"Will it even fit?"
"Hello there, my name's Frankie, lovely to meet you. Did you have any questions for me?"
Frankie gets a lot more air-time than I do. Is it really that weird to cancel on your friends so you can go to work? All my friends know what I do. Even my mother knows. I'm very liberal, as are those whom I keep close. But lately I've been told that I'm working too much. I'm getting sore. My feet are sore from wearing heels (which I hate having to do). My legs are sore from being positioned into crazy places like a bendy-straw. My butt is sore from spending hours at a time seated on a wooden bench when it's slow at work. My crotch is sore from when it's not slow at work. My back, my shoulders, my neck, all sore. Even my head, from wearing extensions. But my heart is not sore.
I recently have had a very serious and traumatic break-up. This is what spurred me into getting back to work. It's been somewhere between 5-3 weeks now, depending on how you look at it. I don't deal with difficulty very well. In that, I don't actually deal with it at all. I continue as though nothing happened. It's very difficult to continue when everything in your life is turned upside down within 2 hours. So I've thrown myself into work. Partly to get myself out of debt that my partner had incurred for 'us'. In a week I was paid up, but still I was working every day. Work was slow, 2 or 3 bookings would be the goal. It didn't feel like working, really. It was mostly sitting around chatting to the other ladies. Now I've saved up enough to move house, from one share house to another. Then undoubtedly, I will be having to save for x, y & z.
I feel very lonely. I can't exactly go out dating. "You look great!" "Thanks, I just came straight for work, well, I had cum all over my neck but I wiped it off on the way, have you ordered drinks yet?". I can't tell anyone what I do on a first date. When is it ok to tell them? You couldn't just not tell them. Unless you knew it wasn't going anywhere. But then why bother dating in the first place? I'm sure this is a very general problem, and you've not come to the blog of a whore to hear your own relationship problems echoed. If you have, of course, you're welcome.
I am deeply confused. I am hurt. I am fragile. Frankie is not. Is it really so bad to let her take the reigns for a while? Perhaps my loved ones are worried that I won't ever want to take back control, or won't be able to. Perhaps they're worried that I'll be too sore, and perhaps injured, if I keep this up. Perhaps they just miss me. I know I can learn how to live a balanced life.
Will it even fit?
It will with enough lube ;D