Post by everleigh mcqueen on May 25, 2009 2:45:49 GMT -5
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everleigh kay mcqueen ,
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[/color]* I DARE SAY THAT YOU HAVE A HOUSE HOLD NAME, BUT FOR OUR NEW READERS, WILL YOU INFORM US ONCE MORE WHAT YOUR PARENTS NAMED YOU ?
"everleigh kay mcqueen. odd, isn't it? so my guess is that my mom never took the time to decide on my name, and after i was born - when she was hopped up on every pain killer that the hospital would allow her to consume at once - a nurse asked her what name to put down on my birth certificate. everleigh. really? did she forget the 'b' and actually mean beverley? i'll never know, and neither will she - not that she gives a damn. as for nicknames, i don't really have any. most of my friends and acquaintances call me ev, but that's just a name shortening. nothing special.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* REMIND US AGAIN WHEN YOU WERE BORN? I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THE STORY SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH .
september 8th, 1992 - the day my mother's world came crashing down (aka: my birthday.) my mother, ellory mcqueen (originally ellory wakefield), moved out to los angeles from from a small farming town in ohio when she was twenty years old to become an actress. even though she was a total flatliner, somehow she managed to land a few bit parts on soaps...without screwing anyone. after a few years, she got desperate and spread 'em for this fat, ugly producer when he promised to give her a role in some bullshit cable series that was basically softcore porn. she got knocked up with me and he told her she couldn't be on the show, unless she hoovered me out. she was gonna do it, too, at least that what's she told me when she was feeling particularly loving. ellory was no genius but she was smart enough to realize that eighteen years of child support was better than a couple of weeks on his dumb show – so i got to stick around. what ellory didn’t count on was the prick having a heart attack and croaking a year after i was born. i was such a happy baby – but that’s because i wasn’t old enough to understand why ellory gave birth to me.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* OKAY , BE HONEST HERE. WHICH ARE IN TO MORE: GUYS OR DOLLS ? DONT WORRY, OUR LIPS OUR SEALED .
i was never a very sexual person during my childhood, but once i turned sixteen, it seemed as if this wild sexual beast surfaced from my personality. i've slept with almost ALL of the popular guys in my grade level, even two gay ones. whether i was drunk off my ass, high on drugs, or just horny as hell, i always made sure that i was fucking somebody. and if none of the guys were available, i'd go for the girls. yes, the girls. you see, i have always been attracted to girls, but never acted on my attraction until i was sixteen. although i've never actually had sex with another girl, i've definitely passed first base with a few of them! no one judged me because everyone was experimenting, but i've never told my family. i don't like to broadcast my personal secrets to them like that.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* TELL ME, WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ? THOSE SPECIAL THINGS THAT JUST MAKE YOU WANT TO SMILE ?
fashion
modeling
music
singing
sex
boys&&girls
drugs
alcohol
partying
shopping
money
concerts[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* AND SADLY, WE ALL KNOW THAT THERE ARE THINGS THAT WE JUST CANT STAND. WHAT ARE YOURS ?
excuses
judgment
small Penises
ugly people
death
prudes
heartbreak
betrayal
television
faking orgasms
fat people
hangovers[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* WHAT MAKES YOU QUAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ? IF YOU HAD TO PICK ONE THING THAT SCARED YOU THE MOST , WHAT WOULD IT BE ?
though you'll never hear me say this out loud, i know that all of my drinking, partying, and drug use can kill me. but it's gotten to the point where i just can't stop. my worst fear is that i'll die from my addictive lifestyle - alone.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* IS THERE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER IN YOUR LIFE ? HOW DO YOU DO WITH RELATIONSHIPS ?
as for my love life, things are a tad bit complicated. well, okay, maybe more than a tad bit. let's try extremely complicated. i'm the kind of girl who tends to take things, or people for that matter, for granted. i'm always flirting and having sex with guys i don't even really like. i've always been a tease and was never a fan of commitment. i've never experienced true love, but i'm determined to find it one day. i've never even witnessed true love - and i have her mother to thank for that. i have never had a serious relationship, and i'm pretty well known for my one-night-stands. do i want love? sure, who doesn't? But with a career like mine, it's kind of hard to have a boyfriend or girlfriend, especially when i'm posing in provocative positions half naked with other models all the time.
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[/color]* NOW , YOU KNOW THAT WE ADORE YOU , BUT LETS TALK ABOUT SOME OTHER PEOPLE FOR A LITTLE BIT. A LITTLE BIRD TOLD ME THAT YOU HAVE SOME PRETTY WELL KNOWN PARENTS. WHO ARE THEY ?
if my mother were smart, after my biological father died, ellory would've set her sights a little lower and gone after a guy who would've worshipped the ground she walked on and wouldn't care that she already had a kid... but not mom, she was gonna bag another elephant if it meant gobbling every knob from hollywood to the palisades. ellory spent the next twelve years trying to bag another big wig, then, three years ago she met martin. he didn't want kids, but needed a ready-made family to help project an image of stability for his corporate outings. he’s a partner at a public relations firm, which is ironic because i can’t remember the last time they were seen in public together – or had relations. though ellory and martin claim to be in love with one another, they're not a very affectionate couple, and are only together because they they got hitched without a pre-nup.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* ANY OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN YOUR FAMILY ? DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE ANY OTHER CHILDREN ? DO YOU HAVE ANY CHILDREN ?
i've been an only child my entire life - lucky me.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* HOW ABOUT PETS ? HOW MANY DO YOU HAVE ?
i've never taken a liking to pets. they smell when they get when, and they shit all over your house. no thank you.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color]* OKAY, YOU HAVE TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WE WERE GOING TO ASK. WHATS YOUR BIGGEST & BEST KEPT SECRET ?
