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Paranomal Experiences Hey all, Yesterday was a pretty good day. The shoot went well, mostly kissing and licking with a little fingering, but nothing deep or discomforting. I worked with the guy I met from Arborgirls and he was pretty cool to shoot with. I thought he was gay, but I have proof he's not. He actually had a pretty nice dick, dark, a 7-8, and veiny. I thought it was oddly dark for a white guy's cock, and replied that he was half Mexican. I gave a little blowjob to return his fingering my pussy, and I think we both had a fun time. He didn't fuck me though, just jacked off on my asscrack, but he did give me a little extra for the day. On the way home, I had a little shocker of a paranormal experience, which caused me to lock my keys in the car once I got back. Very dumb, thank God for AAA! I was driving home, passing the road that my first boyfriend lived on and I wondered what he was up to. (Keep in mind, I was hard up for a boyfriend and I only dated this arsehole in MIDDLE school.) I pondered if he actually did pledge to KKK, if he ever stopped his drinking problem, and if he ever found someone dumber than I was to put up with his abuse. He probably never changed, I assumed, and then, right there on Grand River, THERE HE WAS!!! He was walking along a busy, non-urban, section of GRAND RIVER!! I did a double take, but I caught his face and it was him! Walking in a black suit with a red shirt, one that I remember seeing him wear for choir concerts, down Grand River! My heart raced, and I started debating, should I go back and pick him up? Is this a sign of some sort? Do I need to talk to him? I kept going through light after light, but it was too weird. I just couldn't stop by in my Jag, lean over, and go "Hey, John! It's me!" and then explain how I changed from deeply devout to devout whore...so I passed it up. Then I got home and locked my keys in the car. That was fun. I felt rather dumb, and told Dan about my experience, but he didn't find it that freaky. Speaking of which, I've been having some horrible dreams lately. I think I'm going to slow down the escorting thing. I had one last night where I investigated a referrer from here and I found a webpage on someone with the title Friend of the Court. (I think these folks only work in child-custody cases, that's the only time I remember hearing about one.) He was an older man and looked like a typical client. Then I saw below that his main interest was investigating me! He was planning on compiling my memoirs with his research to write a book about me. I panicked, but suddenly someone was at my door while I was trying to escape. I had to open the door though and they apologized for forcing entry, which they've never done before in my building, but they had to arrest me. This is around when I woke up. I don't know if it's too much paranoia or what...but I must change something soon. Speaking of which, I'm taking over the first load of stuff for the new house today! I'm still trying to find a good cheap bed, a huge problem in and of itself, but I think it might be doable. I also have to see the surgeon this morning, so I might go do this beforehand so I can see my dad this afternoon. Daphne |