“My god, Violet, you have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen!” he whispered in between licks & kisses.

“Why, thank you.  You’ve certainly had a…Mmmm…positive effect on her!”

With that, I brought my sticky hand to my lips and began to suck my sweet juices off the two fingers I had inside me.  Vincent resumed his licking & kissing.  He then slid both his hands under my hips and hoisted me up a little bit and began to really eat my pussy, starting with big, long, slow licks from my asshole right up to my clit, letting the tip of his tongue entice my entrance just a little bit each time.

Things were definitely beginning to intensify and I knew I would have my first orgasm very soon.

“You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that,” I purred at him.

“And I was only getting started!” he exclaimed, feigning disappointment.

“Aw, don’t worry, sweetness, this party is only getting started!”

“I do like the sound of that,” he added before continuing his surprisingly masterful pussy licking.

He tilted my hips just a slight bit more then traced his tongue down to my asshole and starting tracing small circles around it with his tongue while he brought one hand up to rub my clit.

“Oh god, I’m gonna come!” I exclaimed as I felt the rush building up inside.  My cheeks felt hot and flushed and my whole body began to tingle as the first waves of orgasm began.  I pinched my own nipples as the sea of pleasure washed over me and all the muscles in my wet, hot sex were contracting involuntarily out of sheer ecstasy.

As the orgasm subsided, I opened my eyes, looked directly at Vincent and whispered “thank you.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” he replied, then added, “well, okay, I supposed you enjoyed it just a little!”

We both laughed, and I excused myself to go freshen up before we continued onto ‘the main course’ (as he put it!)

I went back to the bathroom where my things were, cleaned myself up a bit, and put on my black lace bra & panties, slid into the back-seamed stockings and clipped them to the garters.  I gave myself one final check in the mirror before I returned to the living room.  On my way back through the master bedroom, I placed a couple of condoms next to the bed, so I wouldn’t have to interrupt playtime to get them later.

“Well hello nurse!”  greeted Vincent as I returned.

I smiled a coy smile and after a quick spin to show off the outfit, I got down onto my hands and knees and very slowly crawled over to where he was sitting on the sofa.  I saw his cock twitch with arousal as I approached and began to feel my own arousal starting to build again.

“Well, well, well.  What do we have here?” I said mischievously, as I began gently stroking his cock.  ”So much pent up energy here, we will have to do something about that!”

I winked at him and he smiled and leaned his head back as I enveloped his hard cock in my mouth, softly sucking while sliding up and down the full length of it.  I took his appreciative moans as my cue to go deeper and thrust his cock into my throat again, bobbing up and down, allowing my saliva to help me slide his cock in and out.

After only a few short minutes of this, he jumped up saying, “Okay, I really need to take you to the bedroom now!” and he took my hand and lead me into the bedroom.  I stood facing him and unclasped my bra letting it fall to the floor.  I reached for my panties and he stopped me.

“No, wait, let me get that for you!” he said.

He gently tugged my panties down my legs and helped me step out of them.  He then requested I leave the stockings on, which I was happy to do.  He motioned for me to lie on my back, and he climbed onto the bed leaning over top of me.  He let his hands explore my body and they made their way to my again wet pussy, which he teased a little bit, then he reached for his cock and tried to slide closer to me to put it in.  I stopped him.

“Now, now, Vincent, you know I can’t play that way without a condom.”  I said sternly, but gently.  I didn’t want him to lose his erection, but I needed to be clear that I was unwilling to go ‘bareback.’

He conceded. “Yes, I know.  But you’re just so hot and you’ve got me so horny! Can you blame a guy for trying?”

“Of course not.  Now let’s get this on you!” I said, unwrapping one of the condoms I had set on the bed-side table earlier.  I put it on him, then gave him a few moments of a really intense blowjob to recover a little of the stiffness lost by the condom application, and when he was super-hard and throbbing again, I straddled him and slowly lowered myself onto his cock.  I began riding him this way and after a minute or so of very appreciative moaning he exclaimed:

“Oh my god, Violet! Your pussy is so tight! I’m not going to last long, we’re going to have to slow down!”

“Don’t you worry, Vincent.  The night isn’t over just because you’ve come!  Besides, after you come, I’d like to give you a massage, and get you all calm and relaxed before I work you up again!”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Without climbing off his cock, I spun around and began to ride him ‘backwards’ so I could play with his balls while he thrust in and out of me.  His arousal was so intense I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me, which only intensified my own arousal.  I felt like I was riding the edge or orgasm myself, and hoped I didn’t come before he did!

With one hand on his balls and one hand playing with my clit, I thrust my hips in rhythm with his and bucked into another orgasm just as he began to explode inside me.  It was super-intense, both orgasms feeding off each other, our bodies shaking and shivering with pleasure.  I arched my back and leaned back as the final waves of orgasm surged through me and grasped the base of the condom as I slowly slid him out of me, ensuring the condom was still in tact before I removed it and got up to dispose of it.

“I’ll be right back, I’m going to grab you a warm towel.  Don’t you go anywhere, now!” I giggled and skipped off to the bathroom.

Moments later I returned with a warm towel and gently washed his unit, before tucking the blankets over him & excusing myself to freshen up again.  I cleaned myself up and put on the hotel bathrobe again and retrieved my massage oil from my bag.  I glanced at the time by chance and noticed it was already 9:13pm! I was amazed at just how fast the time was passing, then chuckled to myself at the cliché Time flies when you’re having fun.

And having fun, I certainly was!

[To Be Continued...]

xox Violet

Even though I used to watch a lot of tv, I still didn’t watch sports.  Sure, I could tell you what day of the week it was based on which programs were being broadcast at the moment, but which team won ‘the game’ last night… no chance I could even tell you which sport was being played!  As far as the Superbowl goes, I’ve been to a few parties over the years, and even made an awesome football cake for one, but those parties were about socializing and eating yummy foods and no actual game watching/following happened.

