Natasha-Vip

Does anyone want to come date me in #wilmington near #sanpedro #losangeles ?

$150 QV

$200- Incall hhr

$300- Outcall

$400-Greek covered or bbbj

$600- Cream Pie Hour

: One of my rules is "no kissing ". Its risky, hard to price, and Im still heart broken over my ex.

For a while, it was hard to even take a date. When i slept with someone, it would make me physically ill. I attributed it to loving this past person more than anything in the world. And it was true, I did. I refused to consider dating other people. I still refuse to accept defeat. It hurts majorly, but I know that he was and is the greatest love of my life. Waiting for his return isnt an option, it just is the only way. Im not obsessed - Im stubborn and i know what i want.

Quite a few clients have asked for me to kiss them. But im not here to cater to their every need. I provide a service, and if thats not enough then, they should get a girlfriend.

Tonight, a new regular client who is 19, got me to break my rule somehow. Unfortunately I again found myself thinking about my past and feeling sick to my stomach with each kiss. It felt like inwas betraying myself and my ex even though its literally been five years.

Boundaries and knowing oneself is really important when you share your body for a living. Plus keeping special things for that one special person still means a lot to me.

I may be an escort, but if i could would be his wifey ( any kind of his liking ) whos never even had anyone else lay a hand on her.

So no more kissing until I get what i want and know I deserve. Here's to hoping, dreaming, and manifesting .... signed one stubborn yet patient romantic.

(No emo) but I am addicted to the creepiness that I often find floating around me. The inner knowing that something dark is happening. Its not the best state of mind to live in, yet i am starting to love drowning myself in it.

It makes my stomach drop as if i were not sober. I usually wake up and wonder whether this is hell and heaven on earth or are we alive. And not because I think im dead, but because my life has been so mysteriously magical, that My brain thinks " isnt this only possible in some sort of an after life situation"

For example..... My bed was moving so much by itself for the last few months that i have now gotten over the jumping off frightened stage and now assume i cuddle with an invisible bed dwelling alien/ vampire....😶 weird, but never the less a possibility

: One of my rules is "no kissing ". Its risky, hard to price, and Im still heart broken over my ex.

For a while, it was hard to even take a date. When i slept with someone, it would make me physically ill. I attributed it to loving this past person more than anything in the world. And it was true, I did. I refused to consider dating other people. I still refuse to accept defeat. It hurts majorly, but I know that he was and is the greatest love of my life. Waiting for his return isnt an option, it just is the only way. Im not obsessed - Im stubborn and i know what i want.

Quite a few clients have asked for me to kiss them. But im not here to cater to their every need. I provide a service, and if thats not enough then, they should get a girlfriend.

Tonight, a new regular client who is 19, got me to break my rule somehow. Unfortunately I again found myself thinking about my past and feeling sick to my stomach with each kiss. It felt like inwas betraying myself and my ex even though its literally been five years.

Boundaries and knowing oneself is really important when you share your body for a living. Plus keeping special things for that one special person still means a lot to me.

I may be an escort, but if i could would be his wifey ( any kind of his liking ) whos never even had anyone else lay a hand on her.

So no more kissing until I get what i want and know I deserve. Here's to hoping, dreaming, and manifesting .... signed one stubborn yet patient romantic.

(No emo) but I am addicted to the creepiness that I often find floating around me. The inner knowing that something dark is happening. Its not the best state of mind to live in, yet i am starting to love drowning myself in it.

It makes my stomach drop as if i were not sober. I usually wake up and wonder whether this is hell and heaven on earth or are we alive. And not because I think im dead, but because my life has been so mysteriously magical, that My brain thinks " isnt this only possible in some sort of an after life situation"

For example..... My bed was moving so much by itself for the last few months that i have now gotten over the jumping off frightened stage and now assume i cuddle with an invisible bed dwelling alien/ vampire....😶 weird, but never the less a possibility

(No emo) but I am addicted to the creepiness that I often find floating around me. The inner knowing that something dark is happening. Its not the best state of mind to live in, yet i am starting to love drowning myself in it.

It makes my stomach drop as if i were not sober. I usually wake up and wonder whether this is hell and heaven on earth or are we alive. And not because I think im dead, but because my life has been so mysteriously magical, that My brain thinks " isnt this only possible in some sort of an after life situation"

For example..... My bed was moving so much by itself for the last few months that i have now gotten over the jumping off frightened stage and now assume i cuddle with an invisible bed dwelling alien/ vampire....😶 weird, but never the less a possibility

Does anyone want to come date me in #wilmington near #sanpedro #losangeles ?

$150 QV

$200- Incall hhr

$300- Outcall

$400-Greek covered or bbbj

$600- Cream Pie Hour

Kidnapping Twats

A.k.a. FUCK YOU DEPARTMENT OF CHILDREN AND FAMILY SERVICES 👍

I have lived in an la county ODR mental health and homeless housing program. They teach us sobreity and re-introduce us into society. I got pregnant while I was a client and finished my program while staying at a maternity house. I ahd been sober for longer than ever before. I was a great mom and took all the parenting classes offered & more. But then they kidnapped my child because I was electrocuted & missed one court date because my infant son had a fever .

Now that my son is gone, im no longer sober, I keep smoking meth, Its like coffee to me. I literally might as well drink coffee. But i keep answering my damn doorbell or the constant knocking from people who live in my apartment complex. I didnt have this problem a few months ago. I was a normal, albeit fat, ugly mom who spent all day taking care of her baby.

The first month we moved in, our direct neighbor started a fire in his apartment. Ours flooded. Then the electrical problems ensued. I got electrocuted, Instead of calling an ambulance I sat in the house managers car. They saw me starting at my burnt hands but decided to claim I hallucinated getting electrocuted. I hate people.

Then they said the building wasnt safe when its a brand new apartment building; you need to be logged for facial recognition to get into the building.

Long story short, they decided they would rather me loose my child then face me in court. They said the security guard could "see my baby had a wet diaper " that night.

So now, I sit here and smoke meth and sell my body and cry randomly at how fucked your "legal kidnapping by the department of children and familiy services" world is.

He lost 13 pounds in their care and i said he would be better off coming home with me and now i have to visit him at a police station.

So now that you kidnapped my son, Im a meth head and cant even test for you because you took away the love of my life . And, as a previously homeless person with rape and violent trauma ptsd, you now expect me to stay strong and carry on ?

FUCK YOUR SYSTEM. ASS-TWATS.

LMFAO