A voice that would make a bible thumper cream themselves...

Last night when I was online I got a booking for a private from a guy who I swear to god has the sexiest voice I have heard in my lifetime...when I told him that he did, he responded with 'American ladies are usually the ones to tell me that. One of them once said that I could make her cum just by reading passages from the Bible...' Now there's a thought. Personally I've never catagorized the Bible as sexual stimulus...but it takes all sorts I s'pose.

Anyhow, being the girl that is continuously told how sexy she sounds, it was really nice to be the one doing the commenting for a change. And I have to say, his voice certainly did the job..

Chock full of goodness...

The ideas have been flowing over the past few days. I have had inspiration for things i can do on cam to liven things up when it's slow (which, I can tell you is a bit like being a really bored goldfish), and also a great business idea. The only problem with the great business idea is that the one person I REALLY need to tallk to about it should be nicknamed the Scarlett Pimpernel. He disappears, then he pops up when I'd forgotten about him, then he promises to talk to me...and then disappears again. Now, i'm all for a little bit of mystery but this is effing ridiculous. Frankly I can understand that he probably doesn't want to give too much away or whatever but I've reached a stage in my life where I like to be straightforward with people and I expect the same back. This is the whole problem with the internet in many ways. You can only know so much about the people that you meet this way until you meet them in real life, at which point you can work out where the goodness lies and what is bullshit. I'm hoping that he turns out to be goodness rather than bullshit. I'd like to believe that my gut instincts on people are right.

Balancing the corners...

There is a part of me that wishes I could tell everyone what i do as sometimes it gets a bit difficult trying to reconcile the different areas of my life. This was made really apparent yesterday when one of my great friends (who has been absent from my life for the past year due to a slight matter of her emigration to Australia) sent me a text asking what we were doing this evening and I had to send one back telling her that as I am taking the weekend out to spend with her i have to 'work up till friday as I need to make money between now and then'. Now as far as she's concerned I am starting a business which as yet isn't actually making any money yet (this is true) so she's probably now wondering what the fuck I am up to. I think this weekend might be confession time...

There are people in my circle who know all the details...they are the ones I trust implicitly. Emigrated friend who is over on a visit for a month is definitely in amongst those I consider to be trustworthy (and non-judgmental). It all gets more difficult when I have certain other friends who I like but haven't known long enough to include them in this circle and they seem to spend most of their time asking me what it is that I am so bloody busy with when i turn down the offer of the pub for the umpteenth time. I've become a master of evading the question. A life skill that I think might prove very useful if I wanted a career in politics but I'm not sure how great it is as a character trait generally. Then again someone of my intenet acquaintance did say the other day that i should run for prime minister...

From the bedroom/lounge to the great outdoors

A friend is doing a public nudity project (he's a cameraman/director), he wants me to get involved. I also have a photographer who i'm going to be working with for his portfolio and my own profiles. Was thinking that I quite fancy getting naked outside. I'm not a stranger to fucking in the woods, although it's been a while, my last boyfriend claimed to be adventurous in that respect but really really wasn't. Hmmmm...I've just had an idea. I wonder how busy arboretums get at the weekends and what the chances are of getting away with it?

I'm back!

It's been a while since I posted on here, for various reasons, all far too long winded to be worth mentioning. I've had many mini adventures between then and now, people of my acquaintance keep telling me that all this'll make a good book one day....but would i want my parents to read it?

One of my friends is really sniffy about my activities, the rest (or at least the ones who know) are all fascinated by what i choose to do with the time that I am not setting up my new art empire. I got a little drunk with one of them a week ago when she came round for dinner. After 3 bottles of wine we decided that it would be fucking hilarious to log on to one of the sites i work through. Now, I have wanted to fuck her for quite some time but never would have acted on my urges as to my mind friendship is far more important than a potentially friendship severing fumble. One thing led to another and in the end we did actually end up fucking...makes me laugh still that it was in front of 200 people on the internet...and the monster that we created through that means that every time i log on now i get asked where my friend is and when she'll be back for a repeat. All I can say is that I am surprised, and also really happy that we are still talking and everything's fine. And it also means that i've broken my girl drought, which is a very good thing...

Lowering the tone...

I have always classified myself as a sexual adventurer/borderline pervert....but there are some things I just can't get my head around in the sexual arena. When I was online on Wednesday this week and wondering aloud why my room was quiet and was it because I've not been on much recently due to all the other stuff going on in my life when one of the guys who spends a lot of tie chatting to me told me that he thought it may be bacuase some of the other models are going to such extremes in public chat mode. When I asked him what he meant (as we are all familiar with analfistbat and quite a few other girls like her) he said that there was a girl with a dog on cam a week or so ago...!!!! I thought I was going to be sick when he said that. His words were 'now I am all for open-minded but I complained because that really did cross a line'...my response 'I should fucking hope so too buddy'.