Now, when it comes to participating in sports, that’s another thing.  I’ve been known to join in a friendly game of beach volleyball once or twice, but I generally avoid games where the balls flying at my face could actually cause real injury!  I’ve never really been a competitive person, though I do enjoy competitive games chess, go, or scrabble – but I’ve always enjoyed those games for the enjoyment of it, for improving my skill and I don’t care if I win or lose.

All that aside, in the spirit of Superbowl Sunday I thought I’d share this scene I did for ‘The Real Workout’ where I got football lessons and a good pounding afterwards!

Enjoy!

xox Violet

And here’s the video – despite my utter lack of football knowledge, I had a blast that day!

“Why, Violet, I never knew you had such great taste in clothes!” he jested, referring to our now-matching attire.

I giggled, sincerely.  I liked his sense of humor – it was just the sort of joke I’d have made.

“Well, not only do I have great taste, I’m told I taste great too!” I said with a wink.

“Oh my…” he added with a mischievous grin.  Both girls were blushing and trying to suppress giggles.  I was glad that Vincent was starting to relax and feel more comfortable.  I knew this was going to be a really fun evening.

Sunny motioned for us to take our places on the sofa so she & Suri could begin our pedicures.  Vincent held my glass while I sat, then handed it back to me.  He went to sit down, but then paused.

“Something’s missing,” he said, and looked around.

“Oh?” I asked.

Right then there was a knock at the door.

“Ah! That should be it now,”  he said as he went to the door to answer it.  In came a woman with a big bag of movie theatre-style buttered popcorn,  in authentic movie theatre packaging.

“Wow, you’ve really gone all out, haven’t you?” I commented to Vincent, who smiled that mischievous grin of his, tipped the lady and sent her on her way.  He then took his seat on the sofa next to me, put the popcorn close by for us to share, and started the movie.

As the movie rolled, and the ladies expertly attended to our feet, Vincent and I shared some popcorn and enjoyed the champagne.  When it came time for the foot massage at the end of the pedicure, between the champagne, the extreme sexiness on the tv screen and the sensual relaxation of the pedicure, I realized I made the right choice to save my lingerie for later, as it would have now been completely soaked!  I was so aroused, but didn’t want to make the ladies uncomfortable so I just kept it to myself, and tried not to wiggle too much in my seat.

I tried to stifle my moans of pleasure during the foot massage, but Vincent noticed and began rubbing my hand, and my fingers, which just added to the sensations.

“Better be careful there, or we might have to cut the movie a little short!” I said with a seductive smile.

“Oh, I don’t think that would be so horrible,” he added, placing my hand in his lap over top of the bathrobe.  His throbbing erection was unmistakable.  My clit began to throb again, and my mouth was now watering.  I wanted him, and I wanted him soon!

The ladies finished up the pedicure, quickly cleaned up and having been pre-paid by Vincent, thanked us and left quietly.  As soon as we were alone,  I turned to him and said,

“I am so hungry for your cock right now.”

He looked surprised but not startled.  I had a slight moment of anxiety, in thinking I might have been too crass, but that moment passed when he leaned back, opened his bathrobe and freed his manhood for me to feast on.  It was a nice looking cock, not too big, not too small, and brilliantly hard.  I brought myself up on the sofa entirely, got on my hands and knees, and leaned over his cock, looking him straight in the eyes while licking the tip of it ever so slightly.

He let out a soft moan, and reached for the tie on my bathrobe, opening it, and sliding it off, exposing my naked self in the dim light of the candles and the flicker of the tv, which we were no longer watching.

I slowly began to run my tongue up and down his shaft, delicately teasing him with gentle kisses at the tip and the base of his erection.  I caressed his balls with one hand, while reaching my other hand down my own body, over my hard nipples, further down until I reached the hot wetness of my arousal.  I began stroking my fingers up and down my wet slit in rhythm to my tongue on his cock, while he began to run his hands over my breasts, teasing my very sensitive nipples.

The next time my tongue reached the tip of his cock, I wrapped my lips around it and put it into my mouth, sliding it all the way back until it reached my throat.  I took a breath of air through my nose, then plunged his cock deep into my throat, at the same time sliding two fingers deep into my pussy.

His gasped in amazement at my anaconda-like skills, and I bobbed my head, slipping his cock in and out of my throat a few times before pulling it out far enough for me to catch my breath.

“Oh my god, Violet! That’s… that’s… unbelievable!” he managed to say in between gasps. “I’d seen your work before, but never knew what it would feel like, or that it would be *this* good!  Holy shit!”

“Why thank you,” I said, after pulling his cock out of my mouth for a moment, “what can I say?  When you love what you do, you learn to do it really well!” I winked at him and began to make love to his cock with my mouth.  At that moment he noticed the soft slurping sounds I was making with my fingers between my legs.

“Well now, what’s going on down there?” he asked, coyly.

“Oh…nothing…” I pretended to look innocent.  I guess that’s difficult to pull off when you’re sucking cock!

“Here, let me help you with that.”  He said as he sat up, motioning me to lay back.  He sort of kneeled in front of me as he began kissing my neck, then down to my nipples and then past my navel while he slid his hands down my body and spread my legs apart.

[To Be Continued...]

xox Violet

When I’m in Vegas for the AEE/AVN Awards, I stay at the Wyndham Grand Desert Resort.  It’s a beautiful resort with individual time-share condos, complete with full kitchens, jacuzzi bathtubs and even in-suite washer and dryer!  It’s like a luxury home away from home!  To top it all off, the facilities at the resort are gorgeous and plentiful.  If you want to lounge by the pool, you can choose from the public pool or the adult-only pool if you don’t want to be around screaming and chattering kids. There are numerous hot tubs/spas in both the public area and adult only area, a fire pit, private cabanas and my favorite – a giant chess board!

