If Ya “Wannabe”


As I write this, I can still feel the pressure of his cock in my ass.  Yep.  I said it.  Let me say it again for you, THIS MORNING I HAD A WONDERFUL DICK IN MY ASS.  We fucked, he ate my pussy and then he fucked my ass until he came.  And then he left.

Ok, I think I got your attention.  Well, that really did happen, but that is not the whole point of my rant for today.  I was reading an article on this group of people that went to this club, and they did this whole fake brothel thing.  For one night there was a Madame, whores, clients, etc.  They created fake money for the clients to pay, every detail was given.   It was, according to the article, a huge success and in reading the post-coital interviews the participants were quite happy.  So why am I writing?  Well, all of the reasons that these people said that they went to this event were NOT why people go to providers.

For example, most people that don’t see girls state “I would never pay for sex, I don’t have to”.  That is what the participants started their interviews with and then went on with “but to pay for sex…yadda yadda…..”.  Like the clients I see HAVE to pay for sex.  To be honest with you, if I met pretty much any of my clients out, I would probably fuck them.  Handsome, successful, confident. Traits that would attract me to a man in general. They don’t pay for me because they CAN’T get laid.  It is just far more convenient than spending hours that they don’t have to sift through psycho women, with or without crazy husbands/boyfriends, all to get laid.  And frankly, if you make an appointment with a pro, you get the job done, and go.  It is the convenience they pay for, not the sex. Money for service, it’s how business is done!

Another thing that really hit me in that article was that a woman that got to be a fake whore got to live out her secret fantasy of being a call girl.  And she even said that if she would have had a worse off upbringing, she might have actually done it.  Maybe it is because of too much talk TV or something, I have no idea, but people, not everyone that is a sex worker is abused, neglected or from a broken home.  Some of us love sex, and love money.  The two go hand in hand in this industry!!! HELLO!!  If you were to ask any of my clients, they will tell you, I am very smart, and I probably enjoy my sessions more than they do.  To me, it is like the person that truly loves healing that makes a decision to become a doctor.  As for that woman who fantasized about being a call girl…..Honey, you’re a whore.  You just don’t KNOW it.  Just because you don’t get left a gift when you have a private encounter with a man does not mean you are not trading yourself for something.  I say it all the time….we all do it for something.  I just happen to be a part of a group of woman that are pretty no bullshit, and would rather decide what it is we are going to fuck FOR.  Sort of like the person that says at a holiday “Just give me cash!”

Not everyone was totally off.  There were some people that realized the benefits of sex-for-money, or as I like to call it, commercial sex.  For one, as a client, there is an opportunity for one to perform sexually in a way that will leave no explanation necessary to the provider.  I mean, imagine explaining to your wife of 20 years why all of a sudden you want to cum all over her face?  It is a lot easier to do on a provider…I think.  On the same note, you can say freely what you are looking for and for most clients; you expect that the provider has heard it all before.  Again, your wife might drop dead if you ask her to lick your asshole, but we have heard it a ton of times and its pretty standard, so we can say yes or no to the request, and move on, not fall apart over our partner’s sexual deviancy.

My conclusion?  As with anything worth discussing, there are many pro’s and many con’s to the concept of commercial sex, or a sex-for-money relationship.  Advocates and adversaries alike will have much to say about it in the next several thousand years, as they have in the past several thousand years.  But what I always keep in the back of my head, along with death, sex is an industry that will never go anywhere, regardless of what anyone says.  Take it or leave it, that’s up to you, but I’ll take a large cock, to go!

xo ~ V

If It Were Just Legal


As most of you know, I am from New York.  Recently Gay Marriage was legalized here.  Let me start off by saying to each his own, and I have no problem with gay people.  Shit, I’m down with sucking cock, so who am I to judge?  My main fucking issue here is, and yes, I am going to cross my arms and pout like the little bitch that I can be, why can gays get married but prostitution is illegal?

The first thing that all of the anti-commercial sex fuckbags say is that prostitution, like porn, undermines marriage.  Well, porn is legal.  Hmmmm.  And since “marriage” was instituted as a legal bond between a man and a woman, gay marriage blows that right the fuck out of the water.  But, you really want to know what undermines a fucking marriage???  How about this…..an uptight spouse that manipulates the shit out of the other partner.  One that won’t fuck unless it’s to get something, and then just muddles through it long enough to say they tried.  THAT really UNDERMINES a marriage.  How about, oh cheating in general?  Has anyone seen Ashley Madison?  It is a full on adultery website.  Life is short, have an affair.  Its right out there, you can pay to join. I am sure that the owners file all of their required tax forms and pay all of their taxes.  (Ok, insider tip, I know this to be true, they are a HUGE company because in my REAL job they wanted to buy a clients little itty bitty website for a stupid amount of money!)

