<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870</id><updated>2011-10-23T03:18:10.948-04:00</updated><category term='repent'/><category term='sin'/><category term='molly robinson'/><category term='orgy'/><category term='sex'/><category term='squirting'/><category term='threesome'/><category term='molly'/><category term='art photo'/><category term='hotel'/><category term='escort'/><category term='toronto'/><category term='confession'/><category term='group sex'/><category term='sexy'/><category term='cum'/><category term='thank you'/><title type='text'>Diary of a Harlot</title><subtitle type='html'>My Wild, Wacky and just down right Weird adventures as a Harlot!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-8222377266346936155</id><published>2011-05-12T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:38:55.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Molly Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-daNdMlpHV0Y/TcwLHw9rbII/AAAAAAAABnU/j62kyRvP97Y/s1600/molly-condo-pearls-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-daNdMlpHV0Y/TcwLHw9rbII/AAAAAAAABnU/j62kyRvP97Y/s320/molly-condo-pearls-30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605867864200014978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-8222377266346936155?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/8222377266346936155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-molly-pic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/8222377266346936155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/8222377266346936155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-molly-pic.html' title='New Molly Pic'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-daNdMlpHV0Y/TcwLHw9rbII/AAAAAAAABnU/j62kyRvP97Y/s72-c/molly-condo-pearls-30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-6557775038495793353</id><published>2011-05-12T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:38:55.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>St. John's and the Molly Invassion</title><content type='html'>I arrived in St. John's Newfoundland yesterday and I am so excited to be here. The guys so far are wonderful, I am already planning my return visit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-6557775038495793353?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/6557775038495793353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2011/05/st-johns-and-molly-invassion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6557775038495793353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6557775038495793353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2011/05/st-johns-and-molly-invassion.html' title='St. John&apos;s and the Molly Invassion'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-6764678612423469547</id><published>2011-05-04T09:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T11:56:20.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming Touring Dates 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;St. John's Newfoundland, May 11-14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halifax, Nova Scotia  June 14-17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-6764678612423469547?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/6764678612423469547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2011/05/upcoming-touring-dates-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6764678612423469547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6764678612423469547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2011/05/upcoming-touring-dates-2011.html' title='Upcoming Touring Dates 2011'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-8206514811389481107</id><published>2010-11-04T14:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T14:09:56.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were a Luxury Sports Car…..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/TNL21xg0ZtI/AAAAAAAABcM/mN_shnCrmdA/s1600/molly-cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/TNL21xg0ZtI/AAAAAAAABcM/mN_shnCrmdA/s320/molly-cute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535758295676249810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For good reason, the 38DD M I L F - Molly Robinson Special Edition has been highly regarded since her introduction. She is and always has been sexy, luxurious and one hell of a performer. In fact, the 38DD M I L F remains the quintessential Harlot that only gets better with every passing year. Not surprisingly, she is adored the world over by enamored fans who can’t sing her praises loud enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 5.2 beauty is built for speed. With twin 38DD's under the hood she handles like a dream. The 38DD M I L F’s extraordinary combination of supreme handling dynamics and ride comfort leaves drivers thoroughly impressed and wanting more. Whether you are looking to get a little aggressive and really see what she’s got or you want to just enjoy a leisurely afternoon cruse either way you won’t be disappointed. Both luxury and performance have never felt soooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 38DD M I L F balances luxury with class and agility like few others can and sets a high bar in an impressive class of spectacular rides. No detail overlooked right down to her ample trunk that can accommodate even the long distance traveler. She boasts a stunning curvy exterior design and her supple interior is warm, inviting and envelopes every inch of you. Definitely first-rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With experience comes a subtle improvement that makes the 38DD M I L F an absolute joy to drive. If you still haven't driven this absolute beauty, you're probably one of those misguided souls who needs to get out and start really living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-8206514811389481107?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/8206514811389481107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-i-were-luxury-sports-car.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/8206514811389481107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/8206514811389481107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-i-were-luxury-sports-car.html' title='If I were a Luxury Sports Car…..'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/TNL21xg0ZtI/AAAAAAAABcM/mN_shnCrmdA/s72-c/molly-cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-3390245402454405912</id><published>2010-11-02T17:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T17:28:38.227-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='molly robinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><title type='text'>Molly in Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/TNCCKi01j8I/AAAAAAAABb4/LPBHWOk6PiQ/s1600/red+hat+pop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/TNCCKi01j8I/AAAAAAAABb4/LPBHWOk6PiQ/s320/red+hat+pop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535067059697061826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-3390245402454405912?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/3390245402454405912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/11/molly-in-red.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/3390245402454405912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/3390245402454405912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/11/molly-in-red.html' title='Molly in Red'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/TNCCKi01j8I/AAAAAAAABb4/LPBHWOk6PiQ/s72-c/red+hat+pop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-7207764481237131167</id><published>2010-11-02T17:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T17:04:57.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>These Notes Really Make My Day!</title><content type='html'>Thank you for all the sexiness on twitter. You make my days better while being deployed and remind me why I signed up for the army.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again, and know I love ever tweet you give out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-7207764481237131167?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/7207764481237131167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/11/these-notes-really-make-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/7207764481237131167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/7207764481237131167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/11/these-notes-really-make-day.html' title='These Notes Really Make My Day!'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-2258041024703221613</id><published>2010-09-14T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T15:18:18.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly Robinson - Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="content"&gt;      &lt;div id="post_message_3215353"&gt;       &lt;blockquote class="postcontent restore"&gt; I've just gotten back in town from a long time on the other side of the world, so I'm easing back into my hometown scene. On my TDL for years was the well-known (for good reason) and well-reviewed Miss &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt; Robinson.  Time to knock one more off my TDL and into the "definitely repeat" column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget: &lt;a href="http://www.theproperharlot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.theproperharlot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw her downtown late last week, and was lucky enough to get her on short notice (she was already on her way in for another, later appointment and managed to accomodate me). She's at a classy place in the theatre district.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact was made, place was easily found, and there she was, waiting for me with not a lot on (she looked great in lingerie...but I prefer to see it on the floor hahaha!). She has curves aplenty...and I'm a big fan of curves. Before I even got to the shower, there was a bit of DFK to make me feel very welcome indeed. She's also very well-spoken and highly intelligent, so the conversation was great, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto the bedroom, and it was everything for which I had hoped. I'm normally a half-hour guy with someone I'm seeing for the first time, but &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt; was able to tease me and please me so that I lasted quite a bit longer (she's no clockwatcher, either). I don't think she offers appointments for shorter than an hour anyways, but her skill level makes sure you last as long as she wants you to last. For those fond of acronyms: GFE, DFK, DATY, BBBJ, DT, BLS, Russian, errr...and it gets a bit hazy, as I was too busy trying not to pass out from pleasure. Never quite made it to FS, but that saves something for next time. I was having too much fun. As always: YMMV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for a great session, &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt;.  Hope the threesome appointment that followed me had even half the time I had!       &lt;/blockquote&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-2258041024703221613?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/2258041024703221613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/09/molly-robinson-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/2258041024703221613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/2258041024703221613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/09/molly-robinson-review.html' title='Molly Robinson - Review'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-7877027989473399163</id><published>2010-07-14T20:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T20:24:06.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly’s Magic Mattress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/TD5KPgK7QEI/AAAAAAAABVc/iqALTZV1cDk/s288/photo%2823%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 288px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/TD5KPgK7QEI/AAAAAAAABVc/iqALTZV1cDk/s288/photo%2823%29.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is no ordinary Mattress; Crazy, wild and wonderful things happen when you choose to experience its unbridled power with me. There is an undeniable aura from the mattress that makes everyone who gets near it want to get naked, clothes just seem to fall off of your body! Once you get on Molly’s Magic Mattress your inhibitions will quickly melt away, you'll suddenly want to do things you have only ever dreamed about. You will start to feel relaxed and aroused as you come to realize your wildest fantasies are about to come true. Molly’s Magic Mattress will transport your mind, body and soul to a whole new level of excitement and pleasure. There is nothing that can’t happen, anything is possible, you're only limited by your own imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you dream of yourself being kissed from head to toe, caressed and pampered like a king? It can happen! Or you envision yourself tied up and teased until you are ready to explode? It can happen! What about having your body worshiped, surrounded by two ravenous woman devouring your cock, while a third feeds you chicken wings from her mouth, all while game 7 of the Stanley Cup final plays in the background and your favourite beer is chilling on ice… It could happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years scientists have tried to unravel the phenomena of Molly's Magic Mattress, only to succumb to their own vivid sexual fantasies. But don't believe them, come find out for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-7877027989473399163?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/7877027989473399163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/07/mollys-magic-mattress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/7877027989473399163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/7877027989473399163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/07/mollys-magic-mattress.html' title='Molly’s Magic Mattress'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/TD5KPgK7QEI/AAAAAAAABVc/iqALTZV1cDk/s72-c/photo%2823%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-8431284511363122597</id><published>2010-04-18T22:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:30:59.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem for Me from John</title><content type='html'>Will you in fact fulfill your boast&lt;br /&gt;When you meet your willing host?&lt;br /&gt;Your wit is indeed a treasure  &lt;br /&gt;Are you as good in the art of pleasure?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Seduction is a rare and pleasant art.&lt;br /&gt;And you do seem to know your part,&lt;br /&gt;Charm is the fuel that lights the fire&lt;br /&gt;That lifts the mind to true desire.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have, on many lovely bodies dined&lt;br /&gt;That have failed to please my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Are you a woman who can seduce?&lt;br /&gt;Can you turn a wild passion loose?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Will a sweet memory unfold?&lt;br /&gt;Since in my heart, I softly hold&lt;br /&gt;All sweet lovers I have known&lt;br /&gt;And the kindness they have shown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-8431284511363122597?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/8431284511363122597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/04/poem-for-me-from-john.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/8431284511363122597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/8431284511363122597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/04/poem-for-me-from-john.html' title='A Poem for Me from John'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-8436836958077998402</id><published>2010-04-12T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:11:17.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Afternoon Desires</title><content type='html'>I sat on my back porch today enjoying a beautiful spring day. The air was warm and the sun was bright. I was all alone.  We are a hundred miles apart yet you are with me.  I feel your soft caress as the warm wind brushes across my neck as if you are gently kissing  me, only the way you do.  I knowingly smile and close my eyes. I lean back on my hands and stretch my legs out in front of me, allowing the sun to  beat down on me.  The sun is warm and powerful  like your  hands trying to part thighs. Without resistance I feel the heat of you between my legs and I feel my panties grow moist.  &lt;br /&gt;I lay there as you touch my whole body.  You whisper  in my ear and tell  me how beautiful I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes and as I try to get up you have some hold over me. I can't move. i close my eyes again and you lay me on my back. The warmth of the sun weighs on me like the weight of your body on mine and I lay there helpless and aroused. You make me remove my sweater to reveal my hard nipples that are about to leap from my chest. Covered only by a thin T-shirt I can feel you caress them and taunt them with your soft lips and strong hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't resist the urge to slide my hand into my unbuttoned pants and feel just exactly what you are doing to me a hundred miles away as I lay half naked now on my back porch.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-8436836958077998402?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/8436836958077998402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/04/afternoon-desires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/8436836958077998402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/8436836958077998402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/04/afternoon-desires.html' title='Afternoon Desires'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-8384872748891270546</id><published>2010-04-12T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T12:42:19.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Story: Case of the Missing Panties</title><content type='html'>I am starting to wonder if I am just prone to weird shit happening to me. Please feel free to share your stories also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ok here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After an early morning appointment last week, my client gets dressed and we spend another 10min chatting in the living room. The vibe was good and I could tell he had a great time. Once he leaves I have a relaxing shower and then go to clean up my room. As I pick up my clothes to get dressed I can't find my panties...fuck!.......another pair swiped. Yes! this is happened in the past. So, I bitch for a moment and then get on with my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My day continues to be a good one without any more incident. At about 4pm I get a call. I answer and the caller on the other end asks "are you missing anything" Now I am thinking to myself " Wow! this dude is brazen. First he steals my panties, now he calls to taunt me about it" I was caught off guard and was not sure what to say. "yes! actually I am" I replied. He starts laughing and now I am slightly perturbed at him laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As it turns out my client was calling me to tell me he found my panties. Well! it seems as though in the throws of passion my panties got tossed &amp; landed on his dark pants. When he got dressed he didn't notice my black panties on top of his black pants. Several hours later as he was walking through his office he noticed something sticking out the bottom of his pants he reached down and to his surprise he pulled out my panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    His only remark was "Thank to fuck I didn't go home first, I would have some explaining to do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;    Girls inventory clothing items before your client leaves...&lt;br /&gt;    Guys shake out your clothing before getting dressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Thank you pantie swiper for having such a good sense of humor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-8384872748891270546?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/8384872748891270546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/04/funny-story-case-of-missing-panties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/8384872748891270546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/8384872748891270546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/04/funny-story-case-of-missing-panties.html' title='Funny Story: Case of the Missing Panties'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-9131341453986449964</id><published>2010-04-01T10:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T10:09:08.