The view from our suite – The presidential penthouse!! (Click to enlarge)

Checkmate! (I played white that day, but it’s okay, I’m not a sore loser)

The gorgeous and spacious en-suite bath

The jacuzzi tub – site note: Do NOT use a whole bottle of bubbles in a jacuzzi tub – even if it’s just a travel size!!  Learnt that one the hard way! 

Full sized kitchen.  Clearly this was the first day here – it’s hard to keep clean when you have  ~50 people coming and going!

Now, for those of you who know me well, you’ll know that I don’t do drugs and drink very, very rarely.  One of those rare times, however, is in Vegas.  I’m a cheap date, though, because I only have one or two drinks and I’m comfortably tipsy – without losing control of myself.  There’s nothing sexy about a sloppy drunk person, male or female, and I am always happy to enjoy myself without the need to get completely wasted.  Most importantly, being wasted ruins sex, and I certainly can’t have that happening, now can I?!

Anyway, this year I decided I would make some spiked jello.  I figured vodka would probably be the most innocuous liquor so I picked up some of that and while I was at the store I saw a vodka called ‘cake’!  Apparently, it tastes like eating a piece of cake – in liquid form.  I was curious, but didn’t want to risk getting it & not liking it, then being stuck with it for the jello.  Have you tried cake vodka?  Comment and let me know how it is, because my current weakness is cupcakes (red velvet, to be precise!) and I would love to hear your opinion/analysis on cake vodka!

Something else that was new (to me, at least) was alcohol infused whipped cream.  Some friends of mine got 2 cans of it, one in chocolate flavor the other in cherry.  Honestly, I was too scared to try it, the thought of it just seemed wrong! From some of their reactions, I’m glad I didn’t try it.  Some liked it, but a lot said it was just plain nasty!

Anyway, the vodka jello turned out pretty good, but I think next year I’ll just stick to my favorite – christmas tree.  WTF? You’re probably thinking.  Well let me explain.  I happen to enjoy gin, Bombay Sapphire, to be precise, and if you’ve ever smelled it you’ll notice that it smells just like a christmas tree.  That’s because gin is made with juniper berries, and juniper is a common tree used for christmas trees.  So I like to call my favorite drink ‘christmas tree’  I’m just silly like that.

Now, in preparation for my week in Vegas, I usually like to get my hair and nails done.  Well this year I managed to get my hair taken care of, but ran out of time before I could go to the nail salon.  So while in Vegas I found a little nail shop at the boulevard mall and put my hands into the hands of a stranger.  I’m very particular in who does my nails as I have very sensitive skin and if they’re not careful, I end up with bleeding and sometimes infected cuticles.  Not fun.  But, not having the patience, or the tools, I caved in and found a new place.  I explained my sensitivities and asked her to be extra gentle, which to her credit she was, but that’s where the positive aspects end.  I normally get gel overlays (they make your nails look picture perfect for weeks and also makes them thick and rounded enough that they don’t scratch when playing with a girls delicate bits!) but the lady didn’t know what I was talking about.  She gave me this new gel-type polish that she claimed would last for up to 6 weeks but by the second day, it had already begun to peel away.  Not to mention the tips were not filed evenly, and the white tips were crooked!  On top of that, my two thumbnails had cracks in them that I had to keep gluing down with crazy glue all week!  If my schedule hadn’t been so busy, I would have gone back to get it fixed, but on the same side of things – this girl messed them up so terribly, I didn’t exactly trust her to make it right.  Anyway, thankfully most people didn’t notice the horribleness of the manicure, and I managed to make it through the week and when 3 of my nails broke off, it was at the airport on the way home.  Anyway, the bottom line is, if you are in Vegas, don’t get your nails done at the Boulevard mall!

My nails right after they were finished.  They still look good, right?

So, on to more fun things.  The venue this year for AEE and the AVN Awards Show was moved to the Hard Rock Hotel.  To be honest, I didn’t even know they had a convention area, but as it turns out they do!  The show this year was so small, I could hardly believe it.  Easily less than half the size of previous years when it was held at the Sands convention centre that’s connected to the Venetian.  I don’t really have much to say about the convention itself, except that it was disappointing.  I guess the economy is hitting a lot of the adult companies pretty hard.  The Awards Show was held at the Joint, the concert venue at the Hard Rock, and while I didn’t attend this year (by choice!) I heard it was a nice venue, though the show itself seemed to experience many technical difficulties.  I’m not sure what that means because I wasn’t there, but the consensus was that the show was really, really, really long, and many people were glad when it was over!  That’s when the real fun begins… after-parties!

You don’t have to go to the show to go to the after parties, if you know the right people  One of my favorite parts about my annual trip to Vegas is getting to dress up and attend the many industry parties that happen nightly.  What can I say?  I’m a bit of an attention whore!  I checked out a couple of parties at Body English, and one at RPM, but mostly just went to unadvertised private parties – a couple of which happened in my suite at the Wyndham!  One night, I remember retiring to my bedroom at 8 or 9 in the morning, and there were still at least 10-12 people in the adult hot tub/spa downstairs!  It was crazy!  No one got any sleep while in Vegas.  Vegas is like a black hole for sleep – it just seems to disappear and you have no idea where/when/how to find it!

A lot of the time I wandered around the two circle bars at the Hard Rock.  Usually you’ll find most industry folk at the circle bar at the Venetian, but with the venue change this year, we all congregated in the Hard Rock.  It’s always nice to see friends that I haven’t seen since last January, and of course to make new ones too.  As always, it’s fun to dress in sexy outfits, and instead of getting sneered at by other women, you get complimented by them.  It’s just wonderful.  I was sad that I didn’t run into Evan Stone this year, as he is one of my all-time favorite people in porn, but I’m sure I’ll get the chance to see him again, most likely on set.  I did run into a bunch of really awesome people, and I tried to get pictures, but sometimes you’re just in the moment and you forget to take snapshots.  Anyway, here’s some pics:

James Deen

Jessica Jaymes

Manuel Ferrara & Katsuni

Lexington Steele & Melanie from the punk band ‘The Objex’

*smooch*

Anita Blue

Rob Rotten & Beth Bardot

Beth Bardot (& awesome photobomber, Eric Swiss!)

