6/17/2013 - Things Are Looking Up and Open in Firefox
Thought you'd like some good news for a change. The phone seems to be ringing more. And most are gentlemen. Who show up.
What a novel idea. I was explaining to my friend LuLu, that in the beginning and first 6 years of my new career, gentleman always booked well in advance. There was very little of this last minute, no information, give me a discount nonsense. It was respectful and appreciative. With the advent of the recession and a plethora of so called "providers" on Craig's List and then Backpage the scene changed.
Her comment? "I'd be sad too if I'd seen the business change like that. It's all I know."
I said to her that it's like all businesses, "whatever the market will bear."
Fortunately, there are a few of you around who respect the consummate professional who still loves what she does. And does it well.
Syracuse today after 2pm until noontime Wednesday.
Rye Brooke next week. Home in between.
MANHATTAN, July 3-7th. Yes, I hope to watch the fireworks. It's on my bucket list. Any tips on where to see them best would be appreciated.
Our little town is getting swamped with more tourists and folks from the city. Yes, we know when you are here. You come here to relax and escape from the stress of living in NYC. So here's some advice.
Slow down. Be polite. Drive courteously. Enjoy what WE have to offer instead of trying to insist we do it like you do in the city. If you don't like the way we do it here, go back home. Remember, this is why you came here in the first place. To chill. So....chill!
I had dinner at a new restaurant Saturday evening with my long time friend Mr. F. Those who are TER hobbyists know about him. All us girls adore him.
This newest addition downtown is decorated in New Orleans style. French with the opulence that N'Orleans is known for. Crystal chandeliers, dark, brocade wall coverings. Hand painted fanciful murals. Rich wood trim and back bar. A decorator's delight. It made me smile and sigh. And one of the best filets I've had in a long time. Absolutely stellar!
The owner stopped by our table and we learned this isn't his first rodeo. It shows. It has only been open a month but his experience with past ventures shows. I was amazed at the amount of time he spent chatting with us. We were dressed nicely and he complimented us. When does that ever happen?
First class but not over priced. Friendly, prompt service. That personal touch that is so rare elsewhere is everywhere here. And THAT is what makes this place special. It's classy but down to earth. Just one of the reasons why I love living here. If you want to know the name, e me or call. For those of you who live in or visit the Capital District, it's worth the drive north.
I'm all packed for Syracuse. Time to get ready and out of here. Can't wait to play there.
Life is good.
Smiles and Soft Kisses,
6/13/2013 - Happy Birthday to LuLu
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It's my friend LuLu's, www.sexyhotfriend.com birthday today. She's taking herself to a spa Sunday, smart girl that she is. Home base is Manhattan but she tours. Look her up for sure. Happy Birthday kiddo!
I'm back from the Miami trip. Yes, that's where I went. I was invited to join an old friend from my CT days. Not a client friend. He sent the ticket and I hopped on a plane to Ft. Lauderdale. Shuttle to Miami.
Several sizzling emails/pics from me and he was ready. Or so I thought. I checked in first and he arrived after a grueling 10 hour flight. Well, as grueling as first class could be.
We hugged, kissed briefly and he showered. Then we headed down for cocktails. I knew these few days were strictly fun, no strings but I did not know, as he informed me over cocktails, that he was engaged to be married. And he's now feeling guilty.
Business wise, I have no qualms about attached gentlemen. Personally, I do. I would not have gone if I had known.
I'm not going to describe how the week played out but I will say that I was NOT treated like the desirable woman I am. In fact, I hardly saw him. He was there for a conference and while I knew his time would be limited I had no idea he was going to be absent without leave. It was humbling for my poor Leo ego.
Live and learn. Another reason why I rarely date. Civilian men and women too I guess, just have this little problem about being honest. I am totally sick of the game playing and bullshit. You who know me are aware how straight forward I am. Probably too much so. In this biz, it's an asset.
In the dating world, it makes you vulnerable. I am sick of how it is and appreciate all of YOU more than you know.