Let’s talk about taxes.  I don’t know what newspapers everyone is reading but last I read, this country could use all the help it can get.  If prostitution were legal across the board, in all of the states, the amount of income tax alone that would be generated would be so incredible.  Add to it regulation, and bam.  WINNING!!!!  Think on this one.  The regulation alone would create such a weeding out of the lower level providers.  Of course, there are people that will say, oh, I would never ever want my tax dollars going to any government agency involved in prostitution, even if it’s to regulate it, etc.  To those assholes, I want to point the proverbial gun, pull the trigger and blow the fucking stupid out of their head.  I never got that form that lets me choose where my tax dollars go, because I would leave off illegal immigration, war, and welfare, but that is just me.

Of course you also hear about the use of drugs closely tied to prostitution.  I have read that if we legalize our hobby, drug use will go up.  Really? If you know me, and know where to find me, come get me now, let’s go drinking.  First of all, a drug addict is a drug addict.  If there is a girl, a streetwalker, who is high, or possessing an illegal substance, arrest her ass.  Lock her up.  For possession.  We are talking apples and oranges here.  I don’t know who half the world is fucking, but I know me, and I know a lot of the girls AROUND me, and we are clean.  Our money goes to salons, clothes, bills, vacations.  You think we look this good because we eat fucking Wheaties????  Drugs and prostitution may seem to go hand in hand in some worlds, but not this one.  Again, that is where regulation comes in.

OVERALL OPERATION…..upgraded.  Why do I say that?  I had stated earlier, when talking about Anthony Weiner, that a man operating on a happy dick, is a man operating WELL!  Of course there are men that see girls now.  There are always those that do what is against the law.  And to them, I salute you.  It’s like a speed limit.  There are always people that will do way over the legal limit.  Yet you will have a majority of people that will be in the range.  No matter what it is, but only because of the legal issue.  If legally they can do 100, they will.  It’s just the LAW that keeps them from doing it.  So, imagine if this world had millions of men, who NOW are able to get laid, and be HAPPY DICKS….we would have such a better world!!!  To be completely honest, the divorce rate would go way down.  If you have a guy getting laid, regularly, he would be way more likely to put up with the plethora of OTHER shit his wife throws at him, and be less likely to say I am so fucking out of here!!!

So, now that I have gotten that all off of my chest, in a fast nutshell, I am going to go and break the law yet again.  And to all of my fellow criminals, have a great day!!!!

xo ~ V

Why The Weiner Was Winning


This is the total truth.  On all that is holy.  A few years ago, I met a man, that for privacies sake, I will call Joe.  Joe was connected to me in my “real” life, my corporate job.  He provided a service for my company that often had him in a position of power over me.  I needed to be nice to him more often than not.  Do not get me wrong, I had nooooo problem telling him to go fuck himself if I had to, but really, he was a super nice guy who never gave me shit, or a reason to tell him to go fuck off.

After talking to him for quite some time, I had become curious as to what he was about, what he looked like, etc.  So I had reached out to someone at his company that I knew well, and trusted.  I said “so what’s up with Joe?  What’s his story?”  Quickly I was shot down.  “Forget it.  He is married, and would never cheat.  Don’t get me wrong, he is miserable, hasn’t been laid in years, but he’s been with her for like, 20 years and you would kill him.  But he would never do it. So forget it.”

Now, you have got to be fucking kidding me.  That’s like telling me behind that cloth curtain is a million dollars but I can never get past that little flimsy piece of fabric. HA!  Let me say that again. HA!

Let me fast forward, because its a process to get to the good part. Although, I do need to add the straw that broke the camels back, was me, legs spread perfectly, palms on the wall, ass out and my head turned looking over my left shoulder just enough.  I was illustrating a position that I took in high school as my high school administrator was going to give me “licks”, a form of corporal punishment.

So here we are.  In the bathroom in my office building, with me bent over the sink, him behind me, fucking me so hard that my head is going to go through the mirror.  There was one day that my closest confidant and lookout said to me that the other offices in the building were in the hallway wondering who the fuck that was, screaming like that and tomorrow they all planned on bringing lawn chairs along with popcorn.  Yes, this went on daily.  In one form or another, in my office, in a car, behind the drugstore, (we like it like that!!) and any other place we wanted and could.

