1/28/2012 - Tea witht he Gurls and Fun with My Boys
Hello My Darling Boys and Gurls,
I'm in Stamford, CT this morning. After I finish this update I'm going to pack up and head home. I'm tired. The last 10 days finally caught up with me. I'm not a kid anymore and that is one of the huge difference I've noticed the last few years as I get older. I can't go, go, go all the time.
No complaints. I'm still having a great time. I've just had to learn to rest when I need to.
Still, I hear folks decades younger complaining about being exhausted and I have to keep the corners of my mouth from curling up in a smirk. I'm not doing so badly after all.
Last Sunday I was still in sunny Lauderdale. I was going to meet a Palm Beach provider for brunch. We've traded references and spoken on the phone over the years. Cherie, the Lady of the Palm Beaches. She is known for her "flexibility" and was a competitive body builder. It was time we finally met.
She picked me up at my 2 1/2 star hotel (keeping the expenses low)and we headed to Cafe Aruba. They have a lovely brunch and since it's on the beach it was perfect. She is a beautiful 50 something gal with a body any 20 year old would die for. And she works hard to keep it with a strict organic diet and religious workouts. Me......I like to eat and drink too much. There's always going to be a little "extra" on my frame for you to hold onto.
I chuckled when I met the "boyfriend" she said she was bringing. They had been together 2 months. A darling year old Yorkshire terrier mix. She'd left his leash home so she popped him in a tiny baby stroller and wheeled him into Aruba. Heads turned for sure. She in tight, lowcut workout clothes, me in tights and a lowcut top.
We chattered away about life and our friends. I'd been sharing one nasty exchange from the morning. One rude guy had called and asked my donation. I sent him to my website. Which my ad had required. Of course, he couldn't take the time to read the donation page. The next I knew the nasty texts began. I needed to change my attitude, young girls were charging way less than I. I texted back, "Let me guess, Backpage?" Then a really ugly text appeared. I didn't answer. When someone is rude to me, I am rude back. Calling doesn't guarantee that we'll meet. Being courteous goes a long way to insuring we do. If you are, I'll be just as nice as you have been. I value my service enough not to put up with that bulls---.
Still, I try and not take these things personally but it's difficult at times and I shared it with Cherie. She nonchalantly nodded and continued on another note. Just another day in the life of a provider. lol
While we were brunching my new friend from the day before stopped by to say hello. She had been my reference for our encounter so we were both delighted to see him. He asked us to join him for a drink and we did. He's a sweetheart and I'd love to see him again.
We parted with hugs and well wishes. I had to get ready for the afternoon tea for the gurls. The third and final event of the Cuck and Bull weekend. Lady Femina had told me it was casual and I arrived early to catch a few rays.
As was the norm this weekend, the party had started early. The tea sandwiches were plated, china cups for coffee and tea and Chevra to serve them. We all hugged and said hello and I went outside to get some sun. Chevra made me a Mimosa.
Champagne, sunshine and friends. What could be more perfect? It was a laid back day with old and new friends. Comfortable, relaxing and soon to be wild. But not for me. Although one young bull had come up behind me while I was sitting and I had rested my head on his generous "pillow" I was content to watch any action that might occur.
A few of the bulls were in attendance and in no time, Lady Femina and others were partaking of their skills. Just another day in the life of a kinkster. I HAVE decided that I will attend the next Cuck and Bull party March 23 and 24th in Tampa. I'll head down a day early with an incall location close to the airport for a day. Then I'll be close to the party for the rest of the weekend. I have to keep up my no tan lines you know.
I said my goodbyes and headed to the cemetery to pay my respects to my grandson. Then on to a quick dinner and an appointment on the way. It had been a surprisingly good business week for South Florida. My new friend was an adorable latino who loved older women. Since I love younger men it was a good fit. And a good fit we were. Ah......how sweet it is.
Monday I packed and headed to the airport. I had time for lunch and ordered some Sushi. It is a good thing I did because our 12:30 departure didn't occur until almost 2pm. Weather delays in the New York area were slowing down air traffic. Delta needed the gate so they parked us on the tarmac until we could take off. I'd called my ride, my sister's beau, to let him know I'd be late. No worries he said.
Fortunately, my seatmate was a lovely young guy from Phoenix who was in the National Guard. He'd been in Miami for a naming party. He had emigrated from Senegal years before, was now an American citizen and had been visiting family and celebrating the birth of a new child. His connections were tight if we were late. I had given him the Delta special services number to see if he could rebook before the plane left the gate. Nothing available and it was looking like he'd be spending the night in the terminal at JFK. Our luck pervailed and the pilot made up a lot of the delay, landing only 40 minutes late. My new friend would be able to get to Phoenix.
I never intrude on someone's space on an airplane. If they seem friendly and decent and want to chat, I will. Otherwise, we all bury our noses in books and politely hand over the beverages.
It was a miserable descent through the clouds as we landed at JFK. Gone were the beautiful bright blue skies, flowers and sunshine of Lauderdale. Back to the gray and brown of the northeast. Patches of snow were visible everywhere.
I've learned that being happy in life isn't about where you live. It's about who you surround yourself with and the attitude with which you approach each day. For me, happiness is a decision I make each and every day I arise. I can choose to be miserable or I can be thankful and look forward to the day. I think you know which I adapt.
We arrived home after 8pm, having to stop for gas. Sis and my son had been working on a major construction project in my absence. She had made her bedroom closet and mine into one big one in my room. There was sheetrock dust everywhere and two very tired relatives when I returned. But I had a huge closet.
I was touched that my sister would do that. Even though I won't be there forever, she was saying, "this is your home." I'm thankful.
I only had that evening and the next morning to unpack, do laundry and repack. My wardrobe was going to be very different than the one I needed for Florida and the party.
I left a little later than planned. Just too much to do. I had to put the pedal to the metal. One of my ATF's from Stamford was hot to trot and wanted me in Westchester NOW.
I checked in, unpacked, bathed and texted him I was ready. At 3:30 he rushed through the day and kissed me with abandon. Pushing me back against the hallway wall and lifting the skirt of my dress. Tasting me and then dragging me to the bed. The fun had begun.
Later, we relaxed and caught up during the pillow talk time. He's a hot blooded Italian with a short fuse. I'd seen if myself once but I've also seen him come to my rescue when someone threatened my world in Stamford. Passion rules his life. I love that about him.
This week in Westchester was great. Stamford, not so much but my last friend yesterday made up for the slowness of Stamford. I had a thunder boomer to curl my toes. And it went on and on.
After, I sighed and said, "thanks, I needed that." He said he had also.
So I went to the movies, the Underworld sequel was about all there was at the Mall theater. And last night I watched "The Help" in my room. Great flick. Underworld....maybe a half a star. But I love vampires and all that ilk so it passed the time. Plus, it gives me an excuse to eat the popcorn with lots of fake butter. The Artist and War Horse are on my to see list yet.
Great dining and shopping in Westchester and Stamford. I purchased two new pairs of sexy heels. I think you'll love them both. New earrings and a cheetah print blouse from Zara. One of my fav stores. Most all bought for my next photo shoot in Boston on February 4th. It is going to be in my photographers studio so I'm looking forward to some great new photos for you.
I am working on a new website for annekepleasures. I know I've been saying that for two years but this time I've made the deposit and it's in the works. It's simpler and I'll be able to edit the content myself. Still very elegant and with all the bells and whistles.
Time to pack and head west and north. I'll be in Waltham next Wednesday until Saturday morning when I have my shoot. Then Worcester for an overnight with another of my ATF's. He's preparing dinner this time. Beef Stroganoff.
Next week, it's the Morristown, NJ area and one night in Scranton, PA. I have NO idea how that will turn out. But nothing ventured, nothing gained. That is what makes this business exciting. You never know what is going to happen.
Life is good.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
1/25/2012 - The Rest of the Cuck and Bull Memories and More
Hello Hotties,
I've had a lot of folks tell me they read Saturday's recounting of the first night of the Cuck and Bull Event in Lauderdale. In fact, some are already signing up for the next one the end of March in Tampa. You can learn more at www.cuckoldparties.com. You'll see my friend Lady Femina on the opening page.
Where am I now? In West Harrison, NY. For those who don't know that's in Westchester County. Close to White Plains. North of NYC. Tomorrow afternoon I head over to my old haunts in Stamford, CT. Biz has been great here so far and I'm looking forward to lots more naughtiness. But back to Lauderdale and last weekend.
Friday was fabulous. It was the right mix of people and a great energy. I wondered, "how could that possibley be equaled or topped." The benefit of being mature is that you have learned 1. not to be anxious about such things and 2. anything can happen in life. In other words, what ever happens, happens, so sit back and enjoy it.
A new friend, (an absolute sweetheart) came to visit Saturday around noon and after we had our fun I freshened up, packed my suntan gear and headed out to have a late lunch. Skyline Chili. Spaghetti chili. 5 way. Those of you who are fans will know what I'm talking about. THE best!
Then I was going to continue to work on my no tan lines at Lady Terrice's. An hour in the sun and back to my hotel. I wanted to make sure I was looking the best I could for the BIG party that night. 45-50 were expected.
A few weeks ago I'd found a sexy Armani black dress, all studded with beads. Up to here and down to there. Know what I mean? Black stockings and stiletto sandals of course.
The party was already underway when I arrived. That means one hot latino gal was getting the bejusus f----d out of her by a bull I haven't seen before.
My host made me a martini and we put the bottle of sparkling Moscato in the fridge for later. I had a feeling this party was going to go all night.
Chit Chat here and there, introductions to new friends, watching the fun and thoroughly enjoying myself. Lady Femina, Lady Terrice and anthony had outdone themselves again.
I was introduced to a transgender couple from Miami. The folks I was supposed to have dinner with Wednesday evening IF I'd caught my intended flight. They have a website targeted to strap on training. If you are interested I'll find the link for you.
We're not talking about those regular sized ones I use on some of you. We are talking HUMUNGOUS strap ons. They are a very exotic and petite pair of ladies. Beautiful and mature. Charming and intelligent. Just like all the folks at this party. Kinky people are usually highly intelligent I've found.
One young couple, who were first timers, were kind of off by themselves and I ventured over to say hello and help them feel welcome. She wanted to be with a gent with an enormous cock. He was willing to let her. Both were scared. So we sat and talked about their relationship, what this lifestyle could do, how to surive and thrive in it and more.
Soon she approached this handsome black man who was enjoying some oral delights from Lady Femina's female slave. This young gal's eyes lit up and the next thing we all knew, she was on her back on the Tantra chair and having the time of her life. Again and again and again. Her husband's eyes were wide open and he seemed to be enjoying HER enjoyment.
And so it continued, every bed, couch, chair, even the massage table had people sucking and f---g. The air had to be saturated with phermonomes. I know the place sure smelled like sex.
One gent I'd met the night before looked each other in the eye and I said, "let's go." I jumped in Lady Terrice's bed, (plastic under everything) and I began my own style of fellatio. His eyes widened and he moaned. And we had an audience. He pulled me to the side of the bed so he could return the favor. My partner of the night before jumped on the bed and slide his rock hard cock into my mouth.
One of my friends came by and told my new partner, here, this is what she likes and began to spank my already wet pussy. My new partner took over. Holy Batman! We all needed a raincoat and now there really was an audience. He couldn't stand it any longer, cover on, and slide in. He was so hot that he blew..fairly soon. And number two slide in and then number three, the two of them alternating while I still had my mouth full. This continued a bit, my drenching the side of the bed and the floor, when number four stepped up. At that point, I held up my hand and said,"later." I needed a break.
Actually I really didn't but I was thinking of the months of back pain and didn't want to push myself back into problems. Cool it now Anneke. You can have more fun later.
And I did. Further into the evening I hooked up again with my Friday night partner. Just some really nice chemistry there. And I'd had it with my first partner of the night. These were really nice guys.
There were all kinds of vignettes to share. I can still see one of the trangendered couple,the female partner, on the day bed in Chevra's room. Getting the works. Chevra was our maid for the weekend. Google Chevro Steel is you'd like.
The young gal from Iowa, whose cukolded husband had spent condoms, hanging off of his penis cage, was having the time of her life, both nights. I can't imagine a party like this one in Des Moines.
Our shy young gal on the massage table with yet another young bull. Lady Femina with four in another room.
I know, it's a plain vanilla world out there most of the time. Thankfully it's not mine.
I've realized this is who I am. Not 24/7. Not every week or even every month. But it is a huge part of what makes up Anneke.
The everyday organized Martha Steward in her home life. And the slut in her business and private life.
I didn't need any ice nor any pain pills. I felt great and as I look back at this weekend I realize how far I've come from the pain filled weeks and months and I'm VERY thankful.
And having a blast! LIFE IS GOOD. More about my week in Westchester and Stamford this weekend. AND the third day the party, The tea for the gurls. Stay tuned!
Your Happily Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
1/21/2012 - My Week in Lauderdale and the First Installment of The Party
Hello Boys,
I am in Ft. Lauderdale until the 23rd. The weather is in the 70's, sunny, dry....perfect. I've already visited some of my old haunts and bought a bathing suit.
Gasp! Yes, a bathing suit. More later.
We left early for JFK Wednesday but obviously not early enough as I arrived 5 minutes past the time that you can check in. Trying not to be annoyed I decided to make the best of it and joined the Delta Sky Lounge for the day.
I got myself settled in, set up my computer near the big tv to watch the news and made myself a cup of whipped coffee. Their delicious fig newton like biscuits completed my missed breakfast. The gals at the check in desk felt so sorry for me they gave me a free drink ticket for my now almost 8 hour later flight. I was going to miss a whole afternoon of sun.
Nothing to be done for it so I kept up on emails, texts, the news, read a new book. "A Discovery of Witches" by Deborah Harkness and just chilled.
Around lunch time I headed out for a decent meal in the Delta terminal at Bon Fire, one of Todd English's restaurants. A skirt steak taco and a big glass of Stella. It was going to be hours before I had to pick up my rental car.
Most of you probably know there are several Sky lounges scattered throughout the Delta terminal. I next checked into the one by gate 6 that opened at 1pm. BIG difference from my first and I enjoyed the luxury until flight time.
I was lucky to even get a seat to Florida so I wasn't going to complain that I had one next to a window. It was ameliorated by an exit row location. I stuffed my coat between me and the draft coming through the side of the plane and read my book. We left 45 minutes late. ARGH! Was I EVER going to get to Florida?
Despite headwinds we managed to make up some time. Baggage collected I headed to the rental car counter. Hertz gold. Yet there was a line and several boisterous, complaining businessmen. I looked at one and commented, "hey, you are in South Florida. Things are different here." And they are.
For a state that derives most of it's revenue from the service industry the managers of a lot of companies have forgotten to train their employess in what customer service really means. Thankfully that's not everywhere and I've met some really sweet folks this week. Of course, they are mostly Latino. The demographics have changed since I lived here last.
I lived in Ft. Lauderdale from 1994 to 2001. The latter two years as a single woman. What a place to be single IF you have money. I had next to none so it was frustrating seeing all that was available and not being able to partake of what this area had to offer. No complaints. It shaped me to be grateful the rest of my life even when times were tough again.
Perhaps that is why I've been able to get through these last three to four years of economic downturn. My mantra was, "there are folks worse off than I."
Finally the rental car was ready and I drove up Hwy 1. It was a gorgeous evening and I put the windows down to enjoy the lovely air. This was a trip down memory lane.
I'm north of Commercial, not far from where my grandson is buried. I'll bring flowers to the memorial park tomorrow. That pleases my son. He was his only son and his best buddy.
I hope none of you are offended that I include the regular stuff of life here along with the titillating events. After all, that IS my life. And this journal is a recounting in a true fashion. Bumps and all. His passing was one of the worst things that ever happened in my life and it also has shaped my attitude toward living life to the fullest. Remember, I said above, "it could be worse?" He called me his hippie grandmother because of the wild, long curly hair I had back then.
But back to today. I checked in Wednesday evening and unpacked. It helps me to have things organized when I arrive. I've now made a new nest.
I caught up on email and voicemail. Someone from St. Pete was here and looking for some fun. I verified him and we planned our adventure. Yes, I'd been up since 4:30am but a shower and some naughtiness would probably do me good.
He arrived on time and the games began. Thankfully he wanted to make sure I was well satisfied too. And he did. The stress of the day washing away in Lake Anneke and a good O. Thanks darlin'.
I'd let Lady Femina/Lauren and friends know I'd arrived. I'd missed a Miami dinner invite by arriving late.
I headed out for a late night bite and wound up at a Denny's. This time of night, a glass of awful wine and a club sandwich hit the spot. After the O, a little wine and a light meal, I could get some rest.
I'd spent part of the day screening. I'm always taken aback by the rudeness of some of the guys here in South Florida when they are asking to meet. One said, "well, how big are those tits?" I told him I wished he hadn't said that and he replied, "well, I want to know." I hung up. He called two more times and I ignored him.
I'm not putting up with that disrespect. I'm not some little crack head who needs to make money so her pimp can buy her next fix. She and he are willing to put up with any attitude. I am not.
Gentlemen only at Chez Anneke. lol That's my new marketing tagline. Chez Anneke * Full menu and no rush between courses. No calories either unless you bring the champagne. I'll have the flutes. (and I do) So far, it's seemed to work well. A little lightness and some fun implied. And for me, that is what this is all about. Having a good time.
Thursday I slept in and went to the Egg and You for breakfast. Then to Target to buy that bathing suit. That stuck in my craw I'll tell you. Back to the room, showered and primped and greeted a new friend. After our romp I got ready to head to the pool. Bathing suit, lathered on sunscreen and donned a big hat.
I sashayed to the pool and after trying to find the gate, "Hola" and the guy showing me how to get in, I found a seat. Arranged my towel and myself, noticing this young Latino giving me the eye. I realized it was probably the pheromones from my naughty liason. They are reaching noses long before I even arrive. What a powerful tool for seduction.
I timed my rays. One hour total. The South Florida sun is very strong. All the while, the young one staring at me. I'm smiling to myself. It's always cool when a civilian likes what you look like too. Especially when it's the natural you. No photographer finding the best angle to make you look otherworldly.
I left and he waved goodbye. I waved back.
Time for a light lunch and I headed to Cafe Aruba on the beach at Commercial. A glass of white wine and some huge peel and eat shrimp. Chattering away with a family on my right from Massachusetts. It's like that here. Folks on vacation from other parts of the country like to meet new people. Fine with me. I do also.
I had broken a nail, (that's a momumental deal guys) so I went to an old nail salon to get it repaired. I thought, why not pamper myself? So, repaired nail, fresh polish on my fingers and a pedicure and polish on my toes. Dark bronzey red. Now I'm all decked out for the weekend.
I'd been invited to Party Central for dinner. We hadn't seen each other since I left Florida in September. I had been a sorry case. Struggling with selling all my belongings, selling my home and in constant pain. I was a mess and they said it was heartbreaking to see me drive away.
Now, I strutted in, pain free with a big smile on my face. And a new aura. I was back to being the lively beloved friend they knew. They were delighted.
My host made me a martini. Only one...had to drive home. Homemade lasagna, a big salad and old friends. Nothing better.
We detailed the itinerary for the weekend and the guest list. We recounted tall tales and laughed ourselves silly at the antics of our client friends. After all, all three of us girls there were providers. No names of course. Our one male friend loves to sit back and hear about our lives and listen to us share. Concerns and triumphs.
I left around 9pm and after freshening up at my hotel, headed to Christopher's. This was the ultimate meat market in it's day. On Saturday nights I'm told it still is. Thursday night, ladies night is really Latin night. All the crowd were latino and the music was also. I got a diet coke for my free drink and just sat back and watched.
I love how Latin men are so comfortable with themselves. They are dancing their asses off and no one is thinking it's silly. Like American men. That's my biggest complaint about you. You think dancing is a chore. Music is part of our souls and a wonderful way to let loose. The Irish men know that too. So, I sat back, watched and smiled as these sexy latin folks enjoyed themselves. They sure know how to live and the women look hot, dress hot and act it also. Great stuff.
I only stayed a while and headed back to my hotel. I was still catching up from the trip and life.
Friday was an errand day and those accomplished I called party central to ask if I could come and share their sun. There was no way I was going to put a bathing suit on again. They are so situated that nude sunbathing is easy and possible. So I did. No freakin' tan lines for me. Or a white stomach. Unthinkable!
One hour of sun again and I headed to Billy's Stone Crab in Hollywood for lunch. A seat on the patio overlooking the intercoastal. Another beautiful January Florida day. Perfect. I've had better stone crabs but still, to a now Upstate NY landlocked resident, it was fabulous.
Home....up 95 and over Commercial to get ready for the first night of the Party weekend. It was a "shaving night." What is that? Well, the cukold males were to be shaved for the Goddesses and Mistresses pleasure. But first, cocktails, a light buffet and getting to know one another. Not all the Saturday guests would attend. Last evenings guest list included cuckold single males, single sluts, (that's us) one cukold couple and 6 black bulls.
I'd brought a bottle of champagne and I was just going to "see what happened." I don't have a BBC fetish. I'm attracted to the person. Not his equipment or a particular color. So I never know who might ring my chimes.
Let me tell you every single one of the bulls were good looking, classy, gentlemen. I chatted with several of them and sat on the couch between two hunks. One stood out for me. 6'4", handsome, green eyes. Eventually we navigated togather, his hand stroking my back and when Lady Terrice said, "let the f-----g begin" I took his hand and we headed to the back bedroom.
We had to share the bed with another couple but that only heightened the excitement. Having another pair sucking and fucking while you are also.......wow!