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly Robinson to the rescue!! - REVIEW via terb</title><content type='html'>I had booked a 2 hour PSE special with a CL advertiser, but due to unfortunate health she had to cancel at the last minute. Fortunately for me, I was able to track down Molly Robinson and book her at the last minute instead. Normally you need a couple hours notice with this lady but I guess my blueballs inspired the sufficient writing talent to effectively communicate the urgency of my need. Good luck for me, because Molly has been on my TDL for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The Perfect Harlot comes complete with "Harlot Central" -- her incall is a nice condo downtown near the stadium. For those of you who read her website you'll know what I mean by "the first five minutes". She greets you at the door like a sweet girlfriend with warm embraces and deep kisses, wearing a short skirt, thigh high stockings, heels and a low cut blouse showing off her tremendous assets. Shower was offered and accepted. We met in the bedroom where she promptly returned to treating me like her long-lost boyfriend who just came back from a two year stint in Afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I told her she was even prettier than her pictures. She asked, which ones I liked best. The pose shot from the head down, skirt pulled up, laying on her back, propped on her elbows head tilted back showing off those tremendous assets. Just as imagined when I first saw the pose on her website, I suggested modifying the pose slightly. Directing her actions, I helped her recline more fully, and hang her head off the edge of the bed putting her in the perfect position for taking me full into her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Molly's oral skills are legendary for a reason. She is as passionate about her craft as she is talented. The perfect balance of lips tongue and throat action; she forms a perfect seal and fuses man parts to mouth. Without losing the seal, I moved in to remove her panties and skirt and start a 69 with me on top, bearing down even harder on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Molly switched things up, sat up, finished undressing and dropped to her knees. Did I mention the assets? It wasn't long before she coaxed the first SOG out of me; a true porno style facial that covered her face and filled her mouth. Without hesitating she ran to get her iPhone. "I have to take a picture of this and add it to my blog!" Stay tuned to her website if you'd like to meet 300 million of my little friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We relaxed on the bed after cleanup. Talked a bit, made out some more. She is very sweet. Loves to talk about her family, her life, her sexual appetites. I returned her earlier favor with some intense face sitting. Also true to her reputation, Molly can get very loud and physically intense, when excited. a little rest and then round 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    She woke little wha up with some oral action, on went the cover and we started in doggee, moved on to mish. Sadly I'm not 20 any more. A second SOG was not in the cards. More time for cuddling. Or so I thought. I never suspected I was about to be transformed by the Molly Effect. Forsaking the clock, and my apparent limitations, she revived me with gentle handling and patient TLC and brought me to my second SOG. This lady was determined to demonstrate her ablity no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After my second shower and getting dressed we chatted for a bit in the kitchen. It was all very enjoyable. And then I made the mistake of looking at the clock. I was astonished to see we were way past my time and Molly was showing no signs of ending the date. I've never had to be the one to call time before. This was a unique experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Later that evening whiile out with some friends, I was reflecting on the good time I had. One of my friends asked me if I was alright. She said I was blushing and broken a sweat. She must have been concerned that I might be having a panic attack or heart attack. I couldn't explain to her it was just the Molly Effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Thank You Molly for an unforgettable and hopefully repeatable experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Looks 9/10&lt;br /&gt;    Body 8/10&lt;br /&gt;    Molly knows she is not for everyone. She also knows she is just my type.&lt;br /&gt;    Service 10/10&lt;br /&gt;    Attitude 10/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Will repeat when I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-9131341453986449964?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/9131341453986449964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/04/molly-robinson-to-rescue-review-via.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/9131341453986449964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/9131341453986449964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/04/molly-robinson-to-rescue-review-via.html' title='Molly Robinson to the rescue!! - REVIEW via terb'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-4053343324079621662</id><published>2010-03-08T18:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:39:41.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting Room</title><content type='html'>I sit in a waiting room with 13 other people &lt;br /&gt;We are all given a number because it is meant to be anonymous. &lt;br /&gt;Anonymous STD testing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No health card required&lt;br /&gt;No name needs to be given,&lt;br /&gt;Make one up if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am number 33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one makes eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Harrison Ford movie plays loud in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;Acting as an excuse not to look at one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone pretends not to pay attention to the people coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA RIGHT! I eyed up everyone in the first 5min. &lt;br /&gt;And guessed why each of them are here and who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students make up the majority. Their relaxed demeanor tells me they have nothing to hide. Here because they are away at school and don't have a family doctor. Just needing to replenish their birth control or get that nasty red rash looked at. &lt;br /&gt;No big deal!&lt;br /&gt;They are invincible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the 18 year old girl two seats over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret! it’s painted on her face thicker then the shit that is called guilt, spread on so heavy she believes she stinks. &lt;br /&gt;She is here to cleanse her soul. &lt;br /&gt;For a one night stand that tasted so good she went back for seconds. &lt;br /&gt;She hides her eyes under a ball cap like a 2 year old playing peek a boo, &lt;br /&gt;If I can't see you, you can't see me.&lt;br /&gt;She bows her head pretending she is not there. &lt;br /&gt;She can't believe what she has done.&lt;br /&gt;But it felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;Culturally tortured into thinking she is bad.&lt;br /&gt;But it felt so good&lt;br /&gt;She is afraid of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;Confused by her contradicting feelings.&lt;br /&gt;So she is here to be tested for everything. &lt;br /&gt;And treated for what is incurable.  &lt;br /&gt;Self judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A naive mother drags in her teenage son. &lt;br /&gt;because she needs help explaining the birds and the bees. &lt;br /&gt;What she doesn't know is that during these impressionable years &lt;br /&gt;she unknowingly gave him a set of keys to the information super Hwy &lt;br /&gt;and his first stop was Pornville. &lt;br /&gt;Big tits &amp; Sucking Dicks&lt;br /&gt;Ignorant to what goes on behind locked doors&lt;br /&gt;Believing her son has impeccable study habits,&lt;br /&gt;she has no idea boy genius is failing &lt;br /&gt;While duteously studying he has downloaded such an immense collection of porn that &lt;br /&gt;Ron Jeremy is calling him for advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A married man or two. &lt;br /&gt;No ring on their finger. &lt;br /&gt;Its the tan line and indent of years of wearing one that gives them away. &lt;br /&gt;I assume they are happily married or they wouldn't give a Fuck if they catch something and take it home to their wives.&lt;br /&gt;Or they are just to afraid of getting caught and loosing half of everything. &lt;br /&gt;So they are here playin it safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A suburban housewife trembles as she clutches her knock off Louie V hand bag. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing about her is real. &lt;br /&gt;From her press on nails. &lt;br /&gt;The blond hair freshly poured from a bottle &lt;br /&gt;to her one size fits all silicone tits.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell by the river of black running down her cheek &lt;br /&gt;from behind her fake sun glasses &lt;br /&gt;She was just prescribed her first dose of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A retired white haired 70 something man. &lt;br /&gt;Sits up straight his cap resting in his lap.&lt;br /&gt;He looks as out of place as a catholic priest in whore house on Sunday afternoon, after he just lectured at mass about his vow of celibacy. &lt;br /&gt;Like the priest in whore house the man has a reason to be here.&lt;br /&gt;The man looks around the room with intense curiosity. &lt;br /&gt;He flips through every pamphlet in wonderment. &lt;br /&gt;I become fixated on him there is something peaceful about him. &lt;br /&gt;He looks right at me. &lt;br /&gt;I don’t look away.&lt;br /&gt;His voice breaks the cold silence in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says to me "I'm widowed, a long time though. &lt;br /&gt;He says it as if to pay his dead wife homage. &lt;br /&gt;I have a new lady friend and it’s been a real long time. &lt;br /&gt;I smile at him in what I guess was a kind of an approving gesture. &lt;br /&gt;I knew this when he nodded his head and said “thanks”. &lt;br /&gt;I half expected him to leave at that moment. &lt;br /&gt;Like he was there only to find approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is me. Why am I here.&lt;br /&gt;”Number 33”&lt;br /&gt;”Number 33”&lt;br /&gt;”Is there a number 33?”&lt;br /&gt;It takes me a moment to remember I am number 33&lt;br /&gt;”You can come in now”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-4053343324079621662?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/4053343324079621662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/03/waiting-room.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/4053343324079621662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/4053343324079621662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/03/waiting-room.html' title='Waiting Room'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-7250862958621548937</id><published>2010-03-04T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:45:16.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Call of the Week!</title><content type='html'>Ring Ring (5:30am)&lt;br /&gt;Me: hello&lt;br /&gt;Caller: are you available?&lt;br /&gt;Me: When?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Now&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry no&lt;br /&gt;Caller: What are you doing&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Caller: So, you are not busy?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sir, I am sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Caller: you are already in bed, right? I can be there is 20min&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am not available.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Why did you answer your phone then?&lt;br /&gt;Me: it is 5:30am, I thought it may be an emergency.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: it is am emergency I only have a little bit if time before my&lt;br /&gt;wife wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sir this pumpkin does not turn back into a hooker before 10am and&lt;br /&gt;a Starbucks. I am going back to sleep now. Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Caller: but&lt;br /&gt;Me: goodbye sir&lt;br /&gt;Click&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-7250862958621548937?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/7250862958621548937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/03/phone-call-of-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/7250862958621548937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/7250862958621548937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/03/phone-call-of-week.html' title='Phone Call of the Week!'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-5316491185306365309</id><published>2010-03-03T18:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:00:51.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Afternoon Delight!</title><content type='html'>I want you to hold me down, kiss my lips softly. Tease me and build the anticipation of what your are about to do to me.  I want to feel the tip of your cock press gently but firmly  against my pussy lips.  You push a little harder till my lips begin to part and  you start to feel my wetness. It's like opening a doorway to pure pleasure, and once you enter you never want to leave. You slowly give me just the tip and you can see how it is driving me crazy. I thrust my hips up trying to get more but you continue to tease me. You love how I move and better yet how I fuck you back. You can't take any more either and with great force you pound your hard cock into me. I let out a satisfied moan and hold you in tight. You slowly pull your cock out but as you do you notice something different. You feel soft ridges of pressure pressing against your cock. You look at me wondering what it is you are feeling  and then you realize I have something in my ass. You love how it feels when you slowly stroke your cock in and out of me. The slower you go the more turned on I get. "Keep going slow", I whisper in your ear. Though my soft voice in your ear is all it takes to throw you into overdrive and start fucking me  like this was the last time you are ever going to fuck. I pull down on your shoulders moving my body with yours,  riding  every thrust of your cock as if there was no separating us......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-5316491185306365309?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/5316491185306365309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/03/afternoon-delight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/5316491185306365309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/5316491185306365309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/03/afternoon-delight.html' title='Afternoon Delight!'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-4553479494331186067</id><published>2010-03-03T15:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T15:30:19.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And here's to you Mrs. Robinson, Terbites love you more than you will know!!!</title><content type='html'>The Molly effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Much has been written about the Molly effect, some wonder what this carnal craving of insatiable womanhood would be like to experience. I had the pleasure, nay the honor of seeing it first hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    It began with an elevator ride, a short walk down a hallway, a twist of a door handle and it hit me! The sight of ecstasy kneeling on the kitchen floor, hands filled with cock and a mouth full of French Canadian pussy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I had no choice but to stand and watch this sexual extravaganza, watching Molly Robinson completely covered in sex. Molly was sucking and stroking cock, back to pussy eating, the 2 guys that were under attack as she kept going back and forth, damn does this girl ever love cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    From the kitchen to the bedroom, the birthday orgy made a slight turn to some kinky fun. As guy 1 was having his cock sucked, guy 2 was fingering her pussy. Gen and I were standing watching the event take place. I had to join in with a slap to her ass. Guy 1’s face saw a light of entertainment as he laughed with encouragement while Molly moaned from the pleasure. At this point Gen took control of Molly’s pussy by sliding her hand into her pussy and fucking her until Molly was MOL (moaning out loud, as she would put it). So fucking hot watching her stroking and sucking cock while Gen was fisting Molly to a screaming orgasm. LOL I remember Gen pleading with Molly to not break her arm because she had cum so hard that her muscles had grappled her hand. Simply delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Next I grabbed Molly by the hair, made her kneel before me and told her what I was going to do to her. I slide my fingers into her pussy and started to pump. In short order the squishing started, pulling her head back she started to squirt and I could feel her pussy tightening up. I commanded her to not tighten her pussy as I pulled her hair harder only to get even more pussy juice squirting from her delicious lips!&lt;br /&gt;    After soaking the sheets I dragged her head onto a cock as she started to get fucked hard from behind. Kaelyn Kroft and I watched in awe as Molly sucked and sucked as she was getting fucked and fucked. All you could hear in the room was her getting hammered from behind, the sloppiness of a wet blowjob only Molly can provide and the Ohhh…of the cock being sucked! A quick switched and more hammering, moaning, cock sucking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I am going to leave the review of a night to remember with Mrs Robinson to those that were in attendance to chime in if they desire to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ultimately Molly is such a hornball, I don’t think I have ever in my life seen a woman that enjoys fucking as much as she does, and boy oh boy can she ever fuck!&lt;br /&gt;    L4L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-4553479494331186067?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/4553479494331186067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-heres-to-you-mrs-robinson-terbites.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/4553479494331186067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/4553479494331186067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-heres-to-you-mrs-robinson-terbites.html' title='And here&apos;s to you Mrs. Robinson, Terbites love you more than you will know!!!'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-6785042438689305884</id><published>2010-02-11T16:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T16:47:53.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Orgy Impressions - A Review</title><content type='html'>So, to finish catching up on my reviewing...the Harlot Orgy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There were 5 men and 4 ladies, with a 5th lady dropping by for the last 60 min or so. There is no way I'll be able to give a play-by-play narrative of everything that happened, but I'll get started and I'm sure other participants can chime in. I don't know the handles of the gentlemen participants, and I wouldn't announce them without permission if I did. The guys were generally a little older than I am, and all very cool, relaxed and laid back. To be honest, we didn't interact dud-to-dude much, but mostly through the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The ladies were Molly Robinson, Genivieve Lajoie, Deme Fox and Brynn Winter. Lovely ladies all, each with something unique to offer. The surprise guest was Rebecca Richardson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After arrival, we had a drink and relaxed as the men cycled through the showers. To start was relatively simple: The ladies set theor drinks down and started BBBJ on the guys! So my first clear 'orgy' memory is standing with a drink in my hand getting a great BBBJ from Gen while watching Deme work on 2 cocks in front of me and Molly on another. Brynn had already been spirited away to one of the bedrooms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Some highlights I clearly remember are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - Getting blown by Gen in the bedroom while Gen eagerly watched Brynn get pounded on the bed beside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - Molly, upon learning I hadn't cum yet, taking me to the other bedrom and demanding a good hard fuck (SOG 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - Gen getting fucked on the bed mish while Brynn sat on her face and Deme was getting fucked beside her. I'm pretty sure there was a cock in Gen's hand, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - Getting a BBBJ from Brynn while she was taken from behind. She's a magician, taking the high-energy fuck while keeping my cock in her mouth without any difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - Getting ravaged by Deme for the first time. I'd just finished an Energizer Bunny round with Brynn (who seems to have sexual ADD, as she called out dofferent positions like a quarterback - lots of fun). Deme wanted the same treatment, but I needed her on top first. Insane BBBJ, then right back to high-speed sex action. God bless her - I'll definitely need to see her solo some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - Molly's DP: The climax of the day! I was on the bottom after Gen asked if I'd like to help out with the DP. Everyone was keen to see so I agreed. Becky (having just arrived) helped out by fluffing the other guys while Gen blew me. Molly mounted me after getting her ass prepared, and a couple of the guys had a go, but for whatever reason had some difficulty with the tightness caused by my already being in her. So Gen got out the ol' strapon and she and I DP'd Molly while Deme knelt beside us and offered her own brand of dirty-talk encouragement. Molly was a superher here, and I'm fairy sure she enjoyed the ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - Me, having barely met Becky, getting a "throat swab" BBBJ from Becky as she lay on the bed getting fucked by someone else, and sweetly asking if she was going to get a facial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - Finally, finishing where I started, with the lovely Genevieve, for a balls-emptying SOG2. As I was getting close, BEcky was watching closely, and kept saying "Faster. Fuck her faster" and then, when I finished, saying "Good - do it again." Sweetie, if I could have, I would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The guy-to-girl ratio was pretty good, though the men kept the ladies busy pretty well throughout the afternoon. I thought that the men would need recovery time, but it turns out that 5:4 meant that there was always someone ready for the ladies. If a lady needed a break, fortunately the others were happy to keep everyone occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm sure there's LOTS more others remember and would like to add, but I have to say that 4 girls in 2.5 hours (plus surprise guest) was a great party. Definitely glad I went!