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Wednesday 25 November 2015

Blab! Nov 25th

Come hang with us! Ask questions on any of the topics at hand, or anything we bring up in the mean time!

https://blab.im/kinte-video-games-writing-sex-chronic-illness-mental-health



After the show comments from Angie:

Wow, guys. I really didn't expect to get deep enough to start the water works. I won't apologize for the tears, but I do apologize for losing my temper. It's one of the things I struggle the most with. My mind would rather get angry than cry. Stupid reaction, but it comes with old programming. Charlette (pronounced with a hard K) and I have made peace, I promise, so just fast forward to where we're not sniping at each other if that's a trigger for you. We went back to talking educational topics after that.


Here are the links that I remembered to write down, and what they were about. And a list of people I am now following, thanks to this convo. Anyone who feels left out, please leave info/links in the comments and I will amend. Thanks all!

Links:

Handy NaNoWriMo/Writing group on Facebook!

Debt Sheperd: Personal Finance Education

The Carmen Online Radio Theater Group

Hard Requitals Official Trailer

Study Pinpoints Time of Day for Suicides

Angie's Favourite Writer Podcaster

Wiki For Degenerative Disc Disease

Wiki for Fibromyalgia

Now Following:

@LettesChat

@DebtShepherd



Thursday 19 November 2015

Update! Nov, 2015

Well boys and girls! It's been a helluva ride this calendar year!

 I've been battling chaos and drama at every turn, which of course, is no good for the Fibromyalgia, so I've been battling physical and emotional symptoms on that front as well.

However, as the year begins drawing to a close, I think it's time to look back at the small things that I've learned while dabbling in the wide world of the Net, and figure out how I can put them to work in my favour in the coming year!

Most recently, and likely most useful, was the introduction of Blab! to my universe, courtesy of Kinte of Indy Radio dot Org.

What an awesome tool! It feels like the advantages of Face Time or Google Hangouts with the recording and archiving possibilities of YouTube and the like! I still have to read the TOS to see how far MiLash and co can take it while we hang out and take your questions, but suffice it to say that I can see us having a LOT of fun online in the coming days!

Heck, maybe I'll even get brave and try to get a few minutes here and there with some of my Geek and Kink idols! *fan-girl swoon!*

For now, to watch the video which broke my Blab cherry, click here!

Don't forget to Follow and Subscribe so you can get notifications when we get up to fresh antics!

As always, you input is welcome! Comment here, or email me at TheNerdyCompanion@Gmail.Com

Stay tuned, folks! It can only get better from here!

Special mentions: (I know! I'm missing tons! But I'm new at this production notes thing!)

Olaf Barbosa @OlafBarbosa

Kinte @KinteF

Yardley @militant_marker (His unfortunate illness was how I got tagged to be online that night!)

Chris @TnerdT

Links of interest from the night:

US Presidents

Quit Smoking Like A Boss

Semi Core Studios

Indy Radio on Spreaker

All Things Kinte











Monday 4 May 2015

Trolling For Cammers

Hi There! My name is Angie Nash!

If you have clicked a link that bought you here, it is because I am advertising paid cam work! I'm currently working from an unverified Chaturbate profile (need my passport to become verified and accept tokens/tips!). However, you can Follow me there to receive emails when I'm online! You can donate via paypal, by sending an email to TheNerdyCompanion@gmail.com, or you can buy me something from my Amazon Wishlist!

Thank you for your time and patronage! To see samples of my sexy self, check out more of my blog posts, or see me on Twitter!

Wednesday 29 April 2015

Making a Global Difference

Whilst sitting in bed playing Minecraft last night, while my Boyfriend chatted at sexy girls with the ChatIW messenger program, something on the TV sparked a discussion about Global Relief Charities. I got on my high horse, and declared that I was stunned to the point of being pissed off, that a particular demographic was being left out of the opportunity to make a global difference.

Let me take a few paragraphs to expound on that very broad statement.