Brad Armstrong

Justin Syder & ?

Shay Lynn – licking my horns!

It seems pretty girls like licking and suck my horns!

‘Prince Amir’ from The 8th Day! 

& of course with Johnny Soporno

And just for fun, here’s a picture of my ass! 

There’s probably a whole bunch I’m missing, but I gotta run for now.   Coming soon, I will be blogging about my experience with White Tiger Tantra, which I experienced in a room full of guys and girls watching.  OMG, I squirted so much!  But more about that another time

Until next time…

xo Violet

p.s. I also have the next part of An Evening with Vincent, but I figured you might enjoy Vegas updates first

I flew in to Vegas on Friday night.  I actually woke up to Toronto’s first snowfall of the season, and after a brief moment of concern (that we might get snowed in), I thanked my lucky stars that I was going to be escaping the bad weather.  It’s currently 15 degrees Celcius, clear and sunny in Las Vegas, whereas in Toronto it’s 2 degrees with freezing rain.  Yeah, I’m pretty happy about that.  For all it’s worth, Toronto can just go ahead and get all that winter nonsense out of it’s system, and go back to being mild and dry when I return next week.

My flight here was actually really comfortable.  I flew Air Canada, which was a change from my usual American Airlines, and I have to say I was really impressed with the comfort of the plane, and the smoothness of the flight and gentleness of the landing in Vegas (which is usually windy and turbulent!)  So all in all, it’s been a great start to the trip.

I’m in Vegas all week, for the annual Adult Entertainment Expo & AVN Awards show, but more importantly for the Worthy Playboy’s Annual Personal Development workshop, which I’ve been a part of for 5 years now.  We always have so much fun, and today is the first official day of the workshop, starting this afternoon.

From my hotel room, I have a lovely view of the beach, er… airport:

I’m sorry, I only have my crappy and old iPhone cam, but I’ll at least try to take more pics of pretty girls this week to make it worth your while

So I did my best to pack only the necessary things, thinking I’d be efficient, and not over pack like I usually do, but as it turns out, I didn’t pack nearly enough, and I realized that while I packed my lingerie (it’s a priority, you know!) I didn’t manage to pack my dressy clothes… so what do you think: Should I just go out in lingerie?  I can’t imagine I’d get many complaints?

Anyway, I’ll try to update here often this week.  The juicy updates will happen later in the week as more and more people arrive for the AEE & AVNs which are this weekend.

xox Violet

“Of course, Vincent, what is it?”  I was curious, but unworried.

“I was wondering if I compensate you for your time, if you’d be available to come a little earlier than planned, so that we might watch a movie – a regular movie- together first.   I’m…uh, I’m feeling a little nervous, to be honest, and I thought we could warm up to each other with a glass of wine and a movie before we, well, you know?”

Vincent had expressed that this would be his first time with a courtesan, that he was nervous and he wanted to make sure that he followed proper etiquette and did everything he could to make me comfortable with him.  I told him to just relax, and the fact that he was telling me this gave me great confidence that there would be nothing to worry about, and that as a courtesan it is not just my job, but my genuine pleasure to entertain the select gentlemen that I feel I would have a good time with so that instead of it feeling like a ‘transaction,’ we both feel like long-lost lovers, reunited.

Historically, it was not uncommon for one of my gentlemen callers to request I bring some of my own movies, but this was a first.   He did seem sincere, and he was indeed nervous, so if this helped him to relax, then I was okay with it.  Actually, it sounded really nice.

“Of course, Vincent.  I’d be happy to.  Did you have a movie in mind, or would you like me to make some recommendations?”

“Well, I have a couple here, but if you have any DVD’s that you think we might enjoy, bring them along.  We will pick something together.”

“Sounds great Vincent.  What time would you like me to arrive?”

“If you could come at five-thirty that would be absolutely perfect.”   The nervousness in his voice had dissipated completely at this point.

“Five-thirty it is then.  Everything else as we discussed, and I’ll see you then.  Just to double check, you’re in Hazelton Suite, correct?”

“Yes.  Thank you so much, Violet!  I’m really looking forward to tomorrow.”

“Me too, Vincent.  I’ll text you when I’m on my way.”

***

I finished blow-drying my hair, and tucked it into a loose bun to keep it out of my face while I put on some makeup.   I decided to go with a dark smoky eye with blue undertones to accentuate my eyes and paired that with a nude glossy lipcolor.  I like to pick one feature to accentuate and keep the rest of my makeup toned down, so that it’s not overwhelming, and so that I can fit in at a public event like a wedding, a company party, or a nice restaurant but still be plenty sexy for in the bedroom

I let my hair down and tousled it a bit before slipping into my black lace bra & panty set with matching garters.  I opted for back-seamed black stockings, and a very sexy pair of black satin stiletto pumps.  I then slipped into my ‘little black dress’ and looked myself over in the mirror.  My dress was fitted, showing off my tiny waist and perfect curves, and the stockings looked very sexy.   My hand subconsciously made it’s way to between my legs and I was gently running my fingers along the lace of my panties, tantalizing my clit underneath which was starting to swell.

Just then my phone chimed, notifying me of a text message.   It was my driver, he was waiting outside whenever I was ready.

Damn.  Oh well, I was sure to have some fun with Vincent.

I grabbed my coat and my bag and headed out to my driver’s car.  I climbed in and sent Vincent a text message:

Can’t wait to see you, Vincent!  I’m on my way now and should be there in about 10 minutes.

“Wow, Violet! You are looking smokin’ hot tonight!” complimented my driver.  He was a very sweet guy, very dependable and trustworthy.  He was very friendly with me, but always in a respectful way.  I know that if I ever run into any trouble he’d be there for me, and always stays close by until I give him the ‘all is well’ message, once I meet my client.  He always returns to pick me up early, justifying that he’d rather be there waiting for me, than to have me on my own waiting for him.  Such a gentleman!