I have a little incident to relate. Don't laugh at the end of it. Getting off the plane to make connections in Atlanta there were three Carmelite nuns ahead of me. All older. We chatted and I asked where they were located. Iowa was their particular convent location. They had that beauty of spirit you would expect and it was lovely to converse with them.
I thought about how peaceful it would be to have their life. To have your mission in life be taking care of others. And prayer. To have the Church take care of all your daily physical needs. And then I thought. I do, in my own way. But it's not an acceptable way in the world's eyes. I wondered if the Catholic Church would take an protestant ho in it's ranks? And then I concluded...."nah." Dream on, Anneke.
An old dear friend is on his way today. An another this weekend. They appreciate exactly who I am even if Mr.Dishonest did not. We working girls need that just as much as the civilian gals do.
Happy Father's Day to those of you here who are. And don't forget to thank you wife for making you one.
Say a prayer for my daughter. She's not far from the line of fires in Denver. I worry about her constantly as most of you know. She's had a tough, tough life.
I'm thrilled to be back home. Every time I travel somewhere else I enjoy where I am but I return home more thankful for where I live.
Home through the weekend.
Syracuse next week.
Rye Brook the end of the month.
MANHATTAN.....heading back July 3-7. It's on my bucket list to see the fireworks.
Life is good. Even with my deflated ego. :-)
Hugs and Kisses,
6/08/2013 - Florida Bound
I'm almost all packed. Trying to keep that suitcase weight under 50. It's a challenge with all those shoes.
I probably will not bring my computer. The Iphon will have to do until I return Wednesday evening. I really want to get away from everything and relax and ponder life in the free time that I will have.
I'm meeting an old friend. He'll be busy part of each day so I'll have time on my own.
Sun, ocean, warm weather, sexy Miami music, sexy but elegant clothes and a hot younger guy. It's my plan to read a book and work on my tan. Hit the gym, eat healthy and generally do NOTHING. I need it.
The stress of life is getting to me. You ALL know what that is. And I don't have anyone else dependent upon me as most of you do.
I never realized the responsibilities men carry on their shoulders as husbands and fathers until I became a single woman and had to provide for myself. It was a sobering reality. How you decide to go from single and carefree to taking on the support of a wife, home, family is amazing. I commend you for being responsible for your families.
So I'm escaping from them for a few days. I know the change of venue will be good for me and I'll return home thankful for what I have and where I am in life.
After all, it is good.
While I'm away if you can't be good, be good at it.
Love and Hugs,
6/06/2013 - Back Home and Backpage
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Boston was okay. Everyone wanted to meet me at the same time. Since I'm only one person that resulted in hours sitting around only to have requests from the same hour. At least the phone was ringing a lot.
Frustrating. So, I threw in the towel and cancelled Farmington, AGAIN, and headed home. Hartford area....I won't be back. You don't show up as requested.
I needed a dose of family so I took an hour and a half detour and went to see Sis and Son. I needed a hug and a laugh.
After a brief visit I headed north. There's an old hotel in town that I pass every day. I've never stopped in but last night it called to me. I parked the car and entered with intentions of a quiet cocktail. To my surprise and delight, two guys were playing guitar and singing in the bar.
And they were good. Old classy Victorian hotel. Good music and a couple of lagers. El Cheapo and ambiance. What a treat that was after 5 hours plus in the car.
A little TV and I crashed. I slept until almost 9am. I must have needed it.
While I was away my good friend Kelly, formerly known as Wild West Kelly texted me to tell me that a Long Island friend had alerted her to a huge bust there. I've provided the link to the Daily News article. Scroll down after you read it. Great comments and information by Normaja.
Of course they used Backpage. And all the guys arrested have their pictures and names posted. It's bad enough they were humiliated. Now their families are also. Do I need to say anything more?
I've had a come to Jesus moment this week. This business is hurting. Our economy isn't improving. Oh, maybe in tiny spurts but then the latest disaster, crises, political scandal sends it and you in a tailspin again. The Chamber of Commerce admits it rallies in spurts. All they had to do was ask me. I could have told them the same.
