Infernally Sinful

Well I have been doing a lot of work with phone sex and have delved into the world of online promotion. I built 2 profiles so far on Niteflirt and am enjoying that process. I have been spending more time in fetish chat and bdsm chat on yahoo and am reading blogs on being a dominant woman. I find that my natural tendency is to be dominant and I have wanted to direct that energy into my profiles and come up with some things that I think are entertaining for me, at least.

Click here for the warm and fuzzy one
Click here to find out what kind of dominant I am

At this point I am looking for any input, or even critiques about the listings and how easy they are to navagate, the flow and the copy itself. Anyway. That is what I have been up to. Tell me, what have you been doing.

Mocha

I have been waiting on this posting for quite a while now. Seems that it takes time to convert the story over. I don’t know. But it is up and looking pretty good. Though I haven’t done as much with the editing. I am sure that will bite me in the behind. Any hoo, I have posted it and here is a link.

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=358370

and if you want to read the original story here is the link for that :

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=357270

Enjoy.

Mocha

This will be minor Christianity bashing, so for all those who are sensitive to such blasphemous and heretical information should move onward. It is also going to be bashing women and men in general. This is a rant.

I have NEVER been ashamed of who and what I look like, or for that matter, who or what I am. Never. Not since I gained my woman’s form. I have always had attempts made, cheap shots and rude comments about how I am shaped no matter what size I was. It seems that men and women find it fascinating that a woman my current size can still have a waist. But that is neither here nor there… I want to talk about size, pompous posturing and porn.

But let us start with my big beef. I am tired of talking to people that hate themselves. That think that they are better than someone else or think that losing a few pounds will make them better people. That hate what they do as bad habits enough to hate it in others but do it themselves. I dislike smokers; I think it is a disgusting and useless habit. I feel that I can say that because I don’t smoke and never have and hopefully never will. I leave it open because you never know what might happen. But I don’t hate smokers who don’t share their second hand smoke with children. I don’t preach to smokers about their lungs. Because grown ass people will do what they will do regardless.

I listened to a friend of mine sit and pontificate (2: to speak or express opinions in a pompous or dogmatic way) about how people should be ashamed of their bodies when overweight or when displayed in any manner she decides is inappropriate, to me it shows how she is obviously ashamed of her own body. For years I have heard her just about cry about the state her body is in. I have also spent most of the time listening to her nearly nightly runs to Mickey D’s. She makes statements in broad, sweeping manner passing judgment on others and what they do and how they do it. Namely porn and sex are topics in easy reach of her diatribal ( 1 archaic : a prolonged discourse2 : a bitter and abusive speech or writing) spears, but being fat, being ashamed of being fat and being generally self righteous about all above topics doesn’t give her pause nor does she stop to think about exactly how she says what she says. Not that she never makes good points because she does, but the conversation have become so one sided as her side is the only side that gets voiced any more. The only thing she listens to now is what she says and how she says it for the blog that might *hopefully* become a book. Ok that was a cheap shot.

I just can’t see how someone who states that they wear their emotions on their sleeve doesn’t realize that when you say things and don’t contemplate how they are received that you are setting yourself up to be torn to pieces by anyone who listens or reads your words. I am not sure she is ready for the scrutiny that she will receive from people who think less about her and more about how many books they also sell in response to her own.

Now I am not Christian. I don’t pretend to be I don’t want to be but I know enough about the faith from the attempts to spoon fed me the doctrine by well meaning people. I know it isn’t something for me. I don’t relate to God(s)/Goddess(s)/Creative Force/Universe in conventional way. I am just now getting into the study of religion in its earliest forms to see if I feel anything that people say I should. *shrug* But I will be the first one to tell you that blind faith is a VERY bad thing. Believing in something to the extent that you stop thinking isn’t something I believed that God had in mind. If you use the analogy of children and that they grow up at some point. If that holds true then at some point in our development there should come a point where people can think for themselves. Now every child is different and needs different things but you don’t waste time and resources on a child that doesn’t need them. No good parent does anyway.

So what does that mean to me? That God is in everyone and everything. That God is what you need, when you need it. And that it isn’t a one size fits all solution to humanity’s woes but that it a customized solution to your own. Now I could be wrong and I have been before but this works for me. Oh and I am an Atheist moving toward … something. Who knows what?