I will admit that I am the kind of person who prefers to get my World Event updates via social media, for the simple fact that I can choose to simply skip by the stuff that either annoys or terrifies me. Being an Empath, I have a low threshold for other people's pain. When confronted with too many atrocities at once, it makes me physically ill. Adding to the mix that I have a chronic illness which dictates its terms to both my brain and my body based on the level of physical, mental, or emotional stress that I am under, and you can see why I may choose the role of the ostrich when it comes to details about things like the Baltimore Riots, the ongoing strife in Uganda, the Ebola outbreak, the Earth Quake in Nepal, and so many other tragic World Events.

I will also admit that, again, largely due to being to ill to stay informed, I have not voted for the better part of a decade. Kind of hard to keep up on who is swinging which way in Parliament, when I'm too busy trying to but one foot in front of the other without walking out in front of a bus.

Anyway! Our lively debate was largely based on my opinion that there are not enough blatant opportunities for the Digital Revolutionaries (AKA, the generation who walk around with their faces glued to their social media, with no Earthly idea what is going on overseas if it doesn't involve Prince William, or the release day line ups in Japan for the latest iPhone) to click on a button to donate to organizations that help in Global Relief Efforts such as UNICEF, The Red Cross, the WHO (no, not the Who, the World Health Organization), Doctors Without Borders, The Red Crescent (the Muslim version of the Red Cross), Save The Children, and Many MANY more.

Based on my casual observations, through the lens of both a consumer, and a marketer, it is my opinion that there need to be more Viral, or Bright and Shiny advertisements giving this demographic something to spend their money on that is making a difference in the World Beyond The Screen. Just look at the Ice Bucket Challenge last summer, geared towards raising funds and awareness for ALS. Now, granted, that the challenge was not always done according to the original idea behind it, nor did many even understand that ALS was a degenerative illness, and not American Sign Language. However, that did not stop the ALS foundations from receiving a massive influx of donations! All fueled by the engine that is Social Media!

My soulless ginger of a boyfriend and I ended up agreeing to disagree as to whether flashy catch and grab opportunities will help or hinder the relief efforts in the long run. He maintains that it could lead to a desensitization to what opportunities there are, to the point of people just ignoring hte ads along with the other zillion of ads that we are inundated with as we surf the Web. I still say that a solution now is help now, and that the problem of desensitization is the problem of tomorrows marketing experts.

Me being me, A mover and shaker, and a Do'er by nature, I have decided to put my money where my mouth is. I intend to brain storm to come up with Ice Bucket Challenge level awesomeness to help tap the rich vein of Charitable Donations residing in the bank accounts and pockets of my fellow Digital Revolutionary. And what better platform to start with than my own Twitter Feed and Cam Shows? After all, we all know that Sex Sells ;)

With that in mind, please keep your eyes peeled for suggestions on how to seize YOUR opportunity to make a global difference, as either a fellow Consumer, or a fellow Social Media Guru ;)

For now, if you wish to donate to The Red Cross, please CLICK HERE.

Tuesday 31 March 2015

The Year of the Red Head

I sort of have this tradition of doing drastic things to my hair whenever there is a major upheaval in my Love Life. So as I traded in a couple of my old Poly Partners for newer models, I decided to try something a little different with my hair, with input from my harem ;)

Here's what we went with.



















Beggars and Choosers

People wonder why we, sex workers, get so pissed off when people ask for advice, suggestions, opinions, references, etc, and all for free. Well, your first clue is that we are professionals. You take us seriously because we take ourselves seriously. Asking us for freebies is asking us to bow to hypocrisy and stop taking ourselves seriously, which would be behaviour not worthy of your respect, which would negate you having been interested in our 'help' to begin with. Are you following me, here?

You don't go the the gas station and expect get just enough gas to get home, for free. You don't go to the rib joint down the street and expect them to just hand over their recipe, with their blessing. You don't expect a stranger to drop everything they are currently doing to help you get your business off the ground. So WHY ARE YOU ASKING THIS OF US?!?!?!