He was a lover and a damned good one. I'd warned him I was a squirter and not to be deterred, he dove in. After I'd visited his nether regions. Good size for a tall man. Believe it or not, most tall guys are not big. Who cares when they have tongues like his. Holy Moses, Lake Anneke was bursting the dam and we had to throw out one towel and replace it soon.
I climbed on top for a bit and then we switched places. I'm sure they could here him slapping against me from the other room. The condom was not helping so I went back to oral for him.
Soon, I felt a hand behind me and I turned to see another guy with a big smile on his face and a hard on. We were back to my oral ministrations for my partner and he was close. While it would have been hot to have my new friend, slide into me, (I made sure he was covered) I asked him to wait until later. I wanted to give my full attention to my gorgeous partner.
Next I knew, someone was slapping my pussy. A voice whispered, "it's -----" Lady Femina's cuckold. This was supposedly a no no for the cuckold's but we've been other things for each other and he knows how I am. And no one else was around. We'd had a big audience of cuckold's earlier.
I am bobbing on my friend's cock and t--- is smacking my pussy. I'm gushing all over the place.
That must have turned my partner on even more and he exploded in my mouth. He is gasping. ^&%&*@!. t--- asked me for his snowball and I complied. Talk about a hot moment.
Dressed again, out having a snack the party was in full swing. People are everything and Lady Femina is now in the back bedrooom with 3 bulls. My former partner jumping in to enjoy her also.
I'm relaxed and chatting with friends. My partner returns and we head to the hot tub. Another bull joining us. I have a big smile on my face because I'm sitting in the warm water on a beautiful Florida evening with a cock in each hand. One is stroking my breast, the other playing with my pussy.
My former partner leans over and kisses me. Then deepens the kiss. The other gent realizes this is becoming a private moment and leaves. We sit in the hot tub for a long time, kissing and licking each other's neck, ears, breasts. Finally it's time and we head back to the bedroom. This time we're alone. And once again, he explodes in my mouth. No ---- to take the snowball this time. That's okay....we've had some fun moments.
The party is winding down and it seems that everyone is about f---d out. Folks are eating and chatting and all of us girls look like we've been well serviced.
Lady Femina is on one side of me. My partner the other. She rests her head on my shoulder and he is stroking my leg. We all make plans for round two tonight. This is the big group.
I can't even begin to imagine what will happen. Life is good.
More tomorrow.
Your VERY, VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
1/15/2012 - Finally It Is Winter
Hello Dah-lings!
It's going to be 9 above zero tonight in upstate New York. No snow but OH so cold. We can't complain, winter has been slow to arrive. And I'm heading to Fort Lauderdale this week, just in time. Sun, fun and lots of kinkiness.
I got back to Upstate NY last evening after three nights and four days in Manhattan. For the most part, it was a very successful tour. And I got to enjoy the city, buy my favorite stockings, add a couple of sexy things to my wardrobe for the next photo shoot and have some fun.
The weather forecast was mixed, cold rain, cold and more cold so I brought the new coat. Friday evening I really needed it on a walk down Lexington to the Capital Grille on 42nd Street.
But before that there was a harbinger that winter was finally on it's way. It's a dilemma when I pack for a tour. I'll admit I sometimes get tired of schelepping luggage. When I start to have an attitude about it I remind myself that this is part of my job. Then my attitude brightens and I don't mind the packing, unpacking, packing, unpacking. After all I AM a road warrior.
Do I bring two coats? One for not so cold and one for not to freeze your ass off? I opted for the one I would be toasty in no matter how cold it dropped so the mink went on my back.
It weighs a ton. So my Friday morning walk over to Madison from Lexington at 51st up to 68th had me sweating. It's the warmest coat I've ever had. But man oh man, it's like walking with weights. But it does it look awesome.
Two months ago I could not have done that walk and not suffered. No worries. No pain. I can't tell you how great that was. I've come a long way. I am so thankful!
Old friends came calling this week. Mixed in with some new hotties it was hot, hot, hot. Saturday after checkout I met a sexy friend for lunch. Tall, dark, handsome, a Brit and exotic. Very, very intelligent. And single. I'm sticking to my guns here. A lovely brunch. Lively discussion and we both hopped in a cab. He back to his hotel, he works in Manhattan but prefers a hotel and me on to a friend's apartment. I'd brought my "fix anything" son down with me on Wednesday and dropped him off to help her with some painting and remodeling. My friend and I held hands in the cab and I kissed him goodbye. More would have to wait until another time.
I love men who are brilliant. The thinkers, the doers, the ones who push the envelope and take risks. I never realized how much of a risk taker I was until my lover to be, who is still in Europe, pointed out that I was also. He's one of those exceptionally hot and brilliant bad boys that I seem to gravitate towards. Yes, single also.
I've pretty much decided to leave www.annekexposed.com up. It will be a vintage site. In other words, the oldie but goodies stay up but there will be very few updates. I'll lower the price/length of time to join, whatever it takes to make it a good value.
Someone called me today to ask about filming. He asked me if I was retired. I said, no, but I'd lost my taste for porn unless someone made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Then he told me that the boards/blog chatter was that I was one of the hottest milf's out there. You know, I think it was probably baloney but it was nice to hear it anyway. I'm not even a milf. I'm a gilf now. Still, gilf's love a compliment. Hopefully it was genuine.
Tasks completed, my son and I drove home yesterday evening and after dinner together I hauled my luggage into Sis's house. An adorable little part Jack Russell terrier greeted me at the door. My Sis had taken custody of this little cutie. She hadn't been getting good care and my kind hearted sis couldn't stand it.
So now we have a full house here. Two cats. One a black and white tabby, VERY well fed, about 10 years old, a new kitty, orange and white tiger, about 8 months old and a 6 year old pooch. Add three adults and we've a house full. The cats are neutered males and the pooch is a female who will be spayed soon.
Then there's my stuffed pal lying on my bed. It's animal heaven.
I have two very different lives right now. One a very suburban sister, mom, a plain vanilla lady. I think it's kind of cute. And the other.......well, you know about the other. What kind of label can we put on it? Hooker in disguise, hottie road warrior, the hottest gilf or maybe just a grown up gal who loves pleasing her gentleman friends and who's looking for that special someone to be by her side?
Whatever the description it will be a good one because life is never boring and very, very good.
If you're in South Florida this week come and see me. You can rub the suntan lotion all over me.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
1/09/2012 - A New Bedmate
Hello Boys,
I forgot to tell you about my new sleepmate. I met more than one hottie during my last Albany visit. But one in particular was a gorgeous, lovely younger man. It would be an understatement to say we clicked on another level.
I have a nice reminder of our time together. He not only brought champagne he brought an adorable little stuffed dog. My sister even oohed and aahed over this cute little thing. She asked,"what is his name?" If you are reading this, it's yours darlin'. And we're sleeping together.
It's it funny how just a simple thoughtful gesture can make such a big impact. No, I don't want a bed full of stuffed animals so one was enough. But the thought and the cuddly toy at night is sweet.
I had nice lunch with my son yesterday. A beautiful ride up into the Catskills with Sis and her S O. A homemade dinner of spaghetti and meatballs. A call from someone I used to date. A late night Skype chat with my "lover interest" who is now heading to Austria again and I went to sleep last evening hugging my new friend. It was a good day.
Have a great week guys. Ihope to see some of you in Manhattan this week. Life is good.
Smiles and Soft Kisses,
Anneke
1/08/2012 - Spring in the Winter
Hello Boys,
We've had unseasonably warmer weather this year in the Northeast. Oh, there were a couple of frigid days earlier this week but it didn't last long enough for me to have an excuse to wear my new coat.
Still, I know it's hanging in my closet and that makes me smile.
It was a busy week. Monday I drove down to the city to take LuLu shopping. As true with most folks who live in Manhattan, LuLu doesn't keep a car. Unless you travel outside the city often you don't need one. Subways and cabs are cheap. Trains and planes take care of the rest. Or you can always rent a car. It's not that expensive to do so.
We did her shopping and then headed over to the Capital Grille for lunch at the Garden State Mall. There was NO traffic driving down to the city or out to the mall. But there sure was gridlock AT the mall. It took us forever to get out of the parking lot and when I finally put on my agressive New Yorker driving hat we were able to get out of the parking lot.
No traffic back into the city and none back to Kingston. The Monday after New Year's was a banking holiday. Piece of cake.
Gym, the usual errands of life made up the next couple of days. Thursday I pointed the car to the Albany Area and a short tour. I stay in Saratoga County. The Albany County boys in blue are brutal. Best to stay out of there.
I was totally surprised by my hotel. It was brand new and atypically it had gone upscale. Even adding a popular Capital District high end chain to it's offerings. Now that was nice.
I had friends waiting so I unpacked, arranged the room to my liking and unscrewed the light bulbs, replacing them with my own red ones. I've done that for a long time. Much safer than using candles and it creates a sensual atmosphere. And my own red light district. HA!
We had a multi-hour romp. In fact, all of my friends this tour stayed and played. Hmm, it was that way the last time I visited the Albany area. And again, they brought champagne and gifts. Of course, I had the flutes waiting.
Thursday evening I went downstairs for dinner. The bar and restaurant were jammed. That is something you never see in this chain so it was sweet. However, the bar staff wasn't up to the challenge and dinner and service was spotty at best. The owner of the chain was in attendence so he could not have been happy. Still, it takes time to train a staff. I was disappointed. Overpromised and overpriced but based on my experiences with their other restaurants I know it will improve.
As always, the folks in the Albany area are friendly. I grew up in that area of the Northeast and the folks are great. Hard working, hard charging like the rest of the Northeast but with a softer, friendlier style. Folks from "the city" always make fun of Upstate NY, calling them farmers. There's never been anything unsophicated about the Albany/Saratoga area at all. In fact, for one who loves fashion, they keep up. And they LOVE to party.
Sounds like my kind of place doesn't it? Do you wonder how I turned out like I did?
My last Friday friend and I pretended to meet at the downstairs bar after our adventure. He wasn't content to buy me one martini, he had to pay for two. After the fun and his generosity I wanted to buy him a drink. He wasn't having any of that.
My friend, Sara of Albany and I were meeting for dinner. She had been his reference so he was excited that she might join us for a drink. But, home was waiting and he left before she arrived.
I'm tall. She's even taller, very slim the epitome of perfection. So heads turned when she walked into the bar. We make a nice contrast together. Her black hair, white skin and quiet manner. We make a nice duo too. As we've proven before with mutual friends.
She drove down to Latham to the new restaurant, Sushi and that is exactly what we dined on. Beautifully prepared and very fresh it was a delight. I had a saki martini, Saki and plum wine. We laughed, shared stories of life and had a great time. I cherish her friendship and look forward to seeing her when I'm up for another incall in March.
Kingston is only an hour south of Albany so I'm always available for outcall there for your pleasure. Just give me a bit of notice.
Albany seems to be recovering quicker from the recession. There is a sense of confidence in Cuomo's abilities and we all know that is what it takes for folks to open their wallets and their expectations.
New York State has had business leave in droves over the years with their high taxes. Right now, they are giving corporations a break. There is a new chip manufacturing facility being built in Malta, just south of Saratoga. It's going to be interesting to see how long these companies stay after the initial tax breaks. Let's hope the state wises up.
I saw a great sign as I was driving up route 9. A business owner had erected one that said, "New York, The Vampire State" I had a chuckle as I drove by.
I did my Gadabout Gaddis routine (you know you are old if you know what I'm talking about) and drove around Saratoga County, down 9S, through Cohoes, surprised to see the old mills converted to loft apartments and on to downtown Albany.
One of my favorite places is State Street along Washington Park. When I was a young married woman, living in a dumpy apartment in the city of Albany, it was my dream to live in one of those elegant brownstones that border the park. Who knows....maybe my dreams will come true yet?
Lark and Dove streets are close and they are bustling with shops and restaurants. It's not far to anything in the Capital District. Food for thought. And it's only an hour from my Sis.
Where am I heading this week? Back to Manhattan and Times Square the 11th-13th. I have room on my dance card (another oldie but goodie) and I'd love to play...........with YOU!
I'm in a suite hotel. LuLu is having some work done on her place and will be in Boston at the same time. So, come see me. I'll be looking out at the lights of Broadway.
Life is good!
Love and Kisses,
Anneke
1/01/2012 - My First Missive of 2012
Happy New Year Darlings,
I hope yours was as eventful as you wished. For some, it's just another day. For me, any excuse for a party is reason enough to have one. Although out of the last 12 1/2 years I have been single I've had a date 3 times I think. I mean a civilian date. I've never had a provider date although last evening I came close.
If my hotel hadn't been sold out I probably could have pulled that off. However, there was no more room at the Inn so I couldn't offer him the overnight he desired.
I checked in around 1pm. Answered emails, texts and then drove to very close by shopping center for a bottle of champagne. While the hotel package included an open bar from 9-1 I wasn't sure they would have champagne.
The hotel was packed. Families with children sitting in the atrium, tables full of snacks and drinks, adult included. It seems a lot of families come and bring a baby sitter and then Mom and Dad head to the party. I'd have left them home with the babysitter and had a special evening with my hubby. I'm of a generation that didn't let our kids dictate our adult life so what do I know these days?
Back in my room I had a torrid text exchange with a previous "friend" who had hoped to get away that afternoon. His schedule didn't allow it after all and he continued to text me all his future wants and desires. After a while I had to say.....enough. Next time we'll start on your wish list in person. And he has quite a wish list.
I relaxed, cracked upon the Brut Rose, made Happy New Year calls and started to primp for the party. I was going to wear a short empire waisted low cut dress but decided on one of my Anneke ensembles. The black satin dress with the red jacket.
I wandered down to the ballroom a little before eight and found, that out of a crowd of 200 they had seated me with the only two people I knew in the place. Friends of my Sis and her S O. We'd had him over for dinner the evening before so I knew he and his S O would be attending. But what were the odds of that? That old saying, it's a small world was certainly true.
Our servers came over and introduced themselves and they were two great gals. The hostess had taken a shine to me for some reason so we were going to be well served. In a few short minutes a guy and four gals sat down at the remaining seats. I asked him how he'd managed to go out with four beautiful women. Three were sisters and their friend was from Scotland. He had a bring grin on his face.
I couldn't have found better seat mates. This crew was a fun loving cast of characters and made me a part of their gang immediately. My Scottish friend was all of 5 foot nothing and she told me she didn't think she would find someone with bigger boobs than hers. We laughed ourselves silly and all toasted to the evening.
I wish I could say I got lucky and had a titillating tale to relate but there were about 3 single guys in the whole hotel. All so not my type. One guy, I never knew WHO he was kept coming up to me and telling me someone was looking to hit on me. I'd say, "how do you know?" He'd say, "I can see him getting ready to make the move." He was enjoying himself tremendously and I had fun teasing him back. There were no heavy hitters, believe me.
But the sisters dragged me out on the dance floor and I remembered what good shape I used to be in when I could dance all night in stilettos. You'd be proud of me. I gave it a good shot. I'm a little stiff today but quite okay. Sure, I could have worn flats but it seems to me that sexy shoes are de rigour with a sexy dress on a sexy woman. Don't you think?
As Billy Crystal used to say in his Fernando Llamas impersonation, "It's better to LOOK mah-velous dah-ling than to FEEL mah-vehlous." That's always been my motto. I was just thrilled that I could shake my tail feathers at all after last year. I was also very happy I had that bottle of champagne in my room because the line to the open bar took forever. To the hotels credit, they didn't care if you brought your own drinks anywhere. Where does that ever happen?
These folks were great and they were dragging me to the other bar before midnight. But at midnight I wandered off by myself to watch the bar tv to see the ball come down. New Year's Eve has been a lonely time for me. And I was thinking of that someone across the pond. I stayed up until 12;30 and then headed back to my room. Asleep by 1:30 am.
The only one I would have considered was getting picked up by a couple. I know swingers when I see them and it was fun to watch the whole scene. I smiled as I watched her flirt, flip her hair and chatter and smile at the young guy while he husband stood back and quietly watched.
Here's hoping HE got lucky.
Buffet breakfast this morning sucked and I checked out. I got back to Sis's and helped her take down her Christmas decorations, clean the house and move the furniture back. Then we headed out to a nearby neighborhood restaurant that has fabulous seafood. A $22 price fix dinner of lobster tail and we were happy campers.
I'm supposed to head to Manhattan tomorrow morning to take LuLu to Ikea in NJ. Living in the city, few folks need cars. Since she lent me her place last week, I'm returning the favor and doing a little driving. Fingers crossed that the traffic will still be holiday light.
Thursday I'm heading to Albany for a couple of nights and hope to meet Sara of Albany and our mutual friend for dinner Friday evening. I'm also hoping to have naughtiness abound. I'll be up in Clifton Park. Albany County is a very dicey place.
The next week, Manhattan incall again, the 11-13th. I'll be staying in Times Square this time. So, for those of you who still think I have an incall in NYC full time come on over and let's play. I'm still trying to make it clear that I live in UPSTATE NY and not in the city. I will come see you IN the city, or Metro NY or Northern NJ if you give me notice and book at least 90 minutes to 2 hours. It depends on how far I have to drive.
It's going to be a busy month because I'm also heading to Lauderdale on the 18th. This big Cukold BBC party has grown into something with a life of it's own. There's going to be a shaving party on Friday evening, the party Saturday night and a "tea for the gurls" Sunday afternoon. If you don't know, gurls are TV's, TS's and cross dressers. Tips for wardrobe, makeup and hair will be offered by the Goddesses.
I have no idea yet how many of these I will attend outside of the big party Saturday night. It will depend on my appointment schedule. I do know this. It's not going to be predictable or boring. Anything with Lady Femina and Lady Terrice never is. Folks are flying from all parts of the USA. Just another kinky weekend with my friends. Since I left Florida there haven't been any and I'm LONG overdue.
Here's to a naughty year together boys. Life is good.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
12/30/2011 - All Is Well That Ends Well
Hello Darlings,
And this year has. Better business. Much better health and a second chance at the possibility of love. Stay tuned. I know I'm smiling tonight.
It's been a hell of a year. For most of us. But I personally see a light at the end of the tunnel. And I'm having a great time while I'm heading through it.
This week in itself has been hilarious. I've had two con artists write who wanted a personal relationship with me and found me on 1.City Vibe and 2. Eros. The first one I named in an email to him as Mr. Too Good to Be True" He was going to pay me 175K a year, buy me my own car, clothes, whatever I needed, to be his monogamous companion. Of course we were going to have sex on every place on the planet.
His photos were breathtaking. He even linked a facebook page. Of course, he disappeared by the end of Monday. Number two is still flitting around. His first inquiry was a form letter that he sent to other providers. Screening them out as they responded I surmise. He's applying to me my monogamous bf. Right.
What I don't understand with ALL of these guys is where do they get the time to do all this stuff? Lord Almighty, this takes time. And what is the kick? A high that you get when you think you've pulled the wool over someone's eyes? What a bunch of sick people there are in the world. Of course, we providers knew that in the first place and we've all developed excellent radar and a bulls--- meter. Both were going off left and right this week.
The rest of us do our jobs, try and treat people as we would like to be treated and stand in amazement when we watch folks who operate this way. As I've said before here, I believe in Karma.
What is gratifying is that so many of my gents are absolute sweethearts. I would have to guess that most of you who read this journal are also. You couldn't put up with my drivel if you were a misogynist. You love providers and the service they offer. Whether you see us or not. My hat is off to you. And my bra.
My little incall experiment was a bust. Sort of. I think other biz will come from it down the road. It really wasn't great timing. This is a week that's difficult for anyone to escape for monkey business. For those that just couldn't manage the time I've had promises for the next time I offer this.
It got me out of the house for the night and I also scoped out the hotel where I'm going for New Year's Eve. I have to check in early to avoid the mob scene so I'll have incall again if you can sneak away after 1pm on Saturday. One last "bang" in 2011.
Then I'm putting on something sassy and my dancing shoes, ordering a bottle of champagne and having myself a big time. Midnight buffet and all. I can walk down the hall to my room after.
Who knows? Maybe I'll find a hottie to take back with me. If not, I'll just fantasize about that gorgeous man who will be in Austria for New Year's Eve. Come back safely from all your travels darlin'. You are missed.
Life is good. I'll write again this weekend.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
12/24/2011 - Merry Christmas Darlings
Hello My Beloved Boys,
Not to slight any of my friends, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanza and a blessed Ramadan.
We're bustling around the house today, cleaning, cooking, last minute grocery shopping and wrapping gifts. It's great to be with family this year. I was with my Nudie Resort friends last year this time. While it was definitely a different vibe it was still very special and I will admit, I miss them and the resort. Merry Christmas to those of you there who I know read this journal. xxx's
Sadly, the owner and his girlfriend were killed in a motor vehicle accident in November. She, passing on Dec. 4th. He wasn't beloved by a lot of folks in his ownership but no one wishes that kind of ending to anyone's life. It's a very sad thing.
The news is that new folks are thinking about buying it. I hope a change in ownership will bring back all the folks who left in droves. In it's day, I was unbelievable. I hope it will be again.
But this year, I've been helping my sister decorate the outside and touring around the Northeast and NYC. We're even on the list of homes to tour for holiday lights. We see people driving by and slowing down every evening. In my perverted mind, I have all kinds of ideas about standing at the window and....... I'm sorry. I'm a naughty girl. And I AM a nudist.
I digress. Tonight I'm preparing dinner. She and I take turns cooking. We're having a tenderloin of beef, lardoned with garlic slivers, mixed sauteed mushrooms and oven roasted asparagas. We're leaving out the horseradish and whipped cream sauce and the popovers. No dessert. We're all watching our weight. Then it's off to church. Fortunately, we have a choice of two churches in my childhood denomination to attend. Both have pipe organs and choirs. My sister isn't religious at all but she and I still share a love of the music that will be offered tonight.
