Excuse the snapshot-y quality of the photos; I find the photographers in my area to be a bit creepy, so I’ve been relying on girlfriends & wine for all my photography needs. Still, wine and girlfriends rarely disappoint…
Yay, new question!! Well, semi-new, because it came in like 2 weeks ago and I’m just now getting to it. This one’s a little different from most of the others–today I’m going to answer a couple questions not from a client, but from a woman who is considering working as an escort in New Orleans.
My name’s [redacted], and I’m trying to figure out how to break into the escorting business in the way that feels most right. I started by looking up “escort agencies in Nola” and, while I heard back immediately from one, when it came time to call them, I just couldn’t silence this little voice inside saying there is a better way, and a smarter way, for me to go about this. I started searching online for someone, anyone, that I could reach out to who’s in the business, in New Orleans, doing it independently, and who seemed, well, “real.” You’re the first one.
First of all, thank you for being genuine and being classy. My online searching experience with this business so far has left me a little grossed out. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all about getting nasty in the bedroom if it fits the mood and energy of the moment; I mean “grossed out” by way of the rampant tackiness, sloppiness, and lack of genuineness I see all over the place. So thank you SO MUCH for putting so much time and effort into your website and image. Your personality really shines through and it’s a massive breath of fresh air.
Sorry, I’m trying to keep this as short as I can. I have two questions:
- When a client gives you their employer’s phone number for reference, what do you say in that call? Is it just a simple “could you direct me to [client’s name] please?” And if/when they do, then you just give a quick “thanks” and hang up? Or is there a different way you like to handle it?
Also, how often do clients even give their employer’s phone number for their reference? Just curious.
- This question I’m pretty nervous to ask you, because I don’t want to come off as being rude or disrespectful. So feel free to decline answering! But do you make, financially, a really good living doing escorting in New Orleans? It’s just that I have no idea how lucrative the business is in Nola as opposed to other U.S. cities.
I’m wondering if I’d be better off moving somewhere with a larger population like Chicago or Boston, but it’d probably be best to get a feel for how I’d do in New Orleans first. It is the nearest large city to me and I plan on moving to a new location in the country anyway. What did the income from escorting sort of look like when you first started out? And has that income grown since?
Apologies for the length; and thanks so very much for your time! You are profoundly appreciated!
OK first of all, thanks so much for the compliments. I’m blushing ;)
One of the great things about this business is that there’s something for everyone. No matter what a client is into, if it’s a decent-sized city, they’ll probably be able to find a provider who is offering that type of experience. BBW? We got that. GFE? Yep. Porn Star experience? Check. Intimacy on a cerebral and physical level? Got it. College co-ed type? MILF? Amazon woman? Dominatrix? Bimbo fetish? Submissive? Extra-kinky? Trans girl? Latina/Black/White/East Asian/South Asian/Pacific Islander/Carribean/European/etc.? They’re all out there if you look.
And not everyone is concerned with projecting a “classy” image or coming off as “genuine.” In fact, some like their women just a tad on the “trashy” side (sorry, I had to). Lots of providers actually prefer that clients never see their “real-life” personality. And that’s cool. Not all clients are looking for that. Mine, however, usually are, and that’s why they’re drawn to me.
OK, so on to your actual questions:
When a client gives you their employer’s phone number for reference, what do you say in that call? Is it just a simple “could you direct me to [client’s name] please?” And if/when they do, then you just give a quick “thanks” and hang up? Or is there a different way you like to handle it?
Screening via Employment Verification by Phone
Ugh. I really, really hate screening via phone, and I do everything in my power to avoid it and screen via email/internet instead. Realistically, I know the receptionist isn’t going to hear my voice and immediately launch into a tirade:
“I can tell by the way you said ‘Hello, may I speak to Mr. X?’ that you are a Lady Of the Evening! How DARE you call this respectable place of business, you HUSSY!!! The founders of this company, God rest their souls, are absolutely TURNING IN THEIR GRAVES!!!!”
But, ya know. It could happen.
