4/18/25 Blowjob Heaven: Another Penthouse Forum Blog!
I tell you—sweetly but firmly—to assume the position. You spread your legs and welcome me in. I crawl up between them and find my sweet spot. From there, it really depends on my mood.
Sometimes I start with your balls—especially if they’re freshly shaved. (Let’s be honest, there’s nothing worse than unshaved balls!) I’ll lick and suck them for a while—if you’re into that—and when I’ve had my fill, I’ll move up your shaft, licking you like a lollipop. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.
Just when you think you can’t take another second of teasing, I’ll shift my focus to the head. I’ll caress it with my lips and tongue, zeroing in on that delicious little spot—your frenulum. I’ll lick it like there’s no tomorrow, then take the head into my mouth and start pulling gently on the rim with every stroke. It won’t be easy to resist climbing on top of you right about now—but I’ll hold back.
Instead, I’ll stroke you with one hand while I take you deep into my throat, and with my free hand, I’ll go back to playing with your balls—tickling, tugging, gently squeezing. Then I’ll let your cock slip from my lips, swirl my tongue around the head, and flash you a look with my sexy green eyes. You’ll love the sight of that—almost as much as the feeling.
Up until now, I’ve just been playing with you. Teasing. But now it’s time to turn up the heat. I’ll stroke you with my mouth, slowly at first—because I know you like it that way. Then, gradually, I’ll build the pace. I know exactly how you like to come.
And when I feel you moan, vibrate, squirm—and finally surrender—I won’t stop. I’ll keep sucking you through it, swallowing every delicious sound and sensation. I want you to come… and come… and come.
Heaven, isn’t it?
4/9/25 Got My Old Phone Number Back!
Well, I appealed my case with Google Voice and got my old phone number back. So please call me at 816–7 82–7996.
4/5/25 Men Who Get Discouraged
I hate that I even have to write this blog, but it happens so often in my practice that I feel like I need to talk about it.
When men can’t perform the way they think they should, they get very discouraged. And once that discouragement sets in, it’s like a switch flips—suddenly, the session feels over. There’s not much I can do at that point to bring things back. The best I can offer is a warm, relaxing massage and my signature back tickle.
It may not be what they came for, but it’s still something special. Honestly, my back tickle is an experience in and of itself—most people have never had anything like it. But I know that’s not what’s on their mind when they book the appointment.
Still, I want to be clear: it’s not my fault, and it’s not theirs either. It’s almost always due to nerves, ED, or both. Erectile dysfunction can start around age 48, and by the late 50s, it’s incredibly common. There are lots of things that can help with ED, but that’s not what this blog is about.
What I want to say is: it’s normal to feel discouraged the first time you see an escort. It’s nerve-racking! I do my best to help you feel calm and comfortable, but sometimes it’s just hard to relax—especially when you’re putting pressure on yourself.
And I really believe that if you’re not going to feel comfortable with me, you’re probably not going to feel comfortable with anyone. That’s why I always say: find someone you like and stick with them. It’s easier, safer, and just makes everything better.
I’ve had a few appointments lately where I know the client left feeling disappointed. Mostly disappointed in themselves, but maybe a little in me, too. And that hurts. I’m disappointed, too—mostly because I know I probably won’t see them again. And even though I did everything I could, it still feels like I failed.
But I know I didn’t. And still… it stings.
I guess it just is what it is.
3/28/25 Rates and Dates
It’s funny to think about how this all started for me back in 2015, in Topeka, Kansas. At the time, I charged $60 for a half hour and $100 for a full hour—and I actually did pretty well with that. Even in Topeka, I was seeing a decent number of clients. But when I raised my rates to $75 and $125, I lost almost all of my business. So I did the smart thing: I moved to Kansas City.
When I first got to Kansas City, I kept the same rates—and, oh boy, I was seeing seven people a day. That pace got me a reputation as high-volume, and I really didn’t like that. So I bumped up my rates to $100 for a half hour and $150 for an hour. That helped. I felt better about the work and who I was seeing.
As I got more popular, I raised my rates again—to $100/$175, and not long after that, $100/$180. I kept those rates throughout my time in Raytown in 2018. When I moved to my current place, I went up again to $120/$200, and stayed there for a solid five years. Then in February 2024, I made another adjustment: $120/$220. And that’s where I am today.
I feel my rates are more than fair—for who I am, what I offer, how I look, and how I do things. Lately, my ad has been bringing in new people, and I’m realizing just how unique I am in this industry. A lot of men tell me they’ve never experienced anything like what I offer. Certainly not with an escort.
Recently, I met with another provider who advertises on Tryst.link. She charges $300 an hour but only makes about a third of what I do, so she reached out for advice. I suggested she lower her donation. Not to be harsh, but she’s 46—not that it’s old, but in this business, it matters—and she isn’t particularly striking. She wears too much makeup, and her apartment was small, cluttered, and honestly, kind of a mess. But that’s not unusual in this field. A lot of providers are hot messes, unfortunately.
