You Just Pissed on My Cornflakes



A very charming man responded to my Visiting Berlin ad in Stockholm asking to see the goods prior to booking my services. I responded kindly that if he wanted private photos, that he needed to contribute to my blog first as I do not share my private photos for free... After he tried scamming me and saying he contributed, when he in fact did not, he became a very horny, pathetic, begging, and hostile and uncouthly charming man! After he insulted and threatened me, I thought all my viewers would love to see this! Here you go my loving readers! 

Disclaimer: I do not usually post peoples identity, however when threats are made against my health, lively hood, or general well being, I do reserve the right to post whatever identity I have for the person. This is for my own physical and in some cases legal protection and or for others protection from scammers, fakes, and possible physical harm doers.


Chris Right xdude1213@gmail.com:Hey I'm visiting Berlin in a couple days and would love to use your services. Do u have some more pics so I can see how good u are

Hello Chris,

Thank you for responding to my ad and an early welcome to Berlin! I will give you links to me blog page, where you will find pictures, personal erotic and funny stories, my rates and so on. I will also say visit my profile on www.kaufmich.com/sukisuki. There you will find face pics and a list of services I provide and what I do not provide, available in both German and English.

If you have any questions, please feel free to ask anything! In return, I ask you provide me more information about yourself, your interests and desires for our date, when, where and how long you would like to be together and include a picture of yourself for identification purposes only.

I look forward to hearing from you!

Kisses

Aimmee Dudevant

Chris Right xdude1213@gmail.com:
Send me some pics of that ass and I will pay for it 
Contribute to my blog...through the blog page and I will give you pics of my ass! http://confessionasofawhore.blogspot.de
 Chris Right xdude1213@gmail.com:
Ok I'm doing it now so send those pics baby
Chris Right xdude1213@gmail.com:
Alright babe I contributed now send your ass pics. I like em spread girl
Chris Right xdude1213@gmail.com:
R u gonna send them sexy
i have received no confirmation of any payments to my blog...sorry

Chris Right xdude1213@gmail.com:
It might take a sec or two cause of my slow connection but u should send me those ass pics like u said u would. Its only fair I did post on your blog it just hasent hit yet but that doesn't mean I didn't. Come on babe send me the pics. Cause your starting to sound fake and your not proving me wrong so send those pics and I will believe u 
 Chris my dear....the payments go through paypal...it is not due to slow connection. Paypal sends me an email confirmation of payment the minute it is transacted, then I have to accept it. I will not send anything until the process has been made...I am no fool!

Calling me a fake will not make me send you anything any faster, if anything, when and if I eve get your payment, I will refund it. And notice that my blog is world renowned and has over 28,000 viewers and followers, if I am a fake I am really doing a great job of fooling everyone including myself.

Stay honest, stay true, and know that patience is a virtue!

Aimmee Dudevant

Chris Right xdude1213@gmail.com:
Scammers are always screwing thousands of people I'm just lucky I'm not one of them
Now since u gonna act that way I think I will report you for prostitution and your little blog will be the evidence and what gets u busted. Have a nice day whore

Really I am not worried since where I am it is a legal and recognized profession and in the meantime I will also post our entire correspondence with identity all on the blog! Really take a look and yourself and will see who the scammer is!  

Chris Right xdude1213@gmail.com:
I did and its still u. It may be legal there but trying to solicite that to a minor over here is an offense that will go national and will cause legal uprisez in both our countries so have fun wit that 

Oh sadly my little one...1st the personal ads in Craigslist require you to be an adult to read and so does my blog. Secondly, did you announce that you were a minor? No...3rd By you contacting me, you were the solicitor 4th As a minor acting on behalf of an adult is also an offense 5th...my personal opinion on the matter...if you want to portray yourself as an adult you will shall suffer the consequences as an adult and take your just desserts as an adult....it is an adult pool honey and if you do not know how to swim....stay out of the pool!  



 Keeping it fucking real! Sometimes even a whore would like to go out on a real date and not one where someone is paying for or demanding services...funny though how men value more what they pay for.

Sometimes I quite enjoy an adventure in the B-Side, however there is only one kind of mushroom I like...and if cooking Mushrooms, means tea...GREAT!!










