Mom, who became at home, turned to the legs
A series of sex days of new york asks anonymous city residents to record one week in personal sex practice, with comic, tragic, often erotic and necessarily revealing results. This week, a once -rich woman offering her legs to pay bills: 45, straight, getting divorced, uws.
The very first day
5:51 in the morning. The sun is broadcast through the window of my bedroom high above manhattan. I quickly look at my own e -mail. 37 new messages ... It happens that one or two will break. The overwhelming number of them is related to work - i am in the fetish industry. Before that i was married to the richest man. I was a housewife with a mommy, and my wife and took care of my beautiful house (well, the housekeeper did) and organized the social life of my family.
The situation has changed.
I did not have a test of my alimony in a month and a half. Whereas my ex crossed the european union with barbie’s friend in full size, i was an apartment with 2 children trying to make ends meet. After an offensive marriage, almost 7 years in a court of divorce, a dying father and two children, i did not include any proposal to get a place. Even in the case, when i could have, the main thing - and in this i remained magnificent, it was a trophy wife. A photographer’s friend crashed me into the legs of my legs and gave me to fully own information about what price my legs have. After my difficulties with money are sufficiently large, i recalled this ... And began to indulge. Sometimes i will slightly excite - honestly, usually not. This is a profession. Now i am not for all kinds of real intimate issues ...
I click on a promising message: “good morning - i was intrigued by my own questionnaire. However, i have a question: how do many others look? -Harry ”, hoping that i found a detailed advice on my own money, https://feet-zone.com/ i immediately answered.
7:30 in the morning of the children (i have a son, 12, and a daughter, who is seven years old), is dressed and decorated. There are no lunches to pack, because they eat in a conscious private school in riverdale. Now i see whether harry is serious. I send him my way, weight, ethnicity, coloring, size and tell him that i live in the premises of the swiss. I did not know what it comes out so unrealistic. Initially, i was more concerned about shame and fear of strangers in this apartment not only of such annoying issues.
10 in the morning. He will come tomorrow morning.
3:15 pm. Goldfish, carrot sticks and humus in front of my daughter’s ballet class.
7 pm. Mathematics tutor for two children. I explain to the tutor that i will have to pay money next week. (Their work is not the first time when i am behind, and all this will not be the last.)
My former was not so at every moment. At a minimum, i have not seen this. When we met, he seemed a real man, not like boys, but i met them. The russian inkjet setter, which loved true life, made purchases, talked before dawn and spends time with me. He made me look special, unusual and attractive. Everyone interpreted me how much he loves me. I am the brain, in what he really did (and yours still does, to a certain extent).
10 pm. Sleep process - i am exhausted. I make myself double espresso. Rubbing my eyes, i think, shit, did i really agree to see harry today? There is no test from my fucking ex -husband and almost an empty refrigerator. Damn it, you managed to do, girl.
7:45 in the morning. Leave the younger generation in transport. Take a bath, shave to your feet, pemza, until the insects start smooth, like a child behind, moisturizes from my neck to the toes. Spritz of chanel no. 5.
9:55 in the morning. I am sitting on a raft on the eve of harry, representing every likely plot. What if he is who i am in the know? I would just die. No one will believe that a person like me will promote me on craigslist. >
10:02 am. I open the door in order to find harry, an outstanding representative of the stronger sex with silver hair. In what situations he enters my apartment, he will level his cashmere jacket and gives me a stack of twenties. Obviously, he did once in the old days. "How is the list?" He asks, throwing me by surprise. I tell him the main work for the legs ”so confidently. He is massage. Now i am not massage and therefore i do not pretend that i am alone. I'm just trying to find something, because its application does not intend to suck my fingers. Fifty minutes later, i bring the customer to the product and wish him a great day. Easy, like the one! $ 300!
I almost dance almost to whole foods, where i willingly pay $ 69.00 for one large shopping bag with my income.
5 pm. I make chicken fakhitas and a new guacamole with sides of rice and beans. This is the optimal food that was in our company in the near future.
9:30 pm. Home tasks, brushing teeth and kids in intimacy. It’s more to use the time to understand that high -tech on craigslist. I also post more ads more ads.
10:30 p.M. Light out.
The third day
5 in the morning. I wake up even before usual, in order to find another email from harry. He needs to return to see me again. He carries a bag from dean & deluca - breakfast for me. I look at him and understand that he is completely dry; he should have a driver. When i finish with breakfast, harry spends the rest of his hour lying on the floor, and i use my legs to give him a light massage. When his time rises, he stands, hugs me (a little longer and longer than the day before), and then he goes out the door. Ka-ching, ka-ching! $ 300!
9:30 in the morning. I will call two potential customers. One goes for a lunch break. He is very young, but experienced. He https://feet-zone.com brought me shoes - cheap platforms - from el mundo to the model. That's all he wants from me. They look like they cost less than $ 10, but if he wants me to wear them, i will. $ 100!
12:30 p.M. I pass the shoes of marva. He says: "you can save them ... We can use them again next time." My one thought: “oh, cheers; he returns again! "
12:35 pm. Hide the shoes. My daughter is a snub, and she will like these cheap heels.
12:45 pm. Returning to craigslist, scrolling and patrolling for more men with safe fetishes.