Tomorrow, it's the traditional opening of gifts, her homemade sticky buns and fresh berry fruit salad. Then the rest of the family comes over and we have her lasagna, a big salad I will make and sorbet and gelato for dessert. Probably lots of wine and cocktails too.
It's hard to keep the weight off during the holidays but we've been heading to the gym often. Later, we'll take a walk. After we digest the shortbread cookies she made to take over to the new neighbors.
It's tough when you love to cook AND eat. And we both do. Her S O truly appreciates the homemade meals. Something he never had in his married years to someone else.
I am very thankful for this particular Christmas. Last year things were tough. Financially it was a terrible time. My back was not so bad but unpredictable and our housing values were dropping like lead weights. The resort was losing members and it was sort of a depressing time.
What a difference a year makes. Business is much better here for me and I'm expecting it will continue. I love being near family and I'm making new friends. I love my new friend LuLu and know we'll spend more time together as the new year enters.
I'm thinking that eventually I'll get a little studio apartment in an urban setting close to family and just tour a couple of days a week in the Northeast. I'll continue the once a month NYC if it's profitable. As long as it is even marginally so, I'll go down. I love being in the city for short periods of time.
One big change in the next few weeks. www.annekexposed.com is ending. Yes, I'm not going to continue to film for my site. I'll still have the clips for sale but I probably won't do any new shoots, unless it's for someone else who wants to pay me. I just don't have the heart or passion for it any longer. Any my members are taking my content and giving it away to the free sites so the revenue is decreasing. It's not worth the expense to keep it going. And it's one less thing for me to worry about.
I'll still do photo shoots so that my annekepleasures still images gallery will be current. Frankly, I don't want to keep watching myself age on video. It's a humbling experience and I'm a very vain woman. There's only so much one can do to keep it together. After that, gravity and time set in and a video camera isn't forgiving.
I still love being a provider and while my body isn't perfect my skills just keep getting better. That old adage "practice makes perfect" is spot on. So, we'll see how much longer Anneke can be in demand. Right now, the phone is ringing and I'm having a blast. And feeling absolutely FANTASTIC.
That in itself, is the best Christmas gift of all. Good health. I wish that for you also.
Life is good and I'm loving every pain free minute of it.
Happy Holidays all. I'm available for New Year's Eve....hint, hint.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
12/17/2011 - Upstate New York After the City
Hello My Beloved Boys,
I'm back in Kingston. I left Manhattan Wednesday afternoon. The phone wasn't ringing, except for folks who wanted half hour appointments last minute and who weren't willing to give me any info. You know how I feel about that so rather than incur any more expense, I packed up, hopped on the Trailways to Kingston, (civil driver this time, thankfully) and was back by 6pm.
It was Sis's birthday and that was another reason to leave a day early. But before I did I had a most enjoyable encounter with a new friend. For some folks, the donation is not a concern at all to their bank account. For others, it's a biggie. And my new friend had saved for months to come and see me.
As usually is the case, those with less, give more and he arrived with a bottle of Veuve Cliquot, wrapped in a lovely bag. It had always been his practice to spend his secret time with dommes. I was his very first "escort" and he was nervous throughout the whole process.
If you didn't know, a legitimate domina does not offer anything sexual. Perhaps the gentleman himself takes care of matters but she usually stimulates him, never touching him herself.
He wanted some intimacy so he was ready to enter the world of "the provider." I was deeply touched by his sincerity and his appreciation of who I was and the reputation I had gained. He'd seen my movies, read my journals and my ads. This was one gentleman who had truly done his homework and then some.
He knew all about Lake Anneke and greeted Trixie and Boom Boom by name when they said hello. He wanted to experience all he'd read. And so I dove in and so did he. He's never been with a "squirter" and he was anxious to partake of the love juices. We spent a long time just making out and finally he laid me down on the bed. I spread my legs and he dove in. And continued diving until I had not one or two or three O's but also the BIG one.....the thunder boomer. They take a while but when someone is patient and loves dining at the Y it is going to happen. And he kept on and on and on. Holy mackerel.....and an early Merry Christmas to me.
I love returning the favor and I told him to get comfortable after changing the towels. I didn't want to wreck LuLu's mattress. Totally spent, we yakked for a long time and I asked him if he'd like it if I recounted our time together for the journal. He said "yes, I'd hope you would." So, darling.....I didn't divulge all our kinkiness but let's just say, in the end, I took charge.
We kissed goodbye and after he left I checked the donation. Two hours for PSE and champagne. It was greatly appreciated. NY is a very expensive place to tour. So, thank you for being exceptionally well groomed, for all your gifts and especially the thunder boomer. You are a very sweet man and I hope we meet again.
My sister and others have asked how we're able to provide when we're not always physically attracted to everyone who walks through the door. They say,"I just couldn't do what you do." For me, it's about the respect that is offered, before we meet, when I open the door and during our time together." I am able to look beyond the physical and connect with that inner person and the passion that lies within. If he's willing to share that with me we are going to have a great time.
But wait, what happens when someone slips through the screening and they are NOT so respectful or their hygiene is less than stellar when they arrive? If I can't get them in the shower I'll take a deep breath on the upstroke. Really bad hygiene, they ARE going in the shower. Fortunately, that rarely happens.
So, boys, use SOAP under your pits when you shower. And wash three times. Once doesn't cut the bacteria. I'm amazed that some very successful businessmen don't do that. While you are at it, three times between the legs, thank you. Deodorant/anti-perspirant is a must. Even in the winter. You ARE always welcome to shower, before and after, at my touring incall. I always have anti-bacterial soap in the shower and deodorant and mouthwash. There, that's out of the way.
I most definitely won't tolerate disrespect but I will try and win them over with charm and skill. lol If that doesn't work and they are still boobs but leave satisfied, I have that donation in the envelope.
Since I've left Manhattan now they are calling to come and see me. ARGH!! I've changed my Eros ad several times to try and make it clear that I don't live in the city, I live upstate and when I'm not in the city for incall I offer outcall service with advance notice. Now that I'm gone, everyone wants to see me. ARGH again!!
I'm also booking for Short Hills, NJ next week and taking messages from the folks at www.fetlife.com. If you are curious I am Goddess Anneke there. Lady Femina, Lady Terrice and sub anthony are planning a Cuck and Bull party in Ft. Lauderdale the 21st of January. It's already sold out but I've been getting messages from those who have RSVP'd and want to meet me.
One wrote that he humbling wanted to worship my beauty and serve me and signed it, "at your feet." I've had several of those from the gents in this BD/sm lifestyle.
What is a Cuck and Bull party? It's a combination of BBC party, (big black cock) and cuckolds. Those men who like to see their partners with another man, especially a black man. They are called bulls in this context. Plus there will be several of us Goddesses for those single cuckolds and submissives to serve.
I know....very different and strange to some of you. I have no idea what this evening is going to be like or what to expect but you can be sure I'll write about it here.
Then I get an email last night from a nutcase in NJ who wanted to meet me. Did you ever have a phone conversation with someone who made your head hurt? They talk so fast and so nonsensically that you want to scream. He said he wanted to meet me next week, gave me a reference, then promptly told me I couldn't use it because business it tough these days and the girl wouldn't like it. We went round and round about that and I will be frank and tell you, my patience had long worn thin and I was short and curt with him.
Sometimes, you have to be. Finally he said that he wanted me to call his attorney to vouch for him. "I'm thinking, are you out of your mind?" But Mr. Steamroller was adamant and I said I'd research his attorney and call him in the morning. He was planning to email him that night to alert him to my call. Totally bizarro and I'll be the first to say, NOT comfortable with this at all.
So, I googled the attorney and found amongst other things, that he was president of an organization that seemed to be envolved with law enforcement. Oh, oh. Red light. Did I call the next morning? Oh hell no.
Last evening I got a scathing email from Mr. Steamroller. He called me every name in the book, related to my profession and my age, and then some more for not calling his attorney. And don't ever contact him again. Should I have let that go? Probably but I answered explaining why I did not. Told him that no gentleman, as he claimed to be, would ever call anyone those names and to take a Zanax. He needed one.
From the ridiculous to the sublime. Several wanting to worship and one vilifying me. But this comes with the territory I operate in. Sex brings out the rawest of emotions in people. Especially thwarted sex.
I listened to a news report two days ago that recounted a fraternity poll asking who they would most like to rape. One in five women in this country have been sexually molested or raped. It's my premise that if prostitution was legalized that those statistics would drop dramatically and there would be no outrageous polls like that one.
There would be fewer guys like the coach from Penn State and priests abusing boys and I would get far fewer of those poison pen letters. Just my opinion. That and $4 might get me a cup of coffee.
I'm proud of my profession and hope that the fates will let me stay in it for a while longer. In the meantime, I'm not putting up with the disrespect that some folks think they are entitled to heap on us. Look at that log in your own eye folks.
Life is good. I have folks around me who love me for who I am as a person. And folks who love me for what I do as a person. And both. It's all good!
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
12/12/2011 - New York City at Christmas
Hello Darlings,
I know, it's not politically correct to say "Christmas" but that's what this city is decorated for this time of year. Most of you know the major retail chains go over the top with their window displays. There are lights everywhere and the city is jammed.
It's a festive atmosphere and it's fun to see the joy and amazement on the faces of visitors from all over the world. I foolishly thought I could find a seat for The Book of Mormon, last minute. Yep, a seat behind an obstructed view was all that was available. No thanks! I'd love to see hunky Hugh Jackman, in his Back on Broadway show but I'm sure there's nothing available. Plus, it's a fortune. Pity. I'm only a couple of blocks from the theaters. Next time!
There is no doubt about it. This is a fabulous city. But it's not an easy place to live and work. There's a hustle everywhere you go and while it has a huge tourist industry it is SO business driven.
Business for me is a roller coaster ride here. One minute my day is booked and the next the bottom has fallen out and everyone has cancelled. An emergency meeting, an unexpected trip out of town, traffic is too heavy and they can't get here in time so that they can go on to their NEXT committment. It's nuts.
I used to think I'd like to live here but no longer. It's great for a few days. I can get the "city girl" out of me and head back to sleepy Kingston and our ordinary life there.
My sis's S O has to be out of town for week so it was we girls this past weekend. Friday night we hung out, had cocktails, an easy dinner and chilled. Saturday we had tickets for a Christmas concert. Kingston was the original capital of New York State so there are a lot of beautiful historic buildings in Uptown as well as lovely old churches. The denomination I was raised in was hosting the concert. Beautiful white woodwork, decorated with pointsettas and white lights. And a pipe organ in the balcony.
We enjoyed the featured artists but when a local high school chorus began to sing, our jaws dropped. These kids were phenomenal and a palapable excitement filled the packed house.
Sis and I both sang in an exceptional concert choir at different times in our high school years. It shaped my life professionally and enhanced hers as one who enjoys singing. All of our family are singers. Even my children. I mean, singers with talent. The musical gene was strong in my Mom's side of the family and we kids each inheirited those tendencies. I was the only one who played an instrument/s but we all sang.
Sis and I were enthralled with these high school performers. Of course, it brought back happy memories of concert's past but it also filled our hearts with the joy that exceptional music can bring. Especially for those of us who are musicians.
The featured performers and the high school kids combined at the end of the program for two pieces from Handel's Messiah. Of course, the Hallelujan chorus was finale. And as the pipe organ played the intro we all stood up and joined in. Voices in the audience, the combined choirs joined in joyous praise. It was a thrilling moment, the air tinged with electricity.
Sis and I have sung together before and it's always been fun. After we headed out to a local bar to hear a kick ass jazz/funk trio. A couple of Stella's for me and we chair danced to the music. I was thinking there was more to sleepy Kingston than meets the eye.
Sunday, we did our own concert thing and Sis dropped me off at the bus station. If it wasn't so damned convenient I'd never take the bus again. The driver was a rude jerk and went out of his way to make things difficult for me. I muttered, "asshole" under my breath as I hauled my luggage into the luggage compartment. Apparently I didn't mutter it softly enough because he yelled at me for that. Still, he let me on the bus and my seat mate and I commiserated about his lackluster service. She was a regular commuter between Queens and Kingston every weekend. He'd driven into the various stops on his route and driven right out, leaving customers stranded, several times. How anyone gets to keep their job, in this business climate, with that attitude and poor service, amazes me.
I'd be out of business overnight if I treated my friends like that. However.....I have my moments. Especially when some idiot sends me an email at 1:00 am and all it says is, "location?" You can bet he got a snotty email in return in the morning.
Last evening was going to be quiet for me so I accepted a date to meet an Ashley Madison guy for a drink. Some of them "get it" about what I do, others are naive. This nice gentleman was in the latter catagory. He finally asked me what I did and I replied, "I have an adult web site." And then he asked,"are you a h---er?" I answered, "Yes, but I'm called a provider. H---ers stand on the street corner." He replied, "well, I never pay for sex." I bit my tongue. Later, when the moment was appropriate I replied, "darlin', everyone pays for sex. They just do it in different ways."
By now he was totally curious about the profession. As usual, his idea of what the hobby was about was the world view. At the end of the evening, he kissed me goodnight. He'd learned a little something about the world's oldest profession and I think he left with a newly found respect for what those in it do. At least I hope so.
On my walk to meet him an old friend from Boston had texted. He was in town, could I come downtown to see him? But of course and we made our arrangements without my walking into a utility pole. I do stop, move to the side and text. I want to live long and prosper. Texting and walking in NY is risky business.
I walked back in the crisp air in my beautiful new coat. It makes me feel like a million bucks. Since we'd only had cocktails I stopped at a neighborhood Trattoria. Two gentlemen to my left said hello and before long we were chatting. One of them asked me if I was a model, I looked familiar. I said no. He said he was sure he'd seen me somewhere on the internet. I chuckled to myself and said, "well then you probably have." They asked and I said, "yes, I had an adult site."
Before I knew it, one of them was pressing his business card into my hand and professing his admiration. Of course, he was well lit, having attended an office christmas party. His friend, laughed, shook his head and says, "he likes you."
Still, good for the aging ego. lol I ordered a lovely salad, linguini with white clam sauce, some wine and ate lightly. I had a hot mission in mind at 10pm.
I went back to the apartment, freshened up, changed and donning that coat over my low cut, short dress,(no one the wiser) hopped in a cab to downtown Manhattan. My hot friend was waiting at the door in nothing but a towel. Let the fun begin! He's one of my favs and we did our usual kinky scenario. Very hot stuff.
It takes a bit to wind down after a later night encounter so I spent a little time on the internet, watched a bit of TV and finally crashed late, sleeping like a baby.
Two appts this morning apt. had cancelled, my 4 pm cancelled but fortunately my 1pm showed up. Tall and handsome and we took our time, my rubbing palm oil all over his nether regions. (code word for penis) It was his first time with a provider and he was very interested in our world. I told him I'd be happy to help him dip his toes in these waters in the future. Hopefully, we'll get to play again.
I'm staying in my friend LuLu's place. She'll be back Thursday afternoon so if any of you would like to partake in playtime with TWO hot MILF's give me a jingle if we've met. Head to my appt. page if we have not.
I never skip the screening step. Even in NYC where everyone else seems to. I owe it to myself and you to always be safe. And I am.
I've added SHORT HILLS, NJ to my touring schedule. I'll be there next week, Dec. 19th and 20th. Let's have some fun before you have to be committed to family activities.
If there's no biz tonight I might meet up with one of my boy toys here. Not a bad ending to a too quiet day.
Life is good. How could it be anything else? I'm in NYC!
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
Where Did She Go - 12/06/2011
Hello Darlings,
Rye Brook, NY Dec 6-8
Manhattan, Midtown West, Dec 11-14
You all are the best. Yesterday I got my first email alerting me to trouble with this site. I opened it, found my home page and didn't think anything was wrong.
Then I got a phone call a couple of hours later. It was down. Then the same person emailed me again. I opened it up but only found the home page. Everything else was gone and the page that resulted told me the domain was probably not renewed. Everyone else thought it was highjacked.
To make a long story short, last week I emailed my webmaster to remind him to check if the domain needed to be renewed. It's gone down before due to lack of attention. Didn't hear anything else so I thought, "we're okay."
I had a good idea that was what had happened again. Normally, they send you an email informing you that your renewal is due. I have two other domain names, Anneke Van Buren and AnnekeXtreme registered and just waiting to be used. I've renewed them once already.
Apparently, someone hacked the email address for notification. We didn't get it the renewal notice.
Jim was frantically trying to get it back online last night and this morning. It probably went live around 1pm today. Not sure of the exact time as I was driving down to Rye Brook, NY for a little tour.
Thankfully, it's back but the timing was horrible. Right before a tour. I guess this is one time that your looking to meet last minute paid off. It was back up by then. I hope it didn't cause you any inconvenience. My apologies.
It's looking good here in Rye Brook so far. One old friend from Stamford has had a happy time and left already. Another on the way this early evening. Hopefully one of my ATF's will stop by later and I'll see if I can get him to join me for a drink. He's single so he answers to no one.
I sent him a little text last week when I was in Farmington. He was ready then. So was I so if we have this reunion today the wallpaper is probably going to peel off the walls.
Don't you just love it when you make an appointment and find out that the chemistry between the two of you is off the charts? Lots of times it's someone you never expected. Her scent and yours attract each other. You might find the most beautiful woman just doesn't do it for you and you are not sure why. Sometimes the plainest gal with the best attitude can send you to the moon.
Scenting another is subconscious but researchers have found that a lot of sexual attraction is triggered by the smell of another person. Something we don't recognize consciously but our subconscious identifies it as something we like....and want.
I've noticed a reaction to me when I go out for dinner after I've had a hot appointment. Yes, I've bathed after of course but the body still produces pheromones. Those are the evenings I get hit on. It might also be I'm more relaxed because I've just had a mind blowing thunder boomer orgasm. Whatever it is, it's happened many times. When I'm not busy at work it doesn't happen as often. When I am.......it's amazing.
As I get older, I don't get approached as much as I used to. Of course, some of that could be I'm a whole lot fussier than I used to be and the signals I'm giving off are not welcoming to advances. But it's probably that I'm becoming invisible. Ask anyone in their fifties and older and they will know what I'm talking about.
It's all fascinating to me. Years ago my lower lip would have been pouting for being ignored. Now I relax and go with whatever life brings me. The egotistical Leo in me is chilling with age. That is one of the positive aspects of growing older. We become comfortable with who we are and don't take life and ourselves as seriously. We've probably been there, done that and have ten t-shirts. We can laugh at what happens.
One has to have a sense of humor as we grow older. It's a cruel joke of life to have all this knowledge and experience and have our bodies fail us. We feel young inside but the old bod says,"Hey, wait a minute. Did you forget you were an old coot?" I try to ignore that little voice.
I feel absolutely fabulous. Next to no pain. A little stiffness. That's arthritis. Take an Aleve Anneke and get over yourself. I've been seeing my masseuse every week for the therapeutic massages the Charlotte chiropractor began. It's been the single most important factor in my improvement. I had a full day of appointments last Friday and there wasn't an ice pack in sight at the end of the day. A miracle.
I don't know if you've also been thinking good thoughts for me but if you have...they worked. I'm looking forward to the day when I can go for a hike in the woods on a beautiful trail. I'd love to try a zip line but that's pushing it right now. I'd probably pee my pants but it would be the experience of a lifetime for someone who is afraid of heights.
Life is good. I'm thankful for every single day that comes my way.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
The Anneke Coat - 11/21/2011
Hello My Darling Boys,
Oh God, Anneke, another cliched, sappy Thanksgiving message? Nah....but it doesn't hurt any of us to stop and count our blessings now and again. Especially in the midst of all the economic and political turmoil in the world.
For my part, not having constant pain and finally being able to go back to the gym is thanks enough. They say, "if you have your health, you have everything." I can't put a fine enough point on that statement.
Things were a lot worse for me than I ever let on here. But that's in the past and I'm more my old self than I have been in almost two years. Now, I just have to work on getting the outside to look like it. I gotta get back in shape. And I will.
But there's nothing wrong with my mattress dancing skills and I'm having a great time enjoying them without something hurting at the same time. Isn't it amazing how that works?
I'm singing late this afternoon with a group of ladies. I even get to play the piano when needed. For me, being able to play and sing again is a blessing beyond measure. If some of ladies knew what I do for a living they'd probably kick me out but that probably won't happen. Another blessing is my sis. She could care less if they do find out. How cool is that?
So, today we're going to the gym, I'm having a massage and then we're going out to sing our hearts out for some folks.
What a contrast with yesterday. I'd heard from an old beloved friend who wanted me to visit. He's the one who has a pie throwing web site. I've resisted doing this for a long time. He asked if I was ready and I jokingly said, "when you get me that Blackgama, female mink, black full length coat, I'll do it."
The next thing I know he was googling about mink coats and had called Macy's where he lives to see what they had. I'm thinking, "yeah, sure." He's a very generous guy but that's beyond any expections of generosity.
I was happy to drive down, have dinner someplace nice, make him a happy man and head home. But he was serious.
As soon as I arrived we headed off to Macy's and the fur vault. The gal he had contacted was waiting and she told him she'd found a fur in my size. When they had spoken she only had Petites in stock. Petite I'm not. Even at 12 years old.
I was stunned as she showed us the furs in stock. The prices were astounding. Of course, the most expensive was just my size, color and length. He wanted me to try it on and I did. Absolutely perfect.
