Winter Wonderland

The festive season is upon us once more. It truly is my favourite time of the year because it is a time for all of us to show one another just a little bit more love, compassion and kindness.

In no year before in my lifetime, has that been more true than this year. With 2020 and 2021 decimated by a global pandemic many of us have suffered terrible isolation, unable to be with family and friends. Many of us have suffered great lose and sorrow. And many of us just need to be reassured that we are not alone and that we are really part of one big family.

For this reason, this year Xanar has tried to send us all a message of love and togetherness, reminding us that Christmas is a time for unite and spread a positive message to both our loved ones and complete strangers who we have never met before.

Although a simple gesture, hopefully this video can serve as a reminder to all of us that no matter where in the world we are, what race, religion, political leaning or sexual orientation we may be, we are all one people with one shared aspiration; to live our best lives.

Please, share some love and kindness this holiday season.

P.S. Try to spot me in the video!

A new place to call home

Still no message from the Squirt Game organisers to indicate when I'll be picked up to take part. And it seemed like things were going from bad to worse for me when local law enforcement turned up at Quickies to move me along.

As I aimlessly wandered the local highways looking for a new spot to call my home, I came upon this junkyard. In truth, being forced to leave Quickies may have been a blessing in disguise.

Within this junkyard I found myself an abandoned shack so I now have a roof over my head. Also, there are plenty of old oil barrels that make convenient places to start a fire to huddle round to keep warm.

Of course, I'm still being forced to provide sexual favours to make money to feed myself. The only problem is a distinct lack of vending machines in the junkyard for me to spend my earnings in.

My shack has welcomed plenty of horny guys already. There are also plenty of other shacks with holes in their makeshift walls that I can use as improvised gloryholes. Some of the discarded cars and trucks have also provided convenient places to fuck and suck; both the front seats and the backs of the pickup trucks.

It does raise a very valid question though; why are there so many horny guys roaming around in a junkyard in the middle of nowhere? I won't complain, but it is quite puzzling to me.

Preparing for the Squirt Game

Of course, with the future of my home and belongings on the line, it would be foolish of me not to do some training ahead of this Squirt Game that I will be competing in.

I may be penniless but my gym membership was pre-paid for the entire year so I can still go for a good workout and keep my body in shape. And, with the only other thing to keep me occupied during the day being servicing truckers who stick their boners through the gloryhole in the side of the toilet stall at Quickies, I have plenty of free time to work on my fitness. Yup, if the game is reliant on physical prowess, I should be in with a great chance to win!

But, I don't want to neglect my mental sharpness either. You never know, cunning and speed of thought may also be key qualities that will pay dividends in coming out on top of the other competitors. A nice period of meditation should help with that. I will have my wits about me and be able to stay calmer under pressure. Another winning combination.

Just waiting for the message to tell me where to meet my masked van driver who is in no way sinister. Nope, not sinister at all. Just a hard working volunteer obediently doing a very wholesome job. Yup that's it... 

A break from sleeping rough

Last night was booked into my diary as a TV night with Amanda long before my shameful eviction. Since I no longer had a place of my own to watch TV... or a TV, for that matter... Amanda invited me over to her quaint little cabin to watch the documentary with her.

Not only was this a most welcome change of scenery from the filthy back alley that I've been calling home for the last few days, but it was an ideal opportunity to take advantage of some of Amanda's home comforts.

Firstly, I know that she stocks the place full of snacks and treats so this would be my chance to eat something other than stale crisps from a vending machine. But, more importantly, it would give me chance to uses her washing machine to give the tracksuit that I have been living in for the last few days a wash. I won't lie to you... it had become a bit stinky and stained!

My plan to wear nice, fresh smelling clothes, if only for a little while, quickly unravelled when Amanda made the revelation that she doesn't actually own a washing machine, preferring instead to hand wash her clothes in the nearby stream.

With mere minutes left before the documentary was due to begin, I stripped down to my underwear and gave my tracksuit a quick scrub in the bitterly cold stream. And, as the intro credits began to roll, I dashed back inside to carefully hang my tracksuit top and bottoms in front of the fire to dry while we enjoyed the show.

An hour later, they were not only nice and dry, but also toasty warm. I had also polished off a tube of Pringles that Amanda had left out to snack on, as well as a couple of slices of pizza that she had left over from the night before. Good times!

As a final bonus, Amanda let be crash in her cabin for the night to get some respite from the bitter cold outside. I absolutely did not need a second invitation and snuggled up on her soft and comfy bed for the best night sleep I'd had in days.

How I ended up here

It all began several years ago when i have the good fortune to win a rather substantial sum of money on the Lottery. I'll keep the exact amount to myself but it was more than sufficient to pay for the small island that I have been calling home ever since.

Despite being able to live a more than comfortable lifestyle, I have worked hard in the intervening years to subsidise the remainder of my lottery money with various streams of income. The ones you may be aware of are renting out my spare room to Airbnb guests and performing as a camgirl.

However, both of those feel like very transient forms of income that could disappear at any moment. Say, if there was a global pandemic or something like that. And, for that reason, I have re-invested as much of those earnings as possible into investment funds to try to make that money continue working for me and earning more. Letting my earnings sit in a bank with the miserable interest rates currently available is really only going to earn pennies, after all.

Of course, as is only sensible when investing the sums of money that I was, I did my due diligence to find a very reputable company to manage my investments and take the burden of monitoring them of my shoulders. The one I choose to go with was extremely well thought of with many very impressive endorsements.

Sadly for me, they did have one bad egg amongst their many very competent staff and I ended up being his mark. For years, I thought he was looking out for my best interests so I was completely blind to him embezzling my money and leaving my account without a penny in it.

I only learned of this when the taxman came calling with a rather hefty unpaid bill that I could no longer afford to pay and the police notified my that the rogue investment manager had gone on the run with all of his ill-gotten earnings.

And that bring us to the here and now...

Evicted from my island, I now call this alley behind a Quickies truckstop restroom my home. To feed myself, I am forced to provide sexual favours to horny truckers. In return, I get a handful of loose change to shovel into the truckstop's vending machines for some snacks that are almost certainly months past their eat by date. 

The favours mostly involve giving blowjobs or handjobs through the gloryhole in the side of one of the restroom stalls, but some big spenders who are also willing to buy me a coffee can come out back to get the "VIP" treatment. That's the fancy way of saying they get a quick fuck.

It's not all bad though. I have a pretty comfortable couch to lounge around on. You just have to be careful to avoid all of the numerous stains that are of questionable origins. Also, there are ample showering facilities inside the truckstop and, thanks to padlock on the backdoor being broken, I can take advantage of those whenever I fancy. So, even if my clothes are a bit stinky, I can keep myself at least somewhat fresh.

And, finally, there is a friendly raccoon who stops by a few times each day to rummage around in the dumpster. I've named him Burt. I'm moderately sure he doesn't have rabbies.

Luckily, I think there is a way that I can make a quick fortune which will be more than enough to pay off my debt to the taxman and get my island back. Apparently, all I have to do is play something called the Squirt Game. No idea what it entails but it definitely sounds fun and wholesome with a great prize at the end.  

And the organisers have been kind enough to send me the uniform ahead of time which is very fortune considering I was not able to bring any changes of clothes with me when I was unceremoniously evicted. I'm not normally a tracksuit type of girl but beggars cannot be choosers. At least, it is a rather nice teal colour. I've always been a fan of a nice bit of teal.

Yup, I think things will be back on track very soon...