“Thanks, J, you always know how to make a girl smile!”

“Aw, you certainly make it easy for me, darlin’!  So, the Hazelton Hotel, right?”

“Yessir!  He’s in the Hazelton Suite.  He’s booked me until 10pm, but I’ll text you when we’re wrapping up, as usual.”

“Cool, cool.”

We chatted a little bit on the way to the hotel, and arrived on time.  I made my way into the hotel and up to the Hazelton Suite, and knocked on the door.  A clean-shaven gentleman opened the door to greet me with a welcoming smile.

“Violet! Come on in.  I’m so glad you could make it.”

“Hi Vincent, it’s nice to officially meet you!  I’m happy I could accommodate you.”

“Wow, Violet, you look…stunning!”

“Aw, thank you.”

“Those stockings! And those heels!  Just, wow!”

He took my coat and hung it up, and walked me in to the ‘living room’ part of the suite.   He had a handful of DVDs on the coffee table for us to pick from.  I saw Dirty Dancing, Eyes Wide Shut, and Casablanca, and a couple of others.  I pulled out the movies I had brought with me and offered The Philadelphia Story, Mr & Mrs Smith, and The Princess Bride.  We decided on Mr & Mrs Smith as it had suitable eye-candy for both of us in it, starring Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie.

We enjoyed a little get-to-know-you chat while we set up the movie, and Vincent opened up a bottle of champagne (after asking if I was okay with champagne instead of the wine he had mentioned yesterday) that he had chilling on ice and poured us each a glass.

“To new friends,” I proposed.

“Yes, to new friends and new experiences.”  He added.

Just as we clinked glasses there was a knock at the door.

“Hmmm,” Victor said with a smirk on his face, “I wonder who that could be…”

He set his glass down, winked at me and went to answer the door.  I took this opportunity to send my driver a quick ‘all is well’ text, then shut off my phone.  Moments later Vincent returned followed by two lovely Asian girls, both dressed in pink clinical garb with white lab coats, and carrying a case of some sort.

“Hi! I’m Sunny and this is Suri, and we are part of the mobile spa, here to do your pedicures.”  One of the girls said.

Victor looked at me cautiously.  ”Surprise!”

“Wow! Victor, you didn’t have to do this!  Wow, thank you, that is such a nice surprise!”  I  wrapped my arms around him and give him an appreciative kiss on the cheek, then lingered, allowing him to kiss me more intimately, if he wanted to, but he hesitated, and I sensed his nervousness.  He smiled and said something about saving that for later.   I reached for his champagne, and handed him the glass.

“No pressure, Vincent.  I’m happy to take things slowly.  I want you to feel comfortable and relaxed with me.”

“I have to admit, I am still feeling pretty nervous, can you believe it?”

We chatted a little bit more as the girls were setting up two stations for our pedicures in front of the sofa, so that they could do our feet while we watched the movie.  The other girl, Suri, suggested that we make ourselves more comfortable, and change into the cozy hotel bathrobes.  Vincent let me use the master bathroom to change while he used the second, smaller bathroom.  I couldn’t decide if I should keep my lingerie on underneath, and decided to strip down completely, opting to put it on later, after the spa girls were gone and the movie was over, before playtime started.  I had only had a few sips of the champagne, but it was making me hornier than I already was!

[To Be Continued...]

xox Violet

This article was originally published in a “Pick-Up” community forum, so he does use some “Pick-Up” jargon, but I’ll do my best to clarify where necessary for those of you who are unfamiliar with the terms.

I’m really excited for this year’s workshop.  I’ve been a part of this thing every January now for going on 6 years and I just can’t say enough about how mind-blowingly amazing it is.  Life-changing.   …And one HELL of a party, to boot!

So, without further ado, I will present Johnny’s article.

xox Violet

Why are Porn Stars & Sex Pros Different

by Johnny Soporno

There is a very specialized segment of women, distinct from all other sorts, who require a fantastically more enlightened perspective than normal Game provides…

These Uber-Hotties are immune to society’s dirty looks, whispered comments, or other embarrassment-fueled methods for keeping women down… and as such, they revel in their freedom, whether they have sought it out, or had it regrettably thrust upon them!

This category includes any attractive woman who understands that her reputation is already shot!

It includes any woman who knows and accepts that she cannot be mistaken for a “Good Girl,” because her sexual and stylistic exploits have already tarred her with society’s ugliest brands: “Harlot,” “Tramp,” “Whore,” etc.

It doesn’t matter if she is a Porn Star, a top-tier escort (a.k.a. a Model), a Rock Star, or any other sort of celebrity whose career is inextricably conjoined to her sex appeal, and where the media loves to publicize and sensationalize everything she does, thereby depriving her of any private life. (Think Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan, Little Kim, Jenna Jameson, or any other female celeb who has nothing left to fear from society’s opinions or attitudes!)

The essence is the same for all Strippers, Escorts, and Models … any “Professionally Beautiful” woman is going to have made peace with her attractiveness, and will now be looking for men who are accepting of them, comfortable with themselves, and interested in what they have to say.

Why are Porn Stars / Sex Pros different?

Ok, you need to recognize that sexually-confident superhotties like Porn Stars are different from your “typical HB9+” [Translate: "Hot Babe 9/10" A girl rated on a 1-10 scale based on her appearance alone] types you might find out in clubland, in that they accept their sexual-attractiveness as a given all the time.

Normal “Club Girls” are generally not self-confident, and usually have pretty low self-esteem. They are actually in the club in the first place to get validation from guys because of their looks!

Even if they describe themselves as “models,” or have a model’s portfolio card (Z-card) to hand out, they most-likely haven’t ever had the courage or the looks necessary to actually be a professional model… and since that has meant that they’ve taken jobs as hair salon receptionists, dental hygienists, veterinary assistants, or whatever … they desperately seek out men’s attention to re-affirm their desirability to themselves.