So, swallowing my pride I've lowered my donations greatly. And am offering INCALL for those who will be thoroughly screened and are willing to make the drive. Solid references, provider and/or business. Or date-check, p411, etc. I have to pay the bills and so do you.
Hopefully it's a win/win for both of us. You get a break. I make a living. The other business won't provide for me for a long time yet.
I REFUSE to advertise on Backpage. Every time I have a weak moment I think about it and then I google busts and stings and guess who comes up? If I could kick myself in the ass for thinking about it in the first place I would. And I'd like to kick YOU for going there too. So, I will continue to advertise on the better sites that I always have. And post on the erotic review. Even at this reduced donation.
Jim is still on the road so I can't change the donations on my website. Just go to my Albany www.eros.com ad. You'll see them there.
Hopefully, you'll take advantage of this.
Boston, while not fabulous was great fun. I reconnected with three returning lovers. Hot, hot, hot and I needed every last towel in the room. Off to Greece we went and Lake Anneke was overflowing it's banks left and right. One new hottie was a thoroughbred racing aficionado and we had a great chat in the pillow talk time. Hopefully I'll see him at the Traver's Stakes.
Can't WAIT for the racing season to begin. You can't imagine what fun it is.
Beautiful ladies dressed to the nines. All the excitement of the beautiful thoroughbreds pounding down the track. Live music everywhere after and people from all over the world.
It's a class act and it's crazy. This is the one time of the year that I'll let my hair down out in public. That's because someone I meet probably won't be from here. And there's no one around to gossip about it in town.
If you love the track and want to spend a day here, it's affordable and fun. And we get to play. Nothing gets my juices going as much as a day at the races. Well, maybe a FEW other things.
Heading to South Florida Sunday through next Wednesday. I'll be available until then and after I return.
I'm going out to garden now and then to the gym. Life is good.
Your Still VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
5/31/2013 - Journal Access Use Firefox
I've been having some problems reading my journal posts since the new server was installed. I double check things this way. I wondered if you were also since I hadn't heard anything. Today one of my Florida friends called to congratulate me on my 10 years of being self-employed. I asked him what are you talking about and he mentioned that LinkedIn had sent a message to him from me. Well, I sure didn't send it. But, yes it's 10 years now. Am I over the hill? I don't feel like it but only YOU can tell me that.
Long story short. He's been having trouble seeing the journal at all. I called the hosting company as I have two issues. This is one of them. The tech had no trouble seeing it with Firefox. But while we were discussing the other issue he logged in with Internet Explorer. Voila! There's a developmental issue that Jim will have to fix. Or whoever my new webmaster is if I can ever find one.
So....if you too are experiencing this, please use Mozilla Firefox until it's repaired. A lot to ask I know. My apologies.
The other issue is for new members for www.annekexposed.com. Since we converted to the new server new members to Xposed are getting screwed. And not literally. Apparently they join, pay, set up their user name/password and then cannot log into the site. NO access.
Well, this is AWFUL. Not only are you getting gipped you are in a state that needs to be relieved and I can't help you. I've got them working on it again. And have sent the necessary info for them to contact the company that takes your money. I will stay on top of this if not you. If we can't resolve it and soon, send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org and I'll refund your money. Fortunately, all who have called only paid 4.99 for the very short membership.
Today and all this weekend, there's a donation consideration. 50 off each hour. If we've met, just give me a call. If we have not, please complete the appointment page here. I'm seriously considering extending it for my Woburn/Boston tour. I need to work. And you need a break $$$ wise. I'd like to know who is benefitting from this so called economic recovery. It sure isn't me and a lot of the girls I know.
