Don't Tell My Dad

How hot is it?

Fri, 02 Jun 2006 15:21:44 GMT

It's so hot that in the box under my bed, my cock ring melted into my dildo.

Two great tastes that taste great together.

THE BIG ANNOUNCEMENT!

Fri, 26 May 2006 14:49:44 GMT

This is the letter I sent out to my fan club.

I am SO NERVOUS!

This is it! My official going pro baby steps (since the movies aren't being sold to a publishing house, this is the only symptoms of my legit biz. :D

http://www.pollysplayhouse.net/

It's up! It's up! It's up! It's up! It's up! It's up! It's up!

http://www.pollysplayhouse.net/

The OFFICIAL Polly's Playhouse! The one I have been working for,
waiting for, hoping for, all this time!

http://www.pollysplayhouse.net/

The grand opening is just a little step towards all the greatest hopes
and dreams I have for porn, and you and me, and what we can do!

http://www.pollysplayhouse.net/

The movie will go on sale here! A shop full of merchandise will appear
here! All those beautiful pictures from all of those professional
photoshoots that I have been squirrelling away will finally appear here!

http://www.pollysplayhouse.net/

It's here! It's finally here!

http://www.pollysplayhouse.net/

It is THE BIG DAY!

Wish me luck baby dolls!

Kisses,
Polly!

Bulk Condoms

Sun, 21 May 2006 20:36:29 GMT

I just bought 100 more condoms; they were delivered by mail.

That means I have bought over 500 flavored condoms in the last two years.

Happy Steak And Blow Job Day everyone!

Mon, 20 Mar 2006 16:51:32 GMT

A friend reminded me or I would have forgotten completely! hee!

I really think this was a great idea for a holiday. I just need to find someone to share it with now . . .

Hmmm . . .

Timeshare Polly

Fri, 10 Mar 2006 19:39:02 GMT

I have never found there to be enough of any one man to satisfy all my needs.

So though I seek a Sugar Daddy, I expect him to fail me, and I will have to suplement him.

I also expect it to take a very long time to find one at all, since who can afford to support not only themselves, but another person all together?

So I came up with the idea of a timeshare--

I need FOUR Sugar Daddies, all of them spending the same amount on me (a quarter of what I need and expect) and each of them can request my time at liberty on a first come first serve basis (with only bribes and preferential treatment standing in their way. ;)

Now how do I make that work for me!

Why I Was An Escort and Not A Wife

Wed, 08 Mar 2006 18:33:10 GMT

This was an essay I came damned close to posting in my Yahoo group. I don't keep a blog there, more like one person pen pals. (I write letters aimed at them, they read them, compliment me on writing them, but never respond.)

I am having a problem with men who think that now that I have stopped escorting I should continue to see them for free. Men who apply to be a full time sugar daddy, but get it in their heads that it has no expenses. And I have always had a problem with men who would come to me as an escort, and feel that they should be allowed to have extra time, or even come whenever they want, always for free.

As if somehow, this is so much fun, it should all change. And better, I should have to make a sacrifice, and they should reap all the benefits! Like somehow they are manly enough to pay all my bills by just running their dicks through the credit card reader.

Suffice to say, I didn't post it.

But I had to get it out of my head, so this is where it went.

Society tells us that sex is the most valuable thing a woman has to
offer. That she should hold and cherish it until she finds someone
worthy of it.

She gets a wedding ring and the promise of financial support for
herself and her children, and he gets to fight for sex as often as he
can convince her.

If, as a woman, you state clearly and directly that a lifetime
commitment is not a necessity, but in fact a small donation would
surely cover your time, men get defensive, saying sex isn't something
they should have to pay for--that it would have had more meaning than
just money.

But the majority of men are very put off if you don't put out after
they go to all the trouble of buying you a nice meal.

I guess it's okay to seduce a woman out of her precious treasure, so
long as she doesn't tell you what it cost.

I'm sorry if I sound bitter boys . . . but I just want what I want. I
want a nice man to take care of me, and know that I enjoy taking care
of him in return. We can leave our real lives behind and just be . .
. just connect. And know without fear that we are both very sure of
what we are getting out of it without any hang ups or commitments we
both know we can't come through on.