No alterations of any sort needed. It looked beautiful and the sales folks and other customers waiting were beaming in delight for me. I gave my friend a quiet hug and thank you. More would have embarassed him in public. I won't belabor this but I walked out of the store with the fur in it's special carrying case and all the paperwork to insure that this investment would stay the same over the course of time with the proper care.
No one has ever done anything like that for me before so I was totally unused to and unprepared for this gift. After all the challenges of this past year this was another blessing beyond measure. I am hoping my luck has turned a corner.
You can be sure that it will be in the very next photo shoot for Annekepleasures. And when winter's winds roar up through the skycraper canyons of NYC I'll be in that coat. If anyone from Peta dares come near me I'll probably flatten them.
I'll have it monogramed as soon as I can and it will go into cold storage each year at the appropriate time. It's a legacy for my family down the road. In the meantime, you won't be able to get it off my back.
Life is good and we do have much to be thankful for. Furs or not. Happy Thanksgiving my friends!
Love and Kisses,
Anneke
11/19/2011 - Incall Incall Incall
Hello Hotties,
I'm now three weeks plus a day into my Northeast relocation. I'm finally starting to see some recognization of the fact that I am now here.
Oh,the NY Eros ad gets response but hardly anyone reads that it's OUTCALL service with 24 hour notice. I had an email last evening at 12:09am asking if he could see me at 56th and 1st. Then. And that is pretty much the case with the city. It's either now or forget it. Incall, incall, incall or last minute to their location.
I can't afford to live in New York City. And I don't think I'd want to. Especially during this continuing economic downturn. The girls who have built a clientele and a great reputation complain it's slow. I'm not exactly new meat if I moved there. My friend LuLu is doing well because she's new. Sooner or later, that will wind down too. Having a permanent incall in Manhattan won't guarantee I make a great living. It didn't in Stamford and it won't now.
I'll continue to offer a hotel incall once a month in the city IF I have enough business. If I don't, then I won't offer that either. I'll tour elsewhere. It's too soon to say where I need to be and when. If I had a crystal ball it would be great. Right now, it's a crap shoot as to where the business is and when it's the right time. It's a guestimate at best with this economy and so many girls in the biz.
On a positive note, Albany was fun. As usual, my old friend brought the house down and a pillow over my face was needed. A new friend arrived with two dozen roses of mixed colors. Both left tips and gifts. That hasn't happened in a long time. And please, I never expect gifts or gratutities but both are thoughtful gestures when you've just given your all in the most intimate service anyone could offer. Even a nice little card with the donation in it shows our service means a little something special to you.
I'll probably head to Albany every 6 weeks or so. I'm also giving some thought to hosting a monthly incall in the Mid-Hudson Valley close to the Thruway. The location will only be disclosed once you are verified. If we've met, just call or eme and I'll let you know where the next location will be. I'll rotate the cities. I will be in White Plains in December for those of you in the Westchester/Greenwich/Stamford area I've met. And for those of you I have not.
I had a new friend drive down from Albany the other day after I explained I'd already left and that I did not now have an incall location there. I'd already left. I'd be happy to drive back up for outcall but he would have to find the accomodations.
He found a local spot, drove down, (it's less than an hour) and we had ourselves a very naughty time. He'd asked me to bring my strapon because he'd had a fantasy about being the bottom. He was a very kinky boy and he'd dreamed of the scenario only to find he wasn't quite ready. That's okay. Sometimes it takes a little practice to make it work.
I am very experienced in prostate massage and many of my friends love it. But it's not for everyone and I know it's not something every guy desires. Althought most do once they've gotten over their stereotypical misconceptions about it. It's one of the most intense O's a man can have.
I've suggested I should be the one to do your yearly exam. Maybe then some of you wouldn't hate it so much. A cute little mini skirted nurse's uniform, unbuttoned to show Trixie and Boom Boom? Garter belt, stockings and no panties. I'll bet that would distract you enough to enjoy the moment.
This Sunday I'm driving down to see an old friend in New Jersey. He's been wanting to put a cream pie in my face for years. I've been denying him the pleasure. It's always seemed too humiliating to me even if it's in good fun. If there's enough incentive this Sunday might just be the day. And you'll get to see it on Annekexposed if it happens. Talk about an ego buster. Of course, that would be good for me. lol
I started my day with an email from an old friend who told me I reminded him of Jennifer Anniston. A couple of emails later someone wrote, "bi skank." That was it. I shook my head and laughed to myself. I thanked the first gent and then wrote back to the second. "It takes a real brave man to hide behind a computer. I dare you to say that to my face. You might find you have a knee where your balls are."
Of course, I won't hear back. Once you confront a bully they disappear. I used to fight back with an insult only to find it escalating. Once you call them what they are and ask to see them face to face they slink away into their little caves.
I'm an older woman. We all know I don't have a perfect body and certainly nothing else is perfect about me. If you don't like what I look like or what I do, MOVE ON! It's gutless to sling mud over the internet. It's also a sign of a man who hates women and is very insecure.
I'm settling in to my new home. It's not the wealthiest town in the Hudson Valley but the folks are nice. Sis and I are enjoying each other's company. She said she missed me when I was away in Albany. Her S O works a lot and she's alone too. She's found it's nice to have someone to share shopping, errands, activities and workouts with. I have too. We're heading out today to find a gym. I've also been working with her on redesigning her interiors. Something I love.
I hadn't been able to work out with the back pain. Outside of using the pool at the resort it wasn't even an option. Now that I'm feeling better I've also found I'm weaker. I used the hotel gym the other day. Very light cardio and weight workout but I was okay the next day. No problems. So, it's time to get back in tip top shape. I'm not. No one could go through what I did this summer and most of the fall and stay fit. The good news is that having fun with you is feeling great too.
However, I'll have to be careful and go slow in the gym. I used to teach aerobics and a step class years ago and I know what I need to do. I was nationally certified then so I can craft my own program. Sis's too. Still, we'll watch what is going on with the trainers. Things are different now. More planks, less situps. More interval training.
The folks at Naughty America still want to film in December so times a wastin'. Of course, 3 weeks isn't going to get me in tip top shape. But it's a start. They want to film an older MILF who is voluptuous. I'll be filming with young, hung talent. Lucky me.
Lots of good, old fashioned mattress dancing will help too.
Life is good.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
11//11/11 - Naughtiness in Manhattan
Hello Dahlings...
It's my last morning in Manhattan. I bused in Wednesday morning. Yes, I took a Trailways bus. Probably the most painless and inexpensive way to get down here from Kingston.
It was interesting noticing the mix of passengers. Kingston, mostly ordinary folks. New Paltz, Poughkeepsie, definitely upper class riders who live in the city and have a home Upstate. While we made 4 stops we still were in the city in 2 hrs 5 minutes. This afternoon I'm taking the non-stop and it's an hour and fortyfive back. Sis will pick me up.
I've had a great time. As usual, lots of pre-bookings and lots of cancellations. It's the nature of the beast in Manhattan. Fortunately, others stepped in to ease my itchiness.
I wasn't beside myself though. I'd had an outcall up to the Capital District on Tuesday to visit an old friend. He has this big wide tongue and it's always a guarantee that I'm going to have a thunder boomer of an orgasm. As always, he did not disappoint. It's a good thing his neighbors are not close or the pillow would have to go over my face. Yeah.......that good.
It's an easy trip up to Albany and I'll be heading back to the Albany area next week. I'll be seeing another old beloved friend who is also a thunder boomer pro. My life is tough isn't it?
So....back to Manhattan. I arrived at the Port Authority terminal. Honest to God, my first time. I'll be having my next Manhattan incall on that side of town in December. Although where I am this week, Lex and 51st has been fabulous.
The Bear and Bull is a block away. The Grill at Smith and Wollensky's close too. And the Meet and Greet I attended last evening, close. Perfect!
My new friend Lulu and I agreed to meet after my 4pm appt. My 6 had bowed out, stuck in Boston, my two hour at 7:30 had "unexpected car problems",(my sis asks "can't they find a better excuse than that?) and another earlier old friend got stopped in his tracks two blocks from the hotel. ARGH! But that's just how it is.
My 4pm suggested the Bear and Bull for cocktails/dinner and so did Lulu. She said, "Anneke, there's lots of businessmen staying there or stopping by for a drink after work. Chat them up. You'll get your drink paid for." (not a bad idea since a Belveder martini is $21) Ya know, that hasn't been my intent ever, when I go out but I thought, this girl is right, what the hell, go for it.
So, wearing something a little sexy but tasteful, I sashayed into the Bear and Bull. Holy successful businessman heaven Batman.
I sat down and made eye contact with my seatmate on the right. And we started a conversation. Nice guy, straight shooter, not a hound dog, waiting on the traffic to let up before he made the 2 1/2 hour drive home to Long Island. Good vibes so when he asked what I did for a living I said, "I am in the adult business." "In what way," he asked and I said, "I have an adult website. " He laughed and said, "I have to hear this. Let's have another drink." And we did.
He told me if he didn't have to go home he would have liked to take me dinner for the conversation to continue. He liked the fact that I looked him in the eye when I spoke and that I was refreshingly direct and honest. His words, not mine.
Hell, I don't know how to be anything else. I'm not smart enough to make up stuff and I have an aversion to people who pretend to be something or someone they are not. The sense of entitlement that some folks have turns me off. In other words, if you are rich and important that doesn't matter to me. It's how you treat me and others that counts most.
He left and my friend Lulu sailed in. We were having a great time people watching. I had a light quick dinner and had to head back. An old sweetie of mine was making an extra effort to see me. I met him when he was 32 and I was a new provider. We've met many times over the years and I've gotten a big kick out of watching him become a highly successful businessman. The best part is that we still have that hot chemistry after all these years.
Kisses goodbye and promises to meet for a longer playtime made, he headed back to New Jersey and a long ride home. I'm amazed at the length of commuting people put up with to work in Metropolitan NY. Ya gotta do what you gotta do though.
At 10pm one of my long time NY playmates was arriving. We're actually friends more than playmates although play...we do. He is another I met at the beginning of my career. I was touring Manhattan and he saved up for the donation. He was 27 at the time and so cute. Over the years we've filmed many times and played even more. It's great. We share our love lives and heartbreaks and then have a little romp. He spent the night and we had breakfast together before he had to go off to work.
I had to get ready for a 10 am and just before the hour my 1pm called and cancelled. I thought, Hmm,,,I haven't heard from the 10 am and went to my computer. He hadn't confirmed the day before. So, I sent him an email. Within a few minutes I heard from him. He was under the impression that I was going to call him. That straightened out he made a mad dash from Soho.
Young, British, new to Manhattan and very, very hot. The sparks were flying and then he dove in. Holy Moses....another pussy eating expert. Fingers and tongue flying he brought me to a huge orgasm. This time, I grabbed a pillow to stifle my screams. Lake Anneke burst the damn and he was moaning in delight as I all but drowned him.
But he wasn't done. I was returning the favor when he said, "let's 69" I told him he'd drown but he was past the point of caring. Since I didn't want to kill him, I held back the lake as he brought me to another O.
Time for protection and riding into the sunset. HI HO silver. Nice length, full girth and we both had ourselves a happy ending. We were both smiling when he left. I hope I hear from him again.
Phone back on, Lulu had asked if I wanted to join her at the Grill at Smith and Wollensky's for lunch. What I didn't know is that there are two bars. One in the regular restaurant, the other, at the Grill. She was there and texting that it was loaded with boys. Well, it just wouldn't do that I wasn't sharing that so I quickly finished my glass of wine and hurried around the corner to join her.
Oh yeah, this was more like it. We chattered away as we ordered lunch. We like sharing things. Salads, hamburgers and men as she told our bartender. I laughed when I saw his face and she said, "just kidding." But I know she wasn't. :-)
Then a gorgeous 50 or so year old exec sat down. Beautiful white hair, french cuffs with enameled cufflinks circled with tiny diamonds. Yoo Hoo. That London look that I love. And apparently, he was very interested in us and what we were up to. It was obvious he wanted to jump in the middle. Damn, I had a hair appt and left Lulu with him. She texted later they'd had some more drinks and they'd exchanged numbers. He'd told her that I was hot. Ditto babe. I'm hoping she WILL share.
Off I went to the hair salon. Back to the hotel in time to meet with the famous Rita Daniels and her S O. What a delightful couple and she is a sexy and hot in person as she looks in pics. We talked about working on a project together. And getting to know each other better. I'm game and I look forward to sharing the fruits of those labors with you.
Then on to the Fall Mixer Meet and Greet with the hobbyists and providers at The Erotic Review. Only 3-4 blocks away. Perfect.
While I was a half hour late, there was almost no one there yet. I introduced myself to those who had made it and got a drink and a little plate of nibbles. Someone greeted me, "Hi Anneke, we met years ago." I looked up and remembered him immediately. And told him so. I said, "it was in LA and I mentioned the job he had." He was flabbergasted that I hadn't forgotten.
It was one of those stellar times that happen in life. He's a class act, highly intelligent and drop dead gorgeous. And younger. While I didn't remember all the juicy details, or did he, we both remembered that it was memorable. lol
We chatted away and agreed we need to have an encore. He's working in Brooklyn now in the same profession. And he's still single. So, perhaps dinner and more.
I ran into old friends from the early Meet and Greets that Miki the Milf started. I would fly in and give her a hand. They were small groups, 35-40 folks in a hotel suite. But they were the basis for the big ones to follow. I knew some of the gals and a few of the guys. Some of us were all together for Miki's Memorial at a local bar one evening after her passing. We all still miss her and Hyabby.
I'd read the guest list and Amanda Manhattan was supposed to attend. I've always wanted to meet her and Joanna Potente and I were chatting when she walked in. Joanna introduced me and we three spent a few minutes discussing the biz. She's probably THE top gal in Manhattan. If you don't know of her, google her website. She's British, charming, engaging and very, very smart. In fact, all the gals at these parties are. Even the new, young ones.
By 9:30 I was ready to head back to my hotel. I'd thought I'd have a late light dinner but decided I didn't need the calories and I did need the sleep. It had been a busy and productive days on several levels.
Would I have liked more business? Always. But I think next month's incall will be better. I need to be recognized as being here more and eventually folks will know to look for those incall dates.
In the meantime, give me some notice and I'll hop on the bus and head in to Manhattan to play. Just make sure you take your vitamins.
Life is good. I LOVE New York!
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
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10/30/011 - Winter Wonderland and Carnal Pleasures
Hello Hotties,
I've arrived and am getting settled in my new Kingston digs. Late yesterday afternoon the big snowstorm arrived. Albeit, very early for this part of the country.
We had about 4 inches of heavy, wet snow but there was just enough wind that the trees in this area didn't bend and break with the accumulation. Further south where they had more snow, 100's of thousands are without power. We lucked out.
We awakened to a beautiful, sunny, snow covered landscape. The birds are feeding like mad under the grape arbor but rhe snow is rapidly melting. Hopefully, most will be gone by Halloween eve.
I'm still unpacking and organizing but I'm taking my time. Five days of driving and working tuckered this lady out. Yesterday was errands in the morning and lounging on the couch in the afternoon. I'm not a kid anymore although most anyone would have been exhausted from this week's schedule.
My NYC friends are writing and calling and they can't seem to get their heads, both of them, around the fact that I'm NOT living in NYC. I am north of the city, within commutable distance, so I am offering outcall to the city, the metropolitan areas and the lower Hudson River Valley. It's a two hour minimum adventure with 24 hours notice please.
Except when I have an incall IN the city. I'll do that once a month and depending on the response, book my accomodations and length of stay accordingly. This first incall will be November 9-11. I am already pre-booking so if you'd like to play I'd suggest you contact me soon.
I'll still be touring other cities so be sure to see where I'm being naughty. Kingston is outcall only also but you may book an hour here. We just need to do that very discreetly.
We are modifying our Halloween efforts. If this cold snap continues we won't be outside all night long. We're still getting dressed for the trick or treaters and will probably go someplace after to party. Why waste a good costume?
We're meeting my son for lunch today. It's really nice to be this close to family. While my nudist resort friends are a family it's very different than your flesh and blood.
I am hoping to get back to filming soon. I've been boring I know. My apologies but I've just been able to do so.
I just can't wait until you are between my legs, saying my oh my god's. And I'm doing the same to you. Of course, I'll have the towels under me receiving Lake Anneke. I always warn my friends that they are going to get wet. If I'm coming, I'm gushing. That's your first clue that I'm having an orgasm.
Here's another clue for you to make that happen. Your tongue needs to be in several locations. If you think a direct hit on the clitoris and no where else works you are in error. The labia and below are an excellent source for stimulation. Of course, we have to take turns. One glorifying trip to France is due. My mouth sliding down your hot member and receiving a hot load is a fabulous exchange.
Hopefully, an oral escapade only leads to a full blown interlude of intercourse. The thought of sliding into those nether regions just makes me even wetter.
I'll bring the towels. You bring your tongue and your penis.
Watch out Manhattan boys! I am so ready for you.
Life is good.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
10/27/2011 - Almost Home
Hello Darlings,
I'm in Philadelphia tonight. One more day of driving and I'm in my new place, with Sis and her beau.
Tonight they had snow. Boy I time things right don't I? Nevermind. I'll waterproof my boots and buy a new winter coat. I grew up with this stuff.
Except for DC, I've had business all week. And I've had lots of hot fun. I'm pleased.
I wasn't worried about DC because I wanted to get to know my new friend LuLu better. I arrived around 2pm and we walked to the Hudson Restaurant for lunch. There were just the two of us on the far side of the restaurant, laughing and sharing our provider experiences and where we had come from in life's journey.
Finally LuLu said, "our waiter has dusted every glass and plate ten times." He was eavesdropping. Even though he was gay, he was transfixed. We have some great experiences in this profession. He was enjoying hearing about them. Now there was NO one else in the room boys and we're discreet with the who and where info.
A new friend in the morning and then it's a short ride up to Sis's. 3 hrs. plus a few minutes. Can't wait. I'll be unpacking and organizing and we'll also be getting ready for Halloween.
Those kids in the neighborhood are in for the scare of their lives Monday evening. She has been doing this for years and her efforts will be extremely well done. It will be fun. I'm getting my fangs out again but I definitely be wearing more than I did at the nudist resort last year.
And I'm going to get to play with my NYC boys again. They've been writing since my NY Eros ad went live this afternoon.
Life is Good!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
PS...thunder boomer of the month award to my Raleigh Monday afternoon friend. Freaking awesome! My toes are still curled. Virgin of the month award to my Chesapeake Tuesday evening friend. You know why.
10/23/2011 - No No Behavior and One More Day Charlotte
Hello Hotties,
I shouldn't even have to write this entry but I will. D not be;
1. drunk
and/or
2. coked/drugged up
when we have an appointment. There's nothing more frustrating then a guy horned up after snorting who can't get it up or have an orgasm and yet he thinks he can go on for hours. Plus they are reckless. I had one, in the middle of our deal, want to go on Eros and find a TS at 11pm at night.
Uh uh honey. Number one I don't work with someone I don't know and number two it's stupid and reckless to be operating that way. Drunks are just as bad and you have to handle their sloppiness. No fun.
Enough of that. Sorry but it had to be said.
Tomorrow is IT for me in Charlotte. Of course, Uptown will be clogged with traffic. The Panthers are playing at home. At 7am the tailgaters start and while I'm 20 floors above them believe me when I tell you I can hear it all.
Since my back is feeling so good I'm going down tomorrow and wander around after I get packed. I know I can get invited to somebody's party.
Then, I'll go watch the game from a comfortable bar stool where the Stella is on draft and it's warm.
If someone needs an Anneke Fixxx I'll just head back home. I know you won't all agree with this statement but I'd rather have great sex than watch a football game ANY day of the week. Unless I have a sexy guy to watch it with. You know those old jokes about the kind of half time show you'd really like to have.
My feet and my pussy are itchy. That means I want to get on the road and have a lot of hot fun along the way. I'm DEFINITELY feeling better boys!
I'm going to be offering DOUBLES in DC with my new MILF friend Lulu. She's new to the biz but not to naughtiness. www.hotsexyfriend.com if you want a peek at her. She's in NYC too so you just might be seeing a lot more of her.
I'm lining up the harem for my New York return. All my young toy boys are checking in and so are some of my older playmates. And you're wondering why I'm in a hurry to get back up north? I've got a lot of catching up to do.
Life is good.
Love and Kisses,
Anneke
10/19/2011 - It Is Hump Day and I Am Not Getting Humped
Hello Hotties,
Can't wait to head north. Even though I'm probably going to freeze my buns. Sis, halloween fright night, friends up north and NEW YORK CITY once again. In case it wasn't clear, I will be offering OUTCALL to NYC and the lower Hudson River Valley. I used to head to Orlando from Tampa on a regular basis so driving down to the city is no biggie. Happy to do it for a 2 hour minimum adventure. Once a month I'll host an incall in Manhattan. In between, I'll do short tours around the northeast. My calendar is the place to look to see where I'll be.
I'll be based in Kingston, NY but there will be NO incall service there. I respect my family and it's a small town. Now, if you happen to be there and have a cozy hotel room, I'd be happy to keep you company.
So Charlotte men, where the hell are you? I'm twidling my thumbs here in Charlotte. Even though it's my last few days here I was expecting to see at least SOME of you.
My hotels are booked and paid for in Raleigh and Chesapeake VA so those dates are fixed. Fortunately I have friends to see. DC...nothing pre-booked yet. Philly a little bit of business and then some on the way home to Kingston, stopping for a sexy rendevous in NJ.
So, I'm horny. Big time. Although I had some fun in Myrtle Beach, for a gal like me, it just wasn't enough. Am I a nymphomanic? No, the definition of a nymphomaniac is a woman who is never completely satisfied. Let me tell you that I've met some gents that have done a top notch job of doing that and then some.