The "other" business is putzing along slowly. The problem is it takes money to make money and I don't have the necessary capital to do it justice. But I do have my legs and my voice. So, I bring my business cards with me and tell all I meet. When the cash flow resumes, and it will, I'll be able to invest in getting it off the ground in the proper manner. Anyone want to invest? Just kidding. If I were selling lingerie and dildos I'll bet you'd be lined up. lol
Hot, hot, hot here. How hot? Air conditioning on hot. There was snow on Whiteface Mountain over last weekend. 40 inches worth. A tornado warning here Wednesday. One actually touched down. Now it's in the 90's. What in the world is happening?
So my walks, biking and weights are at the gym. I can do yoga indoors at home. It's just too hot. But my flowers sure love it. On second thought, a frozen yogurt downtown this afternoon sure sounds tempting.
I need lots of hugging, kissing and more. This slow down is not good for my libido. There's only so much porn I can watch and taking matters into my own hands is no substitute for skin on skin. Come on boys.....pick up that phone. I'm needing some.
Still, life is good. At least I still need it and want it. A lot!
I hope to see you in Upstate NY or the Boston area next week.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
5/28/2013 - Remembering Our Heroes
I hope your long Memorial Day weekend was one filled with rest, relaxation and remembrances of the true meaning of this "holiday." It always seems a little sacrilegious making a holiday out of a time when we honor those who have given their lives for freedom.
Our parade fell on a weekday evening, in the pouring rain and cold. I did not attend. Instead, I paid my honors at my father's grave on Sunday. He reached basic training where he incurred an injury that discharged him. During those WW2 years a young man not in the service was looked down upon. But his injuries affected him all his life and were one of the causes of his death in his early sixties. I'd say he served his country.
A tasteful bouquet of real blue, red and white flowers and a flag adorn his marker. He and my Mom are buried side by side. There were two red roses in the arrangement. One for each of them. She helped in the war effort too, working in a plant that supplied weapons for the Armed Forces.
As you know, I stop there often. When I'd visit Upstate NY from my Florida address Sis and I would go to their graves to leave flowers. Now I'm close and consider it an honor to be able to do that often. I know there are not there but rather with me day to day. So I talk to them on the drive down. Yes, I watch Long Island Medium. lol I do believe that our loved ones watch us. And that is a comfort to me.
Okay enough maudlin stuff. Unfortunately, for your prurient edification I don't have much to offer this week. It was a quiet week as I expected with the "holiday" approaching. Hopefully all those pent up desires will need to be fulfilled THIS week.
Next week I head to the Boston area. Woburn this time and then on to Farmington. The next week I'm having a little vacation to someplace warm. Meeting someone I met years ago in Connecticut. I'm sure lots of naughty fun will occur. At least I hope so.
The weekend was cold and dreary until yesterday. And so I made the obligatory trip to Home Depot for more plants and worked in my gardens for about an hour. Then, headed downtown to see what was up. Even with the lousy weather, downtown was busy over the weekend. Now, with the warm weather and the sun beaming over us, the streets were full.
It felt great to sit in the sun on a bench and watch the world go by. Bikers, families with strollers, college kids and young folks who had been in town for DMB, (Dave Matthews Band for those who don't know) enjoyed our little town. I had thought about snatching a lawn seat Sunday evening but when I heard the tickets were going for $85 I said nay, nay. I'll listen to his CD's instead. I've seen him live 3 times in the past.
One most memorable event was in NYC several years ago. A client and I bartered. Don't get your hopes up. It doesn't happen hardly ever. lol He had two tickets for DMB at Roseland. I think I've told this story here before so I'll shorten the version. Before the concert I stopped for dinner at a close by the venue restaurant. The owner asked why I was in town, blah, blah, blah, concert, etc. Charming, Northern Italian mature guy. After relating my story and having dinner he called me over to introduce me to Mr. Rosen. Owner of Roseland. Mr. Rosen asked to see my ticket. He took a look and pronounced it was valid, asked for my name, and on a piece of paper wrote me a VIP pass for me and my client, who I was to meet there.