6 pm. Visiting the environment. Children and i am below in the lobby, waiting for my ex. They both are nervous and constantly ask me how many hour. My children do not need it. Also me.
6:38 pm. My former is finally pulling up. I tell him that i need alimony or we are returning to court. He calls me a "damn bitch" in front of the children. Shuvmer hears everything. But i blame myself in this situation. I was so damn naive! I thought my husband would take care of me until the end of my life.
8 pm. My daughter calls to say good night and begs me to come and take her. I boil.
8:15 pm. I open a bottle of wine and cry. What will i do next? Will we be all right? How did i ever manage to not only marry a complete narcissist, but also have children with him?
1:32 in the morning. Where my ex-husband is a piranha who chewed my legs with his rows and rows of sharp izhilian teeth. This craigslist thing should be a very temporary situation. I hope that when my assets are not published. Harry wants to see me again. Three days in a row!
9:04 in the morning. Harry arrives at my front door for his usual meeting. $ 300!
10:08 a.M. I earned a thousand dollars in a few days and worked for only four hours (not including the publication of ads and corresponding to potential customers).
10:30 in the morning a deposit in cash so that i can pay bills. I need to save the impulse. I meet new people and feel special. Sometimes i think it's better than dating ...
3:15 p.M. My children returned. My daughter asks why i wear lipstick. I lie. My son tells me that i look especially beautiful today.
4 pm. My daughter has a date, and my son has a football practice. Checking the emails from my iphone, i talk with moms and a hot lonely dad. I wonder if he has fetishes ...
9 pm. I urge the children to sleep early so that i can return to craigslist. Perhaps the weekend is busy than a working week.
The fifth day
Noon, while the children are at school, i see a new client for half an hour. He caresses my legs, remaining completely silent. He refuses to look into my eyes. Very strange. $ 120!
3:30 pm. My daughter and i make cupcakes, her beloved.
6 pm. Children gather in my former weekends. My daughter begs me not to send her. I would like it not to be so.
6:41 pm. My former was late again. He did not even bother to make an excuse. Once again, i say bastard that i need my check to support children. In response, he leaves. I am convinced that i hear my daughter calls me.
7 pm. I finish the last of bordeaux and check my emails. I will be idle and i need to work as much as possible this weekend. To go to gym. Instead, he sucks my fingers and complains about family life. $ 200!
11:33. The second client from connecticut. He told his wife that he had to go to work today in order to take care of something. He wants to kneel for the whole session and call me a mistress. Before leaving, he asks if he can return and clean my toilets for a while. I love this idea. $ 120!
2 hours of the afternoon. My third client gives me a script when he passes through the door. I pray so that i do not spoil my role! We pretend that he has an interview with me, and i catch him, looking at his feet. I can’t believe that men pay shit for this. $ 200!
3:12 pm. I'm exhausted. I make an espresso and a sandwich with tuna. Catnap on my bed.
6 pm. I will exhibit several emails. I am tired of the fact that men answer my ads with photographs of their garbage and think that i am free of charge, because i really like it when strangers suck my fingers.
7:11 pm. I stretched out on the couch when they call me, asking for a meeting. The person on the phone is polite and very respectful. He asks if i can wear dark blue opaque stockings and a skirt. Strange, but i definitely begin to understand that many men have very specific fantasies.
8 pm. When i open the door, i cannot hide my surprise. He stands in front of me in a black suit, a black wide -filled hat, and has a very long dark beard. I have never expected an orthodox jew of hasidic variety as a client!
9:17 pm. I take the longest and hoter shower and go to sleep straight. What a day. I am emotionally and physically exhausted. I pray for my assets to be non -amicable, and for my overdue, insignificant checks to maintain children, so that they magically appear. Harry. He himself tonight and wants to have dinner with me. He becomes an ordinary part of my week and a good friend, even in a short time, when we know each other. I think i'm too tired to work today. I consider my hard money with difficulty.
I will walk and get an avocado toast in le pain quotidien. I feel that i never leave my apartment again.
7:30 p.M. Harry arrives with dinner from nobu, a big arms and a drinking bag. I am so happy to see him. I tell him about the client of last night and my ex -husband of the bastard. Harry is not the same, but he is much closer to him than my ex. I want to be with a person who appreciates me as a person. I want to be in a relationship with someone, who wants to become that we are not me -someone, who does not reveal himself as a self -absorbed narcissus, as my ex, was the best from him after money, drugs, drinking and prostitutes.
8:30 p.M. Wine and sakes both opened. I feel stupefied thanks to harry's bartenders. Harry lifts his body a little closer to mine and playfully pulls me next to him and kisses me on the forehead. He always frivolously massages my hard hand and slowly moves to my shoulder. He rubs and caresses, finding a knot in my shoulder, which he skillfully removes. Then he says: “why don't you let me give you an orgasm? It will distract you from things. ” He continues: “how about giving you a thousand dollars, if i can? I fight about the laying, you could use money. And i know that you will have a good time. I'm very good at this ... "A thousand dollars? I mean, he is right. Of course, i can use money. And when is not an orgasm, not bad? But even if i wanted to, i would be so nervous and excited that i will never have it. Harry would be between my hips until the end of my life, trying to do it. "Well, what do you say?" High. This is definitely not a solution that i when i thought that i would have to take ...
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