Does that mean I can't go another round later in the day or evening. Hell no! Somehow, the thought of another sexy gent calling from the lobby and eager to have a passionate time, gets my juices flowing. Especially those who have been respectful and arrive well groomed.
Years ago, when I was working in London as an independent and for www.thesecretboudoir.com I met a provider named Caroline. She was more mature than even I and we formed a friendship. One day we met for lunch and we chit chatted about our friends as we girls are want to do. No names of course but you can imagine we had some hilarious and some sizzling hot stories to share. Fortunately, few bad ones. Screening does limit those.
We were talking about the difference in bathing in Europe. I'd found that some of, not all thank God, my guys might shower when they come into the appointment but they neglected to use any soap on what the Brits call "the bits." In my opinion, you might well have not showered at all. Not to be indelicate but water doesn't kill the bacteria that causes odor. I don't need to say any more do I?
She shared a solution to that problem. She'd give her new arrival a warm hug and a sniff. If she sensed he needed a little bathing she'd undress him sensually....and lead him naked, penis in hand to the bathroom sink. She would run the water until the water was just right, soap up her hands and proceed to wash those bits that hadn't seen a bar of soap. And then wash him again. By that time, he would be moaning with pleasure, fully aroused and ....squeaky clean. I took her advice, tried it and I'm happy to say had wonderful results. We both were happy after the bathing.
So boys, even if you took a shower at 6am, if you come to me mid-afternoon or later, after a long commute and a harrowing morning and afternoon/evening, you need a shower...again. And please use the soap. If you'd prefer, I'll happily wash those bits for you. Gently massaging all the family jewels and kissing you eagerly at the same time.
Now, for the next grooming suggestion. Being a nudist, I'm very used to seeing men and women completely shaved. Not all, but most. I've found it's a regional habit for the most part. In the warmer states, gents tend to a least trim if not shave. I have to tell you, I like a well groomed man immensely.
Even if you can't shave, for reasons at home, you can at least make your toy hair free. If you're nervous about shaving I'd be happy to do it for you.
I'd gently lie you on my bed, towel under your hips. A warm bowl of water, soap and a razor in hand. I'd soap you up and very gently shave away all that access on your shaft at least. More on other areas if that turns you on. A thorough warm water rinse and you might find that French Lessons take on a whole new meaning.
I do like deep throat but not when........well, you get it. This might be a service but I have to enjoy what I'm doing while I'm doing it.
On a less titillating note, there are four and a half more days before I head north. I certainly do have time on my dance card in Charlotte. But before I am to leave I saw the orthopedic surgeon in Charlotte for a final visit and a follow up diagnosis from the first visit. He now had the dvd of my MRI. I got to view it with him. Not as sexy as one of my videos but certainly exciting because it was great news. My spine is in decent shape. Yes, some arthritis but most of us have that anyway. There's just this little cyst in between L-4 and 5 pressing on the nerves. Simple, non-invasive surgery. Two weeks out of work. Not the end of my career. Hooray! Yahoo! Hallelujah!
I shook his hand and told him it was worth all the work of moving to Charlotte just to find him and get that advice. Now, I'll see the Dr. he referred me to in NYC and get it done. A further blessing is that I've been feeling great for several days. I don't know why. Maybe the new chiropractor, maybe it's the Krill oil. Maybe it's a miracle. Whatever it is I'll take it.
That's probably why I'm so damned horny. Pain has a way of lowering your libido. Thankfully, it never killed it entirely. That would take an act of Congress. Oh, hold on, they don't seem to be able to do those anymore do they?
Are you kicking a kick out of all these debates and who is the leading contender who one minute to the next? Like it makes any difference. We're in a heap of trouble and it's going to take the second coming to get these chesnuts out of the fire.
Someone sent me this today. I hope YOU will pass it on. We can only hope and dream.
"Subject: Let us all speak up!
Warren Buffett, in a recent interview with CNBC, offers one of the best quotes about the debt ceiling:
"I could end the deficit in 5 minutes," he told CNBC. "You just pass a law that says that anytime there is a deficit of more than 3% of GDP, all sitting members of Congress are ineligible for re-election
The 26th amendment (granting the right to vote for 18 year-olds) took only
3 months &8 days to be ratified! Why? Simple! The people demanded it. That was in 1971...before computers, e-mail, cell phones, etc.
Of the 27 amendments to the Constitution, seven (7) took 1 year or less to become the law of the land...all because of public pressure.
Warren Buffet is asking each addressee to forward this email to a minimum of twenty people on their address list; in turn ask each of those to do likewise.
In three days, most people in The United States of America will have the message. This is one idea that really should be passed around.
Congressional Reform Act of 2011
1. No Tenure / No Pension.
A Congressman collects a salary while in office and receives no pay when they are out of office.
2. Congress (past, present &future) participates in Social Security.
All funds in the Congressional retirement fund move to the Social Security system immediately. All future funds flow into the Social Security system, and Congress participates with the American people. It may not be used for any other purpose.
3. Congress can purchase their own retirement plan, just as all Americans do.
4. Congress will no longer vote themselves a pay raise. Congressional pay will rise by the lower of CPI or 3%.
5. Congress loses their current health care system and participates in the same health care system as the American people.
6. Congress must equally abide by all laws they impose on the American people.
7. All contracts with past and present Congressmen are void effective 1/1/12. The American people did not make this contract with Congressmen.
Congressmen made all these contracts for themselves. Serving in Congress is an honor, not a career. The Founding Fathers envisioned citizen legislators, so ours should serve their term(s), then go home and back to work.
If each person contacts a minimum of twenty people then it will only take three days for most people (in the U.S.) to receive the message. Maybe it is time.
THIS IS HOW YOU FIX CONGRESS!!!!!
If you agree with the above, pass it on. If not, just delete. You are one of my 20+.. Please keep it going"
Okay my SEXY BOYS, consider yourself informed today. My itinery, thoughts on grooming, how to solve my horniness and how to fix the country. LOL
Life is good!! See you in the Northeast soon!
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
10/15/2011 - One More Night Myrtle Beach
Hello Hotties,
I've decided to stay one more night in Myrtle Beach. It's not like there's a list of folks waiting to see me. It's more like, the weather is nice, I have a reasonable hotel rate and I want to go to the Oyster Festival up the road in Ocean Isles Beach. I never met a fresh oyster I didn't like.
I'll be back in Charlotte tomorrow late afternoon/early evening but my incall location is not available until Monday, 10-5:30 for your pleasure. Outcall........anytime. Just allow enough time for verification.
The couple I met Thursday evening must of had second thoughts about spending the evening with a lady of dubious reputation. I get it. So, I headed out on my own.
I found a place on 17 called Martini's. The sign advertised a piano bar. The decor was early Italian restaurant but it had a nice atmosphere and a great jazz guitarist. I sat at the bar and ordered a small sized prime rib. No prime rib left. Or the steak special. I'd had enough seafood that day. RATS! So, I ordered a bowl of French Onion soup. I wasn't that hungry and that was more than enough. When it came out sans the gruyere/pumpernickel topping I thought, "ok, this is interesting." Maybe I'd find something redeeming. Canned broth, a couple of croutons for effect, a little grated something of cheese and mediocre at best. I ate half and gave up. The french would have been outraged. I know Julia would have. I sure wasn't happy.
However, I'll never starve to death. I'm well nourished. The folks on my left started to chat and my seatmate said, "this is as good as it gets in Myrtle Beach." He lived there. He was retired military as was his gal pal. They both owned property in MB and said, like Florida, it was worth about 1/3 of what they paid for it. It's a commentary I hear in varying degress wherever I travel.
Well, I didn't come here for the cuisine. If you like fried food it's great. Or Calabash cuisine. I'm told that means fried seafood.
I'll eat oysters until they come out of my ears this afternoon. The great thing is they are next to no calories. Unless they are fried. So, despite all I've injested, I've lost a little weight this weekend.
And, they are supposed to be an aphrodisiac. Like I need one.
A week from this Monday, I'll be heading north again. I'm amazed at my ability to adapt to changing circumstances. At first, I was sad that I was going to have to leave Charlotte. But now, I'm ready to go. Life is going to take me where IT wills, obviously. I just have to go with the flow and enjoy the adventure, no matter how challenging.
I've been contacting my "toy boys" in New York City. Ah ha...you'd forgotten I had any. Both I've filmed with. We're looking forward to a reunion. Perhaps even film again.
See.....there's almost always a rainbow after the storm.
Life is good.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
10/14/2011 - Myrtle Beach and Putters
Hi Hotties,
I'm down at Myrtle Beach for a couple of days. I drove down from Charlotte yesterday,(long ride) leaving the gray drearies behind. By the time I arrived the sun was shining and then temperature was around 80. My spirits immediately lifted.
I don't know what it is about being near the ocean but I feel better than I have for a while. Something about the positive ionization of the salt air. Whatever it is, it's great.
I checked in and headed back out to reconoiter. I'm a product of my genes as my grandfather, mom's side and my dad, loved to take long rides, just to see what was out there. I'm no exception.
I filled my tank, 3.20 a gallon and had my car washed. It's black and it doesn't stay clean long. I hate a dirty car but it's even worse when it's black.
So, car all spiffy, I headed down the Ocean Drive. High rise condo after condo. This is a very commercial place but there is lots of public beach access. I pulled into one and took a little walk out toward the water. The air smelled great and the sea breeze was enjoyable.
I turned right and headed down 17, past all the restaurants, strip malls and strip clubs. There were hardly any cars in the strip clubs so either it was too early for the golfers or guys are spending their money elsewhere. Based on my business, you guys are spending your money elsewhere.
I love watching a gang of guys when they are together, whether it be business or pleasure. I am always amazed at how you enter a little private guy world of your own. Especially if there's a sport involved. At that point in time, women could disappear from the face of the earth and you wouldn't even notice. It's no wonder you've managed to talk your wives into this "man cave" requirement. It's just another place to escape. Who's kidding who?
But you are what you are and most women don't get it. We stay attached to the world because we have to. Most women have families, homes AND jobs that need our constant attention. No "women caves" for us. Perhaps that's what these "scrap book rooms" are. Lord, save me from that. I'd rather hang with the guys, but then again, my family is grown and gone so I can.
I can remember the ex going away on "hunting" vacations with his friends. It was a yearly occasion. Did I get to do something similiar? Hell no! It was a double standard back then and I'm glad to see that married gals are starting to take little mini-vacations with their friends. I suspect they are doing the same thing you do when you are away.......messing around.
And so,,,,,,the war between the sexes continues. lol
I continued south on 17 and finally got tired of looking at the same thing you see everywhere else in the U S. I drove back over to the beach, further south from where I'd left an hour earlier but it was the same also. Condo after condo.
The gals at my hotel reception desk had recommended a place right across the street for drinks and dinner. I'm in a harbor area so I headed over. It was perfect. There was indoor and outdoor dining so I headed outside. I picked a seat where I could see the sun set and ordered a Stella. Oysters, clams, seafood, bar bites were all only 5 bucks. With live music and a friendly crowd it was the perfect place.
Soon I found myself talking to my seatmates, a retired couple from the Boston area. They were fun and they asked if I'd like to join them this evening. There were heading to another spot that was a favorite of theirs. I mentioned that I don't drink and drive, especially in South Carolina, where it's .00, zero tolerance. They said they'd call later today and pick me up.
I told them I had an adult site, gave them my www.annekexposed.com card with my phone number. Now, we'll see if they have second thoughts about spending an evening with an adult entertainer. They aren't swingers, just friendly folks. Still, there are open minded folks out there who are not in the lifestyle.
It's great when I can find the local haunts and I had last evening. Lots of oysters and clams and Stella. And walking distance to my hotel. It was a good night.
I have a friend arriving at noon and then I'm heading to the beach for a little bit. I want to soak up some rays and some vitamin D.
It's ten days and counting until I leave Charlotte. I am sad to be leaving so soon but I'm also looking forward to being back in the Northeast. Despite that crappy weather that looms the next few months. I see this time as one to regroup, to repair my back and regenerate. Plus, I'll be with my beloved sister and her S O. I'm very blessed. I'll be offering outcall to Manhattan and the lower Hudson River Valley when I'm not touring around the Northeast. I will do so before and after surgery. The fate willing.
I'm still waiting on the short sale to go through. One never knows if these things are going to bomb. The last buyer walked because some stupid paper pusher at the bank forgot to send the paper work to the right address. Fortunately another buyer turned up within 10 days. Fingers crossed. Someone else can enjoy the shoebox and I know he will.
I've been hoping to get into some mischief here in Myrtle Beach. I don't leave until tomorrow afternoon so there's time.
If you're a golfer and here and I can verify you....let's work on your putting game.
Life is good.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
10/06/2011 - Sometimes You Get What You Need Ireland Postponed and More
Life happens!
Hi Darlings,
I'm enjoying my usual morning ritual of a freshly brewed cup of coffee. Looking out over Uptown Charlotte on a beautiful fall morning. I have a double view of the city. One toward the downtown and the skyscrapers and the other of Panther stadium.
After being cooped up in the Shoebox this panoramic light filled view does my heart good. I've thoroughly enjoyed being here in Charlotte. I think it's a fabulous small city and I've thoroughly enjoyed my time here.
After I get my morning act together I'm packing and heading to Fayetteville, NC until Saturday afternoon. Naughtiness awaits me but there is room for more naughtiness. Please do complete my appt. form and give me some time to get you verified if we haven't met before.
What have I been up too these last few days? Last Friday evening I walked down to the King's Kitchen for dinner. My old webmaster said they had great southern food so I thought I'd see for myself. Plus, I'd seen a sign that said, "live jazz Fridays, 7:30-9:30" That motivated me to partake.
I expected a cafeteria type of place but I was pleasantly surprised to find a very homey but sophisticated decor. The jazz trio was playing as I entered and the bar was mostly full. I found a single seat and scooted in. My seatmates welcomed me.
This restaurant was founded by a chef who made his money and decided to pay it forward to the community. It's my understanding the business people contributed to his vision. It's a non-profit operation, staffed by homeless/formerly homeless folks. And it's terrific!
The food was good, the patrons friendly, the jazz great and a perfect ending to a beautiful Friday. I walked home with a big smile on my face.
I'd gone to the new chiropractor earlier in the day and felt good enough to walk all over Uptown during the day. It's a very clean city and flowers in planters are everywhere. I entered the Bank of America Plaza and found all kinds of little restaurants, boutiques and salons. The building is connected to others via overhead walkways. Shades of Minneapolis.
Sunday, a new friend came to call and I gave him a highly recommended on Date-check after. And a thunder boomer award. Yahoo!
Later that evening my new friend from Connecticut flew into Charlotte International Airport. A big hug and kiss and off we went to McCormick and Schmidt's for dinner. It was good to see him again and the roses he'd sent earlier in the week were still pretty.
Monday and part of Tuesday we ambled around Charlotte. He likes to dine well so I shared some of the favorite places I've already found here. I dropped him off at the airport Tuesday afternoon with promises to get together soon.
Then I headed to the new orthopedic surgeon. I needed a follow up and a second opinion. Unfortunately, a lot of the pain has returned but this is one of those things that you learn to put up with. It doesn't interfere in my ability to enjoy my profession, actually the endorphins are beneficial. But it is a pain in the butt and more.
This practice couldn't have been more different than my Tampa docs. It was a huge facility, very efficient and yet still friendly. The Doctor is older and very professional. You can tell he's seen and done a lot. While I missed my Doctor Hunks I knew I was in very competent hands. He ordered some new xrays in a bent position (keep your mind out of the gutter please) and then we met back in the exam room.
Actually, the news was better than expected and he feels that I have two choices. Live with it or fix it. I have a slipped disc and that is probably what caused the synovial cyst. The rubbing of the disc probably caused the irritation thus resulting in a cyst. His solution is a LOT less invasive than the one Dr. Hunk proposed. I can handle that.
So, I'm gonna fix it. But I'm also going to get one more opinion in New York State. I'm going to need someone to look after me for a few days and I don't have that in Charlotte. So I'll see another Dr. in either New York City or Albany and try and schedule surgery for December. Hopefully they will propose a similarly less invasive technique. I'll stay with my Sis while I do all this.
You all disappear during the holidays and rightly so. January is always quiet so it seems a good time for me to take a break from being Anneke and take care of the problem.
Thus.....Ireland and London is postponed until after surgery. While I'm sad I'm not going to see my Irish and English boys sooner rather than later, I'll see you next year. Just don't forget me in the interim. :-)
This also means that I'll be leaving Charlotte for the next few months. Probably the end of this month. I want to be at my Sis's for Halloween. She makes an event of it and the neighborhood is full of kids that she plans to scare silly. I can't wait to help her do that.
I'll tour on the way up. Driving isn't uncomforable at all. My car is comfortable and I can take my time, driving just a few hours each day. After all, I'm only half the distance to her house that I was when I lived in Tampa. Not sure where and when I'm stopping yet but keep an eye on my website calendar so what's up.
Am I disappointed to be leaving Charlotte so soon? You bet.I love it here and the gents have been amazing. But this has to be done and I can't keep denying reality. Who says I can't come back after I'm all fixed?
I won't enjoy the Northeast cold but I will enjoy seeing my family and my old "friends" in the Northeast. I hope to reschedule those cities that I cancelled for early October and get back to them before mid-December.
I know, I know....I keep changing the game plan. But life is like that isn't it? "Ya gotta roll with the punches, ya gotta go where the wind blows. Sometimes ya get what you need, not what you want." Jodi Massena
Life is still good. Stay tuned for what it brings to me.
Your Still Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
8/28/2011 - A Beautiful Day
Hello Hotties,
I had an opportunity to drive up to the High Country today. A friend needed some company and I pointed the car west and north.
I hadn't been in the Smokies for years and had forgotten how breathtakingly beautiful they are. North Carolina certainly has a varied landscape. Gorgeous beaches AND mountains. OMG crossed my lips several times. Hints of fall are well underway. Little bits of color here and there. It's almost as the same stage as Upstate NY last weekend. Of course, I was at 3300 feet so that probably harkens fall sooner in the Smokies.
All over the Carolinas there are miles and miles of forested land. No wonder the furniture industry flourished here for years. Sadly, you can see the demise as you drive up 321. Many stores are closed. A lot of the manufacturing has gone to........yep, China.
One of these days we'll find we don't make anything at all in our quest for the bottom line. We need to export the goods we still make to China on all those ships that Walmart sends back empty. There's something REALLY wrong about that whole deal.
On a much happier not, a dozen long stemmed roses arrived yesterday. And he's not attached either. No more affairs for this girl.
The worst part about affairs is ya gotta sneak around and they are never there for the important days you'd like to share. Like the Super Bowl, the Final Four, the Stanley Cup, the World Series. You know I'm kidding, right? Then they have to account for the money they spend. Or the money they don't even have to spend. Never, ever doing that again. And this is one statement I'm going to honor.
Oh yeah, the sex is hot because it's forbidden. The longing stronger because their time is so limited. And the heartbreak....it's worse because you're kicking yourself in the ass because you knew it was inevitable.
Enough of that stuff. Do take a look at my calendar as I've made some changes. I've cancelled the whole Northeast Fall tour. I don't want to do all that driving and the hotel prices are sky high in DC, NYC and Boston. Since I can't count on business I'd rather stay in the Carolinas and that is what I'm going to do.
I'll be in Fayetteville overnight next week. Myrtle Beach the end of the week after. Golfers....get your putter ready. And, Columbia, SC the week after that.
My trip to Ireland and London is still on if my back stays in good enough shape. Fingers crossed.
So boys.......come see me in Charlotte. I'm available everyday this week until Sunday morning. Incall and Outcall for your pleasures.
Naughtiness Awaits You,
Anneke
9/25/2011 - New Friends and Family
Hello Hotties,
I'm been in upstate NY with my Sis for most of the time since Wednesday afternoon. She picked me up at the Jet Blue terminal and we made our way north and west.
Except that she zigged instead of zagged and we wound up heading toward Manhattan from the Brooklyn approach. Once we realized what she'd done we sat back, laughed ourselves silly and enjoyed the spectacular sight of the tip of Manhattan.
The GPS had whimped out with all the diversions but it finally kicked in and routed us over Canal Street, through the Holland tunnel and up through New Jersey. The city was packed and we later realized that the Riverside Drive approach was not an option. The UN was in session and the road was closed.
Still, we laughed and enjoyed the moments as only sisters who are best friends can. We never let on that our way home had changed. "No, no problems." lol
We fixed cocktails and had one of her usual fabulous dinners, all of us chattering away and catching up. She bought a little home before last Christmas and had spent all spring and summer creating and sculpting new gardens. She's probably one step away from being a master gardener and it was amazing to see the changes she had made.
She loves nature and we sit forever watching the birds at the feeders. Yeah, I'm pretty domestic and tame when time permits.
Thursday I pointed her car east toward Foxwoods. I was attending a private affair and had one old friend driving over for an adventure before the party began. I'd never been to Foxwoods Resort and Casino and I must say I was impressed with my hotel. It's not Vegas by a long shot but it was lovely.
I only had about 40 minutes to prepare for my friend and I had just stepped out of the bathtub when he called to say he had arrived. "Ten minutes?" I asked as he was early and on the dot of 4pm there was a knock on the door.
It's always great to see an old friend and he wasted no time diving between my legs. I will waste no time awarding him the Thunder Boomer of the Month Award. Absolutely sensational and it went on forever and forever. This boy wasn't giving up and neither was I. Fortunately, towels were in place. I was overdue for some endorphins.