In all seriousness, I have a few good reasons why I prefer to screen via email. If I need to screen via phone, I have to remember to do it before the business day is over. Sometimes I’m busy all day, and then it’s 5pm. But there’s no time limit on the internet, so I can do screening stuff at 10pm, or if I suddenly wake at 3am and remember that I’ve forgotten to complete all the screening for Mr. X, I can fire up the laptop and do it right then and there. Plus, I just don’t like calling people’s workplaces and talking to the receptionist. What if I pronounce the guy’s name wrong? What if the Jehovah’s Witnesses stop by AGAIN and they ring my doorbell and my dogs start barking and I can’t shut them up? And then, by the time I finally do, I’ve forgotten the guy’s name and I have to scramble to find it while the receptionist waits on the other end of the line? Argh! So many things can go wrong. Or what if everything goes fine and then she puts my call through to Mr. X, and Mr. X and I proceed to have an awkward chat about nothing for the next 20 minutes, most of which I can’t understand because I get bad reception in my house and I have to go outside if I want to hear the person I’m talking with semi-clearly, but outside is where my neighbors are, and they’re old and always want to chat, and plus I’d rather not talk about work loudly on my front porch. See? Phone screening is a catastrophe waiting to happen!!!
I kid, I kid. Yes, I prefer email, but let’s say you gotta do it via phone, because sometimes you just do. And now that I’ve finally gotten to it, the answer to your question is pretty damn simple: When a client gives you their employer’s phone number for screening purposes, just ask the client what he would like you to say. That’s it. Maybe he’ll tell you to tell the receptionist that you’re from his dentist’s office, or his kid’s school, or that you’re Pam from Dunder-Mifflin. Or maybe it’s a direct line to his office, and you won’t have to use any kind of clever trickery beyond dialing the number he’s given you (which yes, I know, is not clever trickery, and would only be regarded as such by a time traveler from the year 1870, but whatever, the sentence is already written and that’s how it’s gonna stay).
And in my experience, nah, they don’t go this route all that often. They generally seem to prefer email communication as well. But I bet that varies a whole lot, depending on the type of client, the industry they’re in, etc.
But do you make, financially, a really good living doing escorting in New Orleans? It’s just that I have no idea how lucrative the business is in Nola as opposed to other U.S. cities.
Financials: How much money do escorts in New Orleans make?
This is a difficult question to answer, because my definition of “a really good living” may not be the same as yours. Do I make a million dollars? LOL no. But I don’t stress about money all the time like I used to, and to me, that has been so, so, so valuable. I’m able to be selective with clients, and I don’t have to meet with every client who comes my way. Then again, I don’t have children, nor do I have a fancy car to pay off, etc., so my expenses might not be as high as some other people’s.
You can ask 100 escorts from all over the New Orleans Metro Area what they think of the business here and how lucrative it is, and you’ll probably get 100 different answers. How much money you make will depend on a lot of things.
Factors that affect your earnings as an escort, especially in New Orleans:
- Are you willing to maintain a private incall location? This will allow you to tap into the locals market, but it also necessitates you paying rent and bills for a second place every month. You could, of course, work out of your own home to save money, but I don’t really recommend that. And unless you live in a place that is discreet, convenient, and in a “good neighborhood” (which is really, REALLY hard to define in New Orleans), many of the local “hobbyists” will either decline to see you, or even talk shit about your neighborhood on the boards. I have several friends who have scheduled an appointment with a client, and after he was a NC/NS (No Call/No Show), they discovered that he had posted something to this effect on the local board:
“When i drove up, there was a black guy outside, and it just seemed sketchy, so I left. Watch out for this one, guys. Don’t think I’ll contact her again, and I advise you not to, either.”
The implication here is that either the provider has a “dangerous” “pimp,” or that the whole thing was a set up, and the “hobbyist” was about to get robbed. How do you think that affects her business for the next several months?
In one case, it was her fucking neighbor sitting on his own goddamn porch on a pretty day. In another, it was a group of (black) teenage boys carrying baseball bats…because they were walking a block to the baseball field where the neighborhood team plays. In another, it was a black guy walking down the street. I shit you not, the dude was minding his own business, literally WALKING DOWN THE FUCKING STREET, and this was enough to scare the little bigot off back to the ‘burbs, where he immediately hopped on the computer to “warn everyone” that that my friend had a pimp.
- Are you willing to be “on call” 24/7, including last minute appointments? I turn a lot of appointments down, because I am not gonna roll out of bed at 1am, get all gussied up, and drag myself over to some drunk/coked-up/whatever guy’s hotel room. Not only would I be worried that he’d be passed out or gone by the time I got there, but I just…wouldn’t be my best “me.” Being “on call” every moment of the day would undoubtedly get you a higher total of appointments per week, but for me, it’s not worth it. I like my job, and I have no desire to stop doing it any time soon. The last thing I need is to do it in such a way that I would grow to hate it.