That’s why “negs” [Translate: Any remark designed to undermine a woman's self-confidence but disguised as an innocuous comment. Example: "Nice shoes, my mother has a pair just like them!"] work on Club Girls in the first place… because if a girl’s sense of self is directly connected to her perception of how she is viewed, that is the very essence of “low self-esteem.”

By contrast, Porn Stars, Escorts, Magazine Models, and Exotic Dancers fall into the category of “professionally beautiful girls” along with movie starlets and popular singers, and tend to have a different attitude; they already have all the validation they need, not only based on their looks … so “negging” falls on deaf ears, as do banal compliments.

With women like these, the only “DHV” [Translate: "Demonstration of Higher Value" Any comment or action designed to make one appear more impressive, or of high status.  Example: "Wow, baby! Your eyes are exactly the same color as MY NEW PORSCHE!"]  which matters is demonstrating your own self-comfort, and through that, the acceptance of their beauty as merely a component of what makes them interesting to you.

You must never appear star-struck, or overwhelmed by their hotness or beauty!

It must be obvious to them that you are undaunted by their popularity, their fame, or their sex appeal. You’ll need to engage them in conversations about things that interest them… and the easiest and most certain way to do that is by demonstrating happy curiosity. In other words, being light and playful and interested in what they have to say, encouraging them to keep describing the things that they wish to talk about by asking insightful and interested questions.

(This is true for most beautiful women, and most people in general, but in the top tier of sexiness, they almost never get to talk about their own interests!)

Forget “Cocky & Funny” here. Instead, being “Playful & Confident” wins the day!

Remember: always be curious, accepting, and appreciative. The longer you keep them talking about the things they like to talk about (themselves, their interests, their thoughts and positions on things and people), the more attractive you’ll become.

Look at Howard Stern, or any talk-show host… they are not nice to look at, but because they know how to keep someone talking about themselves, and they know how to listen attentively and actively by encouraging the speaker to continue speaking, they are compellingly attractive.

You need to be okay with their career choice: respectful, yet not in awe.

Demonstrate that you offer them “non-judgmental acceptance” combined with sincere appreciation, and they will adore you for it.

Once they know they can open up to you, and share their intimate emotional and cerebral aspects with you, they will rapidly transfer that sense of comfort and security into their carnal and visceral centers… and they will open up other aspect of themselves… heh heh heh.

Why would a guy want to sleep with a Porn Star or Sex Pro?

I’ve been to bed with maybe a hundred professional Porn Stars in the last decade or so, non-commercially… and maybe that number again of more “mainstream” celebrities… and in every case, the question of whether or not to do so was weighed individually.

I’m a strong proponent of “sexual professionalism”… but to be frank, eighty-plus percent of porn performers are simply too “broken” for me to wish to engage in playful sex with them…

If a girl is making porn for “the right reasons,” then I’m all over it!

But tragically, very few actually are.

(The “right reasons” are because she loves sex, loves being watched having sex, and gets off on being a Porn Star… and therefore she can and will rock your world!)

Aren’t they all disease-ridden?

I must say, I’m amazed by how often I hear this question. The average girl you meet at a bar is fantastically more likely to have a disease, and to have unprotected sex with you before getting tested, than any Sex Pro!

The degree of sexual playfulness amongst pros is intense and amazing, and the comfort that everyone has a current (less than 30 days old) full-spectrum STD result published online is incredibly liberating and confidence building!

The Adult Industry Medical centers are all linked to one another, sharing test results to prevent outbreaks. The monthly HIV tests are not the ELIZA style antibody tests, but instead are extremely accurate PCR/DNA tests which provide results overnight, and can detect infection within days of first exposure.

Because everyone in the business must have their STD status available for the producers and their co-stars, there is fanatical dedication to never taking a chance on losing the ability to work (which continues until they have two consecutive “clean” test results), or having the stigma of being so disrespectful to your peers that you haven’t considered their careers also.

Remember: you can’t catch an STD from someone who doesn’t have one, even without a condom!

But they’ve been with guys with monster cocks! I couldn’t satisfy them!

Sure, they’ve been with guys with dicks as big as your forearm… but that was work, and normally not something they would choose in their personal lives! Women are not that big inside! Her gynecologist can reach all the way to her cervix with his fingers! If you actually watch closely, you’ll see that vaginally, a woman (even in porn) can only fit in about 6″ or so, maximum, and even that only in a few positions.

If you’re interested in delighting your partner, you can do it, regardless of even having a penis. (I know a lot of Porn Stars who are lesbians in their social lives, and only “do guys” on screen!) You just need to invest the time in learning how to use your mouth, fingers, and toys to the best effect!

OK, but girls who have so much sex get “loose,” and then they’re no fun at all!

(Sigh…) Another insane concept which has been propagated throughout time with no basis whatsoever!

Ever watch a bodybuilder at the gym, curling heavy weights? Ever notice how loose his biceps get as he repeatedly makes his muscles work, over and over?

Of course not, that’s ridiculous! His muscles get stronger and firmer as a result of being routinely employed under load!

Well guess what? A vagina is also muscle, and with continuous use, it also becomes firmer and stronger!

As a matter of fact, the muscles responsible for vaginal “tightness” are also the ones which she’ll employ most of all when she’s enjoying herself sexually… so the more enthusiastic a girl is about participating in sex, the better she becomes!

(Although if she’s not into it, and is lying there spread out like a starfish, and basically allowing you to masturbate into her, then don’t even bother!)

Seriously, most beautiful women who enjoy sex have the secret urge to be Porn Stars… but very, very few have the independence or confidence necessary, and even fewer are sufficiently exhibitionist and proud of their sex to do it for the world to see. If you check local Gentlemen’s clubs, you’re likely to meet the sort of women who could easily graduate into the Porn Star category, and by helping to emancipate them from society’s oppression, you could help facilitate that!