We said our goodbyes and I bathed again for the party. I'd already decided that this was a networking/fun evening. No worries about whether biz came my way. It would be good to see old friends and schmooze. I especially wanted folks to know that I was still kicking.
I made my way down a floor and knocked on the door about 20 minutes after the stated beginning. I'd had one of those family crises phone calls. I handled it as best I could but I had to go. Although I was a bit late it was one of those parties where folks were going to be arriving at all different times. No worries.
I introduced myself to new friends and warmly greeted old friends. Then I made my way to the bar for a cocktail. There was a nice looking guy sitting right next to the bar. I introduced myself and he asked, "where did you come from?" Small pleasant talk and he asked if I was available later. Well, yes, I am, I told him. I hadn't planned on this at all but here he was, adorable, a gentlemen and very desirious of getting to know me. He had asked if he could take me to dinner.
Eventually we made our way downstairs. Raw clams, great filets and a fabulous Barolo. Stolen kisses and the temperature rising. I love it when opportunities like this come my way and the chemistry is red hot. After dinner we returned to the party and more old friends had popped in. It was great to see all these beautiful gals looking even more beautiful than ever.
The wonderful evening didn't end there and I'd just as soon keep the rest of it to ourselves. But the eggs benedict the next morning were perfect.
We'd kissed goodbye Friday morning but last evening he made a two hour drive to where I'm staying in Upstate NY. Big classic Mercedes, long stemmed red roses and a beautiful silver and turquoise enamel bracelet to match the Santa Fe jewelry I had been wearing at breakfast. We had a beautiful candlelight dinner at Le Canard in Old Town in Kingston. It couldn't have been any more romantic and the dining was superb. The company even more so. He came in after to chat with my Sis and her S O and then made the long drive back to Hartford. Promises made to rendevous in Charlotte soon.
isn't it amazing how life can turn on a dime? To add to the happy weekend, I Skyped a facebook new friend that I've been chatting with, without a camera, on yahoo im for 2 or 3 weeks. He wanted to make sure that Anneke was really the same person on Facebook. I was just as eager to find out if this younger, handsome, model/soap opera star/media producer in Latin America was the same. People play some nasty games on the internet and we both hoped we were real.
He was and more. So somehow, this week, life has brought me not one, but two lovely guys. And business. And time with my family. After this summer I'm delighted with all the good stuff that has happened. And I know that I appreciate all that good stuff even more because things have been so challenging.
I'm heading back to Charlotte with a big smile on my face and looking forward to introducing my beautiful friend Sara of Albany to Charlotte. She's visiting for a few days and we ARE available for doubles. I'm not sure your heart could stand it but you could give it a try. If not, what a way to go. A hot blonde and a sexy brunette. Life doesn't get a whole lot better than that does it?
Life is good.
Your Very Happy Girlfriend,
Anneke
9/15/2011 - A Stellar Week
Hello My Dear Friends,
I hope you're having a wonderful week. After all the endless "woe is me" postings I thought you'd like some positive stuff for a change.
Monday the phone started ringing and the emails began for requests to meet folks in Charlotte. It may be the new girl on the block flurry but some folks are here for the Home Builder's Convention so that theory can't be entirely true. I'll put it down to a great start to a new beginning.
I'm so close to the Convention Center, the concert event venue and the stadium that I have to think that will matter. A couple of my friends this week, walked from work. That was the plan. Lunch time and Happy Hour escapes.
I had my first dinner date in a long time last evening. Years ago, before the long slow decline in the economy, (it didn't really happen overnight) there were a lot of those.
I walked to the restaurant, one of my fav steak houses to meet my new friend. It was quite a hike and I'd found I had a bruised toe. I have a new bed that's on a platform and I keep whacking my toe on it. So that poor toe was struggling to make it those long blocks.
He was one of those guys who lights up a room. Very southern and very handsome with beautiful salt and pepper hair. I asked him if many people told him he looked like Rick Perry. He said, "never." He thought I was being disengenious and I said, "Darlin', you don't know me yet but I'm a straight shooter. I only give a compliment when I mean it." Of course, one can always find SOMETHING nice to say about someone even if they are butt ugly. Such as, "you have such a nice smile." Or, "what a great tie." He still said, no, I'm not and I replied, "well, you are handsome to me." And he smiled and said, "that's all that matters."
There's an old joke that whenever someone says, "that's nice" or "bless their little heart" it really means f--- you. Still, it costs nothing to be kind or find something nice to say about someone else.
So, we had ourselves a big ole time. He had never been with a squirter before and he kept saying "I've never met a woman who cums as many times as you do." Well, the chemistry and his skill had a lot to do with that. And remember, it's been a LONG dry spell in Florida. I was SO ready for some adult fun. And we sure had it. He had to sleep on the other half of the bed last night. Lake Anneke flooded the other side.
It turns out I'd spoken to him years ago when I was heading to Charleston on a tour. Things just didn't work out but he'd kept an eye on me. I like to hear those stories, Leo that I am.
Yesterday morning I met an old friend from my Tampa days. He reminded me I'd picked him up at the airport, taken him to my beautiful incall out on Rocky Point and driven him back to the airport. It was a PSE adventure for sure. He was a very naughty, naughty boy. And I'm a very naughty, naughty girl. It worked and well.
Airport pickup is certainly part of my service for you if that's what it would take to get you to Charlotte. Or, if you're coming for business and would like that extra special attention before your real business begins, I'd be most happy to be the first face welcoming you to Charlotte.
People here have been so gracious and friendly wherever I go. Whether it's the supermarket, the nail salon, (found a GREAT one already, that's a biggie for us gals), shopping or dining out. It's a lovely, classy city and I'm enjoying it.
Plus, while I am careful not to overdo the fun, I am feeling great. Better and stronger each day. I think having my stress level lowered has a lot to do with that. I seem to hold a lot of tension in my lower back and hips. Imagine that? lol
So, I have a sexy session later this morning and then an outcall to young man up the road a piece. Jewel of the Carolinas, who lives here also, has been so gracious to give references for me. I met her years ago and a Boston Meet and Greet and she is the epitome of Southern Charm. If she's touring your city, you make sure and mention that Anneke recommended her.
Don't forget, FOXWOODS RESORT AND CASINO, next week, the afternoon of the 22nd though check out time on the 23rd. I'm attending a private meet and greet but there will be time if you'd like to get together. For those of you who read this who are also attending, I am available for private moments together.
I'm very excited about this trip. I'm flying into White Plains and Sis is going to pick me up. Since I'm leaving on the 21st and don't return until the 26th I'll have lots of time to spend with Sis and her guy.
I will be back in New England for leaf peeping in October and since I'm driving up and back be sure to check my calendar for stops along the way. Lots of variety in my life for sure. Still, the goal is NOT to have to travel too much. We'll see if my location in Charlotte can keep my busy enough not to have to be on the road as often.
Of course, I like change and I like traveling so you KNOW I'll be hither and yon from time to time. It's in my blood.
Still unpacking as some boxes arrived from Tampa the other day. I'm comfortable and you will be too. I look forward to showing you my new digs in Charlotte.
Life is good.
Love and Kisses,
Anneke
9/10/2011 - Tomorrow
Hello My Friends,
Tomorrow, the 11th, is a day we should pause and reflect about that awful time ten years ago. While I am not aware that anyone I knew personally was killed, I am a New Yorker. Yes, Upstate but that city has been an important one in my life. It was a sad, sad time.
My thoughts and prayers go out to all of you who did lose loved ones, coworkers and/or friends. It never should have happened. No matter what you believe about who caused it. Let's never forget.
On a more positive short note, I am feeling great. In spite of all the moving and driving I am doing exceptionally well. I'm settling in my new digs beautifully. It's a gorgeous apartment, open concept, great view, very hip and modern with all the bells and whistles. Great big flat screen tv, sound system from hell, perfect location in Uptown Charlotte and just a hop to the interstate. Lots of garage parking nearby.
If you work here or come into town for sporting events, or happen to be on your way to another Southern city, you couldn't find a more convenient location. That's all I can reveal. I'm sure you understand why. Once you walk in the door, you'll understand why I'm so psyched.
Of course.......I'm here also and very ready for our mutual pleasures. Just be sure to plan ahead.
Life is good.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
9/08/2011 - Almost There Charlotte
Hello Hotties,
I'm in Jacksonville this mornning. The last few days were a lot of hard work. Packing up, taking the stuff I want to keep to storage and locking the door to the Shoebox. I was amazed that I was able to do it all.
I had some wonderful folks helping me. I'd never have gotten it all done without them. One of my neighbors had me over for Monday night dinner. He got a spanking after. Just what he wanted.
Lauren and her beau were my hosts Tuesday evening. My helper and I didn't finish until 7:30 and I was beat. Lauren and beau were waiting for me, candles lit, soft music playing and a chilled martini. I was treated to a special strip tease by Lauren. She was an exotic damcers for years. Don't you wish you had friends like mine?
I collapsed in a comfy chair and put my feet up until dinner was ready. I'd given away THE bed and there was nothing left in the shoebox so I slept in their comfy guestroom that evening.
We were all a little sad as I got ready to depart but we said so long, not goodbye. I'll be back when I need some nude swimming and tanning and old friends.
I should be arriving in Charlotte around 8ish this evening. I have an old friend visiting this morning and then it's time for the final leg of this adventure. If I don't kill him. It's been WAY too long.
It's 6 hours from Jax and I'll have to stop often to stretch. Fortunately I have someone to help me unload the car when I arrive.
Watch out Charlotte. One very horny girl is heading your way.
Life is good.
Hugs and Kisses,
Anneke
9/4/2011 - On the Last Legs of Tampa
Hello Sweeties,
I hope you're all having a great Labor Day weekend. I remember family clambakes in the Northeast were usually what were on the list of that weekend's activities. The New York kind. Raw clams on the half shell first. Kegs of beer. The bake was a white potato, a sweet potato, an ear of corn, a couple of links of sausage, an onion, a dozen clams and a half of a chicken. All wrapped up in cheesecloth and steamed for until everything was tender. Served with lots of drawn butter. Yummy!
We aren't having any of those in Florida this weekend. While there have been a lot of parties here at the resort, outside of a small cocktail party, held in my honor Friday evening, I've pretty much been getting ready for the move.
The last of my furniture is going out the door this afternoon. Even that famous bed. I'm going to bid it a very fond farewell.
So, I'll have to sleep at a neighbor's the next couple of night as I don't plan to leave until Tuesday afternoon. I'm stopping in Gainesville Tuesday evening and then on to Jacksonwille the next morning. YES I'll entertain friends who would like to have some fun in both locations.
I'm feeling good. I do stop what I'm doing and ice every once in a while. I am not lugging anything. I have folks helping me with that part of the moving. I'm doing well since the final injections and I don't want to mess that up by overdoing it. I'd rather save myself for you.
So, sorry to say, nothing naughty to report, unless you count my heading to my favorite porn site and getting out the vibrator. We all have fetishes that get us off easily and I am no exception.
While I'd prefer one on one or some group fun I'm too busy for that right now. Plus, those who have called to see me in Tampa this past week have either 1. waited until the last minute, like 11pm at night 2. have no references 3. have no funds for the donation and expect me to give them the "handsome guy" discount. Mind you, we've never met. If someone was a frequent flyer you can be sure I'd do that. Not a first timer who doesn't want to give me any info or gets explicit and wants a "discount."
I was about to lose my patience with someone yesterday who obviously hadn't read a damn thing on my Eros ad or my website. I sweetly asked (yes I can do that on occasion) what I needed to do to get you guys to take the time to read what we put out there. I told him I meant no disrespect but that I was getting frustrated by this last minute, how much, explicit questions nonsense. WHAT do I/WE need to do?
I realize that Craig's list did and Backpage is changing the face of this business drastically. Newcomers, pun intended, are starting out with no guidelines or boundries. Girls are seeing them last minute with no screening and bargain basement rates. Of course the service is lousy. So they now have no baseline for what is required for an upscale encounter nor what should happen during one. It's maddening.
Add this double dip in the recession and everyone is scared to death so they have gone bargain hunting. As in life, you get what you pay for and those of you here, know that.
I know, I'm preaching to the choir again. I can only hope that Charlotte's prosperity and the better health of the economy in the Carolina's will bring a change of client when I get there. If not......ayiee carumba! I just might run away and start a brothel in Costa Rica. Or enter a convent.
That gotcha didn't it?
I'm so excited and so ready to head up I-75, 95 and 77 to Charlotte. Get ready southern gents. Anneke is horny and on her way to play. I'll be available in Charlotte on the 9th from 10-5:30 each day for incall. Monday-Saturdays. Anytime/anyday for outcall. Appointment requests in advance and the time to complete your verification goes without saying. But I said it anyway, in case you forgot. Be sure to check the calendar here frequently as I will still tour. For those of you in New England I'll be heading to Foxwoods Casino and Resort the afternoon of September 22. Available until noonish the next day. More cities planned through the fall. Please check where and when.
Life is good. I'm going to get to be naughty in a whole new city. And my Irish and UK boys, I'll see you in November.
Love and Kisses,
Anneke
8/27/2011 - The Weekend the World Stopped and Other Musings
Hello My Darlings,
The whole country is riveted to news reports of Irene barreling up the east coast. You would think there was nothing else happening in the whole world with this preoccupation with the storm. If this blitzkreig of coverage keeps people safe than it's worth it.
It's so ironic to be in Florida, the center of most hurricanes and watching this.
It's actually a little cooler here today with a nice breeze. I'm working on my taxes and thinking about heading to the pool for some adult company. Since there is no business in Florida I'm bored out of my mind.
It's the end of summer. Families are having their last chance of vacation before labor day and the phone is not ringing. It's pathetic.
I am SO ready to head north to Charlotte. I've revamped my fall tour schedule since I'm feeling so good so be sure to check my calendar. If there are any leaves left on the trees I'll be leaf peeping again in October.
I remember childhood Autumns with huge piles of leaves heaped in our yard. I lived in the country and we had a lot of property, full of huge maple trees. We'd all help dad rake the leaves and then spend hours jumping in them before he finally set fire to them. That was how you got rid of leaves then. He would take the ashes and spread them in his big gardens. Now, you bag them up and send them to the dump. Or hopefully, you live in an area that recycles them for compost.
Mums bloosomed everywhere. We raided the corn fields and tied up cornstalks and bittersweet vines. Dad grew pumpkins so we'd carve our own. Halloween was safe and it was a good time to be a child. The colors were breathtaking, even to a young child. Certainly even more so to a young girl who loved art and design.
That is why I return. I still take great delight in the beauty of fall. It's such a huge part of my upbringing and I love that nip in the air, the apple cider, picking apples and homemade cider donuts. Tradition is such an important thing to me and I fear it's one of the things we are losing in our computer driven, Facebook occupied, I Phone lifestyles.
I sound just like an old fart don't I? Well, I am a baby boomer. The difference is we want to be young forever and more than any other generation are obsessed with aging. Why look old when you don't feel or act it? That's our motto.
That's especially true amongst my nudist/swinger friends. Especially the swingers. After all, if you're looking to "hook up" you certainly want to be desirable enough to have some takers. Some of my friends, male AND female, are getting testosterone implants in their buttocks. They say it's rejuvenated their sexual desire, given them new energy and helped reverse the aging process.
It's also given the girls a lot of extra hair in places one wouldn't have it. Still, it's worth it to them for the renewed horniness they experience.
So far, I don't think I need any testosterone. Your interest in mutual pleasuring is enough to get my motor running ahead of time. Soft lips brushing my lips,neck and ears, tongues gently dueling for mastery, fingers exploring and stroking my soft skin and your manly frame, whispers of what we want to do and share, that's enough for me. That gets those juices flowing and Lake Anneke is ready to overflow the damn.
Goodness....I really need to get laid. That means I'm feeling good.
So.....life is good too. Stay safe and dry and come and see me soon. Only another week and a half in Tampa.
Love and Kisses,
Anneke
8/25/2011 - Feeling Great and Getting Ready to Head to Charlotte
Hello My Darlings,
I hope life is treating you all kindly. I hope you are not in the path of Hurricane Irene nor did you experience the BIG quake. I'd love to make a snippy DC joke but I'll refrain. I do love the town, just not the politicians.
Florida has dodged the bullet again. Tampa Bay has dodged several of them. Hurricane Charlie was the closest we've come to getting a direct hit. I think it was 2004. Forty Five minutes before Tampa Electric was going to shut down the power grid, it took a 2% turn south and hit Port Charlotte, Sanibel, Captiva and headed toward Orlando. Just where Tampa Bay folks evacuated to. I was in downtown Chicago for my first tour there and my apartment was on the top floor at a complex on the bay. I crossed my fingers and called my auto insurance company. Fortunately, we were safe. But it was scary not being able to get back and remove important documents and personal items. Sad that others have to suffer when you have good luck.
Today was my last day of epidural injections. And since I'd made great improvement since the last ones Doctor Hunk and his team agreed I was not going to have to have surgery. Yeah, I didn't tell you about that one. I thanked them profusely and hugged my one favorite goodbye. I probably won't see them again. They gave me a referral for a Dr. in Charlotte for keeping an eye on things or if I need physical therapy or pain management or more. I'll miss them and their genuine care and concern. If you ever need spinal surgeon specialists here write me and I'll tell you who they are. They are fabulous and I'll miss looking at them too!
My fav and the x ray guy and I all have a good laugh when I told them I was feeling all kinds of things after the injections. I didn't say it was arousal but it was close to it. All that blood flushing around down there. Zowie! They had gotten a big kick out of meeting a world class domina, Lauren and a porn actress/escort. Well, yeah, I had to tell the Doc what I did for a living.
I'm preparing for my move and I've posted my furniture on Craig's list. When I left Connecticut last summer my stuff went out the door, left and right. Here, one person has shown up. When you look at all the listings in Tampa Bay and the lack of response you begin to see just how bad the economy is here.
I headed down to the pool Sunday and one of my friends suggested I auction off Anneke's mattress with an autograph and a big lip print. One of my other smart as--ed friends, said, no way. It's worn out. Everyone had a good laugh at that but the truth is it's not.
I've toured so much over the past years and had almost two years in CT with another king sized bed. It's in pretty good shape. But boy could it tell some stories of the fun I did have romping around on it. And all the porn shoots we did in that play room. One of the gang took me aside and asked if he could have it. I said sure. He's definitely getting an autograph and a big lip print. lol
So, still lots of stuff to get rid of. I'm probably going to have to figure out where else to advertise, inside and outside the resort.
This is a new beginning and the apartment in Charlotte is all furnished in beautiful, sexy, contemporary furniture. I only have to bring a few things so boys if you need some "stuff" come on up before I leave. You can have an Anneke souvenir. If it doesn't sell I'm thinking of a couple of furniture consignment shops or the Salvation Army.
Of course, I'm bringing my Henkel knives, some kitchen things, good wine glasses, spices, etc. to equip a gourmet kitchen. I do like to cook and this bigger space will be a delight.
I've written what I'll be offering at my Charlotte incall two journal entries down from this one. Be assured, it will be the same exceptional, unrushed, pampering, uninhibited intimacy that you've cum to expect. And we can always dream up something new. I KNOW you've got a lot of naughty fetishes and fantasies stored in those little gray cells.
I had one gent tell me one of the funniest ones I've heard in a long time in a private message at Naughty Reviews. He said he had an inflatable fetish. I wrote back, confessing I'd never heard of that and asked him if it was using one of the inflatable dolls? No, he said it was air matresses, pool floats, beac balls, etc and that he wanted me to watch him rub on them until he exploded.
Aiyee Carumba! It's certainly harmless but pretty funny when you think of it. I couldn't being to tell you some of the stuff I get requests for. Some would make you sick. Some you could get arrested for. Some are so unsafe I just gasp. But I'm not judging. How could I? That would be hypocritical and there are providers that happily comply with them. I just don't want to see a guy who practices unsafe sex and it does bother me that there are girls who do also.
My guidelines are simple. Two phrases. Consenting adults. Safe sex. If I can't consent we usually don't meet and I wish them good luck finding what they desire. I just ask for respectful inquiries, no matter what they are. And I can respectfully decline.
Am I itchy? Is a bean green? I'm needing more than a little sumthin', sumthin' boys. I am really horny so cum on up. Check my Tampa Eros ad. The August special donations have been extended to September 5th. One last Anneke Fixxx before I leave? And don't forget, there is a body rub with a French lesson. Half hour.
Life is SO good. Especially when I'm feeling just as good.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
8/19/2011 - New Links
Hello Gents,
Every day I get offers for free advertising on a new escort site. I ignore most of them. Especially the classifieds.
However, one caught my eye and I completed a profile there. It's London based and while it's new I'm impressed so far.
So take a peek, www.royalrouge.com If you are traveling to London it would be a place to start as well as Eros London. Also, www.thesecretboudoir.com if you prefer mature gals. I work with them when I'm in London. First class agency and yes, those gals look exactly like their photos. I've met some of them. Remember I will be in London/Mayfair November 16-20, back willing.
Also, via a Tweet from a London punter, I found this site. www.oldestprof.com or TOP. It's the equivalent of TER in the UK. It's interesting to see the differences in European attitudes toward the hobby. There's an interesting article I found. It seems the Italian premier has proposed licensing brothels for help with their debt crises. It would end ours also but you and I know it probably won't happen in my lifetime. Not to mention getting girls off the streets and away the pimps and slave trade.
Have you heard that somewhere else?
Life is good and I'm still on the mend.