- Are you willing to have your life revolve around this job? Are you willing to spend most of your waking hours going back and forth with potential clients, clients, time-wasters, other escorts, etc. via email, phone, text and messaging systems on several different escort/client websites, and maintaining an internet presence via social media and boards? If you can do this, by all means, enjoy your burnout.
- Speaking of burnout, do you plan on taking occasional week-long or month-long breaks? If you don’t, your work may suffer in the long run. If you do, you’re passing up business.
- Are you willing to participate in the review system (“hobbyist” boards), and all the political crap and drama that comes with it? Many providers use the system to their advantage–they get great reviews and lots of them, and that attracts other reviewers/hobbyists. However, a bad review from some douchebag flexing his “I’m a Very Important Person on this Very Important hobby board” muscles can really hurt you. And don’t think they don’t use that to their advantage.***
- Do you fit the physical description of the typical “high earner”? Are you white, in your late-20s-to-30s, and conventionally attractive? It’s fucked up, but in general, white providers’ rates are higher than non-white providers’ rates, and conventionally attractive providers generally have higher rates than, say, BBW providers (that’s Gypsy of Chicago, by the way, and she is awesome and has TONS of info on escorting and sex work on her youtube channel). THERE ARE MANY MANY MANY EXCEPTIONS TO THIS “RULE.” It’s purely a generalization, but it’s not totally off-base. Just remember: we all set our own rates. Regardless of your “type,” don’t aim low (unless you really want to). Your time and energy is valuable, and like me, you may prefer quality over quantity.
- Are you willing to travel (“tour”)? Lots of girls tour. While it looks kinda fun, and from what I understand, it’s often pretty lucrative, it also looks like a big fat risk to me. I don’t like the idea of paying a ton of money to fly to another city, pay for a nice hotel, and then wait around for clients who end up needing to cancel. Plus, traveling is a pain in the ass for me (I’d have to hire a housesitter/dogsitter, make sure my job doesn’t need me, etc.).
There are all kinds of other factors, and these are just a few of them. I know a provider who has so much business she never goes more than 3 days without a date. I know a provider who works 4-5 times a week. I know a provider who prefers multi-hour dates, and may only work once a week. I know a provider who only works when she’s in a financial bind, which might happen a few times a year, but definitely isn’t a regular thing. It really all depends on your goals and the type of clients you target.
And of course, the rules change based on the city you’re in. Would you make more money in New York City? Probably. But I have friends who work in NYC or have in the past, and their expenses sound…burdensome. As for me, I’d rather stay right here in New Orleans and work as much as I like, no more, no less ;)
***Yes, yes, yes, I understand #NotAllHobbyists do this. Most are perfectly nice people, but power-hungry, bitter people exist, and they have a right to pay for VIP membership on a website, too.
PS: Here’s a pic of my butt my friend took the other day. Real pics to come, this was just a casual snapshot :)
Well, here are more new photos of me–this time in new lingerie! I wore a new bra and panty set for these pics :) I said I would do this today, and I’m a woman of my word, so with 7 minutes left before midnight, let’s see if I can get these pics uploaded…
So these were taken the same day as the ones my friend took of me in the shower, but she took these post-pancakes. I’m terrible at posing, so she had to direct me. We’ve decided we should do this more often so that I get used to it and learn how to be more creative in front of the camera. Enjoy!
Sooo a friend of mine came over this morning for pancakes, and we decided to take some photos. Mine were for all of you, and hers were for one lucky, very special boy (or maybe two!). I’m really tired of going through them all and trying to figure out which ones are the “best” ones, so I’m just gonna dump a bunch of them here. So, without further ado, here are a few pics my best friend took of me in the shower this morning, mere moments before we made pancakes:
Stay tuned! We also took some of me in a new lingerie set I got, but I don’t feel like messing with images and watermarks and all that anymore tonight. I’ll upload them tomorrow though…and I won’t be obscured behind a shower curtain, I promise.*
*Though the naughty bits will be partially obscured behind a really sexy bra & panty set. But maybe I’ll let you see what’s underneath if and when we meet ;P
This morning I woke up to the enchanting sounds of my dog vomiting next to my bed. I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve had better mornings.
But! Scroll down to check out what came in the mail! That made this day much better. Now, someone invite me over, and you can see it in person!
In other news, I’m still getting lots of questions via email. The latest was kind of absurd, but at least it was entertaining:
I don’t see myself as a potential client, so I won’t be offended if you don’t continue reading.
Well, at least he’s honest.