Here are some critical reframes which will help you understand why women who make up their own minds about with whom to have sex, and for what reasons, are actually preferable… so when you take these concepts to heart, and bring them up with women, you help emancipate them!

All women who have sex are either “sluts” or “whores” in our society. (Not by my reckoning! By society’s!)

Initially, I didn’t understand it. When I was a boy, I mistakenly believed that the trade of security and support for sex (or at least, the promise of exclusive access), which I observed going on in all the nuclear families around me as “marriage,” was entirely unrelated to prostitution.

Then I heard countless mothers angrily telling their daughters not to have sex unless they were being paid, or at least had the promise of security and support from the man who wanted to have sex with them. Otherwise, they would be “giving themselves away for nothing,” and that would prove that “they had no self-respect!”  They would therefore never be able to convince a man that they were worth paying for.

So I accepted those crazy notions as axiomatic: that women must be paid for their sex, whether they had one client, or many.

Then I listened to older men telling younger men (when the younger men insisted, “I would never pay for sex!”) that every man pays for sex, but outside of marriage/long term relationships, they usually get the sex they pay for…

I considered all the girls I knew who would go to bed with a guy because he took them out for dinner and a show, or because he promised to take them out of town for a weekend, or because the guy would provide valuable services like fixing their car, or filing their taxes, or because the guy bought them jewels, liquor, cocaine, or whatever… and I realized why I was having so much difficulty rationalizing the difference between these girls and “whores” who would go to bed with men for cash. The reason I couldn’t recognize the difference was simple: there is no difference.

And suddenly, I realized that the fabric of society, the basis for all the lies, misunderstandings, and foolish choices, all came down to that critical faulty-logic: that women believe their value is only demonstrable through the quality of man they can convince to purchase them; and that the only way to demonstrate that value is to admit to a small number (ideally, zero) of previous sexual partners, so that the man can believe that kids she gives birth to are actually his kids. (This explains why virginity is so highly prized, despite its ensuring that the woman will not be skilled, or even necessarily interested in sex!)

So, from there it was a very simple, inescapable logical step to recognizing that our society insists: any woman who has sex to suit herself, for her own pleasure, without concern for the promise of security and support, is to be branded a “Slut,” and socially outcast and condemned; whereas any woman who makes men pay for sex (or at least, makes them imply that they will ultimately pay) is socially acceptable. Naturally, the ones who can get a man to formally commit to paying forever, by having him legally purchase (marry) her have much higher status than the ones who get paid less predictably.

It’s critical to remember that virtually all women are raised to charge for their sexual services. When a mother tells her daughter, “If you give away the milk, no one will buy the cow!” she’s really saying, “Don’t you forget, I raised you to be a whore! (Not a slut!)”

Likewise, their fathers tell them: “I don’t want you spending time with that Kevin boy… he just wants to get into your pants! Why don’t you go connect with Thomas over there… he has his own business, and he’ll be a good provider and father for your children, and he’ll take care of you! Because don’t ever forget, we raised you to be a whore!)”

Women are raised never to undercut The Sexual Cartel… an unspoken understanding amongst all women to ensure that men will support them and their offspring by convincing men that sex can only be available at a cost… and that the dearer the cost, the more valuable the sex.

This is to convince men that their children are their own, genetically.

“Son, I know you’re my child, (despite the fact that we don’t look anything alike) because your mother was a “good girl.” She didn’t sleep with me until our fourth date ! And hell, she doesn’t even like sex, we practically never had it once we got married!”

Women who have sex because they want to, with whomever they choose, without the promise of a “commitment,” (or any other direct or promised compensation) are condemned socially and branded as “sluts:” the most derogatory word any woman can be called, particularly by another woman. When a man calls a woman a slut, he is saying “She’s having more sex than I want her to!” But when a woman calls another woman a slut, it means, “She’s a traitor to her gender ! She’s giving away what I must sell and lowering my value! She’s a scab! She’s undercutting The Cartel!”

Once you personally become comfortable with this, your non-judgmental acceptance of women, along with your appreciation of the unjust nature of the persecution and disrespect Sex Symbols and female public figures have had to endure, will make you invaluable to such women! They are desperately seeking a man who won’t judge them, won’t disapprove of them, and will gladly lead them into adventures & excitement with the security of having his protection (real or imagined!)

What’s the difference between “Cocky/Funny” and “Playful/Confident?”

“Cocky” is arrogant, over-assertive, and confrontational. It is something you must demonstrate.

“Confident” is self-comfortable, relaxed, and grounded. It is something you radiate.

“Funny” is usually verbal or clown-like humor, which is designed to amuse and entertain the other people involved.

“Playful” is an expression of spiritual enlightenment: a way to demonstrate your love of life, unburdened by any supposed “seriousness” of a circumstance! It permits you to amuse yourself!  And that is very compelling and attractive, as well as disarming and endearing (and usually entertaining) to most people, particularly women!

To summarize, and be sure this really sinks in:

These Professionally Beautiful women are just like any other hot girl you’re likely to meet, except for two major differences:

1.  They have no “reputation” to protect. (They have no fears of being labeled as “easy” or condemned as “a slut.”)
2. They have generated their security for themselves, so they can afford to date whomever they please, rather than relying on finding a man to support them and guarantee their security.

Women crave security the way men crave approval: as a primal and instinctive central theme to their actions.

Since most women believe that security comes from contracting themselves as “sole sexual-services provider” to a man in exchange for economic support and protection (both for herself and her offspring), and that such a client (husband / boyfriend) would only agree to such a contract if he believed he was paying for something which was otherwise unattainable (why buy the cow when the milk is free ?) she must ensure that her sex appears to be hard to acquire.

Most women therefore go out of their way to put their chastity and demure sensibilities on display whenever they are confronted by a potential client … and whenever they are exposed to competitors!

