The Lord Is My Paycheck

I grit my teeth every time a bill from a particular company crosses my desk. They tout themselves as “A Christian Repair Service” and their invoices have a crucifix on them. *shudder* Admittedly, I am slightly amused that they’ve accidentally worded it so that it implies Xians need fixing, but while your spiritual beliefs may govern your thoughts and actions, I strongly feel Business and Religion should be kept separate… I’ve never understood the compulsion to mix the two so incredibly publicly.

I may be an Atheist, but honestly, I would cringe every bit as much if I saw a bill from a company labeling themselves as “Atheist Owned And Operated.” (There’s a time and place for everything! Spirituality is a private thing!) I’m actually shocked that any mention of being a “faith based” company is legal; that seems to teeter on the brink of being discriminatory.

I find using God for marketing purposes to be distasteful, inappropriate, and, well, kind of slimy and creepy. The church is a wide social network and the opportunity for word of mouth through church functions seems like it would be sufficient enough to draw a significant amount of customers without plastering so much what is, essentially, overt propaganda elsewhere.

It seems like such an odd thing to do. It does nothing to promote the idea that their goods or services are somehow better in quality (because they are “blessed,” haha); it sort of gives off a condescending vibe to me. I mean, ones religion does not imply they are more professional or more experienced than those of another. It’s completely irrelevant in that respect! It is not an accurate indicator of ethical business practices. In fact, to some, it is off-putting, suggesting exactly the opposite and deters patronage. (And the erroneous assumptions/broad generalizations go both ways. Both “sides” are guilty of making them. You can thank the antics of figures such as Marilyn Manson, Ozzy Osborne, Jim Baker and Jimmy Swaggart alike for drawing attention to the negatives and/or extremes.)

I am so adamant about religion not belonging in the workplace that I was one of several employees who quit when the corporation was purchased by owners who added “John 3:16″ to the signs, began hosting morning prayer meetings at the office and instituted religious t-shirt Fridays. The vigils and clothing were not mandatory, but if you didn’t participate, you were told you were not being a team player. Luckily, the conflicting bus schedule got me out of attending, but when I wore a top with an Ankh on it, I was sent home and ordered to change out of my “Satanic attire,” that was the last straw. I secured another job, with their competitor, that very afternoon. It is a shame I felt compelled to do so, but to me, “freedom of religion” also means freedom from it. If I want a God, I know where to start looking; it should not be on my desk. :P

Edited: July 28th, 2009

Site Stats July “09

I check my website statistics mostly out of curiosity. Every once in a while, I like to share them. Maybe other webmasters will find it interesting or helpful. Feel free to comment and share some of yours!

***

Browser: over 80% of my visitors use Internet Explorer. Surprisingly, Netscape is the next most used at 12%. Firefox is only slightly above 6%. The others are only a fraction of a percent. This makes me sad. Before I started using Wordpress, I used to focus on cross-browser compatibility. It was frustrating, especially when coding by hand in notepad, but I know I learned a lot that way. I feel like I’ve been lured out of the loop by convenience. By today’s design standards, I would suck.

OS: Almost 90% of my visitors use Windows… XP, 98 and NT- in that order, but Vista is only a fraction of a percent. Oddly enough, the next most popular operating system among them is “unknown.” In the list of unknowns, many appear to be mobile users. (The future of the web?) Mac users account for less than one percent. There are even some Playstation and Wii visitors. Neat!

Countries: Most viewers are from the US, France, Canada, Netherlands, China, Germany, Great Britain, South Korea and Russia. I know my geography, but there is one country I did not recognize- Brunei Darussalam, which Google indicates is in Southeast Asia, on the Island of Borneo. Wow.

Referrers: Most of my hits come from Steph The Geek’s, Adorable Audrey’s and Sybil Hawthorne’s sites. All girls I love, so this pleases me. I really don’t see anything that shouldn’t be there or that alarms me…. no unauthorized hotlinks or government agencies, as I might have a few years ago.

Search Key Phrases: They are telling this month, with most being foot fetish related :) Many people, apparently, also want to know “does faiuruza balk wear thongs?” If you can confirm that, please let me know, haha! Several visitors were also looking for “sexy navajo chicks,” but unfortunately did not find any on my site. :P Some were also hoping to find former Camwhores Selvios and Verotika. Sorry! Those wanting Juicy Little Fat Grl, did find a link to her though! :)

Pages: My rss feed and webcam pages are the most popular, as expected. A lot of people look into contacting me, but don’t. Understandable given that I rarely use instant messengers or chat and I can be slow to respond to emails when I don’t know what to say.

***

I guess I am a nerd, because I find this data absolutely fascinating. It excites me. It makes me speculate. It makes me want to create. It makes me want to be more active and update more often. I probably should not be looking at it, heh!

Edited: July 25th, 2009

Foot-fic

I literally just wrote this short erotic story. Might not be everyone’s cup o’ tea, but I had to share :)

 ****

Wouldn’t it be absolutely delicious torture if you had a foot fetish and you were a nail tech… not only working around barefoot women all day, but having to intimately touch their feet? Would you have to excuse yourself to the bathroom to jerk off several times a day, do it on your lunch break, or would you wait until you got home to replay the day in your mind?