Just wanted to let you know that I really appreciated your “No digital breadcrumbs” entry. I’ve struggled with the idea of verification, especially given that I’m not looking for the conventional experience. Have you ever had clients that were not interested in sex or a girlfriend experience (e.g. kissing), but just in seeing you unclothed? If you haven’t, would that immediately throw up a giant red flag?
Potential clients contact me for a variety of reasons, and not all of them are interested in sex or any of the little things generally included in “the girlfriend experience.” So, to answer your question, no, that would not be a red flag. However, most clients don’t really talk about that in the initial email, so I probably wouldn’t know that that’s what they’re looking for until I meet with them. But I’m a people-pleaser, so as long as the request isn’t for something dangerous or something that I believe is just plain wrong, I’m more than happy to tailor our sessions to satisfy my clients’ unique and varied desires.
And then I got a second email from him:
Thanks for the insight. I have a follow-up type question that you might answer if you find yourself bored at work (which I obviously often do). I am a pretty cautious person with a relatively creative imagination. In my imagination, if I met with an escort (for any reason), they would have at least some of my contact info. I would definitely select someone who was careful and intelligent, and such a person would be likely to hang on to that info. I trust that person would not freely give that info away, but would still save it for any number of rainy day scenarios (some of which involving the police). As a result, someday I get a phone call or a knock on the door. Do you ever see a scenario like that playing out in real life?
In my reply, I address a few of the things he’d said:
“In my imagination, if I met with an escort (for any reason), they would have at least some of my contact info.”
“I would definitely select someone who was careful and intelligent, and such a person would be likely to hang on to that info.”
Perhaps. Many escorts regularly delete their emails. Some delete the ones with sensitive/identifying information.
“I trust that person would not freely give that info away, but would still save it for any number of rainy day scenarios (some of which involving the police).”
Why the hell would an escort SAVE your contact info for the police? Come on, man. That doesn’t even make sense.
“As a result, someday I get a phone call or a knock on the door.”
From whom? The police? Because you may or may not have spent time with an escort at some point? An email is not proof that you’ve met the provider, nor is it proof that you’ve exchanged money for sex. You may have discussed exchanging money for time, but that’s perfectly legal.
“Do you ever see a scenario like that playing out in real life?”
LOL, no. I don’t.
…or are you afraid the knock/phone call will be from the escort you contacted? Look, I can’t speak for everyone, but I will say that I don’t know anyone in this business who would just suddenly decide to stop by the home of someone who was once a client. If you do get a phone call, it’s probably because she forgot to delete your number in her phone, and “butt-dialed” you.
If you’re afraid of shady characters doing ridiculous things to endanger your safety and privacy, do your research and don’t meet with shady characters. That’s what we do. Why else do you think we screen our clients before meeting with them?
There you have it, dear readers. No, we don’t plan on stopping by your house in a few months or a few years or, well, ever. We have our own lives; we don’t sit around all day brainstorming ways to ruin some random guy’s life. Sorry to bust the myth of the crazed lunatic escort hell-bent on destroying every life in her path, leaving divorced, destitute men in her wake. :(
And worst case scenario, let’s pretend a gentleman was crass and reckless and ignorant enough to offer a lady money for sex. That would be considered solicitation, which is a misdemeanor in Louisiana. Do police generally go knocking on people’s doors based only on the fact that they found an email in which the person in question discussed the possibility of committing a misdemeanor crime? Maybe, maybe not. But I can’t say I’ve heard of that happening lately. Still, it’s best to use your head (you know which one I’m talking about!), do your research, and behave accordingly.
…After all, what’s worse: missing out on a lot of fun, or having to do a little homework every once in a while?
So it turns out that I, like many women, have been wearing the wrong bra for years.
I’ve been operating under the belief that I wear a size 34B. But a trip to Bra Genie across the lake changed all that.
A friend and I went bra shopping, and for the first time, I got a professional bra fitting. Turns out I’m not a 34B at all (which explains why my bras always fit wonky on my boobs and the straps always fell off my shoulders).
So what size are my voluptuous, voluminous, bodacious breasts?
You’ll never believe this.
(wait for it…)
And I have the pics to prove it:
This one shows the tag. YES, that’s a 30E, which is the UK equivalent to the American 30DD!
I was so pleased, the sales girl was easily able to sell me on some cute panties to match.
Yes, this bra was pricey. But it’s gorgeous and it FITS, so it was worth every penny!