Last night I met someone for a personal date. He as a whole person looking at him...good looking for sure. But, the minute he opened his mouth and I saw his teeth, I was turned off. I am not this superficial really, I am the person that really tries to find the unique beauty one holds inside. (my job) So I spent more time with him and he seemed nice enough, but he would not stop talking about himself and his work. Never asked me anything about me, when I would speak, he would cut me off and talk about him some more. I sat there thinking, what can I do to make sure he is not interested in me? I thought, ok just have no personality and not speak. I finally ended the date within 1.5 hours saying I was tired and had work to do still.

I hugged him goodbye and the smell of his deo or aftershave just smelled horrible to me. I walked home and a few minutes later I receive a text from him...still catching random wiffs of his scent on me from that quick hug goodbye and repulsed, he says, " Now I really want to taste you". It just reinforced my feeling about his self absorbed nature....this is how he is always! It was for sure not because he was just nervous in meeting me the first time. I wrote him back saying, " I am sorry, but I felt no chemistry between us, sorry". I thought maybe, just maybe if I was direct about it, he would understand....this was a huge overstatement.

moments later I receive an email from him saying, " oh but I felt chemistry, I was just being a gentleman on the first date." You were a complete gentleman, and as much as I truly appreciate that...as I REALLY DO! I just did not feel what I was looking for. I am very particular in what I want and I rely heavy on my instinct and I just didn't feel it. You are a nice guy, just not what i am looking for :( Do not take it anyway personally. But I am sorry."

Why is it so difficult to find a counterpart in a man? Is it so hard for a man, who seriously desires the company of a very hot, funny, witty, intelligent, woman, to actually take the time to see her for who she is? To show any kind of interest in getting to know her and feel something more than the chemistry developing in his pants?  I am really starting to lose my patience with men in " the real world". As he was telling me nothing about himself and all about his work, all that ran through my head was, now if I was on a paid date, I would be taking the time to find some kind of interest in what he was babbling on about. But, the point was, I am here for myself, to meet a potential companion for me, why is this so exhausting? It is so much easier to focus on a man for a duration of time, find his interests and then make him happy and then go on about our separate ways...with a smile and contentedness!

All in all ones journey on the B-Side is relative. My life, my work, all that is who I am has always been on the B-Side to normal society...but when I take to the B-Side of my record....the normal world seems abnormal!


You can meet me in the park and suck my Dick....I will even talk to you afterwards!

Just once, I would love to be proven wrong!

Last night (April) I decided to meet someone...a guy, just for myself and outside of work. Occasionally, yes, I do this and it seems like every time I do, it is the same fucking guy but only with a different face. I can say indeed, I was open to meeting a strange guy, having a drink or 2 and then going back to his place for some NSA wild sex...and without charging. But truth be hold, every man I meet under these circumstances proves me right every time.

Some may not understand the realness behind being a whore. The actual connection, although brief as it may be, behind a paid for encounter. I have met some of the most beautiful men, beautiful souls, and been flattered beyond belief by them. My theory being that, people (but mostly men) place a value on things that they pay for. They see it as an investment and when the investment has a guarantee behind it, the men tend to put forth the effort to be themselves, attentive, seductive, and warm. They want to get the most out of what they pay for....they know they could just stick it somewhere quickly and for free...but in the end...what is there in that? While the contrary is inevitable with a man seeking free sex. He is arrogant and feels he is God's gift to women and that women are merely there to satiate him. Why is this?

When sex is paid for, you tend to get exactly what it is you desire and usually a bit more. The boundaries are clear, intentions are expressed, and the sensuality is left in its extreme form for the duration of the encounter. The participants part ways without any strange feelings of, will I see him again or in most cases, what the fuck did I do? The time spent together has clarity, emotion, and intensity that both partake in together with set function and rationality. But when the sex is free or the intent of sex is free, men tend to treat the female part more like a slut a piece of meat only there for him and his needs...... more than the gentleman paying for an actual whore.