Prime example:

So, yesterday, I got a couple of tweets from someone that was representing themselves as a bottom. Came across as male. I cannot recall if their profile listed a gender. Today, I log back on to discover that this person has now decided to try their hand at being a FemDomme, tagging me in a post inviting me to "dominate the worst thing that god made... You know what's that hunnn ... Male Dogs... Hehehe"

In my experience, this person is not a FemDomme, but a person looking to be humiliated without having to pay for the privilege. They chose the wrong person to scream at them, however, as my personal tactics are generally more highbrow than that. There is a chance that I am wrong, and that this was, indeed, a female switch simply going about things the extremely wrong way. Either way, here is our exchange, unedited, for your edification. I apologize in advance for inflicting the poor grammar on you.
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Username: cruel mistress @mistress_2

Me: I'm not sure who you think you are, to go from barely coherent posts about being a slave, and my slave, at that, to claiming to be "the only Goddess on this Earth", but you've irked me. I, and many of us who claim professional status, take our jobs seriously. We have put in time with training, image, marketing, etc. Where does that leave you?

Her?: I don't do it for money sake... Its all for myself my attitude my ego n my aleg satisfaction

Me: yes? And? You still haven't answered the question as to what it is that you want from me?

Her?: Its a lifestyle I believe should be worldwide but due to my parents name n fame I have to do it from behind Curtin
I wish you to be with me as friend
Just want to learn all this with u from u

Me: It is difficult to add to a cup which is already full.
You seem to already have a clear opinion of what a Domme is and is not.
"All mistress n godess on twitter are beggers. This female are either begger or they have started business to earn, Real mistress don't beg"
I find this offensive. That's ME you're generalizing at. Why would I want to be friends with someone who thinks that of me?

Her?: Not like that... I thought being slave I can find some female who will teach me femdom bdsm... But all demanded for money gc amezon etc

Me: So did I.

Her?: The frustration u can understand
Me: No, I do not understand, for even one moment, why anyone would be frustrated to learn that someone who had a valued trade skill would wish
for compensation for the sharing of that knowledge. You're not just looking for a bit of advice here. You haven't asked a specific question, or for advice in a particular area. You have approached looking for what amounts to an apprenticeship. Apprenticeship programs are not free. Most of them in the World at Large are subsidized by the government, meaning that taxpayers are the ones doing the paying, but there is still PAYMENT. No one gets a free ride. And if that 'frustrates' or 'offends' you, then you need to reassess. All knowledge is worth having, and all things worth having are worth paying for. Telling us that you do not with to pay, that we are Beggars, is telling us that we are worthless. and to that, I say Fuck You. 

Her?: Don't be angry plz I am sorry I will delete this accont... Many female are annoyed by my this behaviour

Me: YA THINK?!?!?!!?!?
You're being judgmental, offensive, and obtuse!

Her?: Thanks to u :) u open my eyes n sorry for hurting u

Me: Thank you for a perfect example of what NOT TO DO.

Tuesday 24 March 2015

Big Changes

Hey guys. I know I made some promises about awesome things to come for April. Turns out, they will be more awesome for me than for you.

A major event in my life has shaken my confidence to the point where I dare not take on new clients in a full service capacity. I a a big believer that a large part of the reason that I have never had a bad experience with a client is because I exude authority and confidence. I no longer feel up to that, and will therefore be taking a huge step back.

I will still be seeing my regular clients, and I will still be up for paid Cam sessions, and regular dates (dinner, movies, etc), as well as providing Coaching services, however, I will not be taking on new apprentices, nor full service clients, for the foreseeable future.

In related news, I will also be relocating to Hamilton, Ont. There will still be occasional trips to Toronto and to London. Likely more often, at least for social events.

My devoted Boy Friend is a Daddy Domme, and we are still doing the open, poly thing. We attend Swinger Parties, and intend to host vid sessions on Chaturbate. He loves to share me, or swap with another Daddy for the evening. So there may be some interesting opportunities for some of you ;) You can bet that my Twitter will be chock full of all sorts of interesting pictures and Vine shorts!

Still have to revamp and renew my Web Page. The current one has lapsed. Don't worry, there will be plenty of pics and vids and posts to be had going forward. I've made the decision that I cannot abide not being involved in the Kink and Sex Work communities, and that I still have much to teach those who wish to learn.