I got another set, too. I wish someone would take a pic for me…maybe I’ll get lucky soon ;)
Today I saw this stupid post going around facebook:
Look, I know it’s supposed to be funny, but damn, the shit that passes for “funny” nowadays…ugh. Did you ACTUALLY laugh out loud at that?? I’m guessing not, because there’s nothing particularly witty or clever or comical about it. It’s just a list of cup sizes with corresponding unimaginative, mostly negative descriptors, and the “punchline” is a reference to a 25-year-old infomercial for a safety device marketed to disabled and/or geriatric individuals.
And, as of right now, it’s been “shared” 230,989 times. 230,989!!! That means 230,989 people thought this was funny enough to repost so that all their family and friends and coworkers and ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends, etc. could enjoy it. Wow.
But it’s kind of thought-provoking, too. None of the descriptors are really positive.
Stupid Bra Sizes Meme Exposed
- The first two (“A – Almost boobs” and “B – barely boobs”) are decidedly negative.
- The third (“C – can’t complain”) might as well just say “meh, they don’t make me puke.”
- The next two (“D – dang” and “DD – double dang”) might be positive, and they’re probably meant to be read as a positive assessment of the bosoms in question. But it’s still not exactly praise–I mean, I said “dang” the last time I saw a knocked-down stoplight on Canal Street. I was impressed, sure, but not in the “Wow, that’s amazing, and I can’t wait to bury my face in it!!!” way that I would be upon seeing an attractive set of D or DD breasts (or, for that matter, an attractive set of breasts of any size), but in the “Whoa, that’s shocking, and I hope no one got hurt” way.
- The next (“E – Enormous”) is neither positive nor negative.
- Then comes the inevitably disparaging judgement (“F – fake”) of women who choose to surgically enhance their breasts in accordance with what society tells us we SHOULD look like (never forget: we’re damned if we do, damned if we don’t, ladies).
- On the other hand, women with breasts just one size larger than F are encouraged to undergo major surgery with a significant recovery period (“G – get a reduction”). What a demanding perfectionist this list-maker must be.
- And last but not least, women with Hs are the “punchline” of the joke. Har de har har.
Who makes this stuff up, and who thinks it’s funny? People who hate boobs? Young boys who are angry that no woman in her right mind will let him see her boobs? Women who are…angry at their boobs for some reason?
But but but but….BOOBS ARE GREAT!!! Boobs are fun! Boobs of all sizes are a splendorous gift of wonder to those allowed the privilege of seeing/touching/enjoying them.
I get that it’s always hilarious to mock women’s bodies (this is sarcasm, ladies and gentlemen), but I personally think women’s bodies (mine especially!) make life a hell of a lot more pleasurable. Well, for women and their partners, anyway, heh. I suppose strictly-gay men aren’t all that thrilled by boobs, but who knows, maybe some of them occasionally get kinky like that.
So, I made up my own list:
Bra Sizes Meme, Improved
- AA – Adorable & Adequate!
- A – Alluring
- B – Bodacious (tatas)
- C – Captivating
- D – Deluxe
- DD – Double Deluxe
- E – Exceptional
- F – Fffffffffffffffffffffff…those are impressive
- G – Gifted
- H – Hallelujah
I’m gonna make a quick and dirty meme and see if even ONE person shares it.
If I could get 1/10th of the “shares” as that ridiculously unfunny original one did, I swear I would legally change my name to Boobie Boobzanne McBooberson-O’Boobs (I’m apparently of Irish/Scottish descent).
That said, bra sizes are so arbitrary anyway. Sometimes I’m a 34C, sometimes a 32C (once even a D!), etc. And guess what size this “bra” is??
Size Small. And I assure you, my boobs are not.
(OK so yes, I was wearing it as a tube top this summer, but it’s marketed as a “bra.”)
— Annie Calhoun (@NOLACourtesan) July 28, 2014
My friend took this picture of me, and I thought it was too nice not to show off.
A few of my friends are photographers (both professionals and amateurs, as a job or as a hobby). You’d think this would work out really well for me, except I always feel goofy trying to “look sexy” for the camera when one of my best friends is the one shooting. But, I’m often recruited to be a model anyway, probably mainly because my schedule permits it.
A couple months ago, one of my friends got some new equipment, and she wanted to try it out. So, she stopped by my place, picked out an outfit for me to wear, and we zoomed off to the location she’d been wanting to use as a backdrop for a while.
It was a tough shoot because one of the things she was trying to accomplish was working in difficult lighting situations and because I was instructed to have a “neutral” facial expression. I got a little bored after a while and I mostly just wanted her to sit down already and join me for a few drinks (she eventually did, haha).
