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...

Desperate times...

Laura's Try Not to Cum Challenge

After a mammoth 13 months from conception to completion, my latest movie project is finally here! Just in time for the end of No Nut November and a chance to really put the determination of any No Nut November participants to the test.

Why is that? Because it's my very own Try Not To Cum Challenge. Do you have the stamina to make it all the way to the end for the massive climax? Why not give it ago and find out for yourself.

And if you are a Lovense owner and would like an augmented experience, I've got you covered. Download the movie and import it into the Lovense Media Player (https://www.lovense.com/sextoys/download), then look under public patterns to find what I have prepared for; a fully synchronised vibe experience that perfectly matches the wanking instructions in the movie.

If you've not got a Lovense toy yet, then Black Friday (i.e. today!) is the perfect time to treat yourself. Head over to https://www.lovense.com/r/6cyu5l to make an order that you will not regret!

Or you could just use your hand... its up to you!

Anyway, back to the movie... It has been a mammoth 13months from conception to completion with more than a few hiccups along the way, ranging from technical issues, to casting issues and on to personal tragedies. But, in the end, it seems that a desire to torment those poor guys with their swollen balls all full of cum was exactly the motivation I needed to finally get it finished.

Of course, none of this would have been possible without the many kind performers who donated a little bit of their time to my project without really having an idea what they were signing up for. I am so, so grateful to each and everyone of them for helping see this through to the end. Some of them have had to wait over 7 months to finally get the chance to find out what it was really all about. I just hope that their patience with me to get it finished (I'm sure some must have started to wonder if it would ever see the light of day) was worth it.

A time to give spanks

Whilst our friends in the US send today enjoying a nice turkey dinner, the rest of us can make do with having a Happy Spanksgiving instead.

Of course, there are some high-skilled spankers who are able to combine both Spanksgiving and Thanksgiving by leaving a rather turkey-shaped hand print on the bare ass of the one that is lucky enough to be receiving the spanking from them. If that is a trick that you can do, then I applaud you.

That's a wrap!

Not only have I managed to get the final scene in my movie in the can, but Steph also dropped by to help me reshoot one of the first bits of footage that I ever shot for the movie.

Back then I was thinking that I would shoot most of the scenes myself, perhaps with a few cameos from good friends. But as I slowly assembled all of the footage, I realised that there was still maybe a little bit more of me in the final cut than I wanted. Steph was kind enough to step in to help me rectify that.

And then Amelia was on hand to do the honours of filming the very last scene. In a first for me, she wanted to keep going after I had said "cut!". I like to think that the scene got her nicely turned on and that's why she was still feeling frisky. Or perhaps she just loves to suck cock.

Anyway, the final cut is now assembled and rendered out all ready for release on Friday. All I have to do is figure out how aggressively I'm going to have to scale it down in order to make the upload limit for Naughty Machinima. We will definitely be saying goodbye to all that 1080p, 60 fps goodness. Hopefully the XVideos upload should at least maintain 60 fps even if I have to drop it to 720p.

So yeah, those are going to be the two places where you'll be able to find my long overdue movie. Can't wait for you to all finally see what I've spent so long working on.

Teaser time

I'll just leave this here...

The end is in sight

Fuck me, it's been a busy day! Up at the crack of dawn to prepare for a movie shoot with Anthony, Laura and Nicolette. It was pretty damn hot and ended with a lot of cum. And I mean a LOT of cum!

Then, this evening I had back to back shoots with Max pulling double duty in both. First doing a hot fuck scene with LadyLadatina before then getting a sloppy blowjob from Betty Boo. Impressive stamina, if you ask me.

And all of that means that I now only have one last scene to shoot! So get ready for a teaser trailer to drop sometime tomorrow and the final thing to release next Friday.

It's been a long, and at times stressful, production but the end is in sight and I'm so excited for everyone to finally get to see it. Especially everyone who was kind enough to give me some of their time to appear in it. Some of the scenes have been quite abstract, leaving the performers with little idea of what their own scenes will actually look like. That means the likes of Jess and Reena will have had to wait something like 8 months to find out. I really hope I don't let anyone down with this!

Speaking out in Sugarmag

As someone who has been very vocal in advocating for breast cancer awareness, I was recently asked for my thoughts on an opinion piece that had been written about Pink October. In only occasionally skim through the magazine that it was published in and hadn't bothered with this particularly issue. But, since I was being asked about it, I assumed it must be noteworthy for some reason and went looking for it. I can honestly say I was not at all prepared for what I read...

