It was 1998. I was fresh out of high school and surfing the Internet on my WebTV unit (you have to say that like 50 Cent says G-Unit…cause it’s way more funny that way). I had been tooling around on AOL chat rooms for awhile on my friend’s computers but I was just getting the hang of meeting people and weeding out the crazies.
This guy sent me an email and we started talking about HHG2G and other nerdy things that I was into at the time.
He seemed like a nice guy so we decided to meet up.
The thing is that we never exchanged pictures because neither of us had a way of getting a photo of ourselves on the Internet.
We decided to meet at a rest area on the Turnpike and have a cheap snack and bullshit for awhile.
I was going to be wearing a dark green army trench coat, he said that he’d be wearing some specific type of tshirt and so we went.
He didn’t know I was fat, I didn’t know he was black…we were just people interested in Science Fiction.
I pulled up in my 82 Oldsmobile cutlass supreme and was super super nervous. I’d met up with 2 or 3 guys from online before but it was still a new, dangerous and exciting way to date.
I sat in the front of the entrance to the rest area and waited for about 10 minutes. I was beginning to get cold feet when a tall stranger approached me.
“You Liz?” he asked.
I looked up and saw the most handsome face and bright green eyes.
He was a black guy, over 6 feet tall for sure. When he reached out to shake my hand and say hello, I was surprised at how long his fingers were.
“For sure,” I replied, “You must be Derrick,”
We sat outside talking and laughing with each other. The conversation was as easy as it had been from keyboard to keyboard.
After a few hours, there was an uncomfortable lull between us…
and he made his move.

He put his arm around my waist and pulled me towards him. We kissed and I remember thinking at the time that I had never been kissed like this before. His tongue was strong and knew exactly how I liked to be kissed.
I was totally under his spell and when he stopped kissing to ask me if I wanted to go back to his car I said, “How about if we go to mine, my back seat is probably bigger?”
We moved my car away from the herd of other people who had parked and then he climbed into the back seat.
When he unzipped his pants, I was definitely intimidated.
The cocks that I had seen so far were not even close to the 10 incher that this guy pulled out of his pants.
I started sucking, sliding my lips up and down his shaft. I gagged for the first time and was embarrassed that I couldn’t catch my breath.
“It’s ok, baby girl. Just take it slow,”
His hand found it’s way to the back of my head and he held me in place while he fucked my mouth. I wasn’t able to deepthroat yet but I did my best at getting as much inside my face as I could.
I wondered how his cock would feel in my pussy, if I’d be able to stretch myself wide enough to even get his thick head inside.
“Can I try riding you?” I said timidly.
“I’m sure we can work something out,”
I got out of the car to take off my jeans and I threw them in the passenger seat. (Harlot note: I don’t go on dates in pants anymore if I’m planning on banging…that’s a rookie mistake)
He asked me to keep my panties on, so I did.
I climbed onto his lap and we started kissing again. He grabbed onto my ass and started pulling my body down towards his, rubbing my pussy all over his cock.
My clit started getting hard and I could feel my panties getting stickier and stickier.
He slid his hand into the thin cotton fabric to see if I was ready. His long fingers felt amazing as he found his way into my fuck hole.
“You are TIGHT!” he said, “You sure you ready for me?”
“…I’m not sure, but I’d like to try?” I questioned.
I put one of my feet up on the bench seat and pushed my undies to the side. He rolled a rubber down to his balls and I slid my soaked cunt down onto his pole slowly.
“You ok?” he asked.
I didn’t even respond, I was focusing on how amazing it felt to be stretched open.
It wasn’t animalistic fucking…it was really more like making love.
He had to go slowly because he realized that if he took his time, we’d both definitely enjoy it more.
He fucked me slowly like that for about 45 minutes.
I wasn’t cumming…I actually couldn’t cum from penetration yet (I hadn’t discovered my trick) but I just kept riding and edging his cock closer to orgasm.
“I’m going to cum, bay,” he said.
I jumped off his cock and he rolled the condom up so I could take the shot of cum down my throat.
His jizz was thick and creamy and I swallowed every drop.
We both just sat in my back seat and breathed together for awhile before we said our good byes and I drove him back to his car.

I kinda love it and honestly, I know that the people who told me that they didn’t like it are just being hard assed douche bags. Some people are just negative by nature…I used to be like that…and then one day, I woke up and realized that my life was really not that bad at all.