After spending several hours having conversation with this egotistical typical male, we both realized that it would go no further. Although he was good looking enough and could hold a decent conversation, it was dead in the water for this evening. We had talked about many personal things and I no longer was this person he could take home and just take advantage of. It seemed to have the potential to develop into a friendship and maybe with benefits. He never tried to kiss me or touch me and that was a plus in my book. But in the end, when we said goodbye, I went to kiss him to let him know, that there was an amount of interest to possibly meet again and see where it would go. He pushed me away and said, I am not feeling it this evening, but would like to see me again in the future. I agreed! Then he went and fucked it up by saying...."maybe I could meet you in the park and you can give me one of your great blow jobs and I would even talk to you afterwards."

On so many levels...........REALLY!


On my walk home, I realized more about myself. I realized that men, as much as they love the idea of having a girlfriend who can be their personal whore, I will only ever have the respect of a girlfriend, when I am being paid for it. I also realized, that I have someone in my life that I care copious amounts for. I see my heart beginning to open more and more and with this I become ever more fearful. Last night when I went out on this date, I went on this date to try and rid myself of this feeling I have for someone and that maybe by doing it, I  only conjured up more pain and fear within myself.....assured disappointment.

To the man I spent last night.....thank you for not allowing me to lessen my worth!

In February 2012, I really wanted to go see the Tiger Lillies Freakshow. I was low on cash and honestly, wanted to to be treated to an evening out....for me!

TAKE ME TO A SHOWe me to a show?

I am looking for a nice, fun, down to earth handsome man to treat me to a show.
I would really like to see the Tiger Lillies Freakshow, but to be honest, I do not have enough extra money to buy a ticket nor someone to go with if I did. So I thought I would post here and see if someone would be interested in treating me to the show and see where it goes after. 

I don't want someone to treat me just because of the we will see after part...I want someone who genuinely would like to go and see the Tiger Lillies.

I am a very attractive and funny girl and am very good company regardless.
Please send a response with a little bit about you and a photo and label it "tiger lillies" so it doesn't go into spam folder and I will get back to you.

Of course I had my usual cock pics sent and total disregard for the actual intention responses....I have a big cock wanna go with me crap. But I had a very interesting answer today.


Hey, im actually working for them next year...but here is the deal, I 
want to go see the show and I actually didn't because I refuse to go  
alone. But really, why would you discredit your gender and ask for a  
guy to pay...? If you want to see them, fine lets see them but you  
really should pay your way. Then you can be assured that nothing will  
happen that you don't want. Real women died to be free, please dont  
forget that.
I honestly could not believe this guy would even think I would want to see the Tiger Lillies with him after this mail. Funny thing is, for those who have known me or have acquired my services, you know that my biggest issue with women and sex or sex in general (not just the act but gender as well), the issue is the lack of communication skills  we have. You only get bad sex when you do not communicate what you want.Same thing with dating or service or anything,  when you don't communicate what you want you don't get it. (punkt) Regardless of that tangent, I was flabbergasted that this guy have the nerve to bring in the (female sex) card on this. Here was my reply...
I am very sorry you find it a discredit to my gender because I ask for a guy to pay for my ticket and go together. And yes as a free woman I have the right to ask if that is what I want...the question that should be asked is why should I have to ask. It is sad to think that a man sees an obligation for anything more because he does pay. I am being open and honest...I do not have enough money to buy my own ticket and I would really like to go. If I find a guy who is willing to invite me and before meeting him I m interested in more...then I am leaving that open...it is all my discretion before I decide to reply. If I do not find the right guy for the response, nothing is lost. Have a nice night.
Unbelievable!! Really I wanted to write him about my last experience on going out on a "real" date. But honestly, pfff it would mean more to you my readers than him. It all comes around at some point.... But for you, I will narrate my last date!

The Worst Date EVER in mankind...well at least in my 35 years of existence and months of living as a whore!

A few weeks ago I had placed a sincere ad looking for a Romantic Pervert.
Seriously.....I am looking for a lovely man who is charming, respectful, financially secure (stable) who would like to have a long term, uncomplicated, drama free relationship with a woman who is comfortable with herself, secure, knows what she wants, has a fantastic sense of humor, happy with the little things, sexy, has great curves and has great sex, playful, intelligent, and has many interests.

