Would you do it for money?

[Isabella Thorne]

Not tonight dear ... i have a headache

Hope you don't mind if I butt in ...
.. How do you girls feel about a wife who has a "headache" until hubby buys her a new coat,dress or car? Isn't she selling herself? Thanks for letting me in on the discussion.

awwww muffer dear ... you have such a sweet butt ... of course we don't mind ...

there are wives who withhold sex until their husbands buy them stuff? .... that sucks ... lol ... no seriously ...

heyyyyy Juspar ... don't bogart that joint my friend ...
__________________________
I know what you want
I know what you need
A girl can't live on just sweet nothings

Security, she's got to have security
Something she can show off for all her time

A nice big rock
or just that little ring
your sweet talkin' don't mean a thing

Security, she got to, got to have it
Security, the girl really needs it
Against the day when love starts its long decline

she don't wanna wake up poor and destitute
she knows how love goes, it's never absolute
you might swear she could never be replaced
and she'll believe you, but just in case

She'll need a piece of the rock if you decide to roll
The girl's got insurance that she can consult

Security
She's got to keep on looking smart
Security
Little checks from the heart

~Southside Johnny and the Asbury Jukes~

 

[Juspar Emvan]

shotgun?

*muah*

 

[muffer4u]

Sweet Isabella!!!!

Isabella, sweet Isabella, You're my kind of girl. Love the way you think and express yourself. Wish we could talk,privately,ohhhhhhhhhhh

 

[bluntforcemama]

HOw much money are we talking?

 

[Isabella Thorne]

.... why it's always free for lit members darling ...

no charge ... nada ...

 

[Samuari]

Re: Sure,. Hell I will do it right now.....

So whats the going price?

hahaha.

So what they say about lawers is true?

 

[CRaZy]

In my teens, I travelled all around Asia and Europe with a lesbian, heroin addict from the United States (you meet interesting people in backpackers). She never had trouble finding supplies until we were in Tibet. One night we were staying at a monastery when she subtly asked about her needs. The head monk invited us to his sanctuary for a not so holy ritual. Being a lesbian, my friend wasn't a particularly active participant. So, yes, you could say I've fucked for heroin. Probably upset Buddha too. Never gonna reach Nirvana now. Sigh.

I posted this on another thread but it applies here too. Everyone has their price and it isn't necessarily money. Your friend is starting to go into shock with smack withdrawal in a mountain village thousands of miles and three plane flights away from the medical help she needs - Oh yea - you're gonna fuck someone if you have to.

 

[Rosebud]

call me a prostitute...but yes for money...the right amount...i would...but for you my lovely Izzy...it is free anytime

 

[Docgtvt]

at this point in my life, i might...just because the offer would floor me!
i guess i would have to consider the amount and probably get my wife's permission, but hell, for a million, i'd let redford or pitt do me!
so i would definately agree with rosebud on all and i do mean all accounts. besides, isabella, there is no amount of cash, nor any gem big enough to offer you that pales in comparison of your company.




"....rum and coke, don't taste too bad."
----------david bromberg
a song about losing his virginity to a prostitute

 

[Docgtvt]

i just realized that i am now really experienced! cool! does that mean i get more money?
also i realized that my lovely wife pays me for sex every day! but who can put a price tag on love?



"down in the valley on the foggy hill rock, stood a crazy little demon blowin' his top. fire in his eyes and smoke from his head, you gotta be real cool to hear the words he says...!"
----------------screaming jay hawkins

[Edited by Docgtvt on 03-07-2001 at 09:18 PM]

 

[Isabella Thorne]

No charge ...

<big kisses and congratulations on your really experienced title Doc .... are you experienced? ... are you really experienced? ... well i am ... lol>

awww Rose-buddy ... i would never charge ya either darlin' ...

thanks for posting that interesting story on this thread too, Crazy ... wow you were a wild thing ... you make my heart sing ...
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Eating Betty Grable

by Robert Hunter

I am at a delicatessen. An old crone is serving me. I order pumpkin pie with raspberry ice cream, coffee and rye toast. I get a ham sandwich. Protesting that I'm a vegetarian, I'm ordered to damn well eat it. "Pig is a vegetable," the irritable old woman says. I refuse to eat.

"We'll see about that," she replies and calls the manager, a tall woman in a mask and black cloak. Both of them berate me, upsetting the other customers who get up and leave. The manager runs after them, demanding payment, leaving me alone with the crone.

She finally accepts that I won't eat my sandwich and tells me to wait while she goes back into the kitchen to find something else. I try to sneak away but can't get out of my chair. She comes back with a serving platter upon which she has placed one of her long thin breasts (still attached) between two pieces of white bread.

Once again I protest I'm a vegetarian. I'm told not to worry; the breast is a fruit. I realize that this is so and am left without argument, so I take a malicious bite. She screams "Don't bite it, suck!"

"It's my lunch and I'll do what I want!"

"I was young and beautiful once!" she shouts.

"I don't believe it. You were always old and revolting!"

"You'll see!" she runs back into the kitchen and emerges a minute later in black fish net stockings and nothing else.

"I used to be Betty Grable," she says, sitting on a table, crossing her legs and lighting a cigarette in a long ivory holder. The manager returns and orders the crone back to the kitchen.

"She tells everybody that," says the manager. "The truth is, I used to be Betty Grable. How do you like your lunch so far?"

"I wasn't really hungry to begin with."

"That's the best time to eat. You don't make a pig of yourself."

The crone returns wheeling a big cart covered with a cloth. She whips off the cloth revealing Betty Grable under glass. Betty is lying on her belly, naked, with a lily up her ass. She winks at me. The crone sharpens a carving knife and asks me what cut I want: "Breast, rump or thigh?"

"But I'm a vegetarian!" I repeat.