It’s important to most women that men not consider them “easy” or “slutty,” because if a man believes he can have sex with them without making a commitment contract, he will not ever provide them with the security they crave so dearly.

It is even more important to women that other women don’t believe them to be “easy” or “slutty,” because that constitutes treason amongst women. If any woman is giving away what she needs to sell, then that other woman is destroying her market ! This makes achieving security impossibly challenging (i.e., she’ll need to support herself !) so therefore the slut must not be permitted!

Somehow, men have allowed themselves to be duped into believing that a woman who is not into sex is more desirable than one who is very into sex.

This is due to the unspoken “Sexual Cartel” which insists that women never make sex available for less than the value of security.

Women whose security relies on their having a reputation as “hard to get” must operate covertly in order to have the sex they want. Women who independently generate their own security (i.e. without requiring a man to support them) may do as they please … but they still risk being decried publicly by other women for destroying their market.

So, in essence, a Porn Star or other Celebrity (like Pam Anderson, or Paris Hilton, or any other economically independent woman) can choose with whom they sleep without further fear of generating “a bad reputation.”

But what about all the hype about catching HIV and dying from AIDS ?!

As I’ve mentioned above, the chances of contracting something from a Sex Pro are minuscule, and if you were to come into contact with something nasty, most everything can either be immediately cured or ultimately suppressed with readily available medicines. A very good hygiene habit to cultivate is washing yourself thoroughly with plenty of hot water and soap immediately after every encounter. This will wash away any stray skin cells or anything else that may have viruses or bacteria which could eventually be accepted into your body. However, since that process is a slow one, washing immediately is advisable!

This will reduce your likelihood of catching anything by a tremendous amount … and using condoms with strangers is every man’s responsibility!

Also, though I am by no means advocating reckless behavior, the odds of a man contracting HIV through heterosexual sex even if the woman has AIDS, and you have intercourse (vaginal, oral, or anal) without a condom … are about 2000:1 against.

I’ll say that once more:

Your chance of infection is 2000:1 (.05%) against … against ! … contracting HIV, even if you have unprotected sex with a woman who has AIDS.

Obviously, it approaches zero if you use condoms, even if your partner is infected!

And of course, your likelihood of infection drops to none if your partner doesn’t have HIV / AIDS …

Check Table 1 (on page 9) of this this report from the Center for Disease Control for verification.

Thanks for reading, and I hope I’ve given you lots to think about and lots to apply in the Real World!

Johnny Soporno

http://Successfulness.com

So take a look around, and please be understanding that there will be some broken links here and there, but I will do my best to fix problems as they arise, so if you notice something that isn’t working properly, leave a comment or send me an email and I’ll get to it as soon as I can.

Also, you can look forward to some new blog entries filling you in on some of my amazing adventures that I’ve had over the summer, and what’s in store for the upcoming months…. VEGAS BABY!

Thanks for understanding and see you soon!

xox Violet

I can’t listen to music while I sleep because I have quite a background in music and my brain is unable to tune out the notes.  Even classical music, no, *especially* classical music because it is so complex in all it’s symphonic variants wont lull me to sleep.  I thought I would really love one of those noise-machines that play nature sounds, thunderstorms, waterfalls, that sort of thing, and I found a bunch of files I could play off my iPod, but I again found myself in the same predicament as with the earplugs.  No matter what kind of headphones I used it would hurt my ears.  Earbuds put pressure on the inside of my ears, and ‘traditional’ headphones made it impossible to get comfortable lying on top of the ear piece, and cutting a hole in the pillow to suit the bulk of the headphones is out of the question.  I wanted to invent a pair of headphones with a flat ear piece that wouldn’t put pressure on my ear, nor be too bulky to lay on.  Then, much to my delight, I discovered SleepPhones!  I immediately ordered a pair.  It took over a month for them to be delivered (I have no idea why!) but last week they finally arrived.

I LOVE them!  They are super-comfortable, and lay flat against your ear, and the headband they are encased in is super-soft fleece not too tight that you get a headache from it (as some girls with appreciate, as this happens with headbands that are too tight) and it stays in place throughout the night despite my moving about and rolling over a lot.  The cable that plugs into my iPod is nicely long to give you lots of room to move, and the headphones themselves are removable so that you can wash the headband.  Great stuff.  I started listening to some binaural beats that are designed to stimulate deep sleep and dream creation and while the effects of these are only hypothetical – I have noticed an increase in the amount and clarity of dreams I have each night.  I’m really, really happy with these, and would absolutely recommend them to anyone who has trouble falling asleep, or perhaps has a partner that snores, or whatever… they’re fantastic.

So, speaking of dreams, I had a dream last night that my teeth were falling out.  In fact, all of my upper teeth came out and most of the bottom ones too.  I was mildly upset about it, but I don’t remember feeling panic over it.  It was really strange.  When I woke up I looked up some info about the meanings of dreams and apparently teeth falling out can symbolize a LOT of things.  Fear of death and growing old, symbol of powerlessness, fear of change, fear of failure or embarrassment, poor health, financial instability, abandonment… it goes on.   It’s strange because everyone in life has their ups and downs – it’s just how life is, but I don’t fear those things.  Imagine how sad and scared one would be if they feared the things that are likely to happen at one point in their life or another.  Some of them are a certainty, like death.  Fearing it does not prepare you for it in any way, nor does it make your life easier or better.  I’ve learned to get past my fears knowing that they are just things that limit my life and my happiness.

Eric Cartman as the Tooth Fairy

So, despite all the negative connotations that my dream may symbolize, I’m going to interpret it they way I want to, which is this:  When you are young and you lose a tooth, you put it under your pillow and the tooth fairy comes to collect your tooth leaving you a monetary gift for your offering.  Since in my dream I lost a lot of teeth, I’m going to presume that I’m about to come upon a lot of money!  Makes sense, right?  ;)

xox Violet

Life is what you make of it, so choose not to be afraid and unhappy.  It’s more fun this way!

xox Violet