This Is Why Evoltuion Takes a Really Long Time...

I don't really know where to start. I have had a long fucking week. I don't know what happened but I don't think I received the brain I was supposed to. I don't think my brain was made in America. I realize that's an odd statement, but my brain is a very special exotic blend of dysfunctional. I don't get it. So people cheat. People lie. We do some fucked up shit. We're assholes. We're bitches. Why is this still news and why the fuck is this still surprising and why the hell does Sarah Jessica Parker get a hit tv show based off her character's hit column when my blog is so much better. I actually liked the show quite a bit, but Sex and the City it was not, and we're from the same city so I don't get it. So why is it that people are still shocked when it comes out that so and so is cheating or gay or lied or got drunk and said some stupid ass shit. We all fucking do it, have fucking thought about it or have had it done to us, why is it fucking news. I want to walk out one day and hear that Arnold's mistress had a fucking purple baby pop out with three heads, which said in unison "I'll be back" and then popped back into her... or Obama: it's really just a spray on tan, because I would stop for a moment for that shit, I would say, "Well, I'll be fucking damned, that's some fucking news", but nope, everyone has to make a big deal out sex scandals, just normal, run of the mill, vanilla sex. I'd be more surprised if they reported that Tiger Woods had never had an affair and had been completely faithful, that would surprise me. Then everyone has to ask why, we have to get middle America's opinion. Oh yay! I don't care where I am, I roll my eyes and yell at the tv "Because he fucking can, that's why!" Why do you? What's your excuse you fucking hypocrites! Can you really blame them. One, they're human and two, they're rich and famous... Why the fuck is America always so god damned surprised at this, are we really that stupid and ignorant? I know, it's mean, but it's also true, so put your big girl panties on and handle it or shut the fuck up. I am not against love, I think love is great, I think sleeping with only the same person night after night for the rest of your lives sounds like wishful thinking to me and if I am being completely honest, boring (throw another person or a kangaroo in there or something). I know personally, I'd want my own room. I wanted it when I was twelve, I got it and I am never giving it up. There are somethings I don't like sharing. I don't want to share my dessert, I don't want to share my drink, I don't want to share my car, and I most certainly don't want to share my bed. I will tell you one thing I don't mind sharing though, my bf or gf, because it's just sex, sex does not equate love or trust, sex actually has a tendency to destroy trust and as long as they are with me, I'm realistic, I don't need to walk by the tv one day and see their fucking face on the god damn news. I fucking love my Jeep, but you know what, you add "and that's the only car for the rest of your life", and it sounds like a demon whispering that shit in your ear, it echos. I may be perfectly happy with a pair of shoes, I may love them, but that does not mean I don't want or can't see the logic behind wanting to wear a different pair, a shiny or sparkly pair, another color, just a different fucking pair at times... and if I were Tiger Woods, I would have a different pair delivered whenever I fucking felt like it, at two am, on a sunday morning, and I would sip champagne out of them, before and after I wore them... and we're really going to blame him? And these fuckers get bullied into resignation over sex, are you shitting me, this is why. Yup, America sat on the statue of liberty and got it stuck up it's ass... most men can't admit it in front of their significant others because they'd get crucified and women get too god damned insecure about it and feel threatened, it's like an anthrax scare, but with sex...and that will eventually be a contributing factor to the demise of their own relationships, whether they know it or have to find it out about it on the news... and I don't know if anyone has realized it, but news has the word new in it, therefore alluding to the fact that it's new. It's not, it's fucking olds. They might as well carve it on a fucking tablet. We're basically just domesticated animals who can talk, type and pee in bowl, and some of us can't manage that at times (myself included), but you know what, we need to stop pretending we don't have animalistic urges and desires. So please stop drinking their Kool Aid... and read a book, you can find them in a place called the library... because you can not go to borders books anymore, they only carry coffee, stationary, candy, cds, dvds, and the Twilight series, that's it. That's it, that's all they have.

Things I Shouldn't Say... So Naturally I'm Going to.