Okay, so this hasn't exactly been eloquent, but it's about to be a busy few days for me, and I wanted to make sure that you all were as in the loop as possible while I start on the next chapter of my personal and professional lives.

Love you all! xoxoxoxo!

Muah!

Friday 27 February 2015

Tales From Angie - Red Flags - Stalker Behaviour

Here is a perfect example of an email thread that should be sending up Red Flags:
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StalkerDave: I sure would like to know you ??    Can we have fun ??

Me: Well that depends. Can you afford it, and are you a nice person? ;)

StalkerDave:Yes I can afford it. Iam a very nice person. What about you ?? Where do you live ?? How old are you ??
StalkerDave: Are you hot ??
StalkerDave: So did I scare you ??
StalkerDave: So how much ??                    ( All Minutes Apart!!! )
StalkerDave: Where did you go ??
StalkerDave: So are we done this early ??
StalkerDave: So want me to tell you more ??
StalkerDave: So are we done this early ??

Me: Take a deep breath and listen to yourself.

I am not at your beck and call. I have a life. I do not sit here with bated breath replying to each message as it comes in. I reply as I am able between House Work, Social Life, and Work Stuff.

Almost any other Sex Worker would have blocked you by now, Lucky for you, I'm a Life Coach as well as Call Girl.

What kind of question is "are you hot?" You've obviously got access to pics of me, if you've found my "Wanna get to know me" ads, so if you can't answer that for yourself, we have a problem.

Sending me this many messages and demanding immediate replies is a red flag of stalker like proportions.

$XYZ/hr. And before you ask, yes, I'm worth it.

I work out of Toronto, usually, but will make trips to London or Hamilton as it works with my schedule.


StalkerDave: Well do you ever come to the USA ? Also how old are you ??

Me: No. I don't. And this is where I end this conversation.

Good luck and God Speed

StalkerDave: Sorry you feel this way nice to meet you D
 

Tuesday 27 January 2015

Angie to Guest Star on Radio Talk Show

UPDATE: Here's the link to listen/download the interview! 

Recently, I received an invitation to appear on an Indie, Radio Talk Show. Now, I am the first to admit that I equate the word Indie to Amateur, but not always in a negative context. Amateur simply means that they are still finding their feet, still polishing their process, making mistakes, learning lessons, and learning to navigate the wider world of the Big Pond as a Small Fish.

What this means for me, is that I will enter the situation with my Patience Meter at full, and offer whatever aide I may, as a Small Fish myself who has been traversing the Big Pond long enough to have smacked face first into more than my fair share of walls and Big Fish and lived to tell the tale!

I've had some good and some bad experiences with Indie Productions. Though, admittedly, the only time that it's been bad is when I didn't realized that it was an Indie Production. I get a little miffed when I think I'm dealing with a seasoned professional and then discover that the truth couldn't be farther from the truth.

I am well and truly looking forward to working with Kinte, and his co-host. I've spoken with Kinte already, in a pre-interview conversation. I think that we both came away with a glowing admiration for one another, I know I certainly did of him! I've been given the privileged of a look at his list of upcoming shows, and if all goes well for each of us, I think you can look forward to hearing my dulcet tones over the radio waves more than once, as I chime in on different topics that are of interest to myself and my fan-base.

This time round, here's what's on the adgenda: (Copied from The Facebook Page)

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Monday, February 23
6pm PST / 9pm EST
Location: http://indyradio.org/

Synopsis:
Episode 47 are you lonely would like someone of the opposite sex to spend time with but can't find some one why not pay for it. We will be talking about The Girlfriend Experience with Angie Nash @NerdyCompanionhttps://twitter.com/NerdyCompanion

Hosts Kinte IndyShowcase & Acuminous Watanabe

Guest: Angie Nash @NerdyCompanion https://twitter.com/NerdyCompanion

Website: http://angienash42.com/
Blog: http://thenerdycompanion.blogspot.ca/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/NerdyCompanion
Reddit: AngieNash42
Skype: AngieNash42
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/angie.nash.3998
G+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/114422538467179636441/posts
Ask.Fm: http://ask.fm/AngieNash42
Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/1952238

Girlfriend Experience http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Girlfriend+Experience

When an escort offers a service more akin to a 'real' relationship rather than just sex. The escort may go with the payer to dinner / the movies etc and engage in conversation, kissing and so forth, before retiring for sex (as what might occur when dating). Men who indulge in such Girlfriend Experiences with escorts are said to be enjoying The Hobby.