There were a whole range of emotions. Firstly there was sadness that someone would feel the need to write such a spiteful article. I didn't put anything more than that into as I know the author is well-known for whinging and complaining about everything and seemingly is only happy when there is something to be outraged about.

But I couldn't help but read it again. And again. And again. Each time I just got more and more angry.

Let me be very clear, I was not angry because someone did not want to support a cause that I am very passionate about. Not actively supporting it does not make someone a bad or evil person. My problem here is that someone was that someone was actively speaking against and claiming it was bad to make an effort to save lives. I, unequivocally, condemn this article in the strongest possible way.

I believe that writers and editors have have a powerful platform to reach people. And I believe they are obliged to use that platform in good faith. This is exactly what this article did not do. It is a bunch of mistruths and disingenuous claims that are demonstrably false. That is, of course, what happens when people present these bad faith arguments just to fulfil their need to be a contrarian and dissenting voice. The arguments come from a place either complete ignorance or wilful deceit.

A case in point; the author spoke on how heart disease is more of a concern in her region so why is that not being spoken about instead. If she really as conscientious about that cause as she tries to portray, she would be aware that February is Heart Health Month. I wonder if she will be promoting that when it comes round next year? I think we all know the answer to that one...

That is what truly made me incandescent with rage. The abuse of an editors position to actively try to discourage others for be conscious their own wellbeing the wellbeing of their loved ones simple for her own gratification. I actually found it deeply upsetting at how irresponsible the views expressed in it were and how dangerous they could be.

What also disgusts me is the authors callous attempts to misrepresent breast cancer awareness as nothing more than a marketing campaign with no benefit. To trivialise the hard work of the many that donate their time to it and the suffering of the unfortunate sufferers it aims to help is beyond heartless.

Really, it is no more than tabloid trash and I pray that others see it for what it is. Something that is just there to get a reaction. However, in this post-Trump world that we live in, we are all too familiar with how powerful the media can be at convincing people of untruths, which they unquestioningly take at face value and accept. 

That is what really fuelled my fire to speak out about this. Trust me, I could have said a whole lot more on the subject during what was supposed to be a quick interview on it. In the end, I eventually forced myself to stop ranting. My fear being that if the interview went on for too long, it may get cut due to the amount of space it would take up. 

Oh, and you can be sure that I will not being reading that publication against whilst that editor is still associated with it.

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Production resumes

After a 6 month hiatus, I've finally managed to resume shooting on my long overdue movie project. Max Man and Steph helped me get things back under way. I've got another couple of shoots lined up this week and then I will be almost done.

Really need to push myself to get it completed so I've set myself a hard deadline of the end of November for reasons that will become clear in due course. That's definitely given me the kick up the butt I need to get things going again.

Fingers crossed, I may even be able to drop a teaser trailer before the end of the week. And, believe me, it will literally tease you... in a naughty way of course!

Fans and celebs

A girlies night out with Jess and, a bit later Amanda, at Velvet turned out to be quite eventful. Well, OK and Jess' husband Chris too but whatever. Anyway, it started out normal enough. Just a regular night out dancing in a crowded night club.

Not much to write home about until one of Jess' many fans approached and explained in, some might say excessive detail, how many times he had cum to her saucy pics on Twitter. A big compliment for sure, if you ask me. I can only hope that some of my fans have managed to nut to some of my content. OK, OK, I'm being modest because a few have told me that they have. And all I can say is to that is "mission accomplished!".

Anyway, from there things only got naughtier. Whilst lamenting that is still cannot find any panties with Lovense printed on the bum for when doing my Buzz My Butt sessions, Jess mused that there was another way I could Lovense. Borrowing an on-brand, pink sharpie from Amanda, Jess ordered me to drop my skirt so she could scrawl the Lovense logo directly onto my butt instead.

I'm really not sure if she expected me to comply but, calling her bluff, I did as ordered. After unzipping myskirt, I gave my hips a little wiggle and it feel to the floor, revealing my skimpy undergarments. And with much delight Jess did the deed and decorated my butt with a Lovense logo.

But then, with me proudly standing there in the middle of the dancefloor with my butt out for all to see, in strode celebrity designer, Lisa,. And she only went and made a beeline for right by Jess, Amanda and I.

Oh, the embarrassment of having my butt out in front of such an honoured local celeb. I quickly yoinked my skirt back up and pretended like nothing happened. Maybe that was a hasty move though, as Lisa may well have been admiring my posterior. With it now covered up again, she trotted off to explore the rest of the club. Of course, I get tabs on her and made absolutely sure to get some pics of her.

And that was about it until I got a call to direct a quick porn shoot and had to dash off to meet my performers...