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[01 Dec 2009|06:43pm] |
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There are three young men living in the apartment across the street from me and I've been rather enjoying watching them watch me. (I can't lie - you all know how I love to be admired.) Their delight at the steady stream of ridiculously beautiful women who come and go from my apartment is almost audible, and when the weather finally becomes warm again I can return to sunbathing nude. I've been taking bets of which of the boy will come introduce himself first.
Sophie has taken to standing in front of the full length windows eating ice cream and wearing nothing but a bikini and a come-hither expression. I'm terribly proud of her.
I've also been receiving the most beautiful love letters from the man upstairs. He's an older gentleman - well, by mortal standards at least - and such a delight to talk to. He possesses a warm charm that I'm sure has made him quite popular with the ladies his whole life.
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[07 Nov 2009|03:23am] |
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I went to photograph one of my favorite models for the website yesterday only to find she's starved herself down to the hideous and, for some reason, very fashionable size nothing-at-all. Awful! She's been one of my most popular performers and now she's nothing but skin and bones. I hired her for her gorgeous curves and now they're all gone. Why do they do this to themselves? Bones are not sexy, you deluded child! Soft and yielding flesh is what provokes desire. There is little attractive about feeling as though you're about to be impaled on someone's hip bone.
Needless to say she won't be stripping for me any more. I'm not going to have Sophie photoshopping out ribs and hip bones for days.
(Speaking of Sophie, I put up the most delicious photo shoot of her in - and out of - a sexy little Super Girl costume. You should really go check it out if you have a site membership. And if you don't, why not, darlings?)
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| [Sophie - public post] |
[16 Oct 2009|03:44pm] |
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What the hell? I think my boss might be a LARPer. She doesn't really seem the type but she had this invitation in the drawer to some halloween party that was for 'immortals only'
Sadly no address. I wanted to dress up like a vampire and go along for the LOLs. (Maybe I'll snoop around for more info...)
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[17 Jul 2009|06:02am] |
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Working life like a burlesque show
Get them off and they'll let you go
Oh you darlings, I've been so busy.
I've become part owner of a Burlesque club that goes by the name of Cabaret Noir, and it's a delightful place of feathers and corsets and drinks flowing free through the night. Just my type of thing, you'll agree. Your Peitho has been lovingly tending the doves and peacocks that grace the stage there and taking them under her own (not-quite-dove-nor-peacock) wing.
You'll all have to come have a look when you've a free moment. It's a delicious evening out.
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| Sophie post - viewable to all |
[27 Jun 2009|12:31am] |
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My boss has me calling up half the girls who model for her website and asking if they'd be interested in playing strippers for a private party. Why does Ava always have the sort of parties where people get naked?
She's asked me if I'm interested as well. This is what happens when you have a history of dance and move onto being an 'erotic model' - you end up being called upon for stripping.
Hell, might as well, right? It's good money and it's not as though I mind being naked.
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[25 May 2009|08:13am] |
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When exactly did my life become about airbrushing naked women all the time? I swear this was never the plan. Although I guess Ava pays well for it so I shouldn't complain. It's weirder when I have to shop myself though.
The apartment is a bomb and I swear in the hours I was out yesterday at lectures Ava must have had some sort of mad party. Not that this would really surprise me. And now while I work hard she is stretching out in the sun like a cat with some man feeding her strawberries. Swear to god, feeding her strawberries like she's some Greek goddess. (Or should that be grapes?) God, it's clearly a hard life being a porn mongol. Well, she can enjoy her strawberry slave but I need to find somewhere quiet in this apartment so I finish my essay that's due tomorrow.
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| Merely my early morning thoughts with champagne |
[22 May 2009|11:07pm] |
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Sometimes when I'm listening to the woes of the children who I see in daily life I feel more like a mother goddess than any sort of mistress of desire. They're all so very young, so full of life. I'm surrounding myself but people who are children even by mortal standards. But they're all so lovely, so beautiful and warm.
Sophie is one of my favorite humans, a model for my website as well as helping me to maintain it. She comes over to my apartment and talks about her lecturers at college and their stupidity, or the essays she has due, or the young men who slept with her and never returned her call. It's all so sweet and filled with an innocence that it is difficult to kept hold of after a life as old as mine. She thinks herself rather worldly, which I find terribly endearing. She's asleep now on my couch, after having an argument with her housemates about the rent.
Hearing her last night I pondered if it is ever possible to be truly entangled with the humans as friends or confidants. Do any of you have close friendships with the mortals? Seems it would hurt to much to lose them when they die. Their lives are so terribly short.
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| Now to find my camera |
[21 May 2009|03:15am] |
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( Goth )
( Pan )
( Ares )
Busy day. I'd best get this morning's work out of the way. (Yes, it's still morning.) Nothing like filming three people fucking to really wake you up. Much better than coffee.
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| There's green fluff down my cleavage. |
[19 May 2009|04:05am] |
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Someone sent me a pair of bright green fluffy handcuffs in the post. They're clearly a novelty item though and would never really hold up to anything much. Also, they're leaving fluff everywhere. Who is the guilty party I should blame for this?
One of my girls is leaving the website to go to university, even though I explained that it would be quite easy - and clever - to continue working for me to pay her way. I make a lot of money from that site and my models are all paid very well for their time. But she says she wants to find more 'respectable' work. I take issue with sex not being a respectable thing. Sex is wonderful. I blame the Christians and prudes for such a taint. Oh well - gorgeous girl, she shall be missed. Silly creature.
I really need to get out of the apartment and do something today or I may just go crazy. It will be like the time I was locked up in that Carolina basement in the Spring of 1926.
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| There are too many sexy women in my daily life. |
[14 May 2009|01:15am] |
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I'm in love.
Alright, that's a lie and you've caught me out, but I am deeply in lust right now. For the moment at least. The woman I was taking photos of yesterday for the site sent shivers down into my nether regions, let me tell you. Tall, curly red hair that reached hips I just wanted to grab onto, rosebud nipples, porcelain skin so soft...
Oh my, I need some air. Thank everything for the big windows in this apartment or I might combust.
I've got her phone number but I think it might be a little unprofessional to call her at nine in the morning to ask if she wants to get naked with me. Opinions on that matter? Should I attempt to maintain a working relationship with the incredibly hot and luscious redhead? Or should I just destroy all that and go for the sex? You already know which one I'm leaning towards.
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