The small thing that worries me about my impulsive decision to cut my hair, is that I’ve suddenly got this huge urge to change my appearance again.
Do I want a tattoo?
Do I want to dye my hair now?
Do I want to get back into body piercing??
Last night, for instance, instead of writing (as I should have been) I researched smiley piercings for like 2 hours.

I’m going to be 33 years old in a few weeks. Why would I get a piercing like that? What good could come out of me having a piercing on the inside of my lip?
I really can’t come up with a justifiable reason to do it…other then the fact that it would probably be easy to conceal…and the pain would be nice.
I think the realistic, grown up side of my brain is telling me to just work through whatever it is that’s going on inside my head and soon I’ll find my way out on the other side.

I really hope that I’m not freaking out about getting older.
That would totally suck.

I found out last month via twitter that I had been nominated for Best Cam Girl at the BBW Fan Fest Awards. One of my twitter friends said to me first thing in the morning:

Hey, Congrats on the nom! I follow someone else who posted the page and saw your name.They didn’t use caps for the 2nd part tho

so I’m like…Nom? as in noms? because I’m not eating anything at the moment, though if there’s bacon or sugar involved, I’m sure that would change.

And then he sends me a link to this:

BBW Fan Fest Nominations

and sure enough…if you scroll down the page, there’s my name
It’s an absolute HONOR to even be nominated for such a thing because, I really don’t consider myself a Cam Girl in the strict sense of the word.
I’m most certainly a Pervert…
I’m definitely an exhibitionist…
I’ve always been a writer…
There are definitely a bunch of sexual positions (har har) that I’ve found myself in since I started out on Xtube in 2009.

but cam shows have been something that I only recently started focusing on.
I definitely love doing them…there’s something so intimate about taking the video editing process out of masturbating in front of a camera. It’s more “real” I think, because it’s live and it’s happening in the moment.
Some of my cam customers have said that they feel like they’re actually making love to me while I guide them through their masturbation. That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

The polls for voting are now open, so if you guys could take 3 minutes out of your busy day to please CLICK HERE to place your ballot, I’d appreciate it. I just went through the form myself to see if it was cumbersome at all before I asked people to vote (cause sometimes those fucking survey voting things are obnoxious) and this one is fairly simple…Just put in your email address and then it’s just a matter of clicking on the dots to vote for your favorite BBW companies, sites and performers. It took me no time at all to get through the form.

I would definitely appreciate the votes…and I’d like to thank you all again for cumming along on this dirty, filthy ride with me.

Also, if you’d like your own cam show or even a private DVD of personalized and unreleased videos, hit me up on any of the social networking sites that I’m on or shoot me over an email (alphaharlot at yahoo dot com) so that we can work out the details.

and don’t forget about my Birthday request to watch your hot cocks cumming for me.

Mid day, just before lunch, I realized that the Xtube Twitter Account that I’m helping run was nearing a milestone…
Right after I had eaten, I saw that the account had reached 10,000 followers. This made me insanely happy. On my personal accounts, I really don’t pay attention to numbers. I’ve never looked my friend count on Xtube or tumblr. I just know it’s a bunch. I put shit out there…if people dig it enough to let me know, then that’s cool…but if they don’t then whatever. I socially network for myself…because it’s my hobby not for numbers.
This was different though.
This was a task that I had asked for back in January. The guy who runs Xtube believed in my abilities enough to take on the account and help with the networking. In 2 months, I got them over 10K and, while I don’t mean to toot my own horn (*cough* humble brag *cough*) I’m pretty damn impressed with myself.
I was on fucking cloud 9, sitting in my cubicle at work and just quietly celebrating with the smile on my face that no one got to see except for my monitor. It was an amazing sense of accomplishment that I was able to hit my goal of 10K followers by May 1st, just under the gun.

The day continues in relative silence…I turn my NPR stream a touch louder to drown out the pop music on her radio because it’s doing nothing but pissing me off.

