I was a goth slut for a night

The Germans dressed me up. When I walked home drunk, two cars pulled up alongside me. I was drowning in a song from The Stnnng so I couldn't hear how much money they were offering.












Then, there's the date with The Filmmaker, which turned into another date the next night just based on the way he grabbed me and kissed me at the metro station. The second date lasted a night and a full day. The third date lasted a night and another full day. I think I like him a lot.

In between, was The TV Producer. The Filmmaker shared whiskey and cigarettes and slow caresses and rough fucking. The TV Producer blindfolded me and had me lick wine off his finger, guessing which wine it was. He bent me over his knee and spanked me, looking into my wincing eyes after each slap. And the fucker had the audacity to say, "Oui.. ça c'est bon ça..." Just like The Economist Beekeeper Sex God. Damn him. Tonight he wants me as an escort.

I guess my paper on the analytical comparison of prostitution policies in the EU will have to wait. I'll focus more on work when school starts. I'll focus more on everything then.