I have never been a prude but sexual acts involving anyone be they animal or person who is incapable of communicating, susceptible to intimidation due to age/size etc or under the age of consent are fucking wrong and the fact that the internet makes it easier to view these things without apparent recourse does not make it any less wrong. Girls who chose to lay american footballs...well that's up to them (not my cup of tea frankly, doesn't float my boat in the slightest), girls who abuse animals to make some money - for fuck's sake, who are the sickos who are paying them??????

Drunk and disorderly...

The last week or two of the month are always slow for business for me and yesterday was no exception, so i decided to get a bit pissed to alleviate boredom. The first rule of drinking when on cam...DO expect every smartarse who observes you with a drink in your hand to remark that you seem pissed...even if it's your very first sip of alcohol for 24 hours. Oh, and every guy on a cam site wants you to be drunk cos they think it means that you'll end up so horny that you'll end up shagging the empty wine bottle in public chat out of frustration. Highly amusing to me that there is such a stereotype of drunk girls/women. I for one find that drinking makes me chatty, looselipped and eventually puts me to sleep. It doesn't make me more horny. The times when I've had drunken one night stands in my life it's been because I was drunk enough to not not have a reason not to and whichever guy was aiming at me was essentially taking advantage of my laid back nature rather than my deepseated need to tear his underwear off with my teeth.

The thing is I'm pretty unihibited anyway...so i don't need drunkeness as an excuse to fuck someone. The drunken lay will usually find with me that as soon as i'm sober enough to see them properly they get kicked out unceremoniously without being asked for name or contact details. And i resolve that drunk sex is disappointing and invariably pointless. Grand passion doesn't happen after a bottle of wine for me. It's when I'm totally present in the moment with a clear head...maybe a line of coke if it's around but no need for mood enhancers generally.

Crash bang wallop

Dear Diary,

Last week I split up with my boyfriend of two years and it hurts like hell. Not only that but it has pre-empted me being psetered out of my existance by stalkerish self -proclaimed 'nice guys' when I'm online who seem to think that all i really need to sort my self out is their cock/tongue/unwanted attention when not on cam (via msn) and have policies of not spending any money on cam sites...but seem to think they are gods gift to women and that I must be wetting my knickers in anticipation of the thought of meeting up with them for a sordid motel fuck.

Now I find the fact that there are so many men who can't separate fantasy from reality really fucking ODD. I wouldn't meet a stranger from the internet for a fuck because it's DANGEROUS. and when you're talking to someone online you have no idea of their personal hygiene, real identity or sexual history/possible plethora of diseases carried. So why would any sane woman in her right mind be expected to be flattered by this bullshit?

The beauty of what I do is i get all the fun and none of the risk...supposedly. I'm not a callgirl. I am the queen of disassociation...whilst managing to be personal. Like a very friendly stripper with a strict no touching policy. It's all played out in your head and mine. And no risk to anyone. Simple. Beautiful. Enjoyable...or would be if the silly dicks out there who can't get to grips with the disassociation would just take that step and try and understand.

In my very real life I have an ex boyfriend who I adore and can't be with because it just doesn't work even though we love each other. And a nice situation with someone who inspires me greatly but we have no tie to each other, just a great deal of like and understanding. And I'm happy with that for now.

Watchout for the downpour

I have just spent the last hour researching 'how to make yourself squirt' articles on the internet as I get asked on an almost hourly basis if i can when i have my camera on. I thought I'd finish with a practice session to test the theory and whether it is sound....and had a very intense and extremely gushy orgasm. Practice makes perfect as they say...so before i unveil my new found 'skill' I might have to give it a go a few more times.

The only downside i can see is that I'm going to be washing my sheets a lot more often and might have to stock up on new towels...

Right...back to the coalface ;)

Buy British...

Everytime I log on to my cam I end up having conversations with guys (and girls) who tell me that it's really good to find a brit doing what I'm doing, as well as telling me that they think we Uk girls are the sexiest, most down to earth and easiest to get along with.

If this is the case, why are the biggest earners all from eastern europe? (on both the site i'm working through and every other site I could care to mention). The girl currently sitting on the top spot is from Bucharest, 19, extremely pretty and about as animated as a sloth with a bad case of the flu. She looks like she even bores herself when she's online. And gets tips thrown at her by desperate paedo-types who all hope that theirs will be the winning one which will get her clothes off (sad fools, she's playing them all...as anyone with half a brain can see)

If you are british and agree with the sentiment that we UK nationals really are the sexiest etc....put your money where your mouth is and buy british!!!!!!

Shagged Out....

....soooooooo tired. Just keeping up with all the guys from MFC who want to message me all the time is taking it's toll today. Love my job but I NEED SLEEP.

Painted Lady

Yesterday was Naked Friday (a weekly occurance in the world of Kittycatpurr). It was also the day that I decided to give my biggest dildo it's first public 'outing' (or should that be inning????)

