my little black book

details the sexual preferences of lovers, past and present; no names of course. its not an affectation, rather an essential aide de memoir.

men are quite specific in the little things that make the difference between getting their leg over and cumming so hard they feel turned inside out. Sometimes its simply the language used, 'dirty slut', 'big man' or silence; think of the jar in their head mixing those up.

evening standard loves the illusion of visiting a whore, the dirtier the better, bear was the exact opposite, liked the demure hiding the harlot.

do you start to see the importance?

i know that the better your experience the better mine is. quid pro quo although i hasten to add it has nothing to do with money, this is my lifestyle choice.

ps; pumpkin, forgive me, you now have an entry. it reads 'nylons essential, black preferred'.