Now, how does this tie into the Weiner debacle?  Well, Joe before me was doing his job but losing his mind.  He was stressed, he was pulled.  He went home miserable and retreated into a place that no one wanted to be.  After me, his work performance went WAY up.  His health greatly improved.  Markedly so, I mean, his employees would say how they thought he found a girlfriend because he was a different person.  I would laugh and chuckle, but it’s really not funny.

The Weiner we knew and elected is the Weiner operating on a happy dick.  This is a man who lets his shit happen.  You almost have to wonder, what kind of job would he have done if he would have been a miserable fuckbag with blueballs?  I mean, it’s not like he is doing drugs where he can’t make a CLEAR decision, and he is not downloading child pornography.  As for the dumb fuck on the news that was carrying on about the use of tax dollars for him to use a PR person to write a press release or something for some girl to cover for him or whatever that was, I don’t even really know, what about your tax dollars that go to welfare?  It probably costs more for ONE fancy ass bullet to go into one of those big mother fucking guns in the Middle East than for one very educated writer to pen a two minute brief.  So really, spare me.

So to everyone that is so opinionated on the whole Weiner thing, go get your dick sucked.  Get laid.  Do ANYTHING to relieve some of that pent up shit you have inside and then, as your laying there, realize this:  if your a doctor, you still can get up, go treat your patients with the same accuracy and diligence as you did before.  If you are a lawyer, you still can go represent your clients in the same ethical way (ah choo, cough) you did prior.  Business owners, your business will not change, you will not all of a sudden become a criminal.

Like my friend Joe, and Congressman Weiner (what a name!), you just might be a better performing (insert your profession here).  I really think that what we need to do here is let it go.  99% of the people that have shit to say are people that are jealous that this little big-nosed guy who looks like a little shit doesn’t look so bad after all, and is getting his game on.  Let him do his thing, he’s WORKING for the people, which is a lot more than some other people in Congress can say.

Now I feel better.  And I did not plan on writing this sermon today, it just flowed from my head to my hands to the paper, so if there are any errors, I’m sorry but I have so much shit to do this morning before this fucking heat wave sets in!!!  Happy sexing to you all, xoxo.

xo ~ V

Well, Hello!


Well it sure has been a while!  I have not been very public for the past year or so, and while I was tempted to say “I’m sorry”, I won’t.  Sometimes a girl just has to do what a girl has to do!  I know that I left here with the possible boob job (which never happened, I am still just me!) and then the lump issue.  But, alas, here I am, and there you are!  I do want to begin reconnecting again, and promise to put some really good stuff up here.  In the meantime I am going to share a few great blog entries that I had to remove from here when the book was published.  I can do that now, and in reading some of it, especially the commentaries, I can’t deny you all of the wicked insanity that is Val.

It feels so good to be back here!!

 

~xo V

Before I Go….


It has been no secret I have been off, awaiting some test results on my boob.  I know that everything is going to be fine, since my follow-up is so far away.  (Next week!).  I really had planned on staying low key, not doing anything.  In part that choice was because I  thought that I could NOT mentally be where I needed to be in order to deliver a premier service.  Thing with that line of thought is, I am not capable of being an elective celibate.   I have gotten to the point where I just need to get back on that proverbial horse, and ride that son-of-a-bitch like only I can.

I had sent out a few emails letting clients know that I would be ready to reschedule and set up this month.  Thankfully, I did get plenty of replies and I was able to maneuver my calendar where I am seeing my best clients first (mentally, that was a big deal for me).  AND…not only am I going to get my fuck on, but I went to do all of my girl things, and am going to be TO THE NINES for this evening’s event.  Yes, event.  Maybe comparable to a major silver screen star comeback.  Shit, afterwards there may even be some award given…who knows.

In a loss for words, all that I can say is I am wet just thinking about tonight.  My waxed pussy has this warm wetness that is making me more excited than I should be.  Thinking about skin on skin, and  his body moving over mine has me losing any ability to focus.  I can’t wait to have his cock enter me, and I know I am going to beg him not to move once it is there…..When I get horny, like REALLY horny, my nose gets itchy, stuffy and sometimes I sneeze.  Sorry for ruining the visual, but I  have my volumizing rollers in my hair, Im here in a bra and yoga pants, writing this, sniffling away.  Im just THAT HORNY!!!!!!

