Naomi at the keyboard.

Since I like to pontificate and SEO is of the utmost importance in this dick-sucking game in 2024, I decided it made sense to start writing. Like my tweets and personality, material here is likely to undergo little to no filtration before being released into the world because raging ADHD. My close friend Chloe Nova suggested I might include some debauched bits of erotica I've written in which I corrupt popular franchises (a gangbang scene between the polka band and the mom in Home Alone and a Golden Girls lesbian piss orgy, clearly, I say this with a lot of pride, because they were fucking funny) and that may be the case. But I suppose I'll forewarn readers- neither editing nor impulse control are my strong suits. I'm a free spirit, for better or worse. ...But you like that, don't you?

I started escorting in 2018 in Allentown while I attended grad school. For that first year until the onset of Covid, the only barrier holding me back in my success in that venture was myself. I had focused my hopes for upward social mobility in academia and continued to capitulate to the desires of my family and those around me by viewing my whoring as a temporary embarrassment even though I adored it.

When the pandemic started, I had just left graduate school and began working. I had been taken off the market by a gentleman who later passed of Covid and full service sex work seemed too dangerous to continue. So when he passed, I left.

I pined undercover in scrubs for a bit longer in this life until the summer of 2022, during which a short lived flirtation with escorting for a second time led me to meet one of my most loyal suitors. But I stayed, bird on the wire, in more white collar work that sucked the life out of me until September of 2023.

When I just... scrawled my notice on a piece of printer paper and handed it, wiping a fat tear from my eye, to my boss. I knew I could no longer depend on a conventional path to get me by or allow me living conditions in which I could thrive. This was the "for worse" part of my intractably free spirit. And I knew that even if I could thrive in those conditions, I'd seen an alternative, and I just didn't want anything else anymore.

I wanted my fucking liberty.

If you are reading this, you are likely either currently contemplating or have contemplated hiring me, taking me out, seeing me in the flesh, touching my skin. Hearing my voice in your ear with my breath on your neck. You've been wondering what it would be like to have all the freedom to explore and indulge. I know you've been thinking about it - we all have our well-watered secret gardens. The places in our minds where we nourish things that are too tender to reveal to others. Places where we are at liberty. I love to enter that place with you when you show yourself to me, and linger in it long afterwards. I want to keep that memory revolving in your cheek like a hard candy.

In my head for those years, earning enough to save for my future, enjoy travel and possibility, and a calendar continually full of hot dates and ravishment was my secret garden.

Which means my dream came true because of you nice people who found me on the internet.

Which means your happiness is my happiness. Your happiness is the stuff of my dreams, actually.

I am thrilled and grateful for the life I lead now, in which I can say I've finally ticked the following items off of my sex work bucket list:

• being put in the will

• being voluntarily removed from the will because that poor man was delulu

• FMTYs through the continental US and Europe,

• paying down my student debt,

• making additional job training possible for the future,

• banging a 90s musician of moderate notoriety

• purchasing extravagant designer shoes

• fisting. (Ok, but why not?)

None of this would be possible without my longtime supporters (including clients from that first stint in 2018 who have come back to me like moths to a flame and for that I am incredibly grateful). Each time you book with me, you facilitate a life of pleasure and wonder for me, and I hope to pay you back dividends.

I hope my delight in experimentation and play allows you to experience joy through my eyes and in my hands. I hope the enthusiasm I show when you allow me to accompany you on new experiences rubs off on you and makes things you might feel nonchalant about special again. I hope that by modeling good-natured openness, that I can also help you appreciate how wholesome very, very dirty things can be.

I mean that - in the sense of being conducive to health; embracing our urges, shedding the old tired shame heaped on us by older generations who didn't know any better and feeling grounded and satisfied in our bodies - sex is absolutely a wholesome activity. Holesome, too, I suppose, but let's pretend I never invented that.

Being a companion, for me, is the most wholesome lifestyle choice there is. In the words of Dolly Parton in the Best Little Whorehouse in Texas - "ain't nothing dirty going on." In this career, I'm the freest, the most myself, the most authentic, the happiest. My supporters and regular clients have provided me with so much, materially and non. I hope that I can entertain you here as well and perhaps entice you into booking my company. If I'm successful, I'd love to show you that free spirit - unbridled, possibly cowgirl.

Thank you for reading, checking out my page, booking with me, supporting me on social media, and for all the gifts you give. More soon unless the ADHD gets the best of me and I scrap this.