My name is Elise.
Fine–that was a lie.
The following, however, is not a lie:
I love to make shitty, talentless doodles on my tablet PC.
I love to write. I love my life. I love sex.
I love to write about my life and sex.
My life is abnormal. My sexual encounters are abnormal. Hell, my completely normal non-sexual encounters end up becoming abnormal sexual encounters. It keeps life intriguing, but occasionally things just get goofy around these parts. That’s why I started this blog. I don’t know if people will believe it and I don’t really care. The only things I plan on lying about are names and places, and I think that’s fair enough.
I’m your run-of-the-mill 20-something college sorostitute with heavy interests in BDSM, independent music, Jagermeister, overachieving and tech-culture. Born on the east coast, raised in a moving van, and temporarily transplanted in the midwest until I complete university–that’s the current state of things, I suppose. I enjoy things like Sony Ericsson phones, accessorizing, gratuitous movie gore, the entertainment value of pornography, dancing like it matters, giving blowjobs, and working overtime. I indulge in Serie A calcio (forza Roma) and soccer in general. American football and basketball are also boss.
I believe simultaneously in personal freedom and consideration of others; of freedom of speech and thoughtful tact; of wholehearted sincerity and standards of social interaction.
I’ve slept with more people than I can count on my fingers and toes, and no–I do not have an STD (I’m tested regularly, actually). I’m kink-friendly, but far from a pervert. I’m dominant, but am willing to play switch for the right man. I am sexually liberated, but terrified of love. I’ve seen a lot of shit, but carry little emotional baggage. I’m cocky as shit, but who can blame me for being realistic and honest? 
I enjoy the way men gaze up at me as they entrust me with their pleasure and their pain.
My name is Elise. Meh, we both know that was a lie. Nice to meet you anyway. Drope me a line; I’d love to get to know you. Maybe.
and tomorrow: I walked in on a guy trying to stick his own dick in his ass. You can’t even make that shit up.