You each know that you won't give up what you have--be it a life, a
family, a job, a location, or just a hope for those things in the
future, just to be with me and live life the way I want to. But to
expect me to put my whole life on hold without any compensation, so
you don't have to think that sex is somehow less rather than more
valuable to me . . . well, it hurt my feelings.

Feel free to tell me if I sound bitter. I don't feel bitter. I am
feeling . . . disillusioned. I had dreams about being the kind of
woman a man dreams about having: a sexual appetite all my own. A
need to try new things, explore fantasy lives like they were real, and
still allow enough room to be a respectable and upstanding citizen in
their own right. A real honest no strings attached kind of love--not
the kind that involves "accidental" pregnancies, and hints about
leaving your wife and children. I don't respect those women.

I respect myself. I thought honesty was going to be my virtue.

Welcome to my NEW LIFE! Porn Porn Porn!

Tue, 10 Jan 2006 04:39:53 GMT

PORN!

Oh making porn is so much more fun than I was worried it would be!

I mean, of course I have been having my picture taken for a while now. But printed film is different. I can acted as embarrassed and humiliated as I really feel right up until the camera flashes with those. With this--I had to hide my embarrassment and just go for it!

The saving grace was my partner James. James is a professional in his own right, and he was generous enough to volunteer to join me.

It was SO hot. I mean . . . I promised my boys I wouldn't be faking anything in these movies, but it turned out to be SO easy.

The director kept cutting, telling us when to start again, and demanding we re-arrange our positions RIGHT in the middle of things.

And I just--I couldn't! Over and over again she would stop me RIGHT as things were feeling really good, and I just . .. I couldn't stop! I would go right on fucking him, and wave the camera woman away. Ha!

It was so much fun!

I know that there are going to be times in the middle of this film that the camera caught me smirking or chuckling or even drooling over my partner, but it really was fun!

He was so damend cute. And I was so aroused just knowing I was going to get to finally play with him.

No matter what happens with this movie, I am THRILLED it was fun. I will always remember my first time you know. ;)

And I have to out him--he picked the PERFECT porn name.

Bob From Accounting. Could you die?

I will leave editting in the hands of the professionals, and sales will happen some time in the future.

The only thing left to do is name the film.

I am leaning towards The Punishment of Polly, since it has S&M flavor and bondage. But any suggestions would be welcome. :D

Prostitution Humor

Fri, 30 Dec 2005 22:43:16 GMT

A man is driving down a deserted stretch of highway when he notices a
sign out of the corner of his eye....It reads:

SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION

10 MILES

He thinks this is a figment of his imagination and drives on without second thought....

Soon he sees another sign which reads:

SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION

5 MILES

Suddenly he begins to realize that these signs are for real and
drives past a third sign saying:

SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION

NEXT RIGHT

His curiosity gets the best of him and he pulls into the drive. On the
far side of the parking lot is a stone building with a small sign next to the door reading:

SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS

He climbs the steps and rings the bell. The door is answered by a nun in a long black habit who asks, "What may we do for you my son?"

He answers, "I saw your signs along the highway and was interested in possibly doing business...."

"Very well my son. Please follow me." He is led through many winding passages and is soon quite disoriented. The nun stops at a closed door and tells the man, "Please knock on this door."

He does so and another nun in a long habit, holding a tin cup answers the door. This nun instructs, "Please place $100 in the cup then go through the large wooden door at the end of the hallway."

He puts $100 in the cup, eagerly trots down the hall and slips through the door pulling it shut behind him. The door locks, and he finds himself back in the parking lot facing another sign:

GO IN PEACE.

YOU HAVE JUST BEEN SCREWED BY THE SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS.

SERVES YOU RIGHT, YOU SINNER.

Sons of bitches

Fri, 16 Dec 2005 01:56:24 GMT

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/10473309/

FRIENDS ONLY

Wed, 16 Nov 2005 19:41:31 GMT

Because I am tired. . .

Because I got nervous. . .

And because people are likely to believe what they read, even if the cover says FICTION. . .

This Journal is now FRIENDS ONLY.

Thank you.