Fuck-Me Boots

I came to Australia from Texas, in the United States of America roughly one year ago. I came to Australia seeking a new life, new friends and if possible a new love intrest. There were many reasons for why I moved but the one that influenced me the most was the space it would put between me and my Ex.
I came here with only a few essential clothes, some spare money and my fuck-me boots. I had enrolled in a course at Newcastle University where I was to study Biology. I co-rented an appartment near the campus with a male named Daniel and we hit it off from the start. We were both new to the country - he was from Russia - and we both liked the same kind of moves and music, a match made in heaven.
The first few months of my university career passed quickly. I spent most of my time, studying, wokring in a small bookshop and masturbating - which was by all means the highlight of my time.
Late one night when I was sitting in the lounge room talking with Daniel about our aparent lack of money, was when he told me of a great way to earn money. I was intirgued and asked for more details. He told me that most of the guys in his Sport Studies class were talking about how they'd give anything to be roomate with me. He then said that maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea if I started selling sex for money, and how we could jazz up the appartment and he could manage me.
At first I disliked the idea and refused to talk to him for three days becasue of the fact that he had came up with the idea. Selling myself for money wasn't at the top of my list for things to do.
Then one day when I was in the checkout of a Woolworth store embarressed because I had to return three items because I didn't have enough money, that his idea came back to me.
It had taken on a new area of excitment inside me and now I was thinking that maybe it wasn't such a bad idea.
When I came home I asked him if he still wanted to go through with the idea. He said he would if I would, and then it all began. We created and email account and sent arounf flyers to all known guys who we thought would pay to fuck me. Turns out there are alot of desperate guys out there on campus.
And that's how I went from a small town girl from Texas to the Campus Whore, a role I hold with the highest honour - despite what some people may think, I actuall injoy it.
So here i've decided to write a blog. I probally won't update much untill the "bussiness" gets up and running but it's all in the name of progress.