Well, I am going to finish getting ready…..think of me later!!

xo ~ V

Helloooooo Newman


Ok, so you all know that I am pretty up-front with my blog and diary.  The truth is what I write, and  for the  last week I have not written.  Since I went to the plastic surgeon actually.  I had decided for now to abstain from getting them worked on.  As it turns out, there was a lump in my left boob.  So, with that I had to go for all sorts of appointments  and tests.  Today was the last one and I will have the final results in about three days.  Keep in mind, I don’t really have to tell you this, but again, candor is one of my star qualities. Since this news, I have not seen  clients nor have I posted much, but only because my service would be impacted, and I never want  to be the very best…..

Why share  now?  Simply to show you that I, like the rest of the woman in the sex worker field, are actually real.  Yes, you don’t want to know this.  Making myself mortal instead of being the goddess you expect me to be is a big no  no.  Thing is, if you read the boards, or my email….so many men are asking what should I say to an escort?  How do I act?  etc.  Well, Hello is the best start….after all I am a regular woman!  I dont know, maybe I  am thinking so much about how REAL I am, and wanted to show you.

This is just a fast note to let you know I am still here.  I am going to be in  my chat room more, since I wont see clients til next week.  Just gonna relax til the results come in.

 

xo

V

I Do Have Favorites…


I am not ashamed to admit it.  There are clients that I have that are my favorites, for one reason or another.  Rarely it has to do with the rate they donate to me.  Many moods, many men and for that I am truly fortunate.  Last night, however, was really one of my best.  Why?  Because when I can go out socially with someone and follow it up with a steamy fuck session, that is the very best for me.  That’s how last night was.  Getting ready to go in, I wasn’t too sure what the plan was so I went for a sexy conservative look, but the undergarments were full-on fuck me status.  Texting the whole while en route to meet him made only that much more interesting.  There was a text I received where he asked me to take a pic of my pussy right then if I could.  Risky, but I got the job done.  As we were driving down Second Ave, there was a couple at a light, older couple actually.  The guy was behind the woman and he was squeezing her boob.  We sort of  laughed and I said something about how they remind me of ’70’s swingers.  The moment that came out of my mouth, for some unknown reason I was instantly wet again, and I grabbed his hand.  Pulling it onto my lap, he started rubbing me through my clothes and I slid down a little and parted my legs so that it was easier for him.  With my window open, I am sure there had to be SOME people with a clue.

I did cum during the ride to dinner.  We both tasted it, together, and almost scratched dinner all together, but I really wanted to see my friend who is the Maitre ‘d.  Arriving at our destination, I ask for and get the best table.  Dinner is amazing, and we head back to his place.  The first thing he asks me is “Can I get a blowjob?” and since it would only be a fair reciprocation, I of course oblige him.  Having had a few glasses of wine, my already light gag reflex is all but non existent and his cock is sliding down my throat, to where it is closing off my air at moments.  Lifting my hands to his ass, pushing him far down my throat he asks me if I want him to cum.  I look up at him and  hum a mmhmm…His pace quickens, but he maintains the depth.  Within a few moments I can feel the heat of his cum as its going down my throat.  Quickly he slides out, releasing the remainder onto my mouth and chin.

Without ruining this portion of Volume II, you can see why I really do love what I do….and I know he is reading this…the whole version will be written, as promised.  It was just that good!!!

 

xo ~ V

Countdown begins…


NAILBITER!!!  No, not the Rangers and the fact that they have only like 15 more games to go, or even that today is the Yankees home opener.  What has me all versplugginer is Monday.  This coming Monday I am going to meet with the TOP plastic  surgeon in the area  for some BOOBAGE.  I know, you all are wondering WTF is wrong with her??  Since I am a DDD now.  Thing is, I look just like a curvy girl, with my  ass and boobs as they are. Ok that is total bullshit….I am just going to  get me some BIG  OLE TITTIES as they say in Texas.  To try to  explain is stupid, so let  me just offer a pictorial explanation.  The first picture  is ME….This is my natural breast

 

This is an option.

These are pic one  We can call that one option one.  I like them, but they are really close to what my tits look  like now.  Size wize…mine of course are natural…..Then we have option two….

 

ok….this is what I really like.  They are great!!!  The top really does them no justice though, but hey, you cant have everything…..well, I can, but you know what I mean.  Now, to cross over the line of what I really would do, and to hit on the IS THAT REALLY FUCKING POSSIBLE???  I have found two more pics I will share, mainly to hear about what you think of them.

 

Looking at it now, even that is not SO awful, I mean, my hair is longer than hers LOL….my guess is that 99% of you would say VAL!!! NO WAY!!!!………..right?