It's get the Girlfriend Experience - I don't need to try to impress her - she'll come out with me on the town and later I get garunteed sex. But she is still a prostitute, it costs me." ... "What's the difference between that and when you were going out with my sister?

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So tune in to hear my thoughts on the matter, and how I got into the Sex Worker Industry, and how and why I implemented the Companion Model.

Sunday 18 January 2015

Commission Your Own Erotica!

Have you always wanted to star in your own erotica scene? Looking to participate in a sexual, text RP? Want to exchange chapters of a sexy story with a sexy Lady? Then you've come to the right place!

Base offer: $100 for 750 words. 
Other options to be discussed with the author.


The Authors:

Kaelan Rhywiol
Email Request Details to Kaelan.Rhywiol@Gmail.Com
 Follow her on Twitter:  @KaelanRhy
Find her on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kaelan.rhywiol

Samples:

Suspension:
Kaelan Rhywiol

    Cams smile was dark, his sensuous lips curving to show his white teeth. “Yes, pleasure indeed.”  His heavy lidded eyes went back to watch Jade with predatory intent as Mal was poured a glass of wine and offered a plate of food from one of the Handmaids.

    Jade came forward to kneel on the cushion to the side of Cameron's chair, and settled into the pose known as téigh ar do ghlúine, the customary position of
submission.  Her feet tucked neatly beneath her bum, her knees evenly spaced and holding her weight, her back straight and supple, head bowed and her eyes cast demurely down to her hands, which she kept folded in her lap.  

    Cameron's voice was husky, “Take a glass of wine Jade.”  Once she had done so, and replaced the glass on the table, he said “Disrobe, and stand on the block.  She let the robe fall from her shoulders to pool in a slithering rush of heavy silk at
her feet and walked to the polished wooden block in the middle of the room, she took her place on it and stood with her hands on her head, her silky black hair hanging loose to her hips, one foot in front of the other, one hip canted up, back straight and head high.  She kept her eyes to the floor and waited, knowing that the men's eyes followed her.

    “She makes a stunning decoration” Mal observed, enjoying his wine.  “She does at that” Cameron murmured, his eyes caressing this most beautiful and precious of objects, his Jade.

    He threw back the last of his wine and rising, took the black silk mask from the table.  “Step down” he ordered her, and after she’d complied, He fitted the mask over Jades emerald eyes, knowing how erotic she found it when those emotionless eyes were covered and she couldn’t see.  It was an enormous bond
of trust between them that she allowed it.  He enjoyed watching her breathing quicken as he took her vision from her.  He leaned down, and grasping her face between his hands he kissed her, deeply, lovingly, lingering over her mouth and tongue. Reveling in the taste of her, the catch of her breath as he caught her up.

    He tasted of the dark, thick, wine as he kissed her and Jade surrendered her control to him in an almost painful relief.  His hands drew down over her jaw and throat, skimming her collar of gemstones and down over her shoulders.  His hands were firm and warm as he slid them down her biceps and down to grasp her wrists.
   
    “Walk backwards” he ordered, his voice husky with arousal.  He guided her with his hands on her wrists, holding them to her sides, and when he had her where he wanted her, he lifted one wrist and secured it with a leather manacle, the chains clinking above her head.  He buckled her into the suspension harness, and a vibrator belt and then backed away.  While not quite helpless, as she still had the use of her legs, she felt quite at a disadvantage as he left her.  She heard the murmuring of the men's voices, but she was at sufficient distance and they quiet enough that she couldn’t understand their discussion.