I love a man who can enjoy films (of all genres), can discuss them, enjoys going out and having fun, dancing (electronic music), concerts (rock and classical), restaurants, likes to travel, who is creative, down to earth, realistic, idealistic, educated, spontaneous, great sense of humor, adventurous, likes to cook and eat (spicy and garlic) now put all these great qualities into a young (24-30), fit, white German man who enjoys regular, energetic, open minded, spontaneous, sometimes rigorous, and completely mind blowing sex! Now if that isn't the longest sentence, I don't know what is :)

Come on... I really do not ask too much now! I know you have to exist. Serious replies only. If you respond with a dick pic, without a genuine response, and integrity...you will not get a response from me.

So let's see where this shall take us...yah?


It does get lonely sometimes having a wall round your heart, living a life of a whore, and even though I enjoy what I do, it does take its toll on me....it can really drain me. Sometimes I just put on a facade for these men, although that facade does truly exist within me...it is sometimes very deep inside, not showing its face to the world or to me most of the time. So yes, it does drain me. Sometimes I think, it would be really nice to have some kind of romantic but not overly serious connection with someone form time to time. So that is why I put this ad out.

The response I received was from a decent looking Dutchman (at least his pics were nice) and I liked it. We started a very good dialog about movies and philosophy and he was so far very stimulating and charming. One thing I noticed in the background of his pic, was the meticulousness of his DVD and book collection. This really should have been red flag number one, but I brushed it off as someone who really liked his movies. So, after some correspondences back and forth, he asked me out on a date to a French restaurant close to where I would be coming directly from a client. heehee! I texted him and said, that I would be glad to meet him at this restaurant,   but that I was not a fan of French anything. He responded like a gentleman and said, "I want you to enjoy everything, so meet me at the Strandbad." That night my client never confirmed our meet, so I decided to go on my date early. It was horrible weather, raining freezing rain and windy as all hell. I looked at the maps and thought I knew where I was going. But I was wrong. I got completely lost. I stopped in another restaurant to get out of the weather and texted him. 5 minutes and still no response. I kept waiting until he finally called me asking where I was. He had no clue about the corner I was at and said, "I would come out looking for you, but then I would get wet and lost too!" Turns out, that if I had walked one more street forward, I would  have been there. REALLY?  Red Flag number 2, I would get wet and lost..shit...what is that?

So I look inside the restaurant for a guy sitting by himself and was confused, because I saw no one by himself, nor that looked like him. I started to walk around, making sure I was at the right place and I was. So, I went in and my glasses fogged up, so I had to take them off and search blindly for him. I finally see a guy, not really looking like him sitting alone. I approach the table, put on my glasses and was immediately turned off! Red Flag 3! I did not want to be rude and walk out, so I removed my coats and said hello and sat down. It was him, but he looked different. I think it was his shoulders that turned me off and the proportion of his head to his body...something was just off. Who knows, maybe me..just irritated? So, we started to talk and he asked if I would like a drink? I asked for a glass of wine. After about 15 minutes he asked if we could order, because he needs to eat at a  certain time every day to keep from feeling sick. Sure I said, but I was not hungry really, so I just ordered some nachos to graze on. As we wait for the food, he tells me all about the places he has visited based on location for good running. I thought Jesus Christ really? you go visiting places for vacation based on best jogging locations? I go for...hmmmm culture, food, nightlife, nature, multiple activities, etc. But he goes for jogging? Get me out of here is all I could think.