That said, she’s not on drugs, she’s sweet, and she’s cute underneath all that makeup. She’s also very accommodating. But a lot of her choices are driven by fear—especially living on the Kansas side, where law enforcement can be intense. She hasn’t been busted since 2020, and I tried to reassure her that simply posting an ad isn’t what gets you busted. It doesn’t work that way. Her issue was putting sex and money in the same text message—you just can’t do that.
She also told me you can’t be paid cash for anything in Overland Park, which I honestly find ridiculous. If anyone out there knows something I don’t, feel free to enlighten me.
Another thing she didn’t realize: if you say you’re available 24/7, people will assume you’re on meth. I mean, how else would you be up at 3am ready to go? Maybe I’m wrong, but I doubt it.
She also negotiated her rate with almost everyone, which I think is a mistake. If you set a rate, stick to it. Specials are one thing, but constant haggling means you don’t really have a rate. Personally, I never negotiate. It’s just something I won’t do.
I told her I’d refer some people her way in the evenings, since I don’t see clients then—but that’s about the extent of it.
3/26/25 Advice on Being Safe
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The only cop that will ever bust you is an undercover police person, and they will never tell you if they are a cop or not. So there’s no reason to ask a provider if they are a cop.
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Never talk about sex on text. You can talk about money. But you cannot talk about sex and money.
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If you want to verify if a provider is a cop or not, ask her to show you her boob or kiss you, because no female cop will do that.
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If a provider asks you what you like to do sexually, this could be a way of getting you to talk about sex. Do not go there, whether over a text or in person.
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Your best bet is to see a provider at either a house, or an apartment as the police do not use these to do stings.
2/22/25 Love/Hate Relationship with My Mach-E
Let me start by saying that I absolutely love this car. My electric Mach-E is hands down the coolest car I’ve ever owned. It practically drives itself, and everything is automated—even the high beams come on automatically when no one’s around at night. But… I also hate this car.
I hate that anytime I go more than an hour away from home, I have to charge it. That means even a trip to Topeka to see my son requires a charging stop. It’s not for long—maybe 15 minutes—but it’s still a hassle. Sometimes, I wish I could just pull into a gas station and fill up in five minutes. But that’s not my reality anymore.
When I drive to St. Louis, I have to stop and charge in Boonville. Then, once I’m in St. Louis, I have to charge almost every day if I’m moving around town.
Now, granted, charging at home is easy and cheap. I’ve figured out that I drive this car for about two cents per mile—maybe three cents in the winter. Compare that to a gas-powered car, which probably costs around eleven cents per mile. So for city driving, it’s a steal. But highway driving? Not so much.
In St. Louis, I end up spending more on charging than I ever did on gas because fast chargers cost $0.56 per kWh, compared to the $0.12 per kWh I pay at home. That’s part of why traveling to St. Louis feels like such a pain.
Another frustration with these fast chargers? They’ll get me to 80% charge in 30 minutes, but getting to 100% takes another whole hour. Why? I have no idea—but it is what it is.
I do love this car, but honestly, it would make a great second car. Having an ICE (internal combustion engine) vehicle for travel would be nice. But the truth is, I’m a homebody—I probably won’t be traveling much anymore anyway.
One of the best things about this car? No oil changes. Practically no maintenance besides tire rotations and brakes. But when it comes time for new tires, I’ll likely need to buy fiveand rotate through them since my car is all-wheel drive. I recently learned that all the tires need to have the same tread wear—so having a spare in the rotation makes sense. It’s an interesting factoid… but also an expensive one. And because this car is so heavy, I’ll have to replace tires more often.
Am I keeping this car? Absolutely. It may be a hassle, but I’m going to make it work—because I love it. One of these days, I’ll make a list of all the amazing features it has, because honestly? This car drives better than I do. And I’m humble enough to admit that!
2/21/25 Mmmmm Yeah
Next time I see you, I’m going to make sure of one thing—you’re left breathless.
I’ll walk in wearing my slinky lingerie, sliding between your open legs, and finding that thick, rock-hard cock of yours. First, I’ll tease you—licking up and down, circling the tip, taking my time right where I know you love it most. Then, I’ll move lower, tasting you, sucking your balls just enough to make you shiver inside.
When I have you right on the edge, I’ll climb on top, grinding against you slow and deep, setting the rhythm. But you know we won’t stay slow for long.
Soon, you’ll flip me over, taking control like you love to do. You’ll take me from behind, then press me flat, stretching me out beneath you. And you—so big, so perfect—will fuck me just the way I need.