    The hum of the machinery and the clank of the chains was the loudest thing in the room, as one of the men raised the suspension harness so that she barely touched the floor with her toes.  Two sets of warm hands took her by the knees, and she felt the thigh straps being buckled on, then the waist belt,  the chains were tightened up and she was completely at their mercy.  Suspended by the arms, waist and thighs, her legs were spread wide, her weight held relatively comfortably by the padded bindings.  She felt her labia swell and dampen, unfurling her damp folds as she felt their eyes on her.  The sheer helplessness that she felt was so erotic to her, it made her lower belly melt and her clitoris throb and tingle in anticipation.
   
    The padding of bare male feet came to her, and she was surrounded front and back by hard male chests.  They pressed to her, and their body types were similar enough that she couldn’t tell who was before and who was behind.  The height of the sling was exactly right to brush her open sex over a hard cock in front, and the man behind her held her tightly against him, pressing his hardness to her lower back.  She gasped, they hadn’t done this before, but she knew what was in store as it was a common activity in the training facility,  and she groaned with need.  They were silent, completely, keeping the mystery of who was where for her as the man in front of her grasped her behind the waist and slid his hardness up and down her slick slit, playing with her entrance until she was squirming with need.  He took pity on her and slid that hardness up into her body, stretching her deliciously.  She leaned her head on the shoulder of the man behind her, and enjoyed the feel of each delicious inch pressing into her body, sliding out, slowly, so slowly, then back in…with a low pitched cry, she came, orgasming in waves of pleasure as slow as the man working in and out of her body.  When the spasms eased, she lay suspended in luscious lassitude.  The man in front of her braced her, deeply planted between her legs and took hold o her arse cheeks to hold her steady, planting his hard cock deep into her body as he did so. 

The man behind her slid a lubricated hand over her anus,  slipping a deft finger inside to spread the lubrication around, and she came again, clenching her muscles around the cock inside of her. 
   
    One of the men turned on the vibrator,  making her squirm as the pulsing started.  The man in front of her, buried inside of her, held her arse cheeks spread and leaned back to allow the other man full access. 

    That man slid his warm hands down over her back to the swell of her hips to hold her still and she felt his cock pushing against her anus.  With a shiver of pleasure and an almost painful tightening of her nipples,  she relaxed her sphincter and gasped as the head of him slid slowly inside.  The one in front held her tightly as the one in back slowly stretched her ass to accommodate him.  She came as he pushed inside, filling her up, two cocks, two gorgeously hard, hairy bodies.  When he was planted as deeply as he could, they jacked her up into a modified hammock hold and moved at the same time.   They pressed tight to her body on either side, and she surged with pleasure at the sensation of being surrounded by and penetrated so deeply, filled so very full with sheer maleness.
   
    When they started to move, they moved slowly at first, giving her muscles time to accept the use they were being put to, she felt another orgasm building, a delicious hot pooling of sensation in her legs, climbing like molten honey to become rippling spasms of pure pleasure as they pumped into her, and as she came she screamed a throaty, husky scream that filled the room, echoing from the stone walls around them.  Her body squeezed the length of them inside of her, filling her.  She screamed with the pleasure as their synchronized thrusting filled her, over and over again, faster, harder, stretching her, making her feel like she’d burst.
   
    The hard, fast past didn’t last long, the tightness of her body being filled like this worked for them as well as for her, and they came, each in turn, their strangled groans still not telling her who was where.  The hot, pulsing jets of their orgasms filled her and sent her rocketing over the edge of another orgasmic plateau that left her limp and gasping in the harness.

    One by one, they eased away from her, and out of her, leaving her suspended, cum dripped from her body to land with small dripping sounds on

the floor underneath her.  She let her head hang back on her neck and shoulders, all of her weight suspended by the padded leather harness and just floated with the endorphin rush from the experience. 

    She heard the servants helping the men quickly shower, and then she was helped from her bindings by gentle, firm hands.  Her legs felt as weak as a newborn colts as she put her weight on them, and her wrists were sore, but in a delicious, well used way.  When her blindfold was removed, it was Mal who was grinning that lecherous, pleased grin of his at her, his hands who guided her to a handmaiden, who helped her clean up.
   