Wow, I thought. I waited in the lobby for my client friend. But, young boy that he was, he chickened out. So, up the stairs I went to the VIP area and watched Dave and the band tape their show for AOL. It's one of those quintessential NY stores. Lucky me. Silly him as in his embarrassment of being seen with an older woman he'd missed a golden opportunity. Oh well.
You can always be my "nephew" in public. Life is good. And I'm going to enjoy mine this week. Come join me.
Hugs and Kisses,
5/20/2013 - I Love This Time of Year
It's Saturday morning and I've already had my coffee, protein shake and done the garage sale circuit. I've found all kinds of neat neighborhoods, met some lovely folks and come home with a few treasures already. It's only 10 am. Oh and stopped at a local nursery for pink geraniums.
Oh YAWN Anneke you say. I'd rather be reading titillating tomes right now. Hang on. I'll get to that later.
I had a little visit to Parsippany this week. Pre-bookings, old friends called and then....disappeared. Thankfully not all so it was worth the 7 hours in the car both ways.
I love it when they ask, when are you coming back? Well, show up and I will. It's tough to keep positive when that happens. But I do. Thursday evening made it worth while.
One young lad has been trying to meet me for years. He's an Anneke Adult Actress fan. Initially he wanted to film. I don't do that when one has no experience and we've never met. I've found it's a scam for a freebie.
He was in Delaware. That's a hike. Still, I made it clear that this was a date that he had to reserve. Not a social call. But I gave him a consideration for the gas he had to spend and the travel time.
A little late due to traffic but he kept me apprised. He knocked on my door, young, adorable and eager. And nervous. We chatted a while and then the make out began. The boy had talent. Eventually I suggested we get more comfortable and we headed to the boudoir.
HE loves older women. Always has. He can't tell you why. It's just hard wired into his genes. Lucky for me. Fortunately, his youth didn't mean inexperience and we were off to the races.
Ah youth. A covered round one and we relaxed. Chatting about life and how we got to where we both were. After a respite I asked if he was up for round two. I'd already found he was open to experimenting and when I mentioned I thought he was a bit subbie he said, "Oh, I can be very subbie." We'd already mentioned a strap on. I showed him the choices and while he was no virgin to that kind of play he'd never experienced someone wearing one.
I gently prepared him. I have no desire to inflict pain, only pleasure. He told me he was feeling good and was ready for the strap on. I choose my smallest, a long ago purchase in Ireland. Covered it, lubed it and he well and gently began.
Years ago when I first experienced this in my swinger dating years I realized the power men must experience as they mount a woman. Then it was my turn to find out what that is like. I found I like it. Even more so when it makes my partner crazy. Since I'm not a domme, but a sensualist, it's always my partner's choice, not mine. But those who love it, truly love it.
If you've seen the last filming on Annekexposed it is a tutorial on strap-ons. I DO have a variety of sizes, shapes and materials. From soft, life like silicon to decorative glass ones. I smile when I think of the fun I've had with them over the years.
Back to the naughtiness. Taking him gently, I reached around to stroke his rock hardness. I could hear him moaning and soon he said, "I'm cumming." Totally spent and collapsed on the bed I brought a hot, wet towel to neaten him up.
Yes, he was young. Yes our lives are very different and life's experiences and inexperience makes anything more impractical. But there WAS something that connected despite that gap in years. I've learned to follow my instincts so we will meet again. Just as you enjoy youthful perfection at times. So do I. We'll see what life brings.
Time to get back to the real world. Planting geraniums and getting my son back to his honey do list. I picked him up on the way back.
Years ago, when I was first dating I'd met someone out and about and brought him home. A wild night ensued and the next morning when he'd left, he'd also left all his jewelry behind.
It was Thanksgiving Day and my son and friends were at my new apartment for dinner. Mr. Young Hottie came by to collect his jewelry. I introduced him to my son and my son jokingly said, "does he shave yet mom?" I said, "just barely." We laughed. I'm fortunate to have children who are open minded and accept their whacky mother just as she is.