To understand me, you need to understand that life, in my opinion, is all about new experiences. “Firsts” is what I call them – and the goal of life, any life, should be to cram as many Firsts into it as possible.
As I said, the rule of firsts guides my life. Once you've gotten into every club in town and had enough Ivy League lawyers cum too fast, drastic measures are called for. I thought it would be a goof if I put a photo ad in one of those 25 cent "outcall" massage newspapers they sell around town. But I just got a bunch of pervs breathing heavy on my voice mail. So I went to an escort service, and when they found out how young i was, they told me they had two tricks in the same hotel that night... if i was up to it.
My first night as a call girl was a serious let down. It turns out both guys were in town for some sort of a convention. The first one got so excited I didn't even get a chance to get my panties off before he creamed himself. And the other said I looked so much like his niece, he started whimpering and praying for forgiveness. But after that night, things really picked up.
My one rule which the agency wasn't too happy about was, of course, only firsts, no repeat customers. But believe me, they didn't have too much trouble honoring that request. They kept me pretty busy, then one Thursday night I get a last minute gig at a fuck pad in Westwood that some executive keeps so "wifey" doesn't find the motel bills on the gold card statements. They said I was just his type...young.
I opened the door, passing the closet, the bathroom door and then stopped. suddenly i saw Martin, my stepfather, sitting up in bed. I quickly turned away before he saw my face. Can you fucking believe it? I layed on a fake southern accent and told him I was heading to the bathroom to freshen up.
My own dad! My first thought was "how sick is he?" But then I started thinking...I'm one to talk, and...well... Why not? I mean, he isn't my real dad...and talk about a first. The more I thought about it, the more turned on I got. And I must have been in there a moment too long because I heard a knock at the door, and it was Martin, asking if everything was alright. I said everything was just peachy and asked if he would turn the lights off, lying that I was new to all of this and kind of shy.
I couldn't believe I pulled that off. Keeping my face hidden actually wasn't that hard, and he pretty much let me do whatever I wanted. And you know what?...He was damn good. I don't why Mom is throwing the cat all over town, when she can have this every night.
I literally couldn't feel the ground under my feet. A first to top all firsts. I knew I'd tell him one day, but I wanted to savor it for a while.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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hey there broken lights on the free way . my name is tara and i've been roleplaying for four years. i'm eighteen years old, and i found you through an advertisement. if you need to hit me up, you know you can always reach me through private messages, love. as you can see, i enjoy using taylor momsen as a play-by. oh and if you want to see what i can do, check out the role play sample. yeah, i'm awesome. i know.
Chelsia was blessed with a very special gift when she was born. It was a blessing that most girls would die for. You see, whatever Chelsia put on, looked fabulous on her. She could wear something completely hideous, something the fashion police would normally arrest you for, but she would work it. She would never have to plan out her wardrobe for the next day or try on a million different outfits before she thought she looked decent enough to be seen in public. She would be absolutely fierce in anything. And that's how she looked as she walked out of her Wilshire Parks condominium that she had just recently moved in to. She wasn't wearing anything glamorous or trendy. Just a simple striped dress and heels, but she made them work. Tim Gunn would be so proud.
The California weather was especially humid that day, but Chelsia didn't care. She had gone to the beach earlier that day, and hadn't yet taken a shower, so her hair was down with very beautiful and natural beachy waves. She loved how her hair looked after a long day at the beach, and because it wasn't loaded with hair products, the humidity wouldn't affect it. So, not worried about ruining her "look", Chelsia decided to walk to the hottest night club in Palm Spring - The End. She wasn't sure who would be there, but Chelsia never had a problem with making friends. Her bubbly and flirtatious personality drew people to her, so she had people do dance with all night long. She really hadn't made any solid friends since moving to California, so it was always nice going to the clubs, because she felt a sense of security there. She had been going to clubs since she got her first fake ID when she was 15, and had been addicted to them ever since.
Once she arrived at the club, she passed the long line, flashed her fake ID to the bouncer, and walked right in. she fucked him one night when she had first moved to California. she knew that if you gave them what they wanted, you'd get what you wanted in return. one night of hot sex was definitely worth getting into the clubs without waiting in line and actually having your ID checked. Chelsia made her way to the bar where she quickly claimed a bar stool and ordered a cosmopolitan. She always like to get hammered before she danced. it made things way more interesting. And tonight? Oh tonight was just bound to be interesting.
The California weather was especially humid that day, but Chelsia didn't care. She had gone to the beach earlier that day, and hadn't yet taken a shower, so her hair was down with very beautiful and natural beachy waves. She loved how her hair looked after a long day at the beach, and because it wasn't loaded with hair products, the humidity wouldn't affect it. So, not worried about ruining her "look", Chelsia decided to walk to the hottest night club in Palm Spring - The End. She wasn't sure who would be there, but Chelsia never had a problem with making friends. Her bubbly and flirtatious personality drew people to her, so she had people do dance with all night long. She really hadn't made any solid friends since moving to California, so it was always nice going to the clubs, because she felt a sense of security there. She had been going to clubs since she got her first fake ID when she was 15, and had been addicted to them ever since.
Once she arrived at the club, she passed the long line, flashed her fake ID to the bouncer, and walked right in. she fucked him one night when she had first moved to California. she knew that if you gave them what they wanted, you'd get what you wanted in return. one night of hot sex was definitely worth getting into the clubs without waiting in line and actually having your ID checked. Chelsia made her way to the bar where she quickly claimed a bar stool and ordered a cosmopolitan. She always like to get hammered before she danced. it made things way more interesting. And tonight? Oh tonight was just bound to be interesting.
[/color]* CREDITS , ANYONE ?
most of the credit for this goes to take a chance on me over at caution modified by emily for this site - broken lights on the freeway .[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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