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-6785042438689305884?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/6785042438689305884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/02/orgy-impressions-review.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6785042438689305884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6785042438689305884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/02/orgy-impressions-review.html' title='Orgy Impressions - A Review'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-4668378299812776676</id><published>2010-02-02T17:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:59:15.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the phone</title><content type='html'>My girlfriend Gen and I were talking about the crazy phone calls we get on a daily basis, here is what she shared with me.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;RING RING.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Hi. I see on your pics that you have short hair.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Indeed I do.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: I don't like girls with short hair.&lt;br /&gt;Me: OK.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: So, you have short hair, right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: ...&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;Caller: I really don't like girls with short hair.&lt;br /&gt;Me: So you said.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: I would like to see you, but I'm only attracted to girls with long hair.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then I'm afraid I'm not the right girl for you.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Why don't you want to see me? Are you racist?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Have a good day. CLICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RING RING&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Can I speak to Genevieve please.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Speaking.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Genevieve is not your real name, is it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you calling to make an appointment?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Yes, but I need to know that I can trust you to be intimate with you.   And I can't trust you if I don't know your real name.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm afraid that's not how it works Sir. Genevieve is my working name, and that's all you need to know.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Can I call you Sarah instead?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why would you want to call me Sarah?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: I don't like your name. I don't feel I can trust you if I call you Genevieve.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm afraid we're not a good match then. Have a good day Sir.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: I thought you were open minded Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sarah is. I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;CLICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RING RING.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Hi Genevieve. John speaking.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi John&lt;br /&gt;Caller: I have a few questions&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: On your site, it says that you don't do greek, rimming or CIM.&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's right, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because I choose not to.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Well, I won't make an appointment with you if you don't offer those things.&lt;br /&gt;Me: OK.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: So, you're going to do it for me?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: But I won't see you if you don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: OK&lt;br /&gt;Caller: What do you mean "OK"?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I mean I'm OK with not making an appointment with you.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Well with that attitude, you're not going to get my business.&lt;br /&gt;Me: OK.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: What are you ready to do to get my business?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: I'm not seeing you then.&lt;br /&gt;Me: OK&lt;br /&gt;CLICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RING RING&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Hi Genevieve. I want to make love to you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You want to make an appointment with me?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: No no. I don't want to pay you. I want to make real love to you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't make love with strangers. I do fuck for money though.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: But I don't want to pay you. That would feel like I'm having sex with a prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am a prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: But you don't have to. I can make love to you as much as you want. I don't have to pay you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm afraid you do have to pay me to fuck me.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: But I don't want to fuck you. I want to make love to you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: OK. You still have to pay me for that.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: But I don't want to. It wouldn't feel right to pay you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It would feel right to me.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: But wouldn't that make you feel like a prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am a prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Oh. I don't want to make love to a prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Shame. I guess you won't make love to me then.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Well, I could try to pretend you're not a prostitute. I can try to make love to you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's very nice of you, but I'll pass.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Really? Well, call me if you change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Will do.&lt;br /&gt;CLICK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about my latest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RING RING&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Caller: What time are you open?&lt;br /&gt;Me: pardon?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: What time do you open?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sir, unlike the Quickie Mart i don't have regular business hours nor am I open 24/7!&lt;br /&gt;Caller: OK! what time are you open till?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sir, I book by appointment only&lt;br /&gt;Caller: so should I just call when I want to book an appointment?&lt;br /&gt;Me: YES!&lt;br /&gt;CLICK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-4668378299812776676?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/4668378299812776676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/02/from-phone.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/4668378299812776676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/4668378299812776676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/02/from-phone.html' title='From the phone'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-5822827331231477753</id><published>2010-02-02T17:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:49:35.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Golly Miss Molly - A Review</title><content type='html'>I had a few extra bucks too spare and Molly Robinson had been on my radar for sometime. Scheduling with her was a breeze. My appointment was for 9 am Saturday morning (she did sleep in ) and I am a morning person so the earlier the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Finding her condo and parking were a snap .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now a brief note about the activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She greeted me at the door wearing a robe , no my first choice of clothing but i forgot too mention it too her.She had just gotten out of the shower and delectably clean .She had noticed I had showered before I left my place and said" no need too take a shower"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I won't go into every detail because I believe it is between her and I . I will say she is one great sp .There is a lil sumthin on her menu that I particularly enjoy and she wasted not time getting to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dynamite looking lady with a devilish grin and eagerness too please , her pictures don't do her justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What a blast she is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I will see her again if funds permit .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-5822827331231477753?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/5822827331231477753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-golly-miss-molly-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/5822827331231477753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/5822827331231477753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-golly-miss-molly-review.html' title='Good Golly Miss Molly - A Review'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-6864221891023625245</id><published>2010-01-21T13:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:08:02.809-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='threesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squirting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='group sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='molly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cum'/><title type='text'>Cum for me!</title><content type='html'>It was Saturday night and I was out on a date it was a typical date, dinner, drinks and sex talk. I mentioned to my date about a boy toy I have been playing with recently and this really seem to raise his curiosity among other things.   As the night progressed and our conversation became dirtier my date suggested maybe the three of us could get together sometime.  Just the mention of this turned my panties wet, and I am not talking, dew on the grass wet on a warm summer morning I am talking 1000 foot waterside  wet with a 90 degree vertical drop,  with equal the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being the one not to let opportunity slide on by,  I got right on my phone and texted Boy toy to see if he would be game, sure enough he was all for it. As I sat at the bar my date and I talked all about the things that he and Boy toy might do to me. I brought Boy toy into the conversation by texting him and telling him what we were talking about, it was hot. All this talk was so exciting I inevitably invited my date back to fuck me. He suggested I invite Boy toy tonight but unfortunately Boy toy could not get out of the house and regrettably had to decline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proceed back to my house with my date in tow and I am ready to fuck. I mean I am really ready to fuck. Up to my room we go and get right at it. I am like a bitch in heat, I got one cock inside me yet I can’t stop thinking about another.  I lay there on my back legs in the air and my date has got me by the ankles and is giving it to me as hard. My head is half hanging off the side of the bed and this is when I see him. Boy toy is walking across the room and undressing as he walks. It is almost like out of an action movie when it cuts to slow motion. Once he reaches me he does not say a word he just slides his big cock down my throat and proceeds to fuck my face with such vigor, my neck is pulled taut and my throat opens excepting every inch of his hard cock. He knows just when to pull out to let me breath only with time to stick it back in and continue fucking me. Again he pulls out and my saliva drips from his cock and I lick it off.  Meanwhile my date has not missed a beat fucking my pussy. At this moment I feel like a piece of meat on a spit roast none the less I am a happy piece of meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy toy continues to fuck my face and pulls out only long enough for me to breathe or keep himself from cumming. The two guys start talking about me like I am not even there. “What do you think we should do to this little cum slut?” Boy toy starts the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;My Date : I don’t know but she is a greedy little slut, isn’t she? &lt;br /&gt;Boy Toy : we need to teach her who’s in control around here, texting me and toying with you all night. That is just not right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy toy pulls his cock from my mouth, bends over grabs me by my hair on the back of my head then firmly turns my head to the side and whispers in my ear. “You didn’t expect me to show did you?  You thought you could get away with bringing this strange cock back here and fucking him”.  He turned my head back around and I just looked him in the eye, he knew just how to talk to me and at that moment I came. Oh fuck! did I ever cum. My body was trembling and my moans were uncontrollable. I knew this night had just begun,  and I couldn’t wait to be  taught a lesson for being a horny greedy little slut. &lt;br /&gt;My body was hardly finished convulsing when I was confidently told to get up on my knees, Boy toy still had a fist full of my hair in his hand, this way he could easily direct what he wanted me to do. My date was not quite sure what to do he just followed suite. The fact I wasn’t complaining and I was obeying my orders like a good little cum slut,  was enough for him to want to stay along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;On my Knees, Boy toy knelt behind me and pulled my hair back arching my back to unimaginable measures, my tits  trust forward consequently losing there bounce as if suspended in time. Again he whispered in my ear “you are a sexy little slut, look!  he repositioned my head to the side making me look in the mirror  at what he was doing to me” I closed my eyes, I hate looking at myself “No you don’t!”   he quipped, and made me look. “Look how fucking hot you look”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I opened my eyes and agreed what I was looking at was sexy he pushed my head down on my dates cock and told me to suck it. He told me to suck it until he said I could stop. I did what I was told. As I sucked my dates cock, I felt Boy toy slide his fingers inside me and start fingering me. I loved how this felt he did it just right and the faster I sucked the cock the faster he fingered me, thrusting deeper and harder in my pussy until “it” happened. I squirted all over soaking his hand, the bed and the blankets. The sound is unmistakable; it sounds like the sloshing of a mop in a bucket, not the sexiest noise one would expect to hear during sex but at this moment in time it was hot.  The sound of me squirting keyed up the juices of my date and with eloquent finesse he pulled out of my mouth and blew his load all over my face.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to get up to wipe my face and dry myself off but Boy toy simply said “where do you think you are going? I am not done with you” He commanded my date to get a warm cloth from the bath room and directed him to clean up his mess.  Now it was just Boy toy with me, my date took a step back he  knew better then to get in the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinned down on my back arms down by my side Boy toy put all his weight on top of me and slowly slides inside me, “you like when I fuck you don’t you?” he asked. I just whimpered and said “yes”. He continued to talk to me while he slowly pushed in and out of my soaking wet pussy. “This is what you really wanted, isn’t it”. I whispered “yes Daddy!”   That was enough to get him wound up; he loves when I call him Daddy. He used my arms to thrust himself up on his knees; his body was on a 90 degree angle to mine. He moved his hands from my arms and pushed down on my chest with every forceful thrust of his cock I felt the weight of his body push down on me. I could feel him deep inside me, his cock was hard and he wanted to give me all he had. Harder and harder we fucked.  I grinded my hips upward towards him, like the greedy little slut I am.  I wanted to take every inch of his perfect cock.  We went at it harder and faster and smoother then we have ever done in the past. We created a rhythm of our own; a rhythm so smooth, a sweet southern blues band could have kept tempo to us fucking.  We forgot there was anyone else in the room it was now about the two of us and we had a song to finish. He collapsed his body onto mine and enveloped  me with his arms. It was now my turn to take control and I whispered in his ear “cum for me”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-6864221891023625245?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/6864221891023625245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/01/cum-for-me.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6864221891023625245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6864221891023625245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/01/cum-for-me.html' title='Cum for me!'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-1416293945091671437</id><published>2010-01-18T13:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:11:19.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want to eat my Dessert?</title><content type='html'>Do you want to eat my dessert. You won't believe how warm and sweet it is. The way it melts in your mouth or how silky smooth and rich it is.  All that is good about my dessert, will  slide down your throat and make you want to eat more. It's  absoluty perfect, sweet, moist with just the right amount of chew. The combination of scent, texture and taste  rounds out my sweet treat like nothing you have ever sunk your tongue into. It is so delectable it will keep you coming back for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can handle it?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Are you ready to try it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum dive into my dessert if you dare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses &lt;br /&gt;Molly    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-1416293945091671437?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/1416293945091671437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-want-to-eat-my-dessert.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/1416293945091671437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/1416293945091671437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-want-to-eat-my-dessert.html' title='Do you want to eat my Dessert?'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-6076389993146468870</id><published>2010-01-13T15:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:49:04.772-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='group sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orgy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toronto'/><title type='text'>February Fun with "The Harlots" - Group Party anyone?</title><content type='html'>February Fun with "The Harlots" - Group Party anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You all know me Molly Robinson The Proper Harlot quite well and I am sure you know the familiar faces of my friends, Genevieve Lajoie Deme Fox &amp; Brynn Winters we are all independent escorts who have joined forces to bring you an afternoon of wild fun. We will be hosting a group play party at Harlot HQ which is in the heart of the entertainment district. Munchies will be served along with cold beverages and a bevy of sweet treats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    No need to be shy boys we don't bite and everyone who attends our parties are like minded and full of energy. Taken a deep breath and fulfill your fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Location : Harlot HQ (downtown)&lt;br /&gt;    Date : Feb 4th 2010&lt;br /&gt;    Time : 3:00-5:30&lt;br /&gt;    Rate : $650&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There will be 4 girls as mentioned above and up to 8 Guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    To reserve your spot please contact me Molly Robinson, I will ask you to e-mail me theproperharlot@gmail.com with a brief note about your past experience - if any, why group play is of interest to you and a little about yourself. We will choose the right dynamic of guys to make the party a success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-6076389993146468870?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/6076389993146468870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/01/february-fun-with-harlots-group-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6076389993146468870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6076389993146468870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/01/february-fun-with-harlots-group-party.html' title='February Fun with &quot;The Harlots&quot; - Group Party anyone?'