Now please understand my position on porn and its place in our society. I believe that sex and the sales of sex in one form or another as a basic commodity is as important as the sugar and pork bellies futures on the market. But just like all business it has a very dirty side and it should be regulated, heavily. People are exploited everyday and they don’t have to work in porn to do that. This person that I am speaking about hates porn. She, along with myself, made money using our voices to soothe and entice men to whatever sexual end they saw fit. But I never EVER felt shame or regret for doing so. I have lied, cheated and stole for major corporations and have left feeling like I have laid down and let the customers, my managers and upper management bend me over and fuck me in the ass. I didn’t enjoy one moment of it. But when I do this work I log in and when I have had my fill, not when someone else decides, I log out. I am get up and leave it behind, completely. I don’t get jittery, I don’t dread the sound of my phone ringing, I just take the call and move on. I relish that and protect it.

So in summary, I dislike hypocrites. I detest the sanctimonious and I just think that a policy of live and let live is the best. I am not saying not to look out for evil in its vilest forms. But be pragmatic about what evil is. Be responsible for yourself and your own actions and stop blaming others for things that you should be fixing within yourself.

Mocha

I haven’t been able to write as of late. I have to admit I haven’t really been trying all that much. Been working a lot, not that I am complaining. But I have had little time for much of anything else. And then I think… no that isn’t true either. I think I can get past the season if I don’t pressure myself and just write the stories that come to my mind and not the ones the season dictates. I don’t want to be caught up writing Christmas stories either. LOL. So I think I will get on the stick and get to writing.

Thanks y’all

Mocha.

So I started my writing career :P. This story is the lastest one and I am adding it to the site today. I hope you all like it and well I would love to get some imput. I am adding the first couple of paragraphs to see if I can get y’all to read the rest.

Mocha

I was on a mission to Austin to, as my best friend said, “experience all that life would have to offer me”. She is a little long winded but sweet and she had paid for this trip. I was to meet up with her cousin Jamal at a bar for music at the Karma Lounge. She told me that he would be playing and would be more than happy to show me around and stuff if I wanted the company but he would only be available the third night of my time. That was fine with me as I wanted to explore on my own what Austin had to offer before I got carted around the all of the tourist traps.

It was the first real trip I managed in a long time and the last few days were spent in wonderment at my surroundings, Austin was unlike any part of Texas that you hear about in the media. It is a city on a river in the middle of a desert, full of trees and secret places, inhabited by the cool and eclectic, it welcomed me with open arms and said come on in, y’all.

Well if you want to read the rest of it please then you would want to go to

httP://www.prettynplump.com

Two things I hate are big shots and men who think they can just offer you something and you will do what they want. I am not a prostitute. I don’t care if you think that I am, I don’t really care if you feel like you know me or know what I do. I don’t sell my physical body for money. I am not that bright.

I am bright enough, however, to maintain the economic system of make selling pussy a lucritive venture by not letting someone have for free what they could buy from someone willingly. I know when someone is attempting to use me. I can feel it in my DNA. And I know that if I let someone do it then I am fully aware of it. I also know that when I am tired of someone using me that they had better get real and move on to a new patsy.

Men lie to me everyday, they lie to me about so much. Everything But I also know that unless I had something they wanted they wouldn’t bother. So I guess I could take the effort as a compliment. Riiiight.

I guess the dudes that try these scams on women think that women are either really stupid, gulliable or so super trusting that they can do this to someone. Basicly they don’t care about anyone else but themself. Which is never attractive. And it would work if it weren’t always so damn obvious.

What started this? Well. What started this rant was the offer to take me to Hawaii. This offer came from someone who I don’t know, bad sign #1. He wanted to view me on cam, bad sign #2. And the last straw was that he said he had been a doctor *I don’t actually like doctors or lawyers* and now he is a pilot, at 30. The final straw was that he kept attempting to direct the conversation into a sexual direction and I dislike that so much that I can’t begin to tell you. People pay me to talk about sex why would I talk to a total and complete stranger about something I get paid to do. Really? But the real point is that I am a woman that they don’t know, they wouldn’t do that in a bar to get my attention. Then why is it ok online? Because they are cowards that can hide behind thier computer and penis and that isn’t attractive either.

I don’t like men who are so penis centric that they don’t know how to relate to a woman in any other way. Using your money and influence on me with no personality doesn’t do anything for me either.

I wish more men would get real,

Mocha.

I am working on building my media empire. You heard it here first. I have ideas, and stuff that needs to be expressed and darn it I am going to express them. I am in the middle of building my phone sex site. but I am also in the middle of finally getting my crochet and costuming site up. Hopefully, since I am the one doing the coding it won’t take that long. I am kinda hung up on the color scheme of all things. But I think I should be able to get it done. anyhoo. This was just a short jont and well we will see how it works out.

Building a better mouse trap,

Mocha.