 

Chelsea, Chelsea, Chelsea.  Now, this is not even a thought in my pretty little head, but I did have to share this…..I think that to get these tits you have to pass a Homeland Security Clearance to assure you will not be harboring terrorists.  And, with my love of travel, I really think this would cause some issues on airplanes.  Just saying!!!!

SO….there you have it…..my choices…..so..lets hear it, what do you think??  Remember, my appointment is MONDAY!!!!!

As a parting gift……

 

  Yes, those are mine.  HA HA…I think I have big ones, but now after seeing all of that, I feel so inadequate!!!!

 

Love you guys!

xo ~ V

Tua madre si da per niente!


Stupid is just something that can not be fixed.  I get an email this morning that says “Hello.  I have viewed your website and would like to set up an appointment.  Please tell me how to  do  so”.   I send my usual reply back, with requested instructions.  You would think that I asked for his liver, because I received about six more email from this asshole starting with me invading his privacy, to me being a “cheap whore”.  I snicker, because for those of you that know  me, you  know he walked away with his tail between his legs and his head  significantly lower that it was when he walked into this gunfight!!! (as the title states, I did tell him his mother GIVES it away!)  First of all you delicious mound of toe cheese, you will be invading my pussy.  If you can not handle a simple request for some  sort of verification as to who you are, well, go fuck yourself.  You are one in a long line that wants to be invaded by me….that was my first “SHOOO PIDGEY!!!”.  He did mention that he never has to go through this stuff with other girls, to which I said ok then simply go see them.  For some reason he insisted on continuing, and he said he really wanted to see me.  UH, but not enough to let me just verify him?  (My process is so  light too!).

I really was just using logic on this toolbag until he called me a cheap whore.  Admittedly, I am a whore.  I just tweeted that last night actually! (Now I realize he does not even follow me on twitter!!!)  But cheap?   Oh Lordy.  What is cheap is his arguing with me over my practices, the Valentina OSHA guide.  What is cheap is his barrage of emails at me because he could not handle every retort that I flung back at  him.  I, my friends, am expensive.  Very few people out there make what I do in one hour.  I do not fling back glasses of white zinfandel (ugh, I puked just typing that) and hook up with the first guy at the bar that pays attention to me.  Mine is a costly lifestyle, on every level, and if there is something in my “policies” that makes someone uncomfortable or unhappy simply move on.  I am not for everyone.  But please, do not call me cheap.

So, on that note, I have to get my expensive ass up and moving.  My afternoon is full, and my headache is not going away!  Yes, call  girls get headaches too!!!

xo ~ V

Here I Go…Ranting…


Some of you follow me on message boards and may know this is coming.  To you, sorry for the redundancy.  To the rest of you…..

Today I am really in a bitchy mood over the attention brought to certain girls that are in this business for many many years.  Each of them has their own claim to fame.  Neither of which are at all famous by the way.  It is a level of celebrity that exists in their own warped minds.  Something like a reality show star.  Anyway, why am I bothered?  Because both of these women are disgusting pigs.  One has bareback fucked well into the thousands of men.  Each time of course, its “only for you  would I do this!”.  The other, who if you follow me on a message board, you know who she is, is FAMOUS for having HIV and is now seeing clients from ads placed on backpage.  GREAT!!!!!

You are probably saying “Gee, Val, a little naive aren’t you?  I mean, after all,  they ARE hookers.  AND…hookers are all nuts!”  Well, no.  That is not the case at all.  It is the girls like THEM that give the really normal, business oriented women like ME a bad name.  Yeah, I have a really immoral view on sex, and  I do sleep  with married men and engage in  illegal sex.  Thing is, I am not intentionally out to hurt anyone.  I do not seek to better myself at the cost of someone else.  If I had a disease that could truly wreak havoc on a community, the last thing that I would be doing is fucking people.  Maybe its called responsibility.  Maturity?  Again, I don’t know.

As for the other troglodyte, her time has come and gone.  About 10 years ago actually.  To have her now try to come back into this world, Valentina’s World is comical.  I really was bothered by her presence yesterday.  Until I saw her twitter, 39 followers.  So, I quickly realized, regardless of what she manages to mutter from  her half stoned mouth, no one is really listening anyway!!

AFM, those  of you that are following my site now, the “My Diary” page is updated as  often as I can, and this blog is updated too.  I have been quite busy, so just bear with me.  If there is anything you would LIKE to see, let me know!!  It’s really for you all anyway!!

 

xo ~ V