I love beautiful days like today, where the whole world is going great. Days where I get great feedback and you all enjoy my talents, it’s a great day to be me. The only thing that would actually be better is if I got laid to top it off.
You know what’s awesome?

I wrote and published a sexy little novella. I love days where I get things done. I love writing books and seeing them done and able to be read by others! That’s why I write I love sharing my stories with people, knowing people reading keeps me writing.

I get downright giddy. Like when I was little and packing for Summer Camp! (My favorites were Astronomy and Theater camp.) The way the next few months look I might have that feeling back. I’m totally excited. My journey my hit low notes from time to time but, my life is awesome.

After much time spent editing and reworking my 2010 NaNoWriMo draft is a real live book. I’m so happy! I really do love having finished this. But, you know what that means right? You too can do it too!

I love reading and writing Erotica. Some would say I read too much, but I say never. Reading anything is still preferable to being a drooling moron. As I always fiction over reality. I’m absolutely addicted to my Kindle, you should get one too.

On with the show! It’s a good show!

So, what’s Strung & Choking about?

“The story of a hotel heiress and her misadventures in life and love, culminating in a most unlikely match. A tale of love, hate, bdsm, and more.

Can she accept that love and all the responsibility and change that it entails?
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Strung & Choking-$2.99

Free previews are available at the Smashwords website. You can get kindle apps for your blackberry and android phones. You can also download to just read on your computer.

Enjoy!

You’ll be missing out.

I hope everyone is enjoying the new look of TDG.com and getting plenty of rest as we make our way to Spring! Sickness has made sure I’m well rested. Traveling always makes me ill anyway no matter how much Airborne I drink.
But, Until I get my hypoallergenic airship I’m stuck with land at JFK spend a week in bed. Since I’ve been quasi conscious the last two days, I’ve been planing!
First thing of note,my time is mostly booked now by private clients. After recording sessions this week I’ll be available on Niteflirt or Talksugar. If you see my call buttons lit up, please use them. No complaining I’m not on, just catch me when I am.

I’m tracking down all missing packages and mailing out new ones on April 1st. I’m also putting up new stock in my Etsy shop. Yay new product launch! (Thank you to everyone who has loved on the Tinker Trunk!)
Secondly, my freaky darlings, as soon as my voice is back to its usual aural silkiness. There will be new Hypno Sessions at DollMouth. I’m super excited as I’m building more like Escape To Wonderland it’s going to be LUSH. and ladies more mental vacations for you!

That’s that. Now, on to why the dirty geisha is your favorite. Kitten has caught herself a new toy. The schedules have been lining up and I’m feeling rather wicked.
Finally filing Ume under past and Simirae in the trash, I’m better than all of it. I want what’s perfect for me, not some lie. Ume might have been perfect, but maybe not filthy enough…
I want Filthy and Perfect.

Everyone reaches a point where they know they’re better than that. I reached mine eating sushi and drinking sake with some old friends I was having dinner meeting when an epiphany hit.
Who cares if some people don’t like me, enough love me, that and jealousy is the only real reason women dislike other women.

There.

That and we start to hate the things we can’t have. Paulo taught me that. We hate people because we want them, or because they have something we want.

Be it freedom, better sex, popularity, whatever.
Because we can’t just reach out and take what we want, or so we think.

I digress.

Paulo is a genius. He told me last week that if someone hates you they think about you non stop. I began to think about it and deemed it true. He says that’s why hatesex is so good. He fucks like I killed his mum.
I’ll miss him most.

There’s only one girl worth my time to miss,she knows who she is.
Til next time.

This is what I’ve been programed for. Its not him, it’s me and my fear. I adore people, and I think they end up leaving me because I expect to. Thanks mum! If she and her endless tirades hadn’t made me feel worthless growing up, the leaving me every few months didn’t help.

Somehow, I have faith in BB. Just, me. I get scared. I need reassurance. I need someone to talk to.

Jak has been handling my email and He posted the last entry. He really is a good PA. I think he should do it full time. He’s been handling my moments of Divaness and the panic of having Catastrophe call him at work with news of my seizures. Jak is a good man. So, I can’t really be mad that an email he thought would do good only caused damage..it’s not his fault. [I pay her to say this...]

He’s doing his best to show the potentials for Beta in my life that they do matter and they do deserve to be kept in the loop. Either way, my friends matter.

Right now, I’m putting a pin in Nightwing. He’ll come back around when he’s ready. It’s how we flow. It is the nature of us. I’m confident a connection like ours isn’t easily thrown aside.
I need to do what’s best for me.
It’s getting back into porn, however possible and focusing on the writing and working my ass off to plan a killer party with Catastrophe! It’s also figuring out what you want more of [Comments would be helpful!]

I’m trying my best to stay focused on my pursuits. Remembering deadlines is hardest. Even if they are self imposed. I have more photos to edit and post on this and other blogs. I’m terribly lazy and will most likely ask for help on this.
I’m doing a lot of writing lately what with NaNoWriMo, let’s be writing buddies and see just how far we can get…
I’ll be doing dares in the form of….you guessed porn!
Any one of my readers can issue a “Dare” if I don’t make you word count by your date (it MUST be reasonable! no 50,00 by tomorrow) You get to “make” me take porn-y pictures I must then post to this blog.
Leave your dares here, as comments!!

I’m working on getting this site closer to how I envision it. I’m realizing it is a bigger undertaking then previously thought, and I might need help. I do however make this vow. There will be more photo posts, more video and more panty selling. (Okay, I might be addicted to that.) There will be more Geisha Speak coming too!
Just you wait, I promise it can only get better.

Part of the reason I’ve been so lacking lately is the deaths I’ve had to deal with. Also I’m over in London, doing some of this soul searching. I’m also here catching up with old friends I haven’t seen since 2001.
It’s been a blast.
Since I’ve been here I’ve really had the point driven home. I don’t care enough about myself. Which is why my phone sex hasn’t been very fun for me anymore. Also, I’m opening myself back up to the idea of having personal submissive & cash whores again.

You only live once and i’m enjoying this go around, Damnit. I’m taking this week to refocus and redeclare my Geisha-Brat-Goddessness. I’m becoming a new girl. This trip is doing me very much good. I can’t believe I was so hesitant to take this trip.

Paulo has been my friend since high school and he reminded me high school me would’ve never let herself get so stressed out and so overworked. She would employ and design team and focus on the fun of doing porn…so that’s what I’m doing. So, stay tuned!

Ah, Paulo..
What can you say about a man who just 24 hours ago had me bent over his desk taking a spanking for letting my idea of the perfect life turn into a nightmare?
Divinity.
Paulo is a sex god. Quite literarily.It’s been like this for weeks. Naughty game after naughty game.

He came with my step father’s driver to pick me. We sat in the back of the car. The tinted window up. Paulo knows me, he unzips. Wordlessly. His cock is blissfully hard. He pulls me close in one armed hug, my hand squeezes his cock. He groans, helping my body down guiding my mouth to his cock. I suck slowly the feeling we might get in trouble washes over me. I feel his fingers rubbing through the panties I now ALWAYS wear to remind myself of The Comedian.
He swirls his fingers against my pussy through the fabric. Obviously annoyed. My mouth works harder to please him.

…and just as we’re pulling up the drive. Paulo lets me swallow his sweet cum.

What have you been doing?