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-5385870175384849809</id><published>2010-01-12T20:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:36:23.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The first 5 minutes....</title><content type='html'>You knock on my door, I answered and invited you in. You said it was great to finally meet me. I took your jacket and hung it up. I could tell you were nervous by the way you rubbed your hands together. You told me how beautiful i am, I blushed and said thank you. You were about to tell me how nervous you were but before you could say another word I wrapped my arms around you and hugged you. Your firm yet genlte embrace and the imediate lax in your shoulders told me you enjoyed my touch. I held on until you let go first,  I got the impression it had been a while since you last held a woman that close and tender. As our arms dropped to our sides I looked you in the eye and reached in for a kiss...you seem surprised i swore you wanted to look bihind you as if my kiss were meant for someone else. Our soft kiss quickly turned into passion as I held your face in my hands, you pulled me in close at the waist, your hands slid sofly down my hips exploring my curves....           &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-5385870175384849809?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/5385870175384849809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-5-minutes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/5385870175384849809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/5385870175384849809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-5-minutes.html' title='The first 5 minutes....'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-3510760609885652030</id><published>2009-12-31T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:20:41.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gen and Molly almost killed me</title><content type='html'>Ok guys go get your popcorn this may be a long one.&lt;br /&gt;Drive to a modern top notch condo downtown Toronto, excited as hell the anticipation was killing me all day. Gen greets me with her DFK trademark and Molly follows suit. Molly's pictures of her face and body are posted all over her website so no introduction needed must add she is prettier than her pics show. Gen has been reviewed to death and has the sexy librarian look. Chit chat for a while, they both have great personalities and it shows they are friends with the way they interact. They made me feel very comfortable and at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandatory shower, open the door and I see Gen going through the closet. Asked her what she was doing, trying to decide which dildos to play with she replied. My smiled grew from ear to ear. Hopped to the bed and Molly says to me that she is addicted to sucking cock, then I must leave I said as I want nothing to do with that &lt;img src="http://www.caerf.com/rboard/images/smilies/icon_e_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" title="Very Happy" /&gt; . Lying in bed and they both jumped at JR as if they just found their long lost friend. First Gen then Molly pushes her aside and gets into the action. They both are great at BBBJ, Gen is DFK while Molly continues to suck on my boy like there is no tomorrow. Then Molly's turn and more DFK while Gen continues sucking me. They switch again this time digits on Gen while more DFK and she is the best at this she rides my fingers like it was a cock, up and down many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Molly to stop did not want to come yet. Asked them for the show and they both gave me the devilish look. They DFK each other while double digits action, Molly swings Gen on her back and Daty big time, then Gen returned the favor. Gen takes the double dick huge 20" dildo from her cabinet smiles and me says watch this. She inserts 1/3 into her pussy then inserts the rest into Molly and starts Jackhammering her. My God cannot believe I am reliving a porno scene. Loud moans from both of them Molly's face red as a tomato and gen keeps giving it to her. To top it off they both have clit vibrators while dealing with their huge dildo in their pussies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dildo scene Gen makes Molly lie on her back again, again sweet Gen looks at me with a smile and says look at my hand. Digits on Molly then WTF &lt;img src="http://www.caerf.com/rboard/images/smilies/icon_eek.gif" alt=":shock:" title="Shocked" /&gt; Her fist disappeared, she has her whole fist inside her all I can see is her tiny elbow. Molly is going crazy with screams and moans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat they both start at JR again, then Gen gets on top of me riding me cowboy while Molly is DFK her and me. I mount her mish and she cannot get enough, Doggie while looking at the mirror and she moves at my speed. This babe can take a pounding like the best of them. Take out condom, Molly starts sucking me again while more DFK from Gen. I am about to explode Molly screams in my mouth, Fuck she took all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I am tired&lt;br /&gt;Thanks girls for an unbeliavable time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.caerf.com/rboard/viewtopic.php?f=9&amp;amp;t=1338&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-3510760609885652030?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/3510760609885652030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/12/gen-and-molly-almost-killed-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/3510760609885652030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/3510760609885652030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/12/gen-and-molly-almost-killed-me.html' title='Gen and Molly almost killed me'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-697348080448007089</id><published>2009-12-14T17:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:28:20.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;I just got out of a serious relationship and don&amp;#039;t want to get back into another one as I need time to heal emotionally. But I need to satisfy my physical cravings. I&amp;#039;ve always been the shy, nice guy next door thing and have no idea how to go about finding casual encounters or something with no strings attached. Craigslist down here (South Florida) is a bust so I&amp;#039;m not really sure what to do or where to go. Any thoughts or advice?&lt;/strong&gt;                     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Go out to your local bar where there is a lot of energy, take some cash with you and find a nice girl and buy her some drink if she is not responsive move to the next one...don&amp;#039;t go to early in the night. I am a sucker for a guy who buys me drinks, I can never say no...;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/theproperharlot"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-697348080448007089?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/697348080448007089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/12/formspringme_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/697348080448007089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/697348080448007089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/12/formspringme_14.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-5342381625932058739</id><published>2009-12-14T17:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:09:38.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;If you could go on vacation for the next month with an unlimited budget, where would you go?&lt;/strong&gt;                     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;I would sail around the Caribbean on a huge yacht with a crew of handsome sailors...;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/theproperharlot"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-5342381625932058739?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/5342381625932058739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/12/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/5342381625932058739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/5342381625932058739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/12/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-1026186523642084686</id><published>2009-12-13T21:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:34:48.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"A letter from John"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="smallfont"&gt;          &lt;strong&gt;The Thought of you still arouses me&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;hr style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" size="1"&gt;    &lt;!-- / icon and title --&gt;       &lt;!-- message --&gt;   &lt;div id="post_message_"&gt; I have seen you a couple of times at your old condo in Scarborough. Last time was a few of years ago. I haven't "hobbied" for about that long. Not exactly sure why. Anyway, I just checked out your website and it brought back very vivid memories of our meeting. Actually I am extremely aroused right now. Damn, I must see you in the not too distant future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-1026186523642084686?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/1026186523642084686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/12/letter-from-john.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/1026186523642084686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/1026186523642084686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/12/letter-from-john.html' title='&quot;A letter from John&quot;'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-1975751034574639599</id><published>2009-12-13T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:01:13.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer Adventure...just the begining!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; line-height: 1.15; font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;My summer adventure started sort of by chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;with an ad on craigslist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; Not my usual hunting ground, but it is the place to look when you are looking for something out of the ordinary and not quite in keeping with the social norm. In other words, I needed to do my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;searching in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; a place where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;the majority of the population&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;moral compasses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; just as backwards as mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;I was a girl with a specific need, more specifically I was a white girl on the search for black cock again more specificity big black cock. I guess I can’t really say it was a need; it wasn’t like I was going to die or instantaneous burst into flames if I didn’t get BBC (short for Big Black Cock) even though some days it felt that way. It was more a desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;intense craving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; to fulfill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;a long time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;. It was this yearning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;that brought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; me to actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; post the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;ad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; line-height: 1.15; font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;I did not want to fool around and be vague or try to candy coat what I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;really looking for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;I despise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;the blatant mendacity of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;online ads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;; face it if you are a slut and like to give head just say so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;I want nothing to do with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;bull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;shit about long walks on the beach, holding hands or making long lasting friendships. Personally I just wante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;d to fuck and quite frankly I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;n’t care to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; know your name. So quite bluntly my ad read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; line-height: 1.15; font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; line-height: 1;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;ISO HUNG BLACK men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;..Tomorrow...With Sexy Curvy Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-style: italic; font-size: 18px;"&gt;– I am looking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-style: italic; font-size: 18px;"&gt;to feed my craving for BBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-style: italic; font-size: 18px;"&gt; and nothing more, if you are interested please reply with picture and a few details about your assets. I am hosting in my downtown hotel room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-style: italic; font-size: 18px;"&gt; tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-style: italic; font-size: 18px;"&gt; afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-style: italic; font-size: 18px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-style: italic; font-size: 18px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-style: italic; font-size: 18px;"&gt;Pleas&lt;wbr&gt;e email me ASAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; line-height: 1;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; font-style: italic; font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; line-height: 1.15; font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Ping! Ping! Ping! My Blackberry started chirping almost instantly. Replies started rolling in. No picture, delete! No details, Delete! Not a BBC, Delete! That was the first and easiest round of eliminations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;The next round was a little more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;difficult;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; however&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; I weeded through the applicants like a proficient HR rep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;coming up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;short list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; in no time. It was down to two guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;first pick is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;a little cocky not liking that so much, he seems intelligent so he gains big points for that and he mentions he is tall. Tall is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;a prerequisite but it defiantly ads to my fantasy. I never leave anything to chance so I make a second choice, just in case one of them can’t make it. If both of them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;do show up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; I got a plan for that too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;No! I am not going to spring a surprise 3way on them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;,  but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; that would be blast. Sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;,  I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; digress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; Number one Cocky BBC I tell him I want him for 3pm and number two BBC the younger one, I tell him 1pm. I do this because if my instinct is right I will want to extend my time with BBC #one and would not want to rush him out the door. My second choice is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;a young eager buck that seems ready to please; he does not seem to have any inhibitions and really wants to play. He is my second choice only because of his age. I am 10 yrs his senior and in my experience it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; tends to be one sided. Don't get me wrong I have had my fair share of fun with younger men, but unfortunately the bad times out weight the good so the odds are stacked against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; line-height: 1.15; font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Both parties have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;accepted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; my invitation to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;I have given them instructions about my location and how to contact me when they arrive for the room number. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;So let the games begin!  BBC #1 seems to b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;e very smooth he has continued chatting me up texting me and flirting with me all night long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; after I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;told him he was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;“IN”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;. He continues to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;build the anticipation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;of what I am to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; expect from him, I am now worried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;he is a just a big talker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;However l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;ike a horny little school girl I bite and hold on. I flirt back, trying to make him realize he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;is in for something more. I want him to know  I am more than some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;ordinary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;chick and I know what I am doing. I make it very clear I want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; and he better bring his “A” game. I am a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; tough talker, and being just as cocky as he was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;What he didn’t know is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; I had already melted and was all wet in the panties.  3pm the next day could not arrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; quick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; enough for me.  The rest of that night seemed to go in slow motion as if I was on some cheap drug, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;my eyes seemed foggy, even the loud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;music of the dance club that I was in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; seemed to go quiet, almost muffled as if I was holding pillows over my ears. I had tuned everything out. All I could concentrate on was the words we were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;typing back and forth to each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;This is not normally my style; I am more of a get in, get out and have fun kind of girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;The night ended very late for me arriving back to my hotel and the flirting was finally put on hold. I tell him I will chat with him tomorrow and I settled into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; line-height: 1.15; font-family: verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;I am unable to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; as I think about how the night transpired and anticipated the day that lay ahead. I was feeling pretty good about my hunt, considering I posted the ad around dinner time it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;would seem I had achieved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;greatness; that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt; is if it all plays out the way I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-1975751034574639599?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/1975751034574639599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-summer-adventurejust-begining_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/1975751034574639599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/1975751034574639599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-summer-adventurejust-begining_13.html' title='My Summer Adventure...just the begining!'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-4112722680950031672</id><published>2009-11-21T16:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T16:53:33.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly Robinson + The  Flashers, the Exhibitionists, the Stripper, &amp; Streetwalker</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt; Robinson&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw &lt;span&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt; Wednesday night of last week for the first time. The downtown location is upscale and parking was convenient. She greeted me at the door enthusiastically with a sensual kiss. She complimented me on my cologne (sorry guys, it’s a secret). She introduced me to the adorable Scarlett and the very cute Madison who also liked my cologne. They were doing their own thing before they’d get ready to go out with &lt;span&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt; after our own session.  &lt;span&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt; asked if it was ok for them to be in the suite while we’d do our own thing behind a smoked-glass partitioned bedroom and I said, no problem (I actually thought it was a little exciting). I detected a slight southern accent by Scarlett and that aroused me ‘cuz it’s been awhile since I’ve made it with a southern gal. Madison on the other hand, has the cutest smile and such a sexy mouth that subliminally says “Hey JohnFK, I dare you to fuck me”, or “You’d love to put your cock in my mouth wouldn’t you”. (Sorry for digressing but that was my confused state of mind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our session was to begin at 8 pm but an accident on the Gardiner caused some traffic. I got there around 8:10 pm. All I will say is that after &lt;span&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt; got down to business, she caused me to give her a porno-style money shot by 8:47 pm. Whoa I thought to myself and said wryly to a glossy &lt;span&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt;, ‘You do remember that this is a 2 hour session don’t you?’ and she said, ‘Oh yes, take your time – there’s much more to do’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was a little concerned about the intensity of my future performance but let me tell you, the &lt;span&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt; Effect (to quote one Terbite) took its course. She’s a great kisser and is affectionate. She loves to please and to be pleased, and you're right Genevieve, those breasts of hers are spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let her stature fool you gentlemen as she is a sexual athlete. Her CG was amazing and let’s just say that her sphincter muscles are one of the strongest I’ve ever felt in my life. Her dirty talk will make you do things that you’d think you couldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doggie and wheelbarrow mish followed and knowing that there were two ladies in pink nearby, I gave it to &lt;span&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt; with all my might so that they could hear us. I’m not sure if that was the catalyst, but the two ladies in pink flashed their boobs on the smoked glass partition which was a reminder to me that you can’t just have one lady in pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say.  &lt;span&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt; totally drained me. If our 2 hour session was a porno movie, we would have had three acts. The other two ladies in pink had already showered and were in some state of undress to get ready for their night out with &lt;span&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt;.  I had my shower and then &lt;span&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt; had hers. While drying and changing, Scarlett and Madison were dolling themselves up and looking more and more beautiful by the minute. Talk about southern hospitality and making yourself at home! I got to see what they were wearing under their evening clothes – very sexy. I later asked &lt;span&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt;, what did I do to deserve this? I told her that I now can’t just see two harlots – I have to see them all together. That only conjures up images of 3 or 4 mouths fighting over me. &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Even though I left physically drained, &lt;span&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt; and the other Harlots had planted a sinful seed in my mind which would set off a sexual chain reaction later that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ==============================&lt;wbr&gt;====================  ==============================&lt;wbr&gt;==================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Exhibitionists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my time with &lt;span&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt;, I went for dinner on my own at a nearby restaurant. The night was serene so I took a table on the sidewalk. During the course of my meal, I noticed a couple by their room window across the street making out – she was wearing a white blouse and jeans, he a dark bathrobe. I saw that others around me had not noticed yet – could be that the &lt;span&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt; Effect gave me special powers of perception. Eventually, the woman got on her knees and starting blowing the guy but his back was to us. By this time, others dining nearby had noticed with eager smiles and anticipation. I couldn’t watch every second because &lt;span&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt; whet my appetite so I focused on my delicious food.  Besides, &lt;span&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt; and I would have made that couple look like amateurs, so I felt like I wasn’t missing much. Eventually, I heard cheers and clapping and when I looked up, the couple walked away from the window and turned off the lights. I asked the couple behind me, ‘So did I miss the money shot?’, and a giddy guy said, ‘Oh yeah’. After my gelato dessert, I felt too energetic to just go home (or maybe it was still the &lt;span&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt; Effect).  I was downtown and this nice &lt;span class="il"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt; night was too young.  So I decided to go to a strip joint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stripper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to one of the downtown strip clubs which will go unnamed for reasons that I will give later. It wasn't the one that the Ladies in Pink dissuaded me from (thank you girls!). As I turned to a side street to park my car, I saw this awesome-looking babe standing across from the strip joint at a street corner with legs that reached up to her neck. I thought ‘Fuck, she’s too good-looking to be a streetwalker (SW) – must be a stripper just going to work’. Well, anyways, I strategically park my car so I could walk past her and check her out. As I walk by her, I had to get close because of the way she positioned herself near some sidewalk construction barricades. I told her ‘Hon, you look so fine tonight’. She asked me, “Would you like some company tonight” – Bingo! Well, I told her that I was drained from the wild time I just had and she asks incredulously, ‘And now you’re going to a strip joint?’. I told her the truth, that I knew someone that worked there and was curious if she’d be around. She said, “Oh ok, well, I’ll probably still be around if you like”, and I said, “Great”. I’ve only approached a streetwalker once in my life and that was years ago, and I’d rather not, but this babe was a total knockout – a fucking Siren. Anyways, I ended up getting a load of dances from a Russian dancer inside the strip bar (I didn’t see the one who I thought worked there). This dancer’s name was Liza, short for Elizabeth (sic). She was a pretty blonde and had a nice figure. They didn’t tell me about the $20 VIP charge until I had her on my lap, but it didn’t matter to me. She intoxicated me with her moves which got me so hard to my surprise because I was physically spent. Anyways, fifteen dances later (I know, too much), I went downstairs to finish off my Stella. I still had the SW in my cockhead’s mind because I figured that if I still got hard for the stripper, think of what the SW would do for me. So I was going to tempt fate next (or is this still the &lt;span&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt; Effect?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Streetwalker (SW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left the club, which was near closing time, I didn’t see the SW. Shit I thought! My brain told me that I should probably not take a chance and just go home, but my little swollen head said otherwise. So I first went to a Tim’s to get a coffee and started driving up and down some core roads to see if I could see this super hot-looking whore. I decided 20 minutes later that I’d go down a main artery just one more time and if I didn’t see her, I’d call it quits. Well, wouldn’t you know that she re-appears! I drove past her and looked to my right. She sees me pass her. I drive around the block and park on the sidestreet again. I’m nervous but my little head says, ‘Go for it. She’s like nobody you’ve seen before. Killer legs with a sexy tat on her lower well-defined calf, fuschia heels and dress with matching manicure, and a pretty face with streaked blonde hair – she’ll cure your stripper-broken heart’. Some guy goes up to her and talks to her so I stall my own approach. He then walks away. I resume and when I get to her, she says “Oh there you are. Was that you who flashed your lights?”. I explained that a Russian dancer got to the better of me and she understandably smiles. Then I asked her where she went ‘cuz I was driving around looking for her. She said that she had to go to a ladies room. I said, well I want to be discreet and my car is over there. Without much ado, she said, ‘OK, I’ll walk over there in a minute or so’. So I get to my car and eventually, she walks over to me. OMFG, I thought to myself – is she hot! She gets in the car. I do my due diligence and we settle on getting a cheap room that she knows about. I tell her that she’s very hot and she says, ‘thank you’. After we get the room, we eventually lie down on the bed. The deal was FS but no GFE even though she was very clean with a healthy appearance. She puts a cover on me and goes down. I was easily aroused by this sex goddess with pornographic appeal, and get on top to mount her. I hold her leg and to my astonishment, she was not wearing what I thought were sheer nylons – just her own tanned legs which were gorgeous. I told her how pleasantly surprised I was, and she said, she works out and goes to the tanning salon. Anyways, I can’t even believe that after &lt;span&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt; Robinson’s sexual workout, I’m getting it on with this babe. I do her hard and fast with her telling me how good my cock feels inside her. After much thrusting, I came hard inside the condom whilst deep inside her. I kissed her forehead, temple and cheek and whispered how good she turns my crank. It was like banging a stripper that I knew who broke my heart. It was almost too good to be true, but it was happening. After we finished and cleaned up, I drove her near her home and dropped her off. I was lucky to get her phone # for the future. (I will keep this gem to myself even though she ain’t cheap but she gets my engine roaring – this explains the secrecy behind certain details).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorry about the extended review folks but if it wasn’t for &lt;span&gt;Molly&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; her friends, I wouldn’t have had such a memorable adventure that night which I had to share.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-4112722680950031672?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/4112722680950031672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/11/molly-robinson-flashers-exhibitionists.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/4112722680950031672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/4112722680950031672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/11/molly-robinson-flashers-exhibitionists.html' title='Molly Robinson + The  Flashers, the Exhibitionists, the Stripper, &amp; Streetwalker'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-1944764559867663815</id><published>2009-11-21T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T16:02:24.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly Robinson Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have been wanting to see Molly Robinson for a while, but hadn't gotten the courage up to see her until now. Found myself downtown and all excited, was fortunate to have the opportunity to meet her for the first time. She is in a very nice clean upscale condo and will add there was no issue getting through security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="post_message_2870135"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have expected her pictures to have been air brushed a little and put in the best light, upon meeting her I was stunned. What you see is what you get, she is a very beautiful curvey lady. If your looking for a spinner, look elsewhere (too bad your loss). You might call it a fetish, but sometimes I have a desire for shorter ladies, she is advertised at 5'2" &amp;amp; happily satisfied the need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go in a little nervous, who am I kidding quite nervous. I am always a little nervous meeting a new lady but knowing that she also caters to some fetishes/Dom, I was worried she would be too aggressive or domineering. Being pleasantly surprised, she knew just the right way to welcome me and make me feel comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see her looking for a sensual 90min GFE, I never really realized I would be walking into such a passionate experience, yes we clicked. Actually with Molly I would rename the phrase SPGFE (Sensual Passionate Girfriend Experience). She is a great lady that wants to please and be pleased, she does enjoy herself which makes for a Win-win situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm paranoid about being clean and its nice to see her hygiene is also excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't get into too many details about service, I will say we both enjoyed ourselves thoroughly, and pretty much covered the GFE gambit. A couple highlights; knowing the bed skated around (hmmm, was that an earthquake?) and watching her intense eyes &amp;amp; stunning face while being consumed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly has a great sense of humour and is quite the conversationalist as she does have a broad range of interests and knowledge. Just hearing her talk put me under a spell listening to that sexy voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like time stood still, 90mins is just not long enough as she is quite intoxicating. Actually we did loose track of time and went over a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is where the negatives come in, you decide if it is a good or bad thing. I had a scheduled a work meeting to go to afterwords of which I was late for and when I was there I couldn't concentrate as my mind was not functioning well, Molly has this lasting effect on me like a drug. Moral of the story, she is mind consuming. In the future, I will make sure my meetings are in the morning and longer sessions with Molly in the afternoon! This review ended up taking me longer than normal to write but thats what happens with a messed up head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I repeat? Yes (ASAP isn't quick enough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theproperharlot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.theproperharlot.com/&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-1944764559867663815?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/1944764559867663815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/11/molly-robinson-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/1944764559867663815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/1944764559867663815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/11/molly-robinson-review.html' title='Molly Robinson Review'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-2049067431430621567</id><published>2009-11-06T13:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:28:41.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Proper Harlot Martini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/SvSUHw0IF0I/AAAAAAAAA_c/-XTrZxm2TRY/s288/41188163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 288px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/SvSUHw0IF0I/AAAAAAAAA_c/-XTrZxm2TRY/s288/41188163.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Looks Innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tastes Sweet&lt;br /&gt;Always Easy&lt;br /&gt;Never Cheap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....and will have you out of your clothes before you know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.5 oz &lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patrón&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Tequila&lt;br /&gt;1 oz Cointreau&lt;br /&gt;Splash of Goldschlager&lt;br /&gt;2oz Pomegranate juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garnish with an orange twist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for a night of adventure raise your glass and order a double!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-2049067431430621567?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/2049067431430621567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/11/proper-harlot-martini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/2049067431430621567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/2049067431430621567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/11/proper-harlot-martini.html' title='The Proper Harlot Martini'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/SvSUHw0IF0I/AAAAAAAAA_c/-XTrZxm2TRY/s72-c/41188163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-1022441862372683067</id><published>2009-10-27T00:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:29:24.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I must be in GREAT Standing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/SswKv-6UoZI/AAAAAAAAA8A/e0DUvobw3FQ/s400/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/SswKv-6UoZI/AAAAAAAAA8A/e0DUvobw3FQ/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-1022441862372683067?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/1022441862372683067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-must-be-in-great-standing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/1022441862372683067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/1022441862372683067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-must-be-in-great-standing.html' title='I must be in GREAT Standing!'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/SswKv-6UoZI/AAAAAAAAA8A/e0DUvobw3FQ/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-7716843490304831701</id><published>2009-10-27T00:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:11:09.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll play adventure! played out by A Harlot and  2 Clients</title><content type='html'>Letter to "The Husband" and "The Boy toy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as you two are chatting, and won't let me in on it.  I thought I would interject and let you know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of you two talking has got me all hot and bothered. The  thought of "my husband"  and "my boy toy"  fucking me together has got my panties in a twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is truly my fantasy come true. Last time was hot and I have not stopped thinking about it. However this time, I want it to be even hotter, just the three of us. This is my fantasy and I want it played out a certain way. Yes I want you both to enjoy and have fun but I want this to be about me and what I want. Yes you can call me greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should start the night out at a bar or lounge. Where you set me free to flirt. As you both watch me I will tease you and you will both get revved up. When you both have had enough you can real me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get a cab and make our way back to the condo. This is where the real fun will begin. I sit between the two of you so I can reach down and feel your hard cocks. Boy toy you slide your hand up my skirt and feel I am not wearing panties and Husband you place a hand inside my blouse and squeeze my ample tits. I will take all the soft kisses you can both dish out.   I may decide to pull out boy toys cock right there in the back of the cab and mount it for you to watch husband of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as this evening is to be about me. I want a little bit of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be undressed slowly and I want  soft touching, kissing and playing to start.  Boy toy I want you to show husband  how you make me squirt.  Husband I want you to show Boy toy how to lick my pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am satisfied I  want to take complete  control and tell you two what to do. From where to stand or how to fuck me,  you will both listen and be attentive to my needs. If I grab either of you by the back of the head you will gladly follow along and suck cock, if that is what I please.  I actually  want to see you both of you suck cock at some point. Once I am done having my way with you two, I will hand over complete control to both of you. Husband feel free to tell Boy toy what you want him to do to me. Sorry Boy toy you don't have this privilege. But you can tell me what to do to either yourself or husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give up all my power and allow myself to be dominated. You may spank me, tie me up.  I will gladly take either cock in my mouth as you push my head down and  make me gag.  You can treat me like the little slut I am. Fuck me hard or deny me cock all together.  Maybe your whim is to  double penetrate me. I will take what ever you both have to serve up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope reading this does to you what it is doing to me as I write it............taking deep breaths of anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should sum up the  adventure of The Slut her Boy toy and her Husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;br /&gt;The Slut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-7716843490304831701?