And when you finally let go, filling me up, I’ll turn over beneath you, pulling you down for long, slow kisses. I’ll run my fingers over your back, tracing your skin, loving every inch of you with my hands, my lips, my tongue.
I love you so much, I’d even do a car date with you.
Have a great day, baby!!
2/9/25 – The Week From Hell
It started on Monday when I was supposed to leave for St. Louis for the entire week. I locked my keys in my electric vehicle—with the car running—and had to call AAA. About 15 minutes later, I suddenly remembered that I had a key code to unlock the door. Thankfully, I had written it down in last year’s schedule book. Crisis averted.
Then came the drive. I somehow ended up on a one-hour detour down dirt roads, stuck behind 18-wheelers, just waiting for one to tip over in front of me. When I finally got through, I saw two semis sprawled across the highway on their sides, cargo scattered everywhere. It was a mess—absolutely horrible.
I made it to Boonville to charge my car, only to find the charger wouldn’t work. Turns out, when I got a new debit card, I forgot to update the payment info for the charging networks. Thankfully, there was another charger in town that worked, but the frustration was piling up.
By midweek, things weren’t much better. I had eight cancellations in three days. If you know me, you know I do not handle cancellations well—especially eight of them. By that point, I was pretty fed up.
Then, Friday morning, I woke up to no hot water in the entire hotel. No refund, no apology, nothing. So, I packed up and switched hotels, canceling everyone for the day. The new place wasn’t much better—the water was warm but definitely not hot. At this point, I was beyond done.
The one bright spot? I had a wonderful weekend with a really good friend, which helped salvage things a bit. But along the way, I made a decision: I’m never traveling again. I’m just done. I don’t force myself to do things I really don’t want to do, and this is one of them. Between the stress and the expenses, I probably made less this week than I would have staying in Kansas City. Some of that was my fault—maybe most of it—but the lesson is clear: traveling for work just isn’t worth it. Live and learn.
And then… the Super Bowl.
2/5/25 Anxious Escort
Maybe this will resonate with some of you, but I definitely suffer from anxiety. As an escort, that can be a real liability because I’m constantly meeting new people and stepping into “unfamiliar situations” – things that naturally make me anxious. I know I’ve talked about depression before, but anxiety is something that developed later in my life. It can be just as debilitating, but it’s usually shorter-lived. And, thankfully, certain medications can really help.
I just wish I didn’t have it. I’m still figuring out what triggers it. I know that seeing too many people in a day can set it off, so I try to avoid overbooking myself. Overthinking things can also send me spiraling, so I write things down to get them out of my head and onto paper. As you may well know.
One thing I’ve learned is that if you suffer from anxiety, I’ll probably recognize it in you because I see the same signs in myself. And let’s be honest. Meeting someone new can be nerve-wracking, even when you’re looking forward to it. That leads me to my last thought: excitement and nervousness are two sides of the same coin. They feel almost identical, but one carries a positive charge while the other feels negative. I try to reframe my nerves as excitement, to shift my perspective in a way that serves me. It doesn’t always work, but I try.
I guess this is just another foible of mine.
1/30/25 Understanding Sexual Addiction
Sexual addiction isn’t just a high sex drive—it’s compulsive sexual behavior that feels out of control, often leading to distress, damaged relationships, and neglect of responsibilities.
Signs of Sexual Addiction
• Repeatedly failing to control sexual urges
• Using sex as an escape from stress or emotional pain
• Feeling guilt or shame after acting on urges
• Engaging in risky behavior despite consequences
• Neglecting personal, work, or social responsibilities due to sexual preoccupation
Is It Really an Addiction?
While debated, sexual addiction shares similarities with substance addiction, especially in how the brain processes pleasure and reward. It’s not about morality but about compulsive behavior that disrupts life.
Breaking the Shame Cycle
Shame often keeps people stuck. Society promotes sex yet judges those who struggle with it. Seeking help—through therapy or support groups—can break the cycle and lead to healthier coping mechanisms.
Sexual addiction isn’t hopeless. With the right support, change is possible. Recognizing the problem is the first step toward a more balanced, fulfilling life.
1/22/25 People Do Change
I used to believe that people didn’t change. I couldn’t even pinpoint anything about myself that had changed, so I was convinced that transformation was a myth. And then—I became an escort.
What a change that was.
I grew up with money, in a good family, the kind that would never understand why I do what I do. And I don’t blame them. Before I made this choice, I wouldn’t have understood it either. But I did make the choice, and I’ve never looked back—not really. I like what I do. I’m good at what I do. I make a lot of money doing it. And if you had told me years ago that I’d be here, I never would have believed you. So to say that people don’t change? That’s a complete misnomer.
