Including Britney Markham, Bee Armitage, Mandy Mitchell, and of course yours truly Bella Bellucci!
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~BB~
So I go to this bar and I start drinking and playing pool and one thing leads to another… the next thing I know I hear ‘last call’ yelled from across the bar. As I order another drink I notice that I didn’t bring enough cash to cover my tab. Oh shit.
But then I look across the bar and I realize it’s all good because the bartender is a hottie and I love the chicas, so I figure, ‘ok, I bet I can work out a deal with this girl. She looks horny enough and men usually do a shitty job eating pussy, so maybe I can earn my inebriation, right?’
So we start talking and it looks like I’m going to be plenty of use to that luscious poon, and then she drops the bombshell. No poon. Just a big, hard lollicock! At this point I’m even more turned on than before. She leads me to the pool table so that I can settle up and I suck her off like a bitch in heat. I even give her a hell of a tip: ‘for the best experience, shoot that load right on my face!’
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OK. I understand that quantity is the name of the game in the TS porn biz and I know a lot of you guys complain when there are less than 100 photos or so per set. I also understand that many TS girls, myself included, have a few more unflattering angles than most GG’s and that most shots, even the bad ones, need to be used. I mean, in my case I’ve been shot in questionable lighting, from a hard side profile, up my nose (yes, really), in shadows, etc. And that’s fine. Every shot can’t be 100%, but seriously, what I don’t understand is why the worst photos seem to always get used as promotional material for new sets. What’s up with that? I’m at the point where I feel my best shots are taken with my own point and shoot camera!
… but it was just a pretty little white one. I said I’d be available for more blogging. Well, I haven’t been. I’ve been busy with real life issues like making money and replacing my roommate YET again among other things.
Thanksgiving was fun. I made a lasagna for lunch and had a neighbor over to share it (after a few last minute cancellations, that is – thanks a lot people!). I spent dinnertime with my son and my would-be boyfriend (don’t ask, it’s complicated) at his house. Mmm. Fried turkey! And Claim Jumper’s Chocolate Silk pies were 50% off at Ralph’s. In a momentarily lapse of reason I only bought one – but I did eat most of it myself! I’ve put on 10 pounds so far this holiday season and I’m OK with that. I’ll lose it in the spring like I usually do. I tend to go into a bit of hibernation mode this time of year. Maybe I was a bear in another life? Watch out, here I come Steven Colbert!
Oh, and I’ve been fighting with the neighbor at the end of the hall (real life drama makes HA seem tame!). She tried to ‘befriend’ me but it didn’t work out. I put ‘befriend’ in quotes because this was really just one of those leeches looking to suck the life blood out of me because I was trusting enough (or stupid enough, depending on whom you ask) to dare out myself as TS (which is why I do it so rarely). Well lady, check this out: I was born male, but despite that fact, I wasn’t born stupid (just kidding guys, lol)! It’s all good though. I got what I wanted out of our little mini-relationship and I’m moving right along… right after I change my phone number so you’ll stop stalking me of course. Get a life, deadbeat. It’s not my fault that you’ve burned everyone out around here.
I’M GOING TO DISN… Oh wait, I already practically live at Disney. Let’s try that again, shall we?
I’M GOING TO THE TRANS-FETISH BALL!
Yay!
(Adult industry types may contact me for guest list info at bellabellucci@ymail.com)
I’m also working hard personally editing my recent set for Bob’s T-girls which look pretty hot so far (unless I fuck ‘em up! lol). The theme is: housewife working in the kitchen and playing with her ‘toys’ so to speak. I may look a little disheveled from all of that domestic choring but that doesn’t mean that later I won’t want to fuck as if I were whoring. 