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/7716843490304831701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/10/roll-play-adventure-played-out-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/7716843490304831701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/7716843490304831701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/10/roll-play-adventure-played-out-by.html' title='Roll play adventure! played out by A Harlot and  2 Clients'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-6638527341205593967</id><published>2009-10-15T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:59:19.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thank You  From "John"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="smallfont"&gt;          &lt;strong&gt;Thanks for a great time!&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;hr style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); background-color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" size="1"&gt;    &lt;!-- / icon and title --&gt;       &lt;!-- message --&gt;   &lt;div id="post_message_"&gt;        Molly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for a great time tonight!  I'm glad I was the lucky guy to have called you first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what I enjoyed most (in addition to your sparkling personality)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Your talented tongue&lt;br /&gt;* Spectacular breasts&lt;br /&gt;* Great tasting kitty&lt;br /&gt;* Your unique muscular skills (you know what I mean!)&lt;br /&gt;* Creativity...I never expected sex and Peppermint Tea to be used together but it was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;* Getting to know you a little bit with some great conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I enjoyed everything, you're a great lady...Thanks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-6638527341205593967?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/6638527341205593967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-you-from-john.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6638527341205593967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6638527341205593967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-you-from-john.html' title='A Thank You  From &quot;John&quot;'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-8486943751723216766</id><published>2009-10-06T12:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:51:07.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>E-mail de Jour!</title><content type='html'>Temptation flows deeply within the veins.  Passion wanders into the mind infecting it with desire and lust. One longs for that of truth and reality of things to come with a fire burning deep within. Your words call into the night pulling and grabing for all that is wanted, your lovely, beautiful, and amazing dear Molly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-8486943751723216766?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/8486943751723216766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-mail-de-jour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/8486943751723216766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/8486943751723216766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-mail-de-jour.html' title='E-mail de Jour!'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-4555831054052405029</id><published>2009-10-06T12:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:06:15.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Molly Likes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/Sr6Bxz5OFuI/AAAAAAAAA1M/3KiEC-NobR0/s288/molly%20edit_235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/Sr6Bxz5OFuI/AAAAAAAAA1M/3KiEC-NobR0/s288/molly%20edit_235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/Sr6Bxz5OFuI/AAAAAAAAA1M/3KiEC-NobR0/s288/molly%20edit_235.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to caress and touch&lt;br /&gt;I love to Kiss and Cuddle&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure&lt;br /&gt;I will put you in a muddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to tempt and toy&lt;br /&gt;I love to Lick and tease&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure&lt;br /&gt;I look better on my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to laugh and joke&lt;br /&gt;I love to wear a smile&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure&lt;br /&gt;I will go the extra Mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to play and chat&lt;br /&gt;I love to act all meek&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure&lt;br /&gt;I will beg for a little Greek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to talk a little dirty&lt;br /&gt;I love to be quite blunt&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure&lt;br /&gt;I will want you in my C**T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-4555831054052405029?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/4555831054052405029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-molly-likes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/4555831054052405029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/4555831054052405029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-molly-likes.html' title='What Molly Likes'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/Sr6Bxz5OFuI/AAAAAAAAA1M/3KiEC-NobR0/s72-c/molly%20edit_235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-497084620100284607</id><published>2009-09-22T14:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:43:38.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet T-Shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/SrkY7CZiCxI/AAAAAAAAAzU/aCmUldDQBCk/s400/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/SrkY7CZiCxI/AAAAAAAAAzU/aCmUldDQBCk/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-497084620100284607?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/497084620100284607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/09/wet-t-shirt.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/497084620100284607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/497084620100284607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/09/wet-t-shirt.html' title='Wet T-Shirt'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/SrkY7CZiCxI/AAAAAAAAAzU/aCmUldDQBCk/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-6758726886665069252</id><published>2009-09-21T22:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:52:51.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My silly t-shirt collection....;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/SreIv_zW8SI/AAAAAAAAAxM/dE-46DfOUM8/s400/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/SreIv_zW8SI/AAAAAAAAAxM/dE-46DfOUM8/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/Srebcn6ELYI/AAAAAAAAAxc/AAlEL-ERxok/s400/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/Srebcn6ELYI/AAAAAAAAAxc/AAlEL-ERxok/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/Srg1mepTWfI/AAAAAAAAAx8/3-PuiYFWhSM/s400/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/Srg1mepTWfI/AAAAAAAAAx8/3-PuiYFWhSM/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My silly t-shirt collection&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-6758726886665069252?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/6758726886665069252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-silly-t-shirt-collection.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6758726886665069252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6758726886665069252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-silly-t-shirt-collection.html' title='My silly t-shirt collection....;)'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/SreIv_zW8SI/AAAAAAAAAxM/dE-46DfOUM8/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-7033034634937328496</id><published>2009-08-11T10:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:53:41.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Review - Molly Robinson</title><content type='html'>Has been on my TDL for quite a while. Recently I was reminded of her by virtue (an oxymoron word for TERB) of the ads and reviews of both Molly and The Girls in Pink. The thread with dirty pictures didn't help either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booked a session. Easy enough to find, and a very impressive location. I even tried out the famous shower, but unfortunately, Molly had just got out of it. Only Molly was there at the time, but I can see where the setup encourages the ladies to tease and play with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good golly Miss Molly! She is quite a different experience, in a good way. No, not a spinner, but wonderful fun. I think you could classify her as a MILF, and as a "mature" lady, she is continuing to learn and explore her sexuality - always a good thing! She takes her time to be sensual, but somehow, when I think back the action was non-stop. This lady knows how to please, and how to be pleased. An interesting conflict between the playful kinky and the "Proper" Harlot. And, you can carry on a conversation with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, a great time, which will be repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.terb.ca/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=245889&amp;highlight=molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-7033034634937328496?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/7033034634937328496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/08/review-molly-robinson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/7033034634937328496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/7033034634937328496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/08/review-molly-robinson.html' title='Review - Molly Robinson'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-2843351598052400294</id><published>2009-08-11T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:50:12.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Harlot Extraordinaire</title><content type='html'>I have never defined a list of services because for me my sexuality has always been open to explore. I am always in a playful mood. I have been known to push the boundaries of my partners and my own experiences to new heights. You would think by now I have done all there is to do and what new feeling could I possibly experience. Let me tell you! because of my open mind I enjoy new and wonderful things all the time and I crave new experiences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are open minded and truly love to explore, you enjoy intelligent conversation, and ya get a kick out of a down to earth, fun, sexy and sometimes quirky girl. Then you have met your match.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-2843351598052400294?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/2843351598052400294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/08/harlot-extraordinaire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/2843351598052400294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/2843351598052400294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/08/harlot-extraordinaire.html' title='Harlot Extraordinaire'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-6416173570441458341</id><published>2009-08-03T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:55:49.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day:</title><content type='html'>"Molly, aren't you a catch....and the bait too"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-6416173570441458341?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/6416173570441458341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/08/quote-of-day_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6416173570441458341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6416173570441458341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/08/quote-of-day_03.html' title='Quote of the day:'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-7701699261071528520</id><published>2009-08-03T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:22:52.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>"I don't know the question, but sex is definitely the answer"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-7701699261071528520?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/7701699261071528520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/08/quote-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/7701699261071528520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/7701699261071528520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/08/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-2702681152444808037</id><published>2009-07-06T22:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:34:25.951-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='repent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confession'/><title type='text'>Father forgive me....</title><content type='html'>Father forgive me, for I have sinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last confession was a very long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....the first sin I must confess is, last time I was at cofession I tried to temp the priest by telling him I was not wearing any panties under my kilt, and that I had unpure thoughts about him. These were a lie....just to get his reaction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-2702681152444808037?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/2702681152444808037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/07/father-forgive-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/2702681152444808037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/2702681152444808037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/07/father-forgive-me.html' title='Father forgive me....'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-52928110409447603</id><published>2009-07-02T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T14:18:42.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>E-mail de Jour!</title><content type='html'>Congratulations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Sexy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know any better way to say it then congrats. You and your girls have put together quiet a wicked network of pure sensuality. I am damn well intrigued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I would ever be able to choose between any of you, so I hope the next time I am in town I can have a little or a lot of every last one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am impressed by the competitions, by the photos, by the way you take a mundane schedule posting and make me come back again and again to view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great fucking job Sexy. See you all real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-52928110409447603?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/52928110409447603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-mail-de-jour_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/52928110409447603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/52928110409447603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-mail-de-jour_02.html' title='E-mail de Jour!'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-8417181847902758606</id><published>2009-07-01T20:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:00:54.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>E-mail de jour!</title><content type='html'>I hope that you are well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to check in once in a while when I need to be reminded of the beautiful things in this world. You are so uniquely exquisite. Your rich femininity is so intensely gorgeous. It gives me a bit of a smile and a moment of softness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-8417181847902758606?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/8417181847902758606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-mail-de-jour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/8417181847902758606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/8417181847902758606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-mail-de-jour.html' title='E-mail de jour!'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-5406400997382040718</id><published>2009-07-01T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:56:41.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Review  - The girls in pink  -  Moments to remember</title><content type='html'>Put Molly, Madison and Loraly on a bed with this old veteran, and what do you get? More than an hour of laughter, exquisite joy, and an explosive climax the memory of which will never fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a wonderful downtown place (and they're moving to a bigger suite in a few days), they are the least self-conscious people I've ever met, and between the three of them they know how to enjoy themselves and make their visitors special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No details; but be assured that if you enter their lives with laughter, they will repay you with a sexual abandon that would make a dead man come - alive - again. I've known Maddy for a long time - she reminded me that we had seen each other around this time of year on some half a dozen occasions . She has often had different partners, but Loraly and Molly Robinson are the happiest, sexiest, and most accomplished women she has ever befriended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theyv are creating a co-oparative house (and they have friends, people, they have friends!) that is unique. And when their move is done (and Loraly has come back from Florida in a couple of weeks - she left today) anybody who doesn't treat themselves to their company is seriously missing a very special pleasure. Individuaily - or, much better still, as a duo or (bliss!) a trio - they are a joyful group that you should put on your list. They are addictive, smart, funny, and they - pardon the vulgarity - fuck like minks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which of the three gave me the explosive BBJCIM while the others combined in a round of DFK and face sitting, and I don't care. All I know is that it cannot possibly - ever - get better than it was this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the three of them! And I thank them for the smiles and open-hearted joyfulness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-5406400997382040718?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/5406400997382040718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/07/review-girls-in-pink-moments-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/5406400997382040718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/5406400997382040718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/07/review-girls-in-pink-moments-to.html' title='Review  - The girls in pink  -  Moments to remember'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-7173894537057348286</id><published>2009-06-25T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:35:58.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something out of the Ordinary....</title><content type='html'>I wouldn't be Molly Robinson if I didn't mix things up a little bit around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This offering is not for all but it is for some, I know because I have been asked many many times. So what am I up to you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have another new duo partner. What's the big deal? My new duo partner is male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "a fetching little white bundle of curves" (I am bi)&lt;br /&gt;Him " a towering black package of pure pleasure" (he is straight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very comfortable working together....so the possibilities are endless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you just want to watch...sorta like live porn Pic Here&lt;br /&gt;maybe you have always wanted to see you wife get banged by a big huge cock.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you just want to tag team me "The Proper Harlot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like more info please contact me and tell me your fantasy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-7173894537057348286?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/7173894537057348286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-out-of-ordinary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/7173894537057348286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/7173894537057348286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-out-of-ordinary.html' title='Something out of the Ordinary....'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-8491937585197813124</id><published>2009-06-20T20:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:51:57.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>E-mail de Jour!</title><content type='html'>Hi, just wanted to let you know your sig pic rocks. i also just read your fantasy post, you're awesome.. i have been pretty quiet lately, but i have admired you for a long time.. i hope to be able to meet you sometime in the near future, as well as Madison and Loraly you are all sexy as hell.. nothing really to say except thank you for your posts.. not everyone can make my pecker twinge a little bit, just by reading their posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-8491937585197813124?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/8491937585197813124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-mail-de-jour_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/8491937585197813124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/8491937585197813124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-mail-de-jour_20.html' title='E-mail de Jour!'