Kisses,
Anneke
8/18/2011 - It Is Official Charlotte NC Here I Come Or You Will
Hello Hotties,
I told you I'd let you know what was up as soon as all was confirmed. I have a fabulous opportunity to work in Uptown Charlotte. That's what they call it. The rest of us would think of it as downtown.
I will have a luxurious, upscale, very contemporary incall with all the bells and whistles. Most importantly it's WALKING distance to those of you who live and/or work in Uptown Charlotte. It's discreet and safe and you will LOVE the location. Of course, I can't go into great details here. But if you'd like to meet at MY place, details after verification.
I'll have a professional massage table and I will also be offering 1/2 hour body rubs ending the way you'd like. Your lunch hour and Happy Hour will never be the same.
Of course, ALL the bells and whistles will still be available: one hour stress relief, ninty minute one more time, two hour get to know you and three hour cocktails.
Incall 11am to 7 pm. Outcall of course and I will have more time slots available. Incall dinner dates and 0vernights will NOT be available but they will be available to your outcall location
I'm also like to go back to school. It's within walking distance. What for? Photography. I'd also like to be behind the camera, digital and video. Photography and videos for other providers and porn stars when I've learned the technical aspects to make the gals look their best. I have an artist's eye and certainly have a good idea of what attracts and what sells. Yes, I'll still film for Xposed myself. I don't think Anneke's adventures are anywhere near over.
There are so many fly by night escort photographers and adult videographers. I'm constantly asked for referrals by other gals. I'll have a partner in crime, one who has lots of experience filming AND building websites so a whole new career could be ahead of me. He's merely returning to it.
It's very exciting and while I'll be sad to be leaving permanent residency in the Nudie Resort I can always return. Charlotte is the hub for US Airways so I'll still tour every month. NYC, Boston, DC, Chicago, Vegas, some of my fav smaller cites, possibly the West Coast, Ireland, London on occasion.
However, I'm hoping I can spend the majority of my time in Charlotte and perhaps a day here and there in the rest of the Carolinas, Nashville, Atlanta, as well as tour. It's a short drive to a lot of places that I've visited before. Folks ask when I'll be back. Now it will be easy to return.
So guys.....another chapter in the adventures of Anneke. My back is feeling better and better. One more series of injections next week.
I'm sorting out, packing a few things to store, putting prices on things to sell, organizing and editing my "stuff." It's all positive and I'm looking for what life will bring.
Another yummy young thing visited me the other day. He says he also travels to Charlotte for biz. Whoohoo! Doesn't YOUR company have a branch there?
Life is good.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
8/15/2011 - I Know I Have Been Boring
Hello My Darling Boys,
It's Monday morning and I'm doing my usual updates to ads, catching up on email and organizing my Anneke businesses.
I'm still feeling like I'm on the road to better. But enough of that for now. You've waited long enough for the "good stuff."
This journal has been probably been boring in things erotic lately. Now I know I "things" still work. I was pretty sure they did but I needed a test drive. I had a tentative future date to help celebrate a new friend's birthday next week. A threesome no less with another gal. I contacted her for his reference and added our upcoming adventure to my calendar. This past Saturday afternoon he called, horny, and wanted to see me that night. Just us.
My schedule was free and since I was "itchy" too I was eager to meet him. It was a nice trip out of the resort, down the expressway, across the Howard Franklin to St. Pete. I peeked to my right as a huge red ball of sun set in the gulf. That's one of the perks of living near the water. Absolutely breathtaking!
For those of you who think my incall is in the boonies, it's 25 minutes to the airport and 45 minutes to downtown St. Pete. I was at his door in great time.
He greated me warmly and I smelled cigar smoke. We headed on the porch for a small sip of wine and a shared puff. No drinking and driving but we did have two hours. A sip wouldn't hurt. He'd been reading my journal and asked me about my back.
The social exchange complete we headed into his bedroom to find out just HOW much better my back was. Eventually we got to that. Before I did he asked me to slide over the top of his face for a little 69. I asked, "are you sure? I'm a squirter." I always let that piece of information be known. Not everyone enjoys that little gift. I recommended he get a towel. Towel in place I resumed the position.
I'll give him credit because I was long overdo for an orgasm. Self love doesn't do it. I almost drowned the guy but he was a trooper. Still, we needed to find another position that wouldn't make him expire.
All the usual acronyms applied but one they don't seem to have. AGTWHBA What's that? It's mine. A Good Time Was Had By All. We had a blast and planned our threesome to follow. I know it aroused him even more while I was giving him a French Lesson and describing what would happen with he, I and the other gal. ALL kinds of possibilites.
We chatted for a long time and then he showed me his etchings. Yeah, I know that's supposed to happen beforehand but that's in the civilian world. Thankfully I wasn't in the civilian world that night.
We bide adieu and I headed toward home, making a little detour for a diet soda and a late dinner at my old Rocky Point hangout. My fav bartender still works there and he rounded the bar for a big hug. Business isn't what it used to be in this recession but they are doing okay. On a Saturday night in the past, you couldn't get near the outside bar, even in the hot summer. It was THE destination. Now, other venues and the shortage of money in Florida had made it possible to chat with my other old bartender who was outside.
I'd just wanted to say hi and see what was up. Mission accomplished I headed home. It had been a sexy evening and I'd made a new friend.
Sunday dawned and I found a text message from my younger dating site hottie. He had not been able to visit during the week but now found himself with a free Sunday afternoon. I told him I'd meet him at the club.
After his call upon arrival, I tied on a pareo, hopped in my golf cart and met him in our parking lot. We greeted warmly and headed to the pool after his check in. They don't make it easy or inexpensive for single guys to visit. Even in the company of a member. I've never understood that but the rules are the rules.
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon and we shared sun and pool time with more pool moments. It was too hot to just sunbathe. I introduced him around as he was no shrinking violet. A very social guy with an outgoing personality. I saw my friends, Ron and Kerry, Frank and his Gal, giving him the eye out of the corner of their eyes. I know they were dying to ask.....I'll fill them in another time.
We had lunch and I asked him if he wanted to head back to my place. He'd been hinting all afternoon and I knew it was time. I'd been unavailable to meet for weeks because of our schedules and my treatments.
I turned the key in the door to the Shoebox and told him to make himself comfortable. He walked right to the rear of the Shoebox and hopped on the bed. I chuckled to myself and thought, "well, why not?"
He's adorable and now that I'm back on track wanted to see what he was like. Making out, towels in place he dove into Lake Anneke. The messier it got the more turned on he became. During the pillow talk we yakked for a long while. He had a job to head to that evening and I was going to join resort friends for dinner. Kisses goodbye I started to get ready. I realized, I'd be happier staying home.
After all, it was Sunday evening and the latest True Blood would be on at 9pm. I'd missed last week's episode so I watched them in backwards order. The HBO story line was so far afield from the books it didn't matter. Very disappointing to say the least. The series had started out so well and lost a lot of it's appeal with it's drastically altered script. Never mind. It was a relaxing ending to a very sexy day.
Despite feeling better I knew there would be side effects to steroids. I've found for me they are; a gnawing feeling in my stomach and increased appetite. Two, aggressive behavior and three, insomnia. There can be lots of others. Unfortunately I am experiencing those three. So, back on Weight Watchers this morning to counteract the first. Awareness of the second second. Maybe I should added Domina right now to my mix of services. lol Not much I can do about the third since I refuse to take sleeping pills. I'll make sure I get a pool workout in later today to help me sleep tonight and counteract a weight gain.
Still, I'd rather have less pain, be healing and getting better and put up with the effects. All those endorphins this weekend helped with the aggression and certainly gave me a wonderful sense of well being.
Life is good. Especially with lots of orgasms.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
8/13/2011 - So What Are You Wearing
Hello My Sweeties,
It's another muggy Saturday morning in Florida. How muggy is it? When I walk out the front door my glasses fog up. We still have months of heat and humidity ahead of us. It's usually November before things start to cool down. Late November.
Still, it's sunny and the day promises to be lovely despite the usual afternoon showers. I'll probably spend a good part of the afternoon in our pool. That's the best way to be outside and stay cool. The sun is SO strong right now one has to be very careful.
For those of you who are curious, I'm still feeling better. Fingers crossed darlings!
What's with the subject line? That's sometimes the first thing I see in an instant message or a comment on Facebook. Or a phone call from someone I don't know. You can hear the uneveness in their voice on the phone. They've already...started. It also means....hey Anneke I want you to get me off. Puh-lease. Still it makes me laugh it's so pathetic. Join my website and pay the fee. It's my living, not giving them a freebie on the internet or the phone. If we've met, we clicked and I happen to be horny that's a whole different story. If we haven't I'm thinking that's really nervy and it's sure not going to happen. Believe it or not I'm not sitting around all day long waiting to help someone j--- off on the phone.
I'm seriously thinking of hooking up a web camera when I get to my new location. Then they have to pay to see what I am or am not wearing. Seems fair to me. Right now, I'm wearing....NOTHING.
My hottie postponed coming up. So no juicy details to share. Yet.
I think I'll get all decked out and head to the club tonight. It's been busy on Saturday nights.
How's Plan B going? Still in the works. It's looking better though and when I can confirm my plans I'll let you know what they are.
I am sorting through things and getting ready to sell furniture and household items. I'll keep my favorite art work and of course personal items but I'm cleaning house. It's time.
I love interior design and I've chosen my "stuff" carefully over the years. But I've been doing the choosing for 12 years now and frankly, I'm sick of looking at the same "stuff." Does "time for a change" resonate?
I know when your S O says the decor of your abode needs updating you see visions of dollar signs. Both possibilities for my relocation are furnished so all I'll need to bring are my clothes, accessories, personal necessities and legal records. What I don't sell or need right now will head to my storage room.
Not much else new. I dumped the two old dating sites and joined a new one with my location being in my new possible Southern city. Sort of testing the waters......ya know?
So far, there's little out there. I'll take you boys anytime over dating. It's a jungle out there in dating land. More work than I really want and a lot less respect than what my boys here give me. You have spoiled me and made me very picky in my personal life.
I've had world class lovers who appreciate the woman I am. Why should I have less than that in my private life? Whether it's casual or more lasting.
Off to the post office, a couple of errands and then back to price items. I'll post on Craig's list on Monday. That's the only time you'll ever have seen me there. I sold all my stuff in CT on it and it works well. Pool later.
Enjoy the remainder of your weekend. I know I will.
Life is good.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
8/10/2011 - Another Year Added
Hello Hotties,
Well, another birthday came and went. At this stage of my life they aren't a big deal unless I'm looking like it. As long as I can fool Mother Nature the number doesn't matter. I just had a new review posted on TER. A 10/10. There still are folks who love us older gals and consider our look just as beautiful. Thank goodness!
I'm very happy to report that I am continuing to feel better. No pain meds since Sunday. That's huge. A little ibuprofen or Aleve for the aches of life. One last epidural steroid treatment next week. I'm encouraged that I'll continue on the road to being my ole self.
Unfortunately my short sale buyers walked on Monday. I didn't find out until Tuesday, my birthday, and I'll confess that threw me for a while. And then I thought, "well, now you don't have to leave yet." So plan B.
I worked on plan B today and I'll know more in a few days. I'll keep you posted.
So today was my birthday treat to myself. I went to the movies. I didn't have a prayer of sitting in a movie theater until the treatments. I sat mesmerized as I watched the last Harry Potter movie. I think I read the first book in 2000. I was hooked and I've been a huge fan ever since. It started a whole new emphasis on reading for kids.
There was a tear in my eye as the movie ended. I'm sad to see it over. It was a wonderfully entertaining journey. Well done J K Rowling. And I'm thrilled that you have become filthy rich because of your original and creative story telling.
Yes, I love fantasy. Lord of the Rings, The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant, The Wheel of Time Series that I haven't finished yet, Brisinger, The Golden Compass, all those better written stories of worlds in another time and place. But I also love an eclectic mix of all genres. Mysteries, romance, thrillers, spy novels, vampires, (don't laugh), the tongue in cheek novels of Janet Evanovich and others. I like to escape but they do have to be well written. No bodice buster covers at my house. I'd rather bust my own bodice.
Speaking of which, I did not get "any" for my birthday. In fact, it's been a while and I finally had to take matters into my own hands this week. I had one especially horny day when I had to replace the batteries in my vibrator.
So come on boys, let's play. I'm needing the real thing.
Life is good. If I'm thinking about sex this much I'm really getting better. I'm supposed to have a dating site second meeting tomorrow. I'm probably going to kill the poor guy.
Your Wanting to Be Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
8/06/2011 - Imitation is the Sincerest Form of Flattery
Hi Boys,
That statement means nothing to me after seeing two examples of it this week.
First, someone across the pond used one of my older photos to create her profile on Facebook. Luckily, someone else noticed and sent me the link. I've asked her to take it off. Let's see what happens. Since she's also an escort I'm not appreciative at all.
Then I'm browsing a UK escort site today and find a beautiful Russian mature gal who has ripped off the text on the home page of www.annekepleasures.com verbatim. The only thing she changed was her height and her bust size.
This isn't the first time. There's a Florida provider who I won't name from Fort Myers who has helped herself too in the past. You know, if they'd asked I might have been flattered. But they did not.
This business is so competitive and I try and set myself apart from others with my ability to communicate honestly and freely. I'm not young, nor perfect, nor the brightest person on the planet but I am true to myself. And honestly offer the best service I can. Hopefully, my love of the erotic arts and my willingness to share what I know makes our time together extra special.
When someone takes my heartfelt expressions and passes them off as their own.....it sucks.
Still....I guess it's better than being ignored. For a Leo, that's the worst thing in the world. Is there a little ego showing here? Probably, lol, but that's me.
I'm doing okay by the way. Hope to see you soon....somewhere.
Life is good. It would be better if I could get into some trouble this weekend. I need to get.......well, you know.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
8/06/2011 - Imitation is the Sincerest Form of Flattery
Hi Boys,
That statement means nothing to me after seeing two examples of it this week.
First, someone across the pond used one of my older photos to create her profile on Facebook. Luckily, someone else noticed and sent me the link. I've asked her to take it off. Let's see what happens. Since she's also an escort I'm not appreciative at all.
Then I'm browsing a UK escort site today and find a beautiful Russian mature gal who has ripped off the text on the home page of www.annekepleasures.com verbatim. The only thing she changed was her height and her bust size.
This isn't the first time. There's a Florida provider who I won't name from Fort Myers who has helped herself too in the past. You know, if they'd asked I might have been flattered. But they did not.
This business is so competitive and I try and set myself apart from others with my ability to communicate honestly and freely. I'm not young, nor perfect, nor the brightest person on the planet but I am true to myself. And honestly offer the best service I can. Hopefully, my love of the erotic arts and my willingness to share what I know makes our time together extra special.
When someone takes my heartfelt expressions and passes them off as their own.....it sucks.
Still....I guess it's better than being ignored. For a Leo, that's the worst thing in the world. Is there a little ego showing here? Probably, lol, but that's me.
I'm doing okay by the way. Hope to see you soon....somewhere.
Life is good. It would be better if I could get into some trouble this weekend. I need to get.......well, you know.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
8/04/2011 - Fingers Crossed
Hello Loves,
I had my second epidural steroid treatment yesterday. I went into it in great pain.
My darling Tech Assistant hugged me, held my hand and told me they would take care of me. He said, I like you. I replied, I like you too.
This after after I told the team I have to work, The hunky doctor asked "so what do you do for a living?" I replied, "are you sure you really want to know?" and he replied he did. So, I dropped the whole bomb. I heard an "OH!"
We discussed what might have to happen but we also set up an appointment for another round of epidural injections in two weeks. Today I had a nerve test. Most uncomfortable but necessary to determine if I had any nerve damage. Preliminary analysis from another sweet doctor that it did not appear there was any. Not 100% accurate but he was going to run the numbers tonight and let the Hunky Doc know.
The really good news is I have NO pain today. None. No vicodan. Only a little Aleve for the headache that comes from a spinal adventure sometimes.
I'm keeping my fingers and toes crossed that this and the next series might hold me off from anything further for a while. Tonight I feel GREAT! I can't begin to tell you how wonderful that is.
I've decided to offer a half hour body rub ending the way it should special this month. August only. 200. It will please you and give my body less stress. This is something I can do and I've been training with one of THE best. I'm going to pass on her expertise to you. She is better than the licensed massaged therapists I've met along the way.
Just call me if we've met. If not, appointment page like usual. I will still screen. I'll never skip that step.
I'm so encouraged.....and I hope you'll be happy for me and come see me. I would appreciate your support in this regard and you KNOW I'll take good care of you.
Life is so good.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
Anneke
8/02/2010 - Anneke Update or How is the Old Bat Doing
Hi Darling Boys,
Yep, I'm still hanging in there. I have another epidural steroid treament series tomorrow with the Doctor Hunks. Thursday afternoon was my first and I spent all of the rest of the day pretty much painless.
Then I got up Friday morning. Or at least I tried to. The pain was returning. The prognostics were 10% reducation in pain after the first injections. I think what that meant was 10% less of the time I'd be in pain because each day it has built in intensity.
However, I'm still moving. Each morning I struggle out of bed, have a cup of freshly brewed delicious coffee, a cup of no fat yogurt and sometimes sit on my patio. The Sand Hill Cranes are back. Only one fledgling now.
Believe it or not, it's cooler here in Florida than the rest of the Southeast so mornings are really lovely. I let breakfast settle and head down to our big pool. I've been spending every morning walking in the pool, swimming laps and using a boogie board for flutter and bicycle kicks. I am also doing my strength training in the water too. It's relaxing and refreshing and I don't feel like I'm falling apart while I can't head to the gym. Well, I could but right now, the pool is best.
I am nice and brown even with all the suncreen. And my abs are getting tighter. One of these days you might even be able to see them.
An old friend from Milwaukee asked for a photo of me in a strap on and I do have them on Annekexposed. In fact a whole series. It was a shock to go back and see myself much slimmer and younger. Man, I was hot! lol
No point beating myself up for growing older. There's nothing we can do about that. We can only be the best we can be and right now I can't do that either. But, despite the back stuff, I can feel myself getting stronger in the water each day. The laps are easier and I really don't enjoy doing laps so I'm amazed. My butt is getting tighter as well as my tummy. There just happens to be this layer of "fluff" over the top of those muscles.
I'm not out of the woods yet but I'm not lost in the middle of them any longer either. When I was in first grade I attended a neighborhood school called The Little Red Schoolhouse. It only had two classrooms. One teacher in each. Huge class sizes too. In those days that was how it was. Somehow we received a great education. My dad went to the same school when he was a little boy.
We had lots of recesses and the woods surrounded the school. One noontime recess my friend Laura and I wandered into the woods and the swamp and got lost. I'll never forget how frightened and panicked we 6 year old girls were. Somehow we found our way back out of the woods. We returned to class late, sobbing. Laura's mom always dressed her with crisp white ankle socks. They had a little money. Her beautiful white socks were covered in mud but we were safe.
That is how the journey trying to find help and hope this last month seemed to me. I was lost in the medical system, unable to find that help and hope. Well, I have that now and all I need is patience and time for the Doc's to accomplish their healing. I will do all I can for my part to help. Making myself and my core muscles stronger can't do anything but benefit me whether I need surgery or not.
Add... my home is in short sale and this time of my life is up there with the top challenges I have experienced. I put it on the market in April before I went on my road tour. I had an offer in 10 days. Yeah, it's very little but it's pretty cool. Very chic and elegant so it didn't take long to sell. It is supposed to close August 31st. We've all heard how long this process can take so that date isn't imprinted on my gray cells. It's a hope.
It was my decision to walk away. Our real estate is down 62% in Florida and it was no longer an investment. Time to move on and I've asked many of you in financial services advice. All said the same....leave it. But I didn't want a blot on my credit record so I decided to go the short sale route and apply for a government program that will forgive the debt and give me a little cash when it closes. IF I stay in the shoebox and maintain it until it does.....and I have.
Yes, it's a lot on one's plate but I am only one of millions in this country who are going through similar if not worse situations. I have no children to provide a home for so it's just me. They are grown and long gone. I can go anywhere I want so I'm exploring different options.
THIS place will always be home. But I don't have to live here for it to be so. I have an opportunity to work in another Southern city and when the back is fixed and the house closes I'll share more about what is going on. I will say that I'm so excited about the opportunity to be back in an urban environment but not in freezing cold weather in the winter.
I can always hop on a plane and spend the weekend here at my beloved nudie home anytime I want. My friends will always be here for me.
And I will be near a major hub so I'll still head north to NYC, DC, Philly, Boston, etc. etc. on occasion. Right now, I'm holding on to the fall schedule that I have posted here. Once fixed, there's no reason why I can't honor that schedule.
This month is one of change, challenge and excitement for the future. I'm not loving all the pain but it will soon be gone. It's a little bit better already. I'll keep you posted how this week's treatment goes. You KNOW I'm going all dolled up to that appointment. The yummy doctor's will be my inspiration.
Life is good.
Your Gal,
Anneke
7/29/2011 - Good News the Naughtiness is Coming Back
Hello Darlings.
Good news. I had my first treatment yesterday at 1pm. The results of the latest MRI showed there is a synovial cyst on my spine. It was not there in last year's August MRI. It's benign, don't worry. And there are three possibilities to the course of treament. I won't bore you. If you're interested you can google it. We're taking the epidural steroid treatments as the first course. Worst case, surgery to remove it. It's not life threatening and believe me it helps to know what is causing the pain.
There wasn't a thing I could do on my own to eleviate that. All the exercise, chiropractic, acupunture would not change it. But I still need to stay fit to keep my spine in the best shape possible. I will continue to work out, albeit more of it in the pool. I'm finding some very nice results already. Thanks my friend who recommended it months ago. You were right.