For a long stretch of my life, I didn’t even enjoy sex. I barely had it. At 30, I was prescribed 200 mg of Zoloft, a strong SSRI antidepressant. And back in 1991, SSRIs wiped out your libido. Maybe some don’t now, but I doubt it. So, I didn’t want sex. I had just enough to secure my place in my marriage, and then I stopped.
I feel bad about that—for him, for me. A lot of women use sex as a tool, and I did, too. I’m not proud of it, but it was what it was. My ex and I barely touched each other except to procreate, and looking back, that was a deeply sad chapter of my life.
Fast forward to 2007. I was taken off antidepressants, and my libido came roaring back. And unlike many women, menopause didn’t take it away. That was a stroke of luck. My relationship with sex changed long before I started escorting in 2015, but even then, I never could have imagined this would be my path. And yet, here I am. People do change.
Another transformation? My weight. It wasn’t just physical—it took me a long time to mentally catch up to my new body. For the most part, I embrace it. But I’ve paid a price. These days, I never know for certain if my stomach will feel okay. That was never an issue before, but now it’s a daily uncertainty. Not a dealbreaker, just a reality.
And then there’s the biggest shift of all: who I am as a person.
Last year, I decided to turn over a new leaf. And I believe anyone can do this at any point in life—if the desire is strong enough. Mine was. I got sick of the way I was treating people. I wanted to be better. I truly believe that what goes around comes around, and I made a conscious choice to change.
And here’s the remarkable thing: all these changes—some chosen, some unexpected—have led me to where I am now. And where I am is a very good place.
I don’t have much to complain about these days. And that, in itself, is something to be grateful for.
1/19/25 Raising the Bar: How I Redefine Connection in an Industry Built on Distance
Not every man is looking for the kind of experience I offer, and that’s okay. Some prefer a simple, no-frills encounter, and there’s nothing wrong with that. But for those who want something deeper—something real—this is how I redefine what connection can be.
Most men who see an escort don’t expect to connect. They don’t expect warmth. They don’t expect to feel anything beyond the surface.
And that, right there, is where I change everything.
I don’t just provide an experience—I create a moment in time that lingers. A moment where a man, maybe for the first time in a long time, feels seen. Feels held. Feels like more than just another transaction.
I raise the bar, and here’s how:
I bring authenticity into every encounter.
A lot of women in this industry treat it like a job—and I get that. They clock in, they do the bare minimum, and they clock out. No kissing, no cuddling, no warmth. Just mechanics.
That’s not me. That’s never been me.
I engage. I listen. I make eye contact that isn’t just for show—I see the man in front of me, and I let him feel that. Because for so many men, real intimacy isn’t something they get at home. It’s not something they even know they’re missing until they feel it again.
I give men permission to be vulnerable.
You’d be amazed at what men will share when they feel safe enough to do so. Stories about their childhood, their marriages, their regrets, their dreams.
Most people don’t ask them real questions. Most people don’t lean in and really listen.
But I do.
And that’s why men come back—not just for the physical experience, but because, for an hour or two, they don’t have to pretend to be someone else. They don’t have to perform. They can just be.
I make intimacy about more than sex.
Let’s be honest—sex is easy. Real intimacy? That’s rare.
I kiss. I touch. I hold. I let moments breathe.
So many men go their entire lives without experiencing that kind of closeness. And when they do? It changes them. Because even if they can’t put it into words, they feelthe difference.
Why does this matter?
Because men aren’t taught how to ask for emotional connection. They’re told to toughen up, to push their feelings down, to never need anyone.
And then they meet me.
And suddenly, for an hour, they’re not just another guy moving through the motions. They’re someone. They’re seen.
And that? That’s why I do what I do. That’s why I’m successful. That’s why I stand apart.
I don’t just provide an experience.
I give men something real.
And that’s what keeps them coming back.
1/13/25 Fuckball
I know you’ve heard of football but have you ever heard of fuckball? It’s basically a scenario where you’re watching the Chiefs and getting fucked doggy style. But there are rules! If the Chiefs score a field goal, he gets a blow job. Touchdowns are worth an orgasm.Doesn’t that sound like fun? What a great idea. It wasn’t my own. It was actually a Saint Louis client of mine. And speaking of which I’m going there February 5-7 and I already have 15 people booked! Go me!
1/1/25 Resolutions
Every year I make New Year’s resolutions and almost every year I don’t really follow through with them. But this past year I found that I had started following through with them, and that makes me want to do more New Year’s resolutions this year to see if these things can also be created by myself. So here goes:
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Meet a man that I will have a wonderful loving relationship with.
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Continue to use my exercycle until it becomes a habit and then continue to use it for the entire year.
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Continue to go to meet ups and Timeleft dinners so that I can get out of the house and meet people.
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Set boundaries with my son and stick to them.
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Continue the prosperity I have found.
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Gain more regular clients.
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Save money every single month.
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Take a self-defense course.