    When she came out of the showers, she actually blushed, something she never did.  Looking at the two beautiful men seated calmly where they had been, she still didn’t know who had been who, and she was delightfully embarrassed as she met each of their eyes before going to sit curled on her floor pillow at Cameron's side and rested her head on his knee.  He played with her hair as she sipped at the wine he handed her, and picked at the plate of food he set on the floor near her knees.  She sighed with utter repletion, surrendering to him, to them, eased her soul in a way she had never really understood, but after years of practice, she simply sighed again and enjoyed the rush of emotions that she rarely felt with any other people, and rarely in any other situation.  If she’d been a cat, she’d have been purring.  

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Gardening:
Kaelan Rhywiol  

    He moved up silently behind her, and before she knew it, his hand was buried deep in the hair at the nape of her neck and she was pushed forward, her face pressed against the wood, the fecund scent of soil filling her nose.  His other hand rapidly pulled up her skirt and finding she’d not worn undergarments, in hopeful anticipation of a visit from him, he chuckled, that sound a deep, thrilling pleasure that sent chills up her spine and made her body ache to be filled.
    He seemed to sense her need, he slid a gentle hand over her plump wet labia and finding her ready for him, he used his foot to nudge her feet further apart as he freed himself from his leathers. Then with a smooth, firm thrust he was inside of her.  She groaned and pushed back, impaling herself as deeply as she could, he obliged her need by setting a rapid pace, thrusting in and out of her snug wetness.  The potting bench jostled and creaked with the pace, and her nails pressed small white half moons into the wood as he rode her, his hand grasping her hair and controlling her head.  She came, hard, crying out in release, he didn’t let up, stroking her into another climax, sheathing his hardness inside of her ripe body, sending them both to the edge and over.  His roar as he came and the spurting hot feel of him coming inside her sent her over the brink again, colors splintering behind her closed lids as they both rode the rush.  He lay on her back for a moment, catching his breath before he placed a gentle kiss on her sweat dampened neck and withdrew from her body.  The rush of his seed down her legs was an incredible turn on, and she found herself sighing in anticipation of their next session.  



Angie Nash
Email Request Details to TheNerdyCompanion@Gmail.Com
 Follow her on Twitter: @NerdyCompanion
Find her on Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/angie.nash.3998

Samples:

Siblings: Dessert Island:
Angie Nash

They were the only survivors of the plane crash. Angie looked up at her brother with an unmistakable plea in her eyes. “I don’t want to die a virgin, John…” She let the statement hang in the air between them, heavy with meaning, and potential.


John cleared his throat, blushing. He’d caught himself thinking much the same thing about his gorgeous baby sister, that he didn’t want to live his life as some celibate monk, and that she was always his closest love in life, even in the brief time he’d been married. ”And what would you like to do about that, Little One? Shall I go find you a Jungle Dweller to take your virginity?” he asked, teasing gently.


She stuck her tongue out at his suggestion, and boldly repositioned herself til she was straddling him. She grinned as she felt his erection bob against her through his shorts. “Or, you could be the gallant big brother, and do it yourself.” Her tone was soft and loving, but her eyes were sultry and her lips were hovering over his.


She had never been one to tease him, and he had never been able to deny her anything, so it did not surprise her when her brother closed the gap between their lips and enfolded her in his arms, pressing her down onto his straining erection.


Angie moaned into the kiss, twining her fingers into his unkempt hair. Her brother groaned against her lips, his tongue plundering her mouth as he finally gave in to two weeks of pent of rage and stress at their situation.


Just as he was about to pull back and apologize for his rough handling of her, his sister responded to his vigor by grinding against him and nipping at his top lip, gently. He groaned, his cock throbbing at her enthusiasm, and he started unfastening her buttons, fighting the urge to simply tear them asunder.


Angie remained still, biting her lip as she watches his barely contained lust. She’d always loved her brother, he’d always protected her, supported her, sacrificed so much for her. She was well aware that their close relationship is what ruined his marriage. Somehow this felt like recompense for that. Not that she was throwing herself at him through some misplaced sense of guilt! She had meant what she’d said. She’d woken every morning in the circle of his arms and felt his morning wood pressed against her. She knew it was just a normal body thing, that there was nothing behind it, but she’d found herself fantasizing that there was, that he would plant that staff within her folds...