And thus that is part of the reason why it needs to be written about. When I first entered the Pro Bdsm scene, something many people don't realize is that it has it's own set of rules to it. I have always, always been drawn to the lifestyle, as far back as eleven or twelve, which is common enough. I have always been immensely fascinated with people's minds. So, I could earn a living and do something I love so very much... really? The girl who, for six years, was so excited to go to college just drop it like that? Yes, and I did... and I never regretted it. College educated, in my book, doesn't mean you are educated, it just means you paid money so that you could tell people you are and in some, but certainly not all cases, you could pretend to be. So, I started in a dungeon... I learned quickly, I loved it. I was in love. Though, I learned that not only could I be a pro domme, I could sub as well. This turned me on... a lot. It was a ride I wanted to get on. So, even though I technically hadn't been there long enough to take on sub scenes, I talked my way into allowing them to let me "audition", so to speak. Fucked up shit that it is. I don't do that anymore, obviously. Anyway, it wasn't so hard because there is a certain stigma in the pro scene. If you sub at all, even switch then you are not really a domme. That's the first rule I broke and didn't give a shit about. Rule number two... scenes are not sexual. Oh my fucking higher power, yes they absolutely fucking are. Bdsm does not need to incorporate sex but at times it should and regardless scenes are always sexual this is why tops should be getting pleasure as should bottoms, where it goes from there, who knows. So, that's the second rule I broke. Yes, I got a lot of shit in the beginning. I wound up going independent in 8 months. I had no idea what the fuck to do, standing out there in the rain, no umbrella in hand. Though I did figure it out and I had a bit of help from a good friend along the way. Over the years, well some have just accepted it when they see that it's what I actually enjoy and  perhaps some are jealous because they have to hide their own sub side because it would indeed hurt their careers... others, well I don't doubt that they talk behind my back. Oh well, such is life. I don't care. With me, what you see, read and hear, is what you get. I will say it once again, there's no fucking persona. I am Aurora Storms, she's not some person I become. So here's something I shouldn't talk about but dammit I'm going to. I give so much of myself and my time to my clients, many of you I consider friends, I deeply value our connections. If you have had a phone conversation (or several) with me, you know what I am referring to. This is my career though. This is my income. Do not put me in a bad position. I literally receive thousands of emails a year and spend hours a day reading each one and responding accordingly and at length. It's also my screening process. I can many long wonderful emails that I enjoy greatly, but situations do occur from time to time and so this blog is not specific to any one case. So yes, if I am talking with you for hours, naturally I am enjoying doing so and if we discuss setting up a time to meet, then yes I want to see you or I would have deleted your email... and yes I absolutely have deleted emails and declined scenes for various reasons, ranging from stupidity to just not being compatible, which I don't think is fair for either player, especially the one spending the fucking money for a professional. Yes, we all dance and tip toe around the matter and yes this post could be somewhat detrimental to my career but you know what, the people who wouldn't contact me based on this blog, I don't fucking want to play with you. I've been dancing around this for years, and I am fucking tired. It is not a topic I enjoy. It can be uncomfortable, but at the end of the day, I am not going to budge and you will only be wasting both your time and mine. Either move forward or politely decline. I am going to break it down. I love what I do to tears. It is my life. Not kids. Not marriage. Not a white picket fence. I love this part of people. The part they hide but yearn to show and have accepted. I love what people become when all the bullshit is stripped away. I love the darkness in us. The depravity. The light is so easy to embrace and to let show but the darkness is where we hide. I love kinky shit. I love fucked up shit. I love playing. I love pushing boundaries. I love to be challenged. I love what I fucking do... and I am fucking phenomenal at it, and my rates reflect that so please, respect that. If I made exceptions for all my clients whose conversations I thoroughly enjoyed and who stimulate me, I would be living in a fucking cardboard box and eating off of the god damn dollar menu at mcdonalds. I do not just sit around banging out clients all day. So yes, I am genuine... and if you don't believe me, re-read this stupid blog, because I'm kind of going with anyone who isn't wouldn't write this or maybe it's just anyone in their right mind, I don't know right now, I'm not to sure... I'm just saying, it's insulting and it hurts my feelings and yes I do have them hidden away in the "top of my panties that I never wear" drawer... 

Seething with Sadism...

While I honestly don't discuss bdsm much on here, not for any particular reason, I usually just write what is on my mind at the moment... thus my new entry. This is not going to be a very insightful entry, mind you. It may turn some of you on and it may turn some of you off... and I really couldn't fucking care either way. I am what and who I am... and for me bdsm is very much a skill, a craft that one learns and practices, something to be appreciated and respected... an art. While I don't expect everyone to take it so seriously nor do I deny them for playing on the lighter side...somethings just piss me the fuck off. First off, Rihanna needs to be bent the fuck over and  caned for her song "S&M"... and hard! I very much have the mentally that when someone says... "I am a sadist... or "I am a masochist".... I think, "oh really? , we'll see about that...", most of the time it's a playful yet serious mentally. The push and pull. Anyone who has ever played with me knows that you get an in depth education as well. I am also extremely versatile when it comes to playing and never take on a scene unless it is something of an interest to, as mutual enjoyment is a key factor for me and for a great scene. I believe that if you say the words... I enjoy Bdsm... and here's the catch and call yourself experienced, then you should abso-fucking lutely know what BDSM stands for, because if not, you're kind of an idiot. This whole song has everyone and their mother, who has ever used a pair of handcuffs during sex stating that they are into s&m, making ignorant comments and giggles, and anyone who knows about it knows that bondage isn't S&M and a simple pair of cuffs is simply just kinky, spicing it up a little, it's not bdsm... and it is really pissing me the fuck off... BDSM isn't like playing house, it's an immersion, a state of mind you either have or don't, it's not something acquired but rather brought out and feed. It's not a game of make believe, it's not like playing house... the thing  is, while I welcome everyone and anyone who comes to me respectfully at any level of experience, those who are disrespectful to me and my beloved world and the people who inhabit it... which is very much how I feel with this new generation of idiots who think Rihanna came up with the expression, "sticks and stones make break my bones but whips and chains excite me"...  It's akin to being a lawyer and then seeing someone else claim to be one mean while he's never even passed the Bar and wouldn't know a courtroom if he was inside of one.  I have a great deal of self control, but I am surrounded by uneducated morons lately (only in my personal life, might I add... as that's usually where they tend to pop up)... also I do have an extremely sadistic side of me... so I've just been bathing in it lately... my mind dizzy with deeply depraved desires... and as I often say to a good friend of mine in the scene (an inside joke)... "I'm Queen Goddammit" and I feel like to declaring to the whole bunch of them "You're all idiots!" .... now off with your heads! I am being somewhat comical, though I am serious... do not piss in my sandbox because I will shit all over you and yours, slowly... and I will get an immense about of pleasure doing so... that my dear, sweet Rihanna and these fools who unfortunately breathe my air, is sheer sadism... take a lesson or I just may teach you one. Mental sadism... mindfucking and physical sadism... I enjoy both... on a consensual basis of course, well... for the most part ;) 


Yes, I do realize this somewhat contradicts certain things I have stated in previous posts...but there are always exceptions.. and don't tell me not to let it get to me... because I want to play with it and sadism is like soaking in a nice hot bath... it invigorates my mind and body...


I haven't edited this at all... so there may be many errors... which at the moment, I don't really fucking care about.