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-6306680883461629486</id><published>2009-06-15T15:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:17:42.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Kind of Lust"</title><content type='html'>My kind of Lust keeps on giving....&lt;br /&gt;My kind of Lust knows no bounds...&lt;br /&gt;My kind of Lust will ask you to fuck me harder....&lt;br /&gt;My kind of Lust will whisper in your ear...I like it slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kind of Lust will leave you speechless&lt;br /&gt;My kind of Lust will leave you yearning for more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come find out what my kind of Lust will do for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-6306680883461629486?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/6306680883461629486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-kind-of-lust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6306680883461629486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6306680883461629486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-kind-of-lust.html' title='&quot;My Kind of Lust&quot;'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-3350717840138784228</id><published>2009-06-12T13:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:00:21.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Pink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLRLhV9U0kQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RLRLhV9U0kQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink...it's my new obsession...yeah&lt;br /&gt;Pink...it's not even a question&lt;br /&gt;Pink...on the lips of your lover&lt;br /&gt;'Cause pink is the love you discover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink...as the bing on your cherry&lt;br /&gt;Pink...'cause you are so very&lt;br /&gt;Pink...it's the color of passion '&lt;br /&gt;Cause today it just goes with the fashion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink...it was love at first sight&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, pink...when I turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;And pink gets me high as a kite&lt;br /&gt;And I think everything is going to be alright&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we do tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be my flamingo&lt;br /&gt;'Cause pink...it's a new kinda of lingo&lt;br /&gt;Pink...like a deco umbrella&lt;br /&gt;It's kink that you don't ever tell her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...pink...it was love at first sight&lt;br /&gt;Then pink when I turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...pink gets me high as a kite&lt;br /&gt;And I think everything is going to be alright&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we do tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...want to be your lover&lt;br /&gt;I, I wanna wrap you in rubber&lt;br /&gt;And it's pink as the sheets that we lay on&lt;br /&gt;'Cause pink...It's my favorite crayon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink...it was love at first sight...&lt;br /&gt;yeah Pink...when I turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, pink...it's like red but not quite&lt;br /&gt;And I think everything is going to be alright&lt;br /&gt;No matter what we do tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-3350717840138784228?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/3350717840138784228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/06/think-pink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/3350717840138784228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/3350717840138784228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/06/think-pink.html' title='Think Pink!'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-5723586818564195978</id><published>2009-06-09T10:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:53:10.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Molly Effect...</title><content type='html'>The Molly Effect….A sexual encounter of sensitive dependence on initial conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example : You are sitting in a bar with fellow colleagues and you notice this woman walk in, she smiles at you as she walks over to the bar and orders herself a Black Russian. It is almost last call you think there is no time to get to know her. You are intrigued by her. She looks over her shoulder to make eye contact with you, you are shocked when you realize it is you she is holding long lingering gazes with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think to yourself “Man I want to fuck her….man, I wish I could fuck her, those tits are amazing”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you have choices that will determine the outcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think she is just a tease and you go about your business. (you don’t get laid)&lt;br /&gt;You are to shy so you will not make contact. (you don’t get laid)&lt;br /&gt;You take your time leaving the rooftop lounge and wait downstairs till she emerges. (She walks right up to you and invites you up to her room…you will be getting laid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Molly Effect can happen any time any place….if you just let it happen you will have mind blowing over the top sex that will leaving you speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you are in a bar and a sexy lady walks in and makes eye contact with you hold onto her gaze and your hat, you are in for some wild fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the guy who experienced “The Molly Effect” last night aren’t you glad you waited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-5723586818564195978?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/5723586818564195978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/06/molly-effect.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/5723586818564195978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/5723586818564195978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/06/molly-effect.html' title='The Molly Effect...'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-2860242830117229269</id><published>2009-06-04T09:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:43:20.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>E-mail de jour!</title><content type='html'>Your beauty is stunning to the point of absolute speechlessness. Literally breathtaking and awe inspiring in a way that must sear the soul of all who gaze upon you let alone those who find themselves face to face with you bathing in the corona you must radiate in person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-2860242830117229269?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/2860242830117229269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-mail-de-jour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/2860242830117229269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/2860242830117229269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-mail-de-jour.html' title='E-mail de jour!'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-6291005467339470441</id><published>2009-06-03T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:32:42.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thank You From "John"</title><content type='html'>Once again, I had a great time this afternoon.  You were amazing and I'm going to sleep well tonight, dreaming of you fucking me silly. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-6291005467339470441?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/6291005467339470441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you-from-john.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6291005467339470441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6291005467339470441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you-from-john.html' title='A Thank You From &quot;John&quot;'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-8896635737640333060</id><published>2009-05-29T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:18:23.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thank You From "John"</title><content type='html'>I'm sure you have heard it before and I'm sure you will hear it again and again.................&lt;br /&gt;You ladies are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that I chose to treat myself to a little birthday present by spending some quality time with 3 of the hottest women on the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only regret is that I wish I could do this every day. Sorry about your eye Molly. I hope the irritation goes away quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not sure if I'd never be able to mentally handle it but if I was ever to bang balls with a buddy I'd  definitely want the three of you to be part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s..I hope you have a good time with your anal experiments (remember the pleasure is in the pull not necessarily the push) and please don't forget to send me the photo's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-8896635737640333060?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/8896635737640333060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you-from-john_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/8896635737640333060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/8896635737640333060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you-from-john_29.html' title='A Thank You From &quot;John&quot;'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-3701228601627853973</id><published>2009-05-29T06:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:11:51.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thank You From "John"</title><content type='html'>Molly,Mmmmm.... I had an amazing time the memories of all the different positions is both exotic and erotic..... but....as I stood in the shower this morning....covered in soap...back against the walk....jerking off my hard, swollen, slippery, soap covered cock it was the memory of your open, wet mouth kissing me that made me cum again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so fucking yummy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it be possible to email me pics we took at the end :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-3701228601627853973?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/3701228601627853973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/05/mollymmmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/3701228601627853973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/3701228601627853973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/05/mollymmmmm.html' title='A Thank You From &quot;John&quot;'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-2969086728674848953</id><published>2009-05-29T01:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:20:55.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you'/><title type='text'>A Thank You  From "John"</title><content type='html'>Hi Molly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for our wonderful time together yesterday. I think our sexual chemistry (or maybe alchemy) is better each time. BTW, my penis does feel great in your pussy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, your warmth, humor and intelligence made our time together most enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS What is the name of the performance poet on Youtube that you mentioned?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-2969086728674848953?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/2969086728674848953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you-from-john.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/2969086728674848953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/2969086728674848953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you-from-john.html' title='A Thank You  From &quot;John&quot;'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-690792934351158641</id><published>2009-05-25T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T12:59:52.467-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escort'/><title type='text'>Help, My Hand prints were left behind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/ShrOP5_OH_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/PY-tPOjhNYQ/s1600-h/donotdisturb-tm.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/ShrOP5_OH_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/PY-tPOjhNYQ/s320/donotdisturb-tm.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339807080860491762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the inside of my fare share of hotel rooms and I notice the little details and the big details like cleanliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I checked into my hotel room with a friend and low and behold it was the same room we were in 3 weeks earlier. My friend is placing things around the room and getting organized when she laughs and says "OMG! your hand prints are still on the headboard" No, way I don't believe it! She says, "well that is your signature move" I look up and there they were my hand prints just as I remember them. 3 weeks earlier we commented on the headboard and how much fun I must have been having because my hand prints were plastered across its shiny dark wood finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question I have, do I complain to the hotel? If so what do I say with out looking like a complete slut....lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-690792934351158641?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/690792934351158641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/05/help-my-hand-prints-were-left-behind.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/690792934351158641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/690792934351158641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/05/help-my-hand-prints-were-left-behind.html' title='Help, My Hand prints were left behind!'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/ShrOP5_OH_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/PY-tPOjhNYQ/s72-c/donotdisturb-tm.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-6593411069454247938</id><published>2009-05-20T22:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:41:32.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>E-mail de jour!</title><content type='html'>Hello Molly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After viewing your website and reading various posts of yours over the past few days, I felt compelled to write this email to tell you how much I've enjoyed learning a little about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say you found a unique and humorous way to distinguish yourself from your "competition". As a newcomer to this scene, I've been doing my fair share of research of ladies in the GTA. time and time again, my mouse keeps scrolling over to your website :) Kudos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your profile and pictures definitely give a man something to chew on!! Perhaps someday soon I'll gather up the courage to find out for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long-winded message aside, thank you again for brightining up my day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-6593411069454247938?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/6593411069454247938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-mail-de-jour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6593411069454247938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6593411069454247938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-mail-de-jour.html' title='E-mail de jour!'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-1098380328887637866</id><published>2009-05-14T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:48:12.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Funny Work Story....Go ahead and laugh!</title><content type='html'>OK so where do you go to tell a funny story about work when you are an escort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few years of working I have had some of the funniest things happen and been in some crazy situations. However I have found myself biting my tongue when I really want to tell someone. So it here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened after a dentist appointment. I went for a regular check up and guess what the dentist found a couple of cavities. So I returned a couple days later got my fillings, I had them both done at the same tiem because I hate the thought of having to get that needle second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect they are all done, everything went well and all is good.Until a couple of days later when I realized the my jaw was getting harder to open and my face was a still little num.Well it turns out I had some weird freak condition that can happen from freezing and the jaw being held open for so long. I never thought that was possible. I have a strong jaw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Two weeks go by I have not been able to open my mouth and this really sucks or in my case there will be no sucking. Three weeks and it is starting to get better and if I move my jaw the right way I can open it.So I figure it is OK to go back to work. I am a trooper and I can do this. My first day back and I am ready to play. My day is booked and I am ready to get down to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you have to picture this. I am eager to work and my first client is someone who I have never seen and he has been very eager to see me for a while. The vibe is good and I am excited. The knock comes to the door I open it with grand anticipation and there in the door frame is this man that I have only ever imagined in my wildest fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on we all have the fantasy person drawn in our minds....and here is mine standing in my doorway. So what’s the problem you ask? As I looked up at him, all 6.6" of him (I am 5.2") my excitement quickly turned to fear. All I could think of was the size of his penis and if it was any relation to the size of his body I was going to be in trouble. I am certain I can't open my mouth that wide at this moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offer him a shower and he accepts. Great this gives me a few minutes to do the stupid exercises my dentist promised me would help stretch my jaw. So here I am sitting on the edge of the bed using my thumb and second finger like a vise prying my jaw open. I hear the shower stop. Ok this is it, the moment of truth! For my sake I actually hope this man has a really small penis. I know size doesn't matter but today it really does and I am hoping for small or at most average.Though my experience tells me a 6.6" tall man in good shape about 240lbs (ok....and yes he is black) is not going to have a small or even average penis. I am not being presumptuous here....I am speaking from experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In he walks and he is not shy in the least bit, he didn't even retune with the fluffy white towel around him. There is was and if I could open my mouth my jaw would have hit the floor.Why today? I ask myself. Why?...I am now truly convinced there is a greater being and I am the receiver of their practical jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, in three years of working as an sp this was the biggest, thickest penis I had ever seen and it wasn't even erect yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did push forward, persevered and got the job done. After that day it took another three weeks before I could work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my world...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-1098380328887637866?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/1098380328887637866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny-work-storygo-ahead-and-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/1098380328887637866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/1098380328887637866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny-work-storygo-ahead-and-laugh.html' title='A Funny Work Story....Go ahead and laugh!'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-6345722176268765087</id><published>2009-05-05T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:06:23.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thank You From "John"</title><content type='html'>Hi Girl's in Pink (Madison, Molly, Loraly),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for today. I had a great time. All of my fantasies came true. The blindfold at the start was so exciting. Having never met any of you before made that scene really hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You girls made me feel really comfortable. I guess that was because you were all so friendly and interactive. I felt that for 1 hour today I was allowed to become part of your special friendship. That really made the meeting special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison, thanks for organizing this and coordinating the action. Your suggestion of a little prostate massage was very welcomed. I had not done that in a long time and it felt really great today. Hmmm maybe I need to ask for that more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly, thanks for working so hard and being so patient in helping me reach my climax. I certainly was exhausted and very pleased by the end of our sesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loraly, your hot hot hot. Not sure if it was obvious or not, but I have a thing for blondes. I must say you are gorgeous . Sorry if I was a little aggressive at times. Now that I know you like it soft and sensual, I'll certainly remember to be more gentle for the next time we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you girls were happy to share a little time with me today.