Butterscotch ripple

nothing says lovin like…

Finding the balance between housewife, hypno-domme and whore has not been easy. I’ve been living in DC for about a month now, okay exactly a month and I’m a pretty happy girl and therefore I want to spend all my time dong fun happy things and not working. However that’s unrealistic and I need to find the balance. It’s not coming easy, I’m working for that balance and working hard. I was raised a Buddhist and i always try to be the ball or the donut hole or whatever you wanna call it so balance in life has always been important to me. if not always attainable. It is a worthy endeavor. So i continue to try. I try to maintain a work schedule and a home life. To not only work when i’m inspired to work but to work when time dictates which has never been my strong suit. I like to be inspired. Inspired to write, inspired to shoot, inspired to dress up in a tight corset and beat your ass until you cry like a bitch.

Since I’ve come to this realization i now know I have to invent new ways to work within a happy household, within a happy mind and body and its not easy for me. But like everything i will tackle it with all my might until i conquer this new way of working.. After all invention they say my dear friends, is 93% perspiration, 6% electricity, 4% evaporation, and 2% butterscotch ripple.

I write therefore I am

"I once saw a dildo .. this big"

As you may have noticed over the last year I’ve been writing sex toy reviews for Eden Fantasys. It’s been a really fun experience and I do love it when random sex toys show up in my mail (who wouldn’t). Actually I do love sex toys in general so toy reviews were a natural progression. After taking a break from toy reviews because of my cross country move and having no time for anything let along testing out and writing about naughty sex toys and after getting settled in to my new digs I was approached about writing other things that relate to Eden Fantasys, so I wont be doing the toy reviews any longer but writing about other sexy naughty informative sex culture things in sponsored post for the folks at Eden Fantasys. Instead of keeping the product I review, I’ll be receiving gift cards so I can pick out my own naughty toys and we all know how much I love gift cards… and naughty sex toys. Its a win win in my book and I’m looking forward to giving it a whirl, seeing how it goes and writing about all kinds of interesting and different things. But wait there’s more (said in my best  as seen on TV voice) this isn’t a program special just for me if you are a sexy writer (i know a lot of you write) with a readership above nil then this is open to you too. The official name is “Eden Loves Bloggers” and you don”t have to be an escort or sex worker to write for them they have options  for mommy bloggers too. I’ve been treated really well by them and have enjoyed the whole process  and I can recommend then and you should check them out  So there ya have it, a little whats new in the world of Jenny and a  little share the blog wealth. Tell um Jenny sent ya, ha!

Inner music the words make

A.. B...C...D...E...

I’ve been writing this blog for a number of years and its hard to stay inspired sometimes. I’m often bitching an moaning that i cant think of another thing to write. It’s hard to come up with article after article post after post trying to stay at least a tiny bit relevant and amusing. In doing that I’m often scouring the web and other blogs for other writers to read and other blogs to steal ideas from be inspired by.  I happened across the EdenCafe and was actually quite surprised by it. Lots of stuff up there from interviews with porn stars to stories about male hookers (OK that one was written by Monica Shores, who I’ve long been a fan of) but the point being there’s a lot of good reads there and a lot of interesting voices.



Example: while distracting myself and procrastinate making fetish clips ( i know right!) i cam across n interesting link on the Twitter. Yes, i love the Twitter. It was about the slut walk in Toronto. Seems a bunch of ladies took the the street up there in the great white north to protest an incident where a Toronto cop told a classroom full of students at York University that to avoid rape they should avoid dressing like a slut. even though the Officer allegedly received further training for his ridiculous statement and fucked up antiquated slut shaming attitude it wasn’t enough for 1,50 protesters who took to the street for a “SlutWalk” good for them! after reading this story i realized it was a Sexis story and on the eden fantasy blog.

So its a good find there are lots of hidden gems and lots of sexy, sex poz stories, reporting, articles to both inspire and steal okay maybe just get inspired from. I got it in my Google reader and will be checking out out often. Just thought i’d share a little.