Finally, he undid the last button and stripped her shirt down her arms and tossed it aside. He made quick work of her bra, throwing it to join the growing pile of discarded clothing.


John stared up at his sister, his hands cupping her face tenderly before he let his eyes fix on her tits, bared above him. He cupped both globes in his sand roughened hands and caressed and squeezed. Angie looked down at him, biting her lip, and stifling another moan as her brother mauled her chest.


Soon, they were a mass of groaning, grunting, moaning, whimpering limbs, as they tore the remaining clothing from one another, kissing and groping each other. John guided his sister’s hesitant hands to his cock, wrapping her fingers around his shaft and helping her find the right rhythm to jerk him off while he buried two fingers in her eager cunt, moaning against her hungry mouth as he finds her sopping wet.


Angie panted between kisses as her brother finger fucked her, her tight cunt hugging his fingers as they piston in and out of her. She whimpered and wrapped her arms tighter around his neck as she felt the orgasm building quickly within her. She cried out and dug her nails into his shoulder as the dam burst. They were both surprised when she squirted as she came. Angie started to panic, thinking she has pissed on him. John soothed his baby sister, explaining that sometime a woman also ejaculates during orgasm. She settled, but still blushed as she kissed his face tenderly. “Fuck me, Johnny,” she cooed. “Fuck your little sister.”


“As you wish.”


That’s when John woke up, finding himself still on the plane, his sister’s head on his shoulder, and a raging hard on in his pants. He groaned in frustration, and Angie stirred in her sleep, snuggling closer.

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Saturday 10 January 2015

What Part of 'Sex Worker' Didn't You Understand?

Just a sample of the kind of stuff I deal with:

JohnOfTheDay 31M
Toronto, Ontario
How's it going?
Loved ur profile and vibe.. Free spirited girl.. ;)
Let's chat? .. Maybe meet sometime?
Angie_Companion
Angie_Companion 28F
Toronto, Ontario
Yes, sure, let's chat :)
Meet up for what?
JohnOfTheDay 31M
Toronto, Ontario
:) morning.. We could start with drinks and take it from there..
How's it goin.. Checked out a few of ur vids on ur YouTube channel..
Angie_Companion
Angie_Companion 28F
Toronto, Ontario
You say that you've read my profile, so you understand that I am a professional? My time is worth $$$ I'm sorry if I sound rude, however, its already been a rough morning, and I just don't want there to be any misunderstandings.
Hope you enjoyed the vids :)
JohnOfTheDay 31M
Toronto, Ontario
U charge for meeting for a drink?
Angie_Companion
Angie_Companion 28F
Toronto, Ontario
You said and see where it leads from there.
I also have a chronic pain illness, so just going for a drink is slightly more than just going for a drink.
However, there is a breakfast place within walking distance of my place, at Finch and Warden. I'm willing to meet up for a tea/coffee someday before 2 without charge. But if you're planning on it going back to my place....
JohnOfTheDay 31M
Toronto, Ontario
Lol.. What if u wanna go back to ur place for some fun? I don't really wanna do the pay thing.. If we can reach some other agreement I'm open to that..
Angie_Companion
Angie_Companion 28F
Toronto, Ontario
Then right now, you're barking up the wrong tree. I'm not looking for new, off the books, play partners. But we can continue to chat here, if you're just looking for a friend.

JohnOfTheDay  31M
Toronto, Ontario
I'm looking for fun.. Honestly looking for play and a good cum.. Good times basically..
Angie_Companion
Angie_Companion 28F
Toronto, Ontario
And if you're looking for that from a Sex Worker, then you're going to pay, or you need to move on. If you liked my profile so much, that tells me you should understand that much from having read it. If you think you're going to talk me out of my panties for free, you obviously didn't understand that 'spirit' you enjoyed so much ;)

Wednesday 7 January 2015

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