Anyway, you can’t see much, but here are just a couple of the photos she came up with:
A certain “Admirer” was requesting new pics, so I took one last night before bed and posted it to Twitter…
Bedtime ;) pic.twitter.com/gnxSKKpZcq
— Annie Calhoun (@NOLACourtesan) September 18, 2013
Yes, I tagged this post with the word “Sex” because…well…sometimes, it only takes one to tango ;)
So, dear readers, ask and you shall receive. I love that it took all of 30 seconds to grant that wish. I’m really starting to see the appeal of Twitter–if you’re on it, follow me! But I really, really hope I don’t get addicted to posting photos of myself (especially photos of myself er…um…showing myself some love, lol).
Just uploading this because I’m bored and heck, I kinda wish someone would comment on my outfits. I know lots of people are looking (ah, the magic of understanding how websites and website traffic work!).
I should really just link everything (this website/blog, my Twitter profile, my Google+ profile, and my WordPress.com account) so that I can post in one place and it automatically posts to all the others. Alas, I need coffee and the dog needs exercise, so that’s a project for another day.
Anyway, here’s what I wore yesterday (8/6/13):
Just a blog update with photos to show you:
- What I wore today
- That my body has not morphed into a completely different shape than it was a couple months ago (when I last posted pics)
- That I haven’t forgotten about my little blog; I’ve just been neglecting it (sorry :( )
That I do occasionally take selfies (photos of myself), despite the fact that I find them kind of ridiculous.
They are super blurry, but eh, I took them on my phone in an elevator mirror and I was trying to be quick about it. I didn’t want anyone to walk up, see what I was doing, and just think I was vain, haha.
But wait! There’s more (which are basically the same, but hey, I tried…)
Continue reading “What I Wore Today (photos)”
…and we all have our weaknesses.
One of mine is auto-photography. I suck, suck, suck at the Art of the Selfie (selfie: n. photograph taken of oneself in an attempt to display one’s sexiness to online viewers of said photograph).
Regardless, here are a few attempts from last night. At least you can tell that I haven’t changed much…
I said I’d have more photos up today, and I am a woman of my word. So, without further ado…
…and there you have it, folks! I’ll try to take more sometime soon…some real ones. As in, more creative, more sexy, more…well, let’s just say, less boring.
I had a fantastic Mardi Gras. For the first time in a couple years, I actually stayed out for most of the day on Mardi Gras day (usually I’m only out for a couple hours, and then I get bored and go home). It might have something to do with the fact that I switched up the routine this year–instead of going to the Zulu parade, I went to St. Anne, mostly because my friends from out of town wanted to see what it was all about.
I really wish I could show you pics of me in costume. It came out pretty decent, considering I just threw on a few random things Mardi Gras morning (I was still a little hung over from Lundi Gras night, haha). I thought about posting a few pictures here and blurring my face, but it’s just too much of a risk for me to post pics that are also on Facebook (and are therefore identifiable as mine). I have a few hundred friends on Facebook, and I would be pretty naive to trust all of them.
So, since I can’t show you what my costume looked like, I can at least post a few photos that have been on my little point-and-shoot camera for a couple months. They’re low-quality, but hey, they’re recent, and they’re me! These were an attempt at self-portraiture (again), so there are several that are pretty similar.
Actually, I have to go somewhere, so I’m gonna post a teaser pic now, and I’ll post the rest tomorrow. Sorry, but I don’t have time to crop and upload the rest right now. Check back tomorrow!
I had yesterday off from work, and after meeting with a very nice gentleman in the morning, I went grocery shopping. When I got home, I put the groceries away and decided to do a little housework. Well, the problem is that I hate housework, and I’m easily distractible. So, while i was changing into “house-cleaning” clothes, I decided to put the stockings-and-garter combo to good use and take a few pictures.
Do you realize how difficult it is to take pictures of yourself in lingerie? Well, let me tell you: it’s HARD. I wasn’t about to take my phone camera into the bathroom and snap pics in the mirror (I haven no idea how I’d scrunch myself up so that my reflection fit in the medicine cabinet mirror over the sink, lol), so I propped my camera up, pointed it at the bed, and set the timer.
It didn’t last long. Because, like I said before, I’m distractible, and I ended up getting sidetracked when my best friend called to chat.r. I had it set to take about ten pictures in succession each time, but it did so very quickly, so basically I had to push the button, then run back over and hop onto the bed, try to do a couple of poses QUICKLY, and then get up and do it all over again. Continue reading “Adventures in Self-Portraiture…or Leg-Portraiture…”