Which way to go

New direction, new focus, new, new, new. I’ve been writing this blog for close to 4 years and when I started, it was a place for me to comment on my life of being a hooker. How i saw myself, my place as it were in the escort world. A place where I could speak freely with out reprisals from moderators on message boards and website owners. Since the bulk of the culture at that time was focused on the all mighty message board. It was a place and a way where i controlled my content, could find my voice, and speak my mind and my truth. Though naive and silly me I did suffer reprisals from my blogging by unscrupulous ass hats who thought their reach was further then it was. They tried to chase me off message boards, harm my business with  back channel chatter, spread rumors lies and my personal info all over the net. I’ve even had websites dedicated to little ole me for speaking my truth about being an escort. Yes, there were reprisals. However they didn’t discourage me from writing, (obviously) they only served to make themselves look like insane and desperate power grabbers trying to take up against an independent blog, on a message board/website/etc., it was in no way connected to or had any authority over. So yeah, fuck those guys.


As the years trudge on I find my focus changing. My life is changing, both personally and professionally. More changes are coming over the next few months with me as well.  The kind of sex work I do is changing. I have and I am broaden my horizons, trying new things reinventing and revisiting things i used to do before i was an actual real live hooker with a heart of gold. My personal life is changing in major ways, which affects my work life. That happens when you do sex work and have a relationship ive learned. As the relationship changes so does your work. So this blog will be changing with me.

I never cared for spinach

I have spent some time going back over this blog and what it is that people respond to. What kinds of things resonate more then other things, basically what do people want me to write about. What is it that provokes the most and strongest reactions and what garners me the most attention both from my piers in sex work, the curious non sex worker and the easily titillated media,  of which I have had many brushes with (both wanted attention and unwanted) and I can tell you this… its not only writing about fucking for cash. So i will be expanding this blog.. my blog, to encompass more of what interests me as i evolve and what i perceive as what interests my readers who have got to be sick and tired of the hooker only talk as much as I am.


I also get more accolades with my writing when i slice and dice bullshit and tell things as i personally see it. Playing nice …  well I’m over that. It seems people think I make people angry and invoke strong reactions even when I’m working hard to be inclusive and more mild, so why bother trying to temper what i do? Seems pointless.  It’s like the person who’s always being accused of cheating on a partner when they are doing nothing of the sort. Sooner or later they are going to have the inclination to do the actual cheating since they are always being accused of doing it anyways.

You wouldn't like me when I'm angry

You thought i provoked a strong reactions before? Well hold onto your hat because you haven’t seen anything yet. I’m pissed, I’m looking for new direction, and unlike some people out there in la la bullshit sex worker land…I know how to accomplish things and I’m not afraid to say what ever it is i feel like saying… in any way I feel like.


I don’t want to be milquetoast. As I’ve said over and over though out my life the worst sin you can commit is to bore your audience. I’m  lot of things .. but I’m not boring.

If you cant bribe your friends

lose lips... ruin lives

I have celebrity clients. I live in LA its almost a requirement to fuck famous dudes for cash here. I keep my mouth shut about who they are, why blow a good thing and besides I’m not here to ruin lives only to make them occasionally a little more exciting buy giving my famous clients a small bite of the forbidden fruit which is Jenny DeMilo. The first  famous guy i ever saw was a bit of a surprise as he used a pseudonym with me. So when he opened the door i was a little giddy because…

I had always been a fan.

I was amused at how by a strange turn of events i was naked on the floor being plowed rather expertly by someone who i admired. I did admire him all the more after he pounded me to high heaven but that’s neither here nor there. What i found interesting was that as i was leaving he stuffed wads of cash into my hand. I told him it wasn’t necessary, That he was too generous ( yeah i know, I’m a ho were all supposed to be money grubbing whores) he made me take the cash, looked me right in the eye and said and i quote…

“If you cant bribe your friends? Who can you bribe”

Bribery for all my friends!

He was right, that was my hush money. It made him feel better to know he sufficiently paid me to keep my trap shut about him having his way with me 12 ways to Sunday on his library floor, dinning table and hallway. And i was okay with that. The funny thing is we did become friendly after that. In fact he was the first to encourage me to start writing. So not only did i get paid, and expertly fucked by someone i was a fan of but i got encouraged to do the thing that as it turns out gives me a lot of pleasure.

it was by far one of the best appointments i had ever gone on and.. strangely i will always be grateful he picked me over the plethora of other dirty girls at his disposal. He did me a good turn and for that my lips will always be sealed.