I get pedicures regularly, twice a month, at the same shop. The employees are nice, they do good work, the prices are competitive and it is a clean and soothing environment. I find my mind wandering a lot while I’m reclining in the vibrating chair being serviced. Sometimes I am comfortable enough that I get turned on and when that happens, I often fantasize about this scenario: I’m the last appointment of the day. The other techs have left, dimming the lights, turning the sign off, and locking the door. Mine promises to finish cleaning up and shutting down after he’s done with my pedicure. It’s quiet, save soft muzak, and I feel very relaxed. All of techs at this particular establishment are beautiful, Asian, with almost delicate features. I like to look at them, especially this one. I’m glancing through a magazine, occasionally peeking at him through my lashes. I can’t help but think there’s a sort of focus and tension about him and that has me curious. I’m not afraid to be alone with him at all, but I wonder why he’s a million miles away and what he is thinking about.

When he gets up to fetch the hot towels, I notice he has an erection. For a fleeting moment, I wonder if he’s seen up my dress from his low seat or something, but I remember I have on capri tights, so there’s really nothing to see there. I sigh blissfully when he wraps the steaming towels around my calves. As he returns to rubbing my soles, I feel how slow and deliberate his movements are; the pad of his thumb is actually more caressing than just massaging. That’s when it hits me. Maybe it is something in his eyes or the way the tip of his tongue slips out absently wetting his lips that gives it away, but I know, at that moment, that he is getting excited by my feet. I have to admit, the idea of that makes my clit twitch deeply and I can feel that my pussy is wet.

I ponder what to do next. I would love to play with him a little bit. Is there a subtle way to let him know that, to encourage him? He strikes me as the shy, sensitive type and I know I tend to be pretty blunt sometimes. I don’t want to embarrass him or scare him. I inquire, conversationally, “Doesn’t this drive you crazy?” He pauses massaging for a beat and looks up at me wide eyed and stutters, “d-doesn’t what?” Hmm. It’s going to be hard to skirt around it since I expected to put at ease enough that his answer to be a confessing whisper of yes. I have to gently let him know that I know his secret and that it’s okay. I casually continue, “working around pretty feet all day…” He still has a cautious expression and looks away quickly before hesitantly replying, “Yeah…”  He trailed off like he wanted to say more. I watched his adams apple bob as he swallowed nervously. Now he’s clearly avoiding my gaze and deliberately trying not to look at my feet either. I can’t see his crotch from this angle, but I just know he’s rock hard right now. His left hands darts out to fiddle unnecessarily with the bottles of polish on his cart. He needs a little push, I decide.

I purred seductively, “Mmm, that feels so good” as I arch my back slightly and nudged my foot closer to him. “Now if you only offered a toe sucking service, I’d be in heaven,” I laughed playfully. The air has an electricity to it as I anticipate his response to THAT. “You… like to have your toes sucked…?” he murmurs uncertainly. “Oh, god, yes, licked, sucked, massaged, the whole bit.” As I catch the corners of his mouth starting to turn up, I add conspiratorially and almost apologetically, “Sorry, but it’s almost sexual to me.” His smile has turned into a grin. “Oh, yeah, for me too, for me too,” he nods enthusiastically. Finally! He is coming out of his shell! He looks visibly relieved.

Here goes nothing, I think and blurt out, “You can do that… If you want, I mean.” He bites his lip for a fraction of a second before clarifying, “suck them?” “You don’t _have_ to or anything…” I shrug. There’s no hesitation now. He’s probably so turned on he can’t help himself any longer and that turns me on. He places a palm under my heel and slides his index finger between my big toe and his thumb around the outside, capturing it with his fingers before capturing it with his lips. I marvel at how soft his lips are and how hot his tongue feels s he tantalizes the rest of my toes with his mouth. The surrounding cool air teases my moist foot and I feel that surge between my legs again. I cannot keep a small moan from escaping and I shift even nearer to him. That definitely excites him and any last shred of bashfulness disappears and he begins voraciously licking up and down my soles, occasionally suckling at my arches. I can feel his warm breath getting faster. My hands involuntarily drop from the arms of the chair, into my lap and I deftly stroke my pussy though my clothes. He sees this and begins to touch himself through his pants. “Take it out,” I whisper as he glances up at me, “take out your cock.”

And he does, immediately. I’m actually shocked at how erect he is. His cock is stiffly standing straight out. He circles his thumb and index finger around it as far as he can, just below the head, to masturbate himself while he feverishly stuffs every single one of my toes into his mouth. Watching him completely fill and stretch his thirsty mouth with nearly my entire foot is quite possibly the sexiest thing I have ever seen and definitely the most erotic sensation I’ve ever felt. It puts me right on the edge, but I don’t want to cum yet. Not like this. And this is not how I want him to cum either, I realize. He’s probably pretty close too. I’m almost breathless when I tell him, “I want you to fuck my feet.” He responds with a sound that is pure animal lust and I very nearly orgasm right then from hearing it. I have to abruptly lift my finger from my clit to prevent that from happening. He quickly extracts my foot from his hungry mouth, lifts the other up next to it and pushes his cock through the space between my arches. He bucks his pelvis wildly, watching himself use my silky feet to pleasure his cock.