What I didn't plan on before i turned my cam on was to turn myself into a grafitti wall, selling the chance to have the names of visitors to my room painted on to various different bits of my body. By the end of the day I was so covered in watercolour paint that even a thorough scrubbing with two kettles worth of water and a whole load of Dove bodywash couldn't get all the green paint off my pussy....or underneath my breasts. Can honestly say that I haven't that much fun on a friday in...well...EVER. All topped off with a rather enormous (and very loud) orgasm.

M has said that our friend K (one of the trusted few who knows about my 'secret life' hahaha) really wants to get his airbursh out and paint me up with uv paint for work one day if I'm up for it. He's an amazing artist and I have to say that I'm definitely keen. The only downside is that I will have to make damn sure that he stays off camera because of site rules. Could be interesting....

Warning...masturbatis interruptus!

Logged on to my cam earlier than i ever usually do today, probably something to do with the fact that i was awake before 7 am (unheard of for me). And yes, I had been to bed before. Several hours in and finally at my target total to start getting a bit friendly with myself I whipped out my favourite vibrator and got down to business when the server crashed me out of the system. Now, there is nothing that puts me off my stride more than having to have a fit at my laptop and then write a pissy email to the sites tech guys to tell them to sort out the software bugs that have been plaguing me all day today. Talk about thwarted. When i logged back in, it was only a couple of minutes before it happened again...and again and again. One of the guys in my room helpfully pointed out that 'your laptop obviously doesn't want you to cum today'. Ha bloody ha.

In the end i gave up on the whole thing after one orgasm cos nothing was co-operating and it was all rather winding me up.

Oh, and I am now no longer 'never penetrated in public chat'. Couldn't resist the lure of my rabbit today and broke my own number one rule. Oh well. It'll be cucumbers at dawn next....

Trashy tuesday is a bust....

Had all the best intentions in the world of working my ass off today (pardon the pun), but have been stopped in my tracks by the fact that I have been feeling like a miserabilist since M dropped me off at home this morning after I stayed the night at his new flat last night.

I think it's the fact that having spent 2 years living together it feels really weird having the house to myself again. It's good to have the space, and god only knows he was getting fed up of me shoving him out of bed so that i could put my camera on in the morning, but I miss having all his crap scattered around the place.

Had a really good chat with one of my friends from the site that i work through...turns out that his wife found some messages we'd sent to each other on his laptop and jumped to the entirely wrong conclusion that we've been having an affair. He asked her if she fancies metting me cos i've been looking for a girl to have some fun with...well, i think the words lead and balloon could be used here. I told him that she should meet me cos I'll change her mind...hahahahaha. Anyhow I haven't inadvertently wrecked their marriage which I am very glad about. Last thing I want to do, fuck up other people's relationships. I have enough to think about with my own most of the time. Am i the only girl in the world who gets the difference between love and sex??? Surely I'm not the only one who has such a slack attitude towards porn and can see that wanking doesn't constitute cheating??

Answers on a postcard please.....

There aint nothing going on but the rent

In the words of Gwen Guthrie "boy, what can you do for me? That's why I'm asking you, if your pockets are empty?"

I am puzzled by the men that exist in the world who get cam sites and dating sites confused. There are plenty of them.

I was asked by a certain french guy if i wanted to play. My answer 'pourquoi pas?' Little did i think that he would then start bugging me for my msn and acting as though we were about to have a secret affair (and no mention of a tip or a private chat along the way). I mean....GET A GRIP!

I have a boyfriend. When I am on camera it's all very good fun for everyone concerned but ultimately I am earning cash to pay the bills. Or would be if the self delusionists out there would stop bugging me long enough to let me get on with it.

Faster pussycat, Kill! Kill!

So here I am embarking on my first adventure into the world of blogging, just for the hell of it. I guess I could say that my inspiration is the infamous Belle de Jour, although my path differs slightly from hers in that I am purely a 'cam whore' rather than a working girl (and i have no intention of crossing over into the more traditional side of the sex trade).

I just thought that it might be fun to put my experiences down on paper (well....screen....), and if anyone happens upon this whilst they're browsing they might possibly glean a useful insight into the mind of a girl who has chosen to take a slightly novel approach to, ahemm...money making whilst having fun.

You may wonder why I chose to start camming for a living. It was a recent decision, based on the fact that i was fed up with working for (largely moronic) bosses, doing hours that didn't suit and I also happen to have a VERY healthy sex drive...something which my poor boyfriend is at turns delighted and horrified by, depending on his own mood. Luckily for us both we have a very honest relationship and he doesn't have a problem with what i have chosen to, for the moment, do for a living. No on else in my social circle knows about my secret career apart from two highly trusted and very open-minded friends.

One thing i will say since I started all this....i have discovered a few new and useful things about myself. Namely that i am a complete exhibitionist and it comes very naturally to me, and also that I get no kick out of humiliating guys. I'd make a rubbish dominatrix...even though i sound the part.