Thank God the food arrived and I can entertain myself by playing with some gooey cheese for some time. Maybe I should just do all the talking so I do not have to listen to a word he says. But then he started eating. Oh my fuckness.....I had no idea the jogging Dutchman was only a facade to the redneck lumberjack. See...the beautiful thing about European style eating is the gracefulness of how they eat, like they are conductors of an orchestra or like they are playing a Cello...just beautiful! But not him...he used his utensils like he was ready for a boxing match, both hands clenched ready for double fisting. He completely slaughtered the ravioli  that lay helpless on his plate as if it were going to run away. I was absolutely disgusted and distracted from what I was talking about. Red Flag 4

Then he said, "if you want something different to eat, I could go somewhere else after here." I suddenly felt the vomit begin to rise in my throat. The next place I go, will be to the subway station...alone. So I continue to talk because my own company was quite entertaining to myself, just as his slaughtered ravioli was to him. Seemed perfect at the moment. Then he orders another glass of wine for us. We keep talking and then he orders another round. I told him that I was not feeling well and that I thought I was catching a cold. But that was serious and not a joke! He reaches across the table and starts rubbing my arm and then leans forward to touch more on my back. he starts to clear off the items from the table and scootches up further towards me and asks to kiss me. But before I could say anything his lips were enveloped by his lips. I thought for Christ sake...since when did it mean kiss me when a woman says she is feeling sick? I moved back to signal to stop and I thought because he did stop, he caught the hint. But no....he looks at me and says, "I have been wanting to do that for the last 30 min." At this point we had been there for 2 hours. So, um really only 30 minutes ago you felt the passion inside to want to kiss me, I thought. He then asked me to sit next to him. Thank God my friend texted me and could give me an excuse to not pay attention to him as I sat down next to him with my body turned away from him. I thought surely, he would recognize this body language.....or not as he started to kiss my neck and tell me how goo I smell and then go in for another kiss on the lips.

All I could think about was, what could I do to make him lose interest in me? What can I do? I was texting my friend all the while and he suggested that I say my pimp was looking for me, or just fart! I decided I needed a cigarette and confessed to him that I needed one and that I left my pack at home because I knew he hated smoke. He thought instead it was really cute and went for another kiss. I backed away this time and finally he asked, "does this make you uncomfortable?" I said, "yes, this is too fast for me, I do not kiss on the first date." He apologized and suggested we sit on the couch and talk. I really just wanted to go home...I really was not feeling good. But I humored him though. We sat on the couches and he started rubbing my back....ewe make my skin crawl...blah! I had to think quick...what do I do to make him lose interest quick?!!! I took the last gulp of my wine and started talking about my ex and pretended to get upset. He quickly stopped touching me, and his posture suddenly became very unrelaxed. I told him I needed a cigarette and that I need to start heading home because the train would stop running soon. He agreed!!! Thank fucking Jesus. So we walked up to the front to pay the tab when I remembered there was a ciggy machine in the toilet. I decided to just walk back and get me a pack. The damn machine wasn't working...I tried every brand and nothing. I was about to rip the damn thing off the wall. With no luck in getting my much needed fix after all this trauma...I decided to just return to the lumberjack and say goodbye.

When I walked to the front...he was gone! Holy shit...is he really gone? I don't have to deal with him anymore? Suddenly, I did not need a cigarette at all! I put on my headphones and proceeded to walk out and down the street. I was texting my friend when I looked up and saw him returning to the restaurant on his bike. I thought shit...does he really think he has a chance? He came over and I said, hey there you are with a forced smile! He said, "yes here I am. I was wondering what happened to you? I said, "oh? I just went to the toilet and to try and get ciggy's from the machine and it wasn't working " He said, this is embarrassing, but I thought you were trying to get out of paying your share."  My jaw hit the fucking ground and the rage was no longer laying dormant. I said, "excuse me...really? You think I should pay for my share? You asked me out on this date. You continued to order drink after drink for us re you fucking serious?" He said, " well yah. It was really only our first date. I probably should have been more clear about it, but yes where I come from we usually split the bill on the first date." I said, "aha...hence the term DUTCH! Well where I come from, when am man asks a girl out on a date and chooses restaurant..he pays." He said, "I am sorry". I pulled out my wallet and said, "you seriously want the money? Do you have change for 20?" I stuffed it into his hands and put the change into my wallet, when that little fucker went in for another kiss!!!! WTF I told him to get his shitty hands off of me and said...it is sad that you make the woman pay for anything once you realize you will not be getting laid...fuck off!

Thankfully...I never heard from Jasper again!