I am trying desperately to hold off, to time it just right so that we are cumming together. When he slips the head of his dick in the space between my big toe and rubs that oh so sensitive spot of his shaft all over the wrinkled ball of my foot, I know he is about to get off. “Yessss, cum on my pretty toes,” I groan. As his cock spurts hot, sticky streams of cum all over my tiny toes, I feel my tight pussy contract repeatedly. His grunts of satisfaction have my juices positively pumping out of my cunt from somewhere deep within, soaking my panties. I’m shaking. He’s shaking. He grins broadly and laughs breathlessly, plopping back down on his seat. I stretch luxuriously, chuckled and mused, I guess you’d better wash them again.” Still smiling, he agreed.

Edited: July 9th, 2009

Trolling Internet Fetish Communities

I am, what you might call, “candid” about sex or “sexually liberated.” Based on the things I have tried and those I want to try, most people would probably consider me kinky. It comes as no surprise when they find out I’ve been doing internet porn for almost ten years now. And because of my “hobby,” very little shocks or offends me anymore. (Desensitized?) I cater to fetishes and have a lot of them myself… Actually, one of my fetishes is Fetishists, so that’s how and why I’m seeking out related forums/boards.

Lately, I am especially curious about Foot Fetish. Maybe my interest was piqued by Bachelorette contestant Tanner Pope? :D
I’m not completely new to it though. I’ve dabbled in foot photography and videography; I’ve given a footjob and had my toes sucked, but I still don’t feel I’ve explored enough to be truly sated. I suspect being intimate with someone who kisses my feet briefly only in the heat of the moment is very different than playing with someone who is genuinely into foot worship. I definitely want to experience the latter (and I think foot play with me is different that with a lot of other women… namely, because I don’t engage in it just to please my partner, but because it is erotic to me too).

Do *I* have a bonafide foot fetish? That’s a gray area, I think. I’m fascinated about every aspect of this particular fetish… certainly the psychology of it, the actual foot related sex acts themselves and even feet as art. I’m not quite turned on by looking at feet, per se, but I am excited by using my feet to tease and please men and women. The thought of a man getting an erection from eyeing my pretty, painted, pedicured toes exposed by summery sandals or from catching a glimpse of my soft soles and delicate arches as I absently (yet seductively, for him) dangle a high heeled pump… and the thought of me stuffing my pantyhose encased toes into a mans mouth while his cock pounds my pussy… or the idea of a woman rubbing her wet pussy all over my feet… well, these are fantasies that get me very hot.

While you can’t be certain of anything on the web, not everyone with an unusual fantasy is a stalker or a sociopathic or psychopathic killer. Typically, I don’t find most Fetishists creepy at all. I understand them, I guess. I can absolutely empathize with how uncomfortable it can be to explain or indulge what turns you on sexually when it comes to, let’s say, less than open-minded people. I like to draw out their confessions, to be honest. I hope unburdening feels good to them. For me, finding out what makes them tick is as erotic as actually participating in what they describe. Any questions I might ask are out of genuine intrigue, not in order to pass judgment on anyone or to make fun of them! Glory be to the medium that allows people to open up and share!

Still, I feel sort of skeevy joining forums. I’m looking for masturbation fodder like most of the members, but I also hope to connect with someone who “gets me” and can perhaps entice me into trying new things. If you can point me in the right direction to find some kind, friendly feet guys, please do.

Edited: July 4th, 2009

Whatever, whatever, whatever

Work life and home life are crushing me right now. I felt like blogging to forget. Damned if I didn’t stare at the cursor for, well, quite a while. In the interest of frivolity, here’s the banter-y type shit I decided to go ahead with…

- I love tea, especially sun tea. I had a happy accident when I made some over the weekend. I wanted flavoured tea. I had some Peach bags, but only 3 and I usually use at least 6 for sun tea. I tossed in 3 Lipton Brisk bags. A few hours later, I was drinking a concoction better than restaurant quality. It didn’t even need sugar. Dare I try the same with Passion Fruit? Hmm.

- On the recommendation of Jay Holben, This Film Is Not Yet Rated is sitting on my coffeetable, awaiting my attention. I am certifiably addicted to news expose sorts of shows like Frontline, so I think this may be right up my alley. And Jay is film dude extraordinaire, so it’s a leap of faith for me. Don’t fail me now!

- Is Trent Reznor in the movie Underworld? Seriously…

- Also, Moonlight should still be on tv. It won a People’s Choice Award, so it was a no-brainer to keep. And after the success of Twilight… Gah, network execs make me want to spork out my eyeballs.

- I’m trying to read this book about a priest who was killed by cyanide in front of the congregation. It doesn’t require knowledge of the G word to ‘get it’, but I’m still not feelin’ it. I like the cop characters though; they are reoccurring from some of the author’s other books. I guess I was hoping for something a little more sadistic. Oh how that applies to other things at the moment, ha!

- My favourite Michael Jackson son is “Leave Me Alone;” now stop asking! :P

Edited: July 1st, 2009