At 3:00, I get a phone call from a customer.
She asks me about an invoice. I explain third party freight billing to her…she covers her hand with the receiver and explains it to her boss…he starts yelling.
She gets back on the phone and starts yelling what he’s yelling at me.
I explain things again in a slightly firmer intonation…and then things get crazy.
There’s a large bang on the other end of the phone…
then the distinct sound of SMACK…flesh on flesh…the dude grabs the phone from the chick and continues yelling at me.
I ask what that noise was…
he tells me that it’s none of my business, changes the subject and goes back to yelling about the freight costs.
He’s getting louder and louder…
and the Jersey attitude that I keep hidden in my back pocket starts to sneak out…and ends up right in my mouth.
I’m not sure who the fuck that guy thought he was talking to…
but I started going in.
Cause fuck you if you think that it’s ok to smack a chick (who I “hope” was his wife…not that anyone at all ever deserves to be hit..ever under any circumstances, but hitting employees is fucking insane) while you’re on the phone with me.
The woman is sobbing uncontrollably in the background while he yells at me…
Yells and yells and yells…
about taking his business elsewhere and me being incompetent…
and not knowing a thing about business…
and then I just hang up on him, cause again…fuck you.

I go over to my boss and I tell her the story because I’d rather report such craziness then have it come back to haunt me…
she tells me to call the cops…
So I look up the number of the police station in the town across the country and I called…I explained to them what happened and they said they’d check it out.

I’m just completely floored by today.
I hope that tomorrow is better.

Happy Beltaine

As with all of my video requests, creativity counts.
Will you make your own pie? Will you fuck the pie itself? Will you smear the sticky goodness all over the place or will you keep it as neat as possible?

I’m also going to be house sitting at the Hot Tub House starting on the 12th of May until the 19th (which is the day after my birthday) so I’ll be shooting tons of content over there and having a blast as usual.
I’ll also be doing live cam shows and shooting private DVDs like always, so if you’re interested in any of that while I’m in a location different from my own house, hit me up on any social networking websites that I belong to and we can work out the details.
Love you guys all very much…and thank you for making my life as fucking awesome as it is.
Cheers!!

If you’re down to watch me fucking myself with a spoon till I cum inside of it…and then drink the cum out of the pipe, hit play on this video from 2011:

and here’s the second one that I shot in 2012:

I’d always taken sexy pictures of myself for my lovers. I minored in photography in college so I always carried a camera around and snapping shots of my tits in public.

About 5 years ago, I started working at a Porn shop. A few months in, I hooked up with one of the customers who happened to be a member of Xtube. He posted these epic cum shot videos and asked me if I’d be cool with shooting some blowjob vids with him.

I set up my own profile and posted a few older pictures and like 2 or 3 cock sucking videos. There was a really positive response so after a few weeks, I put up some headless solo videos. Eventually I got the courage to show my face…and that’s when I discovered the Xtube forum.

While my straitlaced coworkers in the office were trying to hide their facebook pages in the corner of their monitors, I was checking out cock shots and pussies on the DL. It was my social networking addiction. The regulars there are still some of my best friends in the universe who know a whole lot of my deepest darkest secrets.

The guy who owns Xtube hung out there there all day too. He noticed that I was intelligent enough to make good decisions and offered me the Moderator position 4 months after I initially joined.

I started telling my sex stories and stuff on the board. I decided to finally create my own website (AlphaHarlot.com duh) because the only place that I was blogging was on MySpace and no one hung out there anymore.

Once Xtube merged in with the PornHub Network, he told the editor on Peeperz (this awesome guy named Bucky) about me and my website…and that’s how I started writing for them.

So that’s the story, morning glory.
It’s been a fun ride so far and as always, I’m very excited to see what new awesomeness is coming into my life next.

The other morning, I was laying in bed waiting for my alarm clock to go off when I had a thought.
What if I just hooked up with one of the guys that follows me online.
Just one.
Just a one time thing where we both get our rocks off and then go our separate ways…
Could I do that?
I mean, one time would kind of be hot, right?
Like that Fuck a Fan series where famous Porn Stars do a scene or two with their biggest fan.
It might be kinda thrilling.

I’m just afraid that if I choose one person, there’s going to be a flood of people and then jealousy and stupid drama crap is going to happen and I’m really not interested in participating in any nonsense like that.
I keep posting ads to Craig’s List for very specific things that I’d like to try.
“Do you have your balls pierced?”
“Are you a hairy guy looking to have your face sat upon for hours?”
“Have you ever had your cock sucked off the side of a couch?”
“Want to help me figure out the logistics of having sex in my smart car?”

I’m half hoping that someone that I am attracted to physically is going to respond with something that turns my mind on, thereby turning my body on and then I’ll be able to easily decide that I’m down to fuck them.
Try, try again I suppose.
At least I know I’ve got options.