OFFICE SPACE

this morning I will meet a gentleman outside of his office building. He will have coffee ready for me as I strip down to my corset, straps, and fishnet stockings. He plans to fuck me against the window so that passer-by's on Kurfuerstendamm could see us. Then he wants me to suck his cock and have me on the conference table where I will squirt all over the mahogany. Sounds like the perfect way to start the day....before the rest of the employees start to arrive.

Update:
So on paper or better yet via email this guy was completely sell able. Not really my type, but still a good looking enough man. I arrived to his office punctually at 8:30 am, after a 45 minute bus transit and a 10 minute walk in the bitter cold. My feet were ice blocks by the time I got there. He did have coffee waiting for me as promised. However, he really did not speak much. I asked him why he chose my profile on Kaufmich.com and he responded, "because of my language and because I looked cute." He sat at his desk and told me to strip in front of the window. I removed by jeans and sweater to reveal my corset and fichnets with straps. I think by arriving looking normal and him seeing my transformation would make any man wonder what an ordinary woman on the bus or train might be wearing beneath the outer shell. This thought turned me on. After I removed my clothes he got up and touched my ass and turned me around and said he liked what he saw. He started to play with my tits and then pushed me down to the floor on my knees. He opened his pants and...wow....all I have to say is...it is really no wonder why he must pay for sex.

I would not normally think this about anyone in judgement, because everyone has his reasons...but beyond his cock...his demeanor and bedside manner were enough for me to really make this personal observation. He had the personality and sex appeal of a brick wall. I am very sympathetic and my personality feeds heavy on the personalities around me. His sucked me dry and left me nothing to go on. I sucked his little dick for a while and even deep throat him, if you could even deep throat 3 1/2 inches. I think he was a little insecure by me doing that, so he projected my head to rub the tip of his penis on the roof of my mouth. I though whatever floats his boat. He then pulled me up and bent me over his desk and started to rub his cock on my ass and then tried to insert himself inside of me. I had the condom ready in my bra that was sitting on the desk. I said, are you ready to fuck me? I mean really that was hint enough that I demand a rubber to be worn. He said hold on....go to the conference table...we have time! he bent me over and began to finger me and I did make myself cum, by imagining how it would feel to actually cum...he was good enough with his fingers and when I did not have to look at him. I then imagined what I looked like from his perspective and that actually was enough for me to get off. Then he was ready to fuck after he saw my cum flow down my legs. I opened the condom and put it on...worried it was too big.

He began to fuck me, making no sound, saying absolutely nothing, and I feeling NOTHING! He then turned me over and started finger fucking me again and I put myself back into my fantasy and again it was enough for me to spew! He seemed put of by it, even though "squirting" was what he wanted. He yelped in disappointment, "see now your just pissing!" I was irritated by that and I said no, this is my cum! I thought, Gd it would be nice to piss on this fucker though! He then said ok, you have made me all wet, now can I make you wet? Can I cum on your pussy? I said, you can cum on my muff but not "ON my pussy".  he asked me, so how should I do this. I said, "when you are about to cum, take off the condom and unload...and pointed on my muff." I thought, Jesus, this is a grown man and he is asking how to do this? WOW...anyway then as I thought he was about to cum, since he was completely void of expression, he takes off the condom and starts dry humping my pussy lips. I said, "if you are not ready to cum, either I will suck you or you jerk yourself off. I told you safe only, and that includes the outside of my pussy too!" He jerked it and then finished. He then asked me to clean his cock off with my mouth....so I I gave him one swoop and I was finished.

Then he said, well you should get going, people will be arriving soon and I have a busy day. I can for sure say, that was my plan....there is no such thing as pillow talk with this neanderthal. I grabbed my 100 euro, went to toilet to clean myself up and changed. He said, next time we should have more time! I said, yah...for sure...have a great day and left. Needless to say, I will not see him again and he is lucky I do not post an unsatisfactory review on his profile. I found his disregard for my boundaries on "100% safe sex" disgusting. I would not have unprotected sex for 500 euro/ hour. BLAHHHH But...it is done and over with!

I would love to have a do over with this scenario...meet in office, give good head ones desk, be fucked against the window and then on the conference table....just with someone with some enthusiasm, more creativity, and with a little more to offer than whining about getting cum on him!!!