I had to rest yesterday but normal duties resumed today. If the docs only knew what my normal duties were. lol
Next week, Wednesday, another epidural session and a nerve test on Thursday. The last injection will probably be two weeks out. August 17th.
It was a wise thing to cancel the Nashville/New York tours. I can get this beyond me by staying the course and resume the career and travel I love at full capacity.
They say this was probably caused by repetitive motion. Since I a very low volume provider, even on tour, I seriously doubt my job caused this. What I do think happened is 6,000 miles in two months on the road brought this on. I'll bet any of you who spend a lot of time driving and flying have had Sciatica symptoms. You know how painful it is. Truckers have it all the time.
Enough of the boring stuff. Lauren drove me yesterday as I had to take valium an hour before the procedure. My Tuesday hero escorted me into the exam room. And the flirting began. Hell, that little valium might have made some bolder but he didn't know who he was flirting with. Since Lauren was with me he was surrounded by two hot milf's. He just didn't know what KIND of milf's. The poor boy was powerless and he loved it.
When I got to the surgical room the xray tech was there also. Another gorgeous man. I said to the two of them, "What is with this practice? Every man here is drop dead gorgeous." The flirtatious assistance actually blushed and told me not to encourage the x-ray tech. They were sure I had a valium high. As a female, I figured having a little extra connection with the men who were helping me wouldn't hurt. And it sure helped to have a distraction.
The doc came in. He's absolutely magazine gorgeous. Whoohoo....shoot me up doc. Even more importantly, everyone, docs and staff can't do enough for you. Boy is that rare these days. I am SO thankful I found these folks.
All kidding aside, I'm feeling a bit better. Last night was really good. It's sleeping that makes things worse so this morning some of the pain was back. But that's to be expected.
I'm off to the library and the market. I now know there is not something broken or falling apart more back there. It's something my mind can handle and I'm compartmentalizing the pain more. I'm cutting back on the pain meds. I don't want to wind up with an addiction at the end of this.
The mind is a powerful thing isn't it? Now all I need is a few endorphins to get rid of the rest of it. Any takers? There's not a thing wrong with my nether regions or my mouth.
Thought you'd want to know it won't be long before I'm back to ALL my naughty shenanigans.
Life is good.
Love and Kisses,
Anneke
7/25/2011 - It Is Not Just About Me
Hotties,
In the midst of all this "personal stuff" I'm still dialed into what is happening in DC.
Call those Mother------s. This is absolutely disgusting, revolting, ridiculous what the Congress and our President are doing.
If I thought business was down before can't one even imagine what is going to happen if we default.
I might be having a hard time but I sure don't want to see us go down the tubes.
CALL! EMAIL! And remember in each November for years to come.
Yes, I have too much time on my hands.
And that's not a bad thing. Life is good.
Thinking about heading to Australia, lol
Love ya,
Anneke
7/25/2011 - Back but not Blue
Hello Boyoos,
Yesterday I finally found an orthopedic group to see me. And they scheduled me for 1pm this afternoon. When I went to their website and read all their credentials I had a feeling these guys were the ones.
I won't lie. It's been a rough time for me and this morning was even worse. Lauren picked me up and I cried all the way to the doc's, and all during filling out the forms and into the examination room. They rushed me in. At least as much as any busy doctor's office can rush.
Lauren came into the exam room with me. As she said, sometimes two sets of ears are better than one. I saw the PA first. Tall, gorgeous, military bearing male. Another gorgeous creature had brought me to the room.
The PA did all the neurological tests and asked questions. Then THE doc came in. Even more gorgeous than the PA. Ice blue eyes that pierced you. (see,,,I'm not completely done in when I notice hunks) Lauren and I were looking at each other in disbelief. WHERE did these guys come from?
Rather than bore you to tears, they wanted me to have another MRI today. And they had the pull to get it done.
I am scheduled for epidural therapy on Thursday, a nerve test next week to assess further and then possibly more epidural therapy at two week intervals. No surgery plans yet. Yeah, more pain pills.
What impressed me most was that after 3 plus weeks of trying to find someone to help me these folks were right on it. They, staff, docs, assistants, recognized how bad the pain was and moved heaven and earth to give me hope and treatment.
Schedules arranged, instructions given, Lauren and I headed to the radiologist's for the MRI. Prompt, humane courteous service. I left with my MRI's in hand. And the x-ray technician was another hunk. (I'm not dead yet boys)
RX's for pain and valium to relax me before the injections on Thursday. Lauren at my side every step of the way as she will be Thursday.
As a single woman with family far away my friends here are my family. My neighbor upstairs took my laundry to the laundromat yesterday. Lauren grocery shopped too. Folks calling to check on me.
In the middle of this, one clod from NYC wanted to know if I could do gang bangs again on film and when. His insensitivity left me breathless but I have to remember that most of the time the penis is the only operating brain. Lauren and I shared a laugh about that. Her sense of humor has always been a delight and today, despite all the pain, it was again.
Even though we aren't real sisters, she is as beloved to me as if she were. She anticipates what I might need and paves the way to make things easier. Just like my real sis.
I'm hopeful and that is all one really needs in at times like these. Without hope, life can be overwhelming and depressing. With it I can do anything. And remarkedly, the pain is less at the moment. Let's face it, our brain determines a lot of what we feel in life.
And my brain is still telling me that life is good. I can't wait to see how all this plays out. And I still believe that 2011 is going to be a positive turn in the road. I just have to get over the detours of the moment.
Please don't abandon me in my truthfulness. I will be the first to admit when it's time to retire. There's no way I will unless I have to. Believe me, I do not want to.
I still love my job and being with all of you. Please send lots of good thoughts to the seventh floor for Thursday.
Life is good. Love You!
Yours,
Anneke
7/24/2011 - Character Building Time
Hello My Friends,
It's Sunday evening. Actually, early Monday morning. My mom always said that problems in life help build character. I've always said that's probably why I'm such a character.
Unfortunately, the second steroid shot did not work. And the pain has intensified. But I did get a list of orthopedic and neurosurgeons from my internist on Friday. And his support. He owns property in our resort so I feel I have another ally on my side. That little connection helps.
I've found that getting up early and heading to the pool to walk, swim and work out helps unstiffen me. It doesn't end the pain but it does help me move.
I am humbled by the help from my friends and my sister. We are all getting on the phone tomorrow morning and hitting the lists of physicians to see who can fix my back. I'm not giving up. I have a life I intend to live and a profession I love. It isn't a big surgery, rather a simple fix in the light of what goes on in the medical world. I just have to find someone who will do it.
I was especially humbled today when I went out for an early dinner/late lunch. I'd been doing pretty well until I sat down. Then the pain shot through me bringing tears to my eyes. Did I leave or did I tough it out? I toughed it out but it was obvious to those around me I was in distress. The servers came to help and one woman who was having dinner with her husband came to speak to me.
She asked,"you are having back problems aren't you?" I replied I was. She had had 5 discs fused and she was so sweet that I have to give thanks for her kindness. And that is what all this is about right now. Having an attitude of gratitude despite what is happening.
I will be okay eventually. I'll be back with you my beloved boys once they do a little snip snip here and there. I'll be strong again and probably so horny that you'll have to take extra vitamins when we meet.
See........I haven't given up being the naughty girl I am at all. It's just on hold for a bit.
Keep your fingers crossed that I can find that surgeon with fingers of magic this week who will accept my insurance. When you think about it, this will be quite a story by the time it's played out.
Life is still good even if I do have a big pain in my ass right now.
Love You All,
Anneke
7/22/2011 - Nashville Tour Cancelle
Hello My Darling Boys,
Just wanted to let those of you who were "on the way to" or in Nashville that I've cancelled next week's tour.
Two reasons, the first that my back problem hasn't improved and the second is that there are no pre-bookings. Everyone I've written to is out of town. There is no way I'm going to get in my car, with my back the way it is, drive all that way, go to all that pain and expense, to find out there is no business.
I'm staying home and taking care of myself. My friends are too. I've pretty much been either flat on my back this week or sitting on a hard floor. The only mattress dancing was the beginning of the week. My one highlight. My new friend and I have been trying to meet for some time. His schedule had gotten disrupted and the second time he became ill. So both times cancelled.
This third attempt was a charm and the chemistry was awe inspiring. My back didn't hurt a bit. Those blessed endorphins from all those orgasms kept me going. You were fabulous babe.
I had a steroid shot Tuesday afternoon that did not help at all. So, I'm heading for another today and hopefully this one will.
Between using the tens unit, the chirorpractor, stretching, massage, pain pills, ice, heat, you name if I've had a hell of a week trying to get better. Add no help finding a physician who will accept my insurance if I need surgery. I've had to bombard myself with positive thoughts in the face of overwhelming failure to provide for myself.
So aside from my Monday hottie the rest of the week has been all downhill except for the kindness and help of friends where I live. And...that is why I live here. They have brought food, given me massages, called to check on me and offer encouragement, hooked up the pads on my tens unit, etc. etc.
I'm off for the shot and I hope you'll keep your fingers crossed that this will help. I got up this morning and went down to the conversation pool, sat on the jet, went in the jacuzzi, then to the main pool where I did "in pool walking" and swam laps. Then back to the heat of the jacuzzi. Then the tens unit. It all helped and I'm optimistic that if I continue all the above, with the shot, I'll be doing better soon.
Correcting the problem will take time but until I can, I'd like to live without most of this pain.
Please keep me in your thoughts.
Life is good...damned challenging right now but still good.
Love Ya,
Anneke
7/17/2011 - Five Days in the Life of A Working Girl
Hi Hotties,
I'm back home in Tampa, doing my usual sitting on ice in the morning and catching up on my internet work.
It was a roller coaster ride type of week. I'd already updated you on some of what happened, beginning with the no show player on Tuesday and some romantic moments with the newest member of the harem.
It was one of those weeks where most of my friends, and I'll explain that later, were hot, hot, hot. And gorgeous. Add wonderfully, sensual accomodations, a great hotel bar restaurant, the sparkle of DC and it was a fun week.
Financially lucrative? Sorry to say no but at least the balance sheet was on the plus side. Just not a lot of pluses.
Still, those of you who run businesses know it's all about cash flow. It's when you don't have it that things are not good. Since July has a long way to go we'll see whether it's a plus or minus at the end of the month.
Tuesday evening I headed down to my restaurant bar and had a couple of Manhattans and some delicious blue crab soup. A roasted beet salad did not blow my hair back so the bartender took it back and brought a little scallop appetizer. Good stuff.
I've found that the local folks in DC are very welcoming to visitors and I introduced myself to a beautiful Asian gal. We yakked away and shared our mutual dating experiences. Lots of laughs and eye rolling prevailed.
I had been wearing a knit mini dress and when I bent down to retrieve a dropped napkin my seatmate to the left got a view of my you know what. Since I don't wear panties he had a big smile on his face. And then he moved in.
Nah...I'd had enough fun and he wasn't my type. I said goodnight and left him to my new friend. We promised we'd meet up later in the week.
Wednesday was two new hotties and lots of Lake Anneke. Gosh......I love my job.
I decided to walk to the Dirty Martini, about 1/4 of a mile away. It was recommended by the gal pal. I had one of their speciality dirty martinis and a couple of bar special appetizers. Excellent. A glass of wine with the meal and I was ready to head back and chill out for the night. The walk was good for me but I still popped the old ice on my fragile back.
Thursday was looking quiet until a gent emailed me with profuse compliments and a request to meet. I was easily able to verify his "notoriety" via Google. He had told me he was as attractive as I.
He asked that I be dressed in my best cocktail dress, stockings, heels. Right up my alley. When I opened the door and looked down at him, in gym clothes, I had to hide my shock. Only his mother could have called him attractive. But that doesn't matter to me. It's about the person, not the package, as long as the package is well groomed and respectful, I'm going to make sure we have a great time.
Immediately he asked me how old I was? I asked him if it mattered. He said no and asked me again. I said, "well you tell me." He replied, "48, no, 52." I said I'll take that. lol And he asked me to get over to the bed and kiss him. Well but of course and I hopped on the side of the bed and proceeded to smooch away.
You that know me, know I LOVE to kiss. While I'm doing so I started to raise his t-shirt. All of a sudden he says, "I just remembered, I left some papers down in the lobby." Yeah, right, un huh, sure. He grabs his sunglasses and heads out the door, saying he'll be right back.
Oh, puh-lease, this girl didn't fall off the back of a turnip truck. I knew he wouldn't return and frankly, it was okay with me. Someone who kisses like a goldfish gasping for air doesn't blow my hair back either. Donations aren't they only reason I'm in this biz.
I wrote him an email saying, "I am a grown up. If I didn't meet your expectations you could have said so. I didn't believe that story for a minute. We can't be all things for all people. Best wishes to you. Anneke." And mentally moved on. In the past, that would have devastated me. Now, it's a possible hazard of this business.
Another email popped up and it was a hottie I'd met the last time in DC. We'd been trying to get together for coffee all week. Coffee is fine even when you don't have the time or the resources for an appointment. When I'm alone on tour it's nice to have company so I agreed to meet him in the lobby.
I freshened up, donned a strapless jump suit, a cropped leopard print shrug and some platform suede coordinating heels. I added my sterling silver jewelry and the new turquoise and silver bracelt I'd purchased in Santa Fe. I just love it.
I was reading when he strolled in the lobby. I don't know how I could have forgotten how handsome he was. Suit and tie, good looks, my heart was fluttering. Apparently his was too because he quickly asked me if we could go upstairs. He went online on his phone and found the nearest atm. I helped myself to the fresh fruit punch in the lobby for the two of us and headed upstairs. A little Belvedere in each made a perfect afternoon cocktail. I love having an in room mini bar for my guests.
A knock on the door and he entered with a big smile. We quickly embraced and things went from mild to wild in a nanosecond. A quick shower break for him so that all those bits were squeaky clean. Since he was exceptionally well groomed all over it got even wilder.
We rested and bit and round two began. I wasn't in a hurry and he could head back to work on his own schedule. Both of us exploded in delight. We had some relaxing pillow talk and he suggested my earlier gent's departure was probably because I was just too much for the poor guy. It could be or as Lauren and her SO said last evening when I'd returned to Tampa, "he might have already cum and he was embarassed and cheap." Who knows?
My sexy partner left with a big smile on his face. I was smiling ear to ear too.
I had another old friend visiting at 7 so I headed down to our bar for cocktails and an early appetizer/dinner. I started to chat with a great gal from Richmond. She was enjoying DC with friends and we chattered away. In a few minutes my new friend from Tuesday joined us. Then a well known DC photographer that she knew popped next to her. He handed me one of his DC monuments photos as a souvenir and mentioned that he was going to start doing erotic work. That's when I handed him my card. I said, perhaps we could work together.
And that's DC. Lots of very interesting, well traveled, intelligent folks. I had to bid temporary adieus to entertain my friend at 7pm. I promised I'd return later and consider accompanying my friend to a French bistro for Bastille Day celebrations.
After my 7pm left I was ready to relax and chill. It was another HGTV, good book finale to my last night in DC. I couldn't imagine partying and drinking the rest of the night.
Friday I packed up and checked out late. I checked my luggage with the bell station as my flight didn't leave until 6pm. I walked across the street to experience something other than the hotel menu, albeit an excellent one. But variety is the spice of life isn't it? You gents sure know that.
By now, my lower back was aching. I headed back to our bar and my Richmond gal acquaintance was having a glass of wine. I love it when you meet someone and you just know there is a connection. I'd felt that the night before. Now, don't get all excited. Not THAT kind of connection.
A vodka started to work and my muscles relaxed. She and I conversed about life, families and all the things business women talk about. She shared she had two boys, one who died at 20. The same fate as my grandson.
There is a moment in time that is called serendipity. Now I understood why we'd made that connection at the start. We discussed how we still felt their presence from time to time and how "little things" happened that told us they were still around. You can roll your eyes all you want in disbelief but until you experience losing someone you love, you'll never understand that this does happen.
It was a very sweet and special moment as we shared what life had brought us. We didn't exchange cards. It was enough that our paths had crossed and we'd shared something unique. I wished her well.
So, muscles relaxed, nerve endings numbed I went off to the airport. It was relatively quiet at Reagan. Most folks were already out of town. But when time came for the plane to leave it was running late. I had connections in Atlanta and they were close. As we deplaned, I had 10 minutes to get to my gate. I ran, frantic to catch the next flight. It was gone and as I looked at the closed door to the gate my back gave out from the run.
All the concerns of the week and the pain overwhelmed me and I stood, leaning against the desk and wept. I was past the point of caring about looking like an hysterical fool. I got a cart to the Delta re-booking counter, swapped out my boarding pass and found to my horror, that I wasn't going home that night. I had a voucher for a new flight the next morning and another for a Motel 6. I looked at the rep and said, "you're kidding?" Tartly, she replied,"Oh no." So I asked for wheelchair assistance to the hotel shuttle area. I was having so many muscle spasms there was no way I'd ever be able to walk there. This proud Leo woman didn't care that she was dependent on help. Most of you know how big the Atlanta airport is.
Out at the shuttle, I noticed how many other folks were having to spend the night. I sure wasn't alone and I think I stopped feeling sorry for myself then.
The Motel Six shuttle arrived and our detoured group hopped on. Groaning and moaning ensued but we all knew we had to tough up. We weren't getting home that night.
We got to the door of the hotel and the line at the reception desk was out the door. This gent, who had also been at the Delta counter and I started to chat. We were going to be there a long time so we both agreed to head to Ruby Tuesday's and have a drink and some dinner instead of standing in line. The line would be gone later and I could get off my feet and relax. I had not had anything to eat since lunch. It was now 11pm. I knew if I had a drink and took some Aleve that I'd be much better.
So off we went. Nice looking guy, late forties, Southern and a gentleman of course. As we sipped our cocktails we talked about ourselves, finding every step of the way that we shared much of life's experiences. (shades of my earlier afternoon encounter) But this time, there was an attraction and it was like talking to an old friend. I liked him. He liked me and I think the stress of the day encouraged the closeness.
I found he'd been watching me while I was quietly standing and crying by the Delta counter. I honestly think that helplessness on my part increased the attraction he felt then. He said he'd noticed the attractive older woman and wished he could help me. It's rare that I allow anyone to see any helplessness in me. And I know that the appearance of my strength chases a lot of folks away.
I laughed at myself and asked him, "you were attracted to me while I'm standing there humiliating myself boohooing away?" "Yes", he replied. "You are a very beautiful woman." And he admitted, he loved big breasted older blondes.
The more we talked the more we realized we had much in common besides the physical attraction. I'm not going to get to philosophical here but I decided to seize the moment and put aside the disastrous evening and allow something good to happen.
He paid the check and we went back to the hotel. When the clerk asked, "two rooms or one?" we both said, "One."
It was a fabulous ending to a miserable night. One we both marveled at. And we took every opportunity that we could to enjoy this gift.
I'd told him what I really did for a living. He loved it. I happened to carry protection in my purse thankfully. All my luggage was gone with all the other things I have on hand. So, we loved the night away until the wee hours, he sleeping the couple of hours left and me, lying there, too over stimulated to let down and go to sleep.
At 4:30 am the alarm went off and I awakened him. We headed to the airport and baggage claim. I wanted to make sure my gate checked roller bag could be found and sent to Tampa. The gracious Delta gal found all and everything was ticketed to Tampa. Then we headed through security and grabbed some breakfast. I never did get dinner the night before. We'd shared a dessert instead.
Caffeine infused, breakfast fed I asked him if he wanted to see me off at my gate. His flight was an hour later. He said he'd like that and we spent a few more minutes talking about what might be. I kissed him goodbye and headed home. Later that day we texted that we'd had a great time. And....we had.
Would I like to see him again? Oh yes. He was a wonderful lover and a real southern gentleman. Good looking, exceptionally well groomed, well equipped and very open minded about life. And turned on by my life style and vocation.
I liked what I'd seen so far. But, if I never see him again it's still fine. Life had brought me two wonderful people in one day. It seems I needed that and someone on the seventh floor knew it.
Life good and it's really good to be home.
Your Girl,
Anneke
7/14/2011 - One More Thing and Happy Bastille Day too
My Darling Boys
I don't know how I could have forgotten this titillating tidbit for the last update.
Last DC visit I met someone special. We've stayed in touch since then and this visit we met again. He was going to be my partner in a threesome for a "friend". The guy wanted to watch.
From the start of the correspondence I was uncomfortable. He was somewhat short in his email and uncomplying in giving me info. We finally agreed that he would meet me somewhere neutral in the hotel with a business card and ID.
Still, my intuition said this guy was a player and that he probably would never show up. My new DC playmate/lover was totally gung ho about this. Me...skeptical and worried that I was involving someone else who had a career.
I had asked that he let me know the number he would be calling with. Before the encounter. True to my suspicions he did not comply. By then, my new lover had arrived and he said to me, Tell him to forget it. And I did. If someone is that disrespectful, I don't want to see them. He was the time waster I thought he was.
And we.........had ourselves a great time without him. The lights were low, the music sexy, both of us aroused and overwhelmed with the chemistry we share. I asked him if he wanted to be my DC lover. He was thrilled and he asked, "if I'm your lover that means we'll be making love not f-------." Yes, it does.
No expectations, he's attached. I'm never getting emotionally involved with someone who is again. But it was a lovely afternoon with a gorgeous younger man who also happens to be of Irish descent. And looks like he stepped out of GQ. Hey, I'm a sucker for a guy in a well cut suit and a beautiful shirt and tie.
Thank you my new lover. And to my friends from France, Happy Bastille Day.
Love and Hugs,
Anneke
7/14/2011 - DC Procrastination