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i don’t want to sound nosey and rude but how much do u get paid from 1 customer?
let’s just say $$,$$$ is about what i’m bringing in monthly from only 3 clients right now.
my booker only takes about 15% percent
successful business men and los angeles trust fund brats throw around money like nothing
i only take clients through referrals and who have had thorough screenings. no randoms. no brokies.
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warnings: depressing thoughts. mentions of sex. lost souls and heartfelt love.
a/n: very self indulgent. drunk written, not proofread.
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She wants to scream.
Wants to cry, curse and smash her fist into the nearest wall.
She can’t understand why she’s so messed up. Why she’s so lost in undesirable and heavy emotions. What it is about her this is so hard to be sympathetic for. To understand.
Why she’s so completely gone. A maniac.
Unlovable, unwanted, hard to be understandable.
Until she met him.
Rafe Cameron. Her lover, her oxygen, her desire, her solace.
The only man who doesn’t judge her insatiable desires and fucked up psyche. The only man who lets her be who she is, unexplainably wild and twisted. A woman whose desires and mind deeply contrast her beauty and being.
The woman who he’s so inexplicably gone for. The only woman who accepts him as he is, with no desire to change him but to mold herself to his whim.
He adores her more than she’ll ever know.
She adores him more than she’ll let him understand.
Many nights spent tangled in each other. Skin pressed against each other’s as they let themselves unravel within one another.
Limbs intertwined as they gasp into each other’s mouths or let tears of desolation fall against each other’s skin. No questions asked. Just unsolicited affection and need.
They don’t need to talk about the pain and sorrows. Because the look in their eyes and the ache in their movements is enough to speak their undying pain rotting them from the inside.
Rafe watches as she lays on his chest, lush lips pouting as she lays her cheek against him, perfect face squished in the most endearing way. Tits pressed to him as the tears from her eyes feel cold against his skin. Not daring to ask her what’s caused them.
He knows. He knows she needs him to just be there. To be her comfort in the moment and allow her to succumb to something mindless that draws her from her fucked up being.
The yin to his yang. They are unseperable. Regardless of everything keeping them apart. They will find a way to one another.
She is his solace as he is hers. His comfort, his desire, his want and need. He doesn’t think he’ll ever understand what they have. But he doesn’t need too. Because what they feel is enough. It’s more than enough.
It’s fulfilling.
“Rafe,” she whimpers in a quiet, coarse voice. Her tears wetting the heated skin of his neck as she buries her pretty face against his it. Her lips having printed against his skin as she let herself fall into the only man who allows her to be her.
Fucked up and all.
“Ssshhh, baby.” He says as his hand draws lazy circles against her back as they lay against the messily thrown blanket; even more messed up from their desperate movements.. The stars of the night and the moon encasing them in romantic lighting.
Her swollen pussy is leaking his cum, his marking from the inside as he claims her whole. Solely as his fucked up little doll who he wants to encase and lock away like something precious. Something limited edition.
Her bare legs are wrapped around his. Arms wrapped around him as her soft hands and sharp nails, run up and down his naked skin. Her marks of passion tattooed across his chest, neck and hips. The one’s he’ll wear proudly and give no answers too when asked.
She’s his perfect little secret and he’s hers.
His cum dripping from her swollen cunt is wetting his thigh as she buries her nose against his heated skin, hand pressed against his fuzzy chest. His free hand running through her messy hair as he stares up at the stars and moonlight.
His heart aching in his chest at the thought that this will be over when tomorrow begins.
All he wants to do his lock her away in his mansion. Keep her safe and compliant under his guise. Keep her happy and protected.
Her tears fall against his skin. Soaking through as he absorbs her pain. Knowing she absorbs his just as much. His eyes are watery with desolate tears as he thinks about their agony.
The way their lives will be once the alcohol, desperately snorted lines and intoxicating passion wears off.
They know they will return to their empty lives and depressing realities when the sun rises.
But for tonight, under the stars. All they can think about is the mutual love, understanding and need shared inbetween their twin souls. The desire, need and want expressed in every inch of their movements.
And once they’re sober, returning to their mundane, miserable lives.
Their soft moments under the stars will replay over and over again in their fragile, destructive minds.
Never to be forgotten, only to be understood between one another.
Their inebriating love will never been replaced, nor forgotten.
After all, only two fucked up people can find solace in each other, completely naked and wrapped in each other’s pain — right under the stars.
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a/n: he would share the pain.
you have no idea how much I like your blog, you talk about everything here and i find it refreshing.
I'm 22 so it feels like I'm talking/interacting with a friend
this is so sweet!!!
i feel like bc i’m so reserved in my regular day to day life this blog is a big outlet for me be honest and open
i appreciate you all so much more!!
it means so much that you enjoy the safe space i tried to create on this blog. there’s not much i’m not open to talking about! i’ve lived various lives in my 23 years
as a sex worker do u have any hygiene tips and beauty tips? especially for down there?! :)
yes!!!
i get waxed very regularly and i use ‘fur’ ingrown hair concentrate and oil to moisturize !!! (highly recommend) i also exfoliate down there twice a week with an exfoliating glove
i also use a tumeric bar soap 3 times a week down there for good, even skin tone
as for internal i take cranberry pills and only drink water with alcohol and soda limited to nights out or social events.
greek yogurt, a good probiotic, kombucha, and just a good diet in general will help
don’t use scented pads/tampons or scents down there! i use a delicate, non scented wash down there as well
remember it’s an organ, it doesn’t need to smell like flowers or sugar and it doesn’t need to look perfect like a porn stars would. all kitties are perfect
are you ever scared of catching stds or getting pregnant ? no harm meant by this just genuinely curious!
not really only because the clientele i have sex with is fully screened and we use condoms … and i get tested everyone month or other month, plus i take prep
i’m very, very serious about my health as well as who my clientele is. no random johns.. only men with some sort of status or stability and trust i’ve built with i fear
thoughts on the rise of inc*st fic? 🤢
fresh hair bleach/trim/deep conditioning + hair gloss treatment, fresh nail set/pedicure, just finished a full body wax and on my way for a fresh lash set … going to roll up, get sushi & get tipsy with bestie tonight… then a lymphatic massage and facial scheduled for early tomorrow … while i go see my dollar daddy later on …. feeling so …