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, bye for now. Cannot wait till we do this again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You girls are amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-6345722176268765087?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/6345722176268765087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you-from-john_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6345722176268765087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6345722176268765087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you-from-john_05.html' title='A Thank You From &quot;John&quot;'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-418218229376395671</id><published>2009-04-25T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:09:14.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Molly/Madison Duo</title><content type='html'>So after reading a ton of reviews on these 2, and talking with both through messages here, I decided to book them for a 1 hour duo. Let's see, where to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, session wasn't that great...girls weren't very interactive...session was boring....both are clockwatchers....um.....are any of you guys buying any of this???? &lt;sigh&gt;....I didn't think so.....DAMN....I was hoping I could keep them all to myself.....lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the exact opposite of what I just said is true. Both women were totally fantastic! From the time I walked in, to the time I left, both women made me feel at ease, and as "corny" as this sounds, by the end it felt like I was hanging with 2 close friends. At no part during our session did it feel like a "business arrangement".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As has been mentioned in tons of other reviews, both ladies provided exceptional service. They are fully interactive with one another and it seemed to me that all 3 of us had a blast together (at least I know I did...and I hope they did too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to go into too much detail on this review (as both these ladies have been reviewed numerous times in the past so anything I say here would be redundant). But their menu is basically wide open....double bbbj, daty (all around), mpos, msog, bls, digits, etc. The only thing not on the menu (at least that I'm aware of) is rimming and greek. I didn't try to partake in either. Of course YMMV is always there....but with all the reviews on these 2 ladies, I can safely say I think anyone who books with them will have a FANTASTIC time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell they even got 2 SOG's out of me (and almost a 3rd)...and that's saying a lot considering I can't always manage that 2nd SOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot ladies! You'll definitely be seeing me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General ratings (for guys who look for those things)...on both ladies....&lt;br /&gt;Looks - 8/10&lt;br /&gt;Hygiene - 10/10&lt;br /&gt;Service - 25/10 (lol....get my point?)&lt;br /&gt;Recommend - I'd like to say no so I can have them for myself...but I'm forced to say HELL YA.&lt;br /&gt;Repeat - as soon as my bank accound starts to grow again....lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. - what I am about to say, I say completely respectfully to both these women, but I want to make it perfectly clear that if you are looking for that very slim, 24-36-24 girl, then you've come to the wrong place....BUT...if you are looking for 2 very attractive women who will give you exceptional service, a memorable experience...and the time of your life....then look no further!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-418218229376395671?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/418218229376395671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/04/review-mollymadison-duo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/418218229376395671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/418218229376395671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/04/review-mollymadison-duo.html' title='Review: Molly/Madison Duo'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-5130606850317466455</id><published>2009-04-12T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T13:27:49.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lulu was a prostitute...Ha Ha Ha!</title><content type='html'>Lulu was a prostitute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the police raided a whole group of prostitutes at a sex party in ahotel, and Lulu was among them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police took them outside and had all the prostitutes line up along thedriveway when suddenly, Lulu's grandma came by and saw her granddaughter. Grandma asked, 'Why are you standing in line here, dear?' Not willing to let her grandmother know the truth, Lulu told her grandmother that the policemen were passing out free oranges and she was just lining up for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, that's awfully nice of them. I think I'll get some for myself,'Grandma said, and she proceeded to the back of the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A policeman was going down the line asking for information from all of the prostitutes. When he got to Grandma, he was bewildered and exclaimed, Wow, still going at it at your age? How do you do it?'Grandma replied, 'Oh, it's easy, dear. I just take my dentures out, rip the skin back and suck them dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The policeman fainted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-5130606850317466455?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/5130606850317466455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/04/lulu-was-prostituteha-ha-ha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/5130606850317466455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/5130606850317466455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/04/lulu-was-prostituteha-ha-ha.html' title='Lulu was a prostitute...Ha Ha Ha!'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-5548881149703046268</id><published>2009-03-23T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:46:37.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, what a night</title><content type='html'>Oh, what a night&lt;br /&gt;Last Night in Boston it was half past Three&lt;br /&gt;What a very special time for me&lt;br /&gt;To bad I can't remember what a night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a night&lt;br /&gt;You know I didn't even know their name&lt;br /&gt;My But will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;What a lady, what a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I, I got a funny feelin' when he walked in the room&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my, as I recall it ended much too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what ever reason I can't get the song "Oh, what a night" by Frankie Valli out of my head after my weekend in Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandarin Oriental is a wildly Beautiful Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Bond Restaurant &amp;amp; Lounge is sexy hot&lt;br /&gt;Durty Nelly's and a million more Irish Pubs&lt;br /&gt;The Pogues live in Concert @ The House of Blues&lt;br /&gt;Centerfold's Stripclub one of only 2 in Boston let me just say we are spoiled here in Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wild weekend was awesome and I can't wait to go back to Boston. Just thought I would share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-5548881149703046268?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/5548881149703046268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-what-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/5548881149703046268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/5548881149703046268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-what-night.html' title='Oh, what a night'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-5187902399482644276</id><published>2009-03-03T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:40:46.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Am a Hooker"</title><content type='html'>I am Canadian....I love this commercial. One of my all time favorites. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BRI-A3vakVg" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BRI-A3vakVg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that it would be fun to use the same format to exclaim that I am proud to be a hooker so I aptly named it "I Am a Hooker"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Am a Hooker"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I’m not a crack whore, or a gold digger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t walk the streets or shoot heroine, nor do I have a pimp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes I do know Jimmy, John and Joe from Toronto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not they really are just "normal" guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own an upscale condo, I don't work in a back ally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offer French and Russian, no Greek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call me a “whore”, not “a Ho”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can proudly spread my legs for cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in decriminalizing, not legalizing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;safety for sex workers, not morality laws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that the shaved beaver is a truly lovely site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An escort is a hooker, a civilian, well she does it for "free",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I get paid in “cash” not “trade”, “cash”!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prostitution is the worlds oldest profession!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first institution of debauchery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the finest service ever sold to man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Molly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am a Hooker!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-5187902399482644276?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/5187902399482644276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-hooker.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/5187902399482644276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/5187902399482644276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-hooker.html' title='&quot;I Am a Hooker&quot;'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-3566485433137137636</id><published>2009-02-08T09:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:30:35.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Squirter, The John, His Harlot &amp; Her Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;John (for lack of a better name) procurer of pleasure asked if I could arrange a duo. By the way I am his Harlot the facilitator of pleasure. He wanted someone similar to myself, short curvy, big boobs, and a bouncy butt. The kind of ass that takes on a rhythm of its own when you have her bent over the edge of the bed and giving it to her like a rock star. This was going to take a little web surfing on my behalf to find the perfect girl. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/Si5jRl2mKcI/AAAAAAAAAWY/G3CTKpEE_V0/s1600-h/67613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 253px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345318961605388738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/Si5jRl2mKcI/AAAAAAAAAWY/G3CTKpEE_V0/s320/67613.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girl I had in mind, the one I often work with, the woman who I will refer to, as my lover is my complete opposite. She is tall and slim about 5.10, she towers over my voluptuous 5.2 frame. She has the most succulent little boobs that are adorned with teasing, perky little nipples opposed to my set of 38DD guns that declare my femininity and are on standby 24/7, ready to go to battle with a minutes notice. You get the point we are not the same. I like to refer to us as yin and yang, the perfect duo combo. Except for one thing, that one thing that makes us dangerous when put in the same room together, that one thing is our wanton lust for one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough about my lover she is not who John wants or at least thinks he doesn’t. So I go on a mission to find my twin I surf the net, which seems to be an endless sea of woman willing to have sex for money. Housewife’s on Craig’s List, University students on Lava life and then there are “the pro’s” like me. I sifted through countless amateurs who I think might fit the bill, however I am sticking to the pro’s they know the industry and there is, well! a level of professionalism amongst them. I suppose it is the professionalism that sets the horny housewife willing to do anything for “a buck twenty” apart from them “The Pro” and the fact the pro wont leave her house for less then 250 appeals to me in a haughty confident kind of a way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my online search turned out to be a frivolous waste of time. It is like a having a huge wine list in your hands but you are not familiar with any of the brands. There are so many to choose from you don’t know which one to pick. Do I take a chance and go cheap and hope to be pleasantly surprised by finding a gem. Or do I go with the thought if it is that expensive it must be good, and take the chance of it being overrated and just damn expensive. Oh the dilemma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when I think the search is over fate steps in and places her in my lap…. quite literally in fact. I was booked for an extended outcall and I was told there would be another girl joining us. I was given the link to her website because she is someone who I have never been with before nor had I ever met. Before agreeing to see her I perused over to her website and Wow! There she was. The girl I was requested to find, has found me in a round about way. In less then 24 hours we are going to meet face to face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was everything I expected and more. So once again I have found a woman to have an appetite for sex equal to my own. Our time together was fucking hot. How hot, you ask? It was so hot while I did her doggie style with my strap on; I came so hard my pussy juice was running down my thighs. Then what happened next was even hotter, completely wild. So wild I want more. I laid her on her back and started to lick her pussy, it was so sweet and wet I slid two fingers in and found just the right spot to make her arch her back in a way that doesn’t seem possible. As she begged me not to stop, her juices were gushing all around my fingers dripping from her pussy. Then it happened! She screamed out that she was coming, so I trusted harder and she squirted all over. This was a site I had never seen close up before, let alone be the one to make it happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there she was, The Squirter handed to me as if fate had it all planned. I could not wait to tell John I had found the perfect duo for him. When you are in business of facilitating pleasure you can’t help but want it to be perfect. Giving the client what he craves and anticipating what he doesn’t know he craves is what keeps them coming back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;John has decided not to book a duo but rather a 4 hour trio. Stay tuned to read about all the dirty dirty details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...……The Squirter, The John, His Harlot &amp;amp; Her Lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-3566485433137137636?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/3566485433137137636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/02/squirter-john-his-harlot-her-lover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/3566485433137137636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/3566485433137137636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/02/squirter-john-his-harlot-her-lover.html' title='The Squirter, The John, His Harlot &amp; Her Lover'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ptIBvZWKOY/Si5jRl2mKcI/AAAAAAAAAWY/G3CTKpEE_V0/s72-c/67613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-6211747151238011891</id><published>2009-01-26T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:40:47.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thank You From "John"</title><content type='html'>Thank you Molly for everything.....you are wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you don't mind,  I just sent a reply to a PM from a fellow terbite. He was questioning whether the pic matched the personality to make his decision and I assured him the meeting would be worth his time and effort. I gave him abrief overview of our delightful, 1.5 hour meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just reminiscing over your site and am trying to plan for you later this week or perhaps next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget that sweet pussy and your oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be well.&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-6211747151238011891?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/6211747151238011891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you-from-john.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6211747151238011891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6211747151238011891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you-from-john.html' title='A Thank You From &quot;John&quot;'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-3287131782675047855</id><published>2009-01-16T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:58:26.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Funny Story...</title><content type='html'>It happened this morning...again I ask why me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting ready to check out of my hotel. I have all my stuff packed and of course being the girl I am I have more bags then one would think ones needs for a two night stay in a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer bag slung over one shoulder, purse over the other, shopping bag in hand and trolley suitcase in tow. I head for the elevator. I push the button and wait. The doors open and there is a man and a woman already on the elevator. I proceed inside and the door closes. I push the handle down on my suitcase and from my bag comes a very loud humming noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sinks....and I immediately realize I have not taken the batteries out of my toys. My bag is vibrating and now causing the plastic wheel on my bag to click against the marble floor of the elevator. I nonchalantly try to slide my foot under my bag but that just caused the toys in my bag rattle against one another and made the sound echo even louder in the space of the tiny elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood frozen pretending not to hear the noise. It was a long ride down from the 26th floor. I think the elevator was now in slow motion. I could no longer ignore it any more. I reached in my pocket and pulled out my cell phone hoping to pass it off as my phone. I reached in my other pocket pulled out my other cell phone. There was no disguising this noise...I was mortified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the elevator stops and I quickly exit....I move off to the side to rectify my little problem and the gentleman behind me smiles at me and says "Sounds like more then a cell phone in your bag". At that point all I could do was laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how is your Friday going?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-3287131782675047855?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/3287131782675047855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-happened-this-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/3287131782675047855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/3287131782675047855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-happened-this-morning.html' title='A Funny Story...'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287529314851770870.post-6882830412986972648</id><published>2009-01-11T11:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:23:14.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>E-mail de jour!</title><content type='html'>Hey sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just came across you on "the red zone" (hoping to one day make that literally!), which let me add that I am a virgin to the "E" scene, and I checked out some reviews on your website and let's just say I had to stay in the seated position for a little bit, WOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am curious in regards to your schedule this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please advise,&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287529314851770870-6882830412986972648?l=diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/feeds/6882830412986972648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-mail-de-jour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6882830412986972648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287529314851770870/posts/default/6882830412986972648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofaharlot.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-mail-de-jour.html' title='E-mail de jour!'/><author><name>The Proper Harlot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