"Betty Grable is a vegetable!" both my hostesses insist.

I'm sure they're wrong, but suddenly I'm very hungry indeed. The crone shaves wafer thin slices of Betty's lovely bottom. Betty sighs with each slice. I start grabbing the slices, shoving them in my mouth. Nothing ever tasted so good. "Thigh?" says the crone? I nod, my mouth too full to speak. Betty gasps as the crone pares the soft inner surface. Better, even better. My hunger increases with each mouthful.

"Breast?" She rolls Betty over on her back. Betty blows me a kiss.

"Yes," I swallow to speak, "but don't slice it thin. Just serve up the whole thing!"

Betty moans as the crone removes the left breast and serves it to me, lofted by the erect nipple, plops it on my plate. There is no blood which pleases me, being a vegetarian.

"Care for the other?"

"mmph - please!" Like angel food cake and ice cream. My hunger only increases as Betty's pelvis begins to move rhythmically with my chewing, her moans become feverish. Her eyes roll back, her golden hair dampens with sweat.

My appetite becomes so voracious I can no longer bother with being served. Starting with her toes, I work my way up to her head. Approaching her eyes, she winks one more time as I devour her whole. Only as I floss my teeth with a strand of her hair do I realize my appetite is fully appeased.

"Will there be anything else? Coffee? Wine?"

"No thank you. Am I allowed to smoke?"

"By all means. The tall woman in the mask provides an ashtray. I light up and take a big drag, realize I don't really want it, and stub it out."

"May I have the check please?"

"There is no check," says the tall woman. "No charge. The pleasure was all ours. Do come back if you're ever hungry again."

I walk down the sidewalk feeling strangely light for having eaten such a big meal. I used to wish I could play trumpet like Harry James, but I never had the lip for it. It's a genetic thing,the lip, you have one or you don't. All the practice in the world won't make up for lack of natural talent.

 

[sze27]

yes, I have

Lets see if I can explain this without being too specific.

YES, I have accepted money for sex, even though I find the idea slightly repugnant.

The situation was kind of unusual. I needed money - but I wanted to do what I was to get paid for, although didn't fully realise it. I would NEVER have done it without the incentive of money though because it was too "out there". So, in a way, the cash gave me the excuse to do something I really wanted to do anyway! I have since done it for free on a number of occasions.

And yes, I am a slut.

Love Sze

 

[Samuari]

Re: yes, I have

Lets see if I can explain this without being too specific.

YES, I have accepted money for sex, even though I find the idea slightly repugnant.

The situation was kind of unusual. I needed money - but I wanted to do what I was to get paid for, although didn't fully realise it. I would NEVER have done it without the incentive of money though because it was too "out there". So, in a way, the cash gave me the excuse to do something I really wanted to do anyway! I have since done it for free on a number of occasions.

And yes, I am a slut.

Love Sze

Now we all know EXACTLY what you did!

"And the cash shall set you free?"

 

[Haushinka]

Hell , no!!

 

[Isabella Thorne]

Well Sze dear .... i don't really think that there could be too much sex ...

but wow that's a lot of partners.
________________________
I'm not the kind to stick around
With any new love that I've found ...
Well there you go you're crying again
There you go you're cyring again ....
Well don't be blue
I'll have a hundred when I'm through
~Gordon Lightfoot~

 

[Isabella Thorne]

Oops i almost forgot ...

another point of view ...

i remember an old movie with Candace Bergen and Jacqueline Bissett (it might have been called "Best Friends"?)

and they are talking about sex and what makes a slut ...

well Candace says that if you sleep with more men than you can count on one hand ... then you are a slut ... lol ...

sooooo i guess it all comes down to your perspective.

 

[sze27]

To Samurai,

Is it really that obvious?! Maybe.

To Isabella,

I know there can not be too much sex. The question at the end of my posts is rhetorical!!

As for it being a lot of partners - it is all relative baby! The interesting thing about this forum is hearing how really different everyone is, especially when people talk openly about something personal. Some people think they have been promiscuous and had 5 partners! It is the same with doing sex - so much variation in what people do!! Vive le difference!!

Love Sze

 

[Cyan BloodsBane]

Did someone say money??

Money makes the world go around, world go around....


Show me the money!!!

I'd buy that for a dollar!!!

 

[Isabella Thorne]

Money problems

Put your money where your mouth is.

Money is the root of all evil.

Money isn't everything.
__________________
Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay and your O.K.
Money it's a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I'll buy me a football team

Money get back
I'm all right Jack keep your hands off my stack.
Money it's a hit
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit
I'm in the hi-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet

Money it's a crime
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie
Money so they say
Is the root of all evil today
But if you ask for a rise it's no surprise
that they're giving none away

~Pink Floyd~

 

[Isabella Thorne]

Well at least his name wasn't John

A woman was thinking about finding a pet to help keep her company at home. She decided she would like to find a beautiful parrot. It wouldn't be as much work as a dog, and it would be fun to hear it speak. She went to a pet shop and immediately spotted a large beautiful parrot. There was a sign on the cage that said $50.00.

"Why so little," she asked the pet store owner. The owner looked at her and said, "Look, I should tell you first that this bird used to live in a whorehouse and sometimes it says some pretty vulgar stuff."

The woman thought about this, but decided she had to have the bird anyway. She took it home and hung the bird's cage up in her living room and waited for it to say something.

The bird looked around the room, then at her, and said, "New house, new madam." The woman was a bit shocked at the implication, but then thought "that's not so bad."

When her two teenage daughters returned from school the bird saw them And said, "New house, new madam, new whores." The girls and the woman were a bit offended but then began to laugh about the situation.

Moments later, the woman's husband, Ed, came home from work. The bird looked at him and said, "Hi Ed!"