Kinky people can be good folks too. We just can't be vanilla all the time.
Life is good isn't it? Doing something out of the box. It won't kill you. Especially if no one else knows about it. It's my opinion it's healthy to have an alter ego. A place in your mind that NO one else knows about. Keeps MY sanity.
Enjoy this glorious spring weekend. I know I will.
Love and Hugs,
5/11.2013 - All Is Quiet on the Eastern Front
It's been a gorgeous but quiet week. I've kept myself busy French painting my recent furniture purchases and going to the gym. A little gardening and roaming the back roads too. I have my father and my grandfather's genes. They both loved going for rides in the countryside.
The armoire and the headboard are done. Now I'm looking for vintage hardware handles for the armoire. That was one of my country rode trips up route 4 through Ft. Edward and Ft. Ann. Not the most prosperous places but still a beautiful ride. The old lilacs are popping out everywhere and the smell is heavenly!
Thursday I headed to Albany to meet and spend the day with my Sis. She needed to look for some household items and then we wanted to head to Washington Park in Albany to see the tulips. The yearly Tulip Festival is a big deal for the city. The apple/crabapple/dogwood trees were in full bloom too and added to the gorgeous tulip beds, it was a beautiful sight.
We're both gardeners and we often do garden tours. She's almost a master gardener and I've learned a lot from her. My little backyard garden is starting to pop up. It's on the shady side of the yard to the hostas and other perennials come up late.
I've been fortunate enough to be in the Netherlands at tulip time and visited the world famous Keukenhof gardens. Albany was a miniature reminder of that glorious vacation with Lauren and beau. After a zillion photos we sat on a park bench and watched the characters of the world go by. We're terrible catty gossips and we laughed to ourselves as life presented itself to us. Of course we were wondering who was gossiping about us. lol
Onward to a Doctor's appointment for her. Me to a local salvage/antique shop for the new crystals for my soon to be dining area chandelier. I bought big fat lead crystals and crystal chains to bling my bargain fixture up. It's being rewired and hopefully, next week, after my NJ tour, my son will swag it up for me.
There's not much left to do around the house but I still love going on Craig's list to find out where all the garage/yard sales are each weekend. It's been fun in the lovely spring weather to get out and meet people and just possibly scoop a bargain or two. I've found all kinds of unknown and beautiful neighborhoods so it's an adventure. And it's just possible I'll flip what I've picked up and fixed up down the road.
Today I found a vintage Moet aluminum and brass champagne bucket with matching etched glasses. Then it was exploring the back roads, visiting the newly opened farm stands and having steamers at a local bar/restaurant. $6 for two dozen and $3 for a Stella. Where can you find that?
So I just might not get to the weights today. The gym will be there tomorrow.
But I sure do need a little sumpthin', sumphin' and hope I won't have to wait until NJ to get some. I'll be in the Morristown/Parsippany area Wednesday through Friday noon this upcoming week. I AM pre-booking boys. Hint, hint!!!
I was perusing another provider's website journal today and she was musing about now being in her 40's. Hadn't she just been nineteen? I laughed as I read her comments. Oh to be 40 and know what I know now. But life isn't like that. We have to live it to learn it. And you know what? That's a good thing.
Come play with me. I may have a trick or two up my sleeve to share. Life IS good.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
5/04/2013 - Junking and the Kentucky Derby
NO! That title isn't about you. Weekends are garage/yard sale trips for me. As I'm launching a biz that relates to the design world I'm always out shopping for steals when the "season to sell" starts.
Last week I found a great chandelier. It needs a swag light kit and more crystals but for $25, a little electrical work and a trip to the salvage store in Albany for big, fat, sparkly crystals I'll have a glittery French style chandelier for a fraction of the cost. Plus I'll have a dimmer put on it so the "sensual mood" can be achieved when needed.
It's been absolutely glorious weather the past 4 days. Spring has finally arrived and everything is in bloom here in Upstate NY. The leaves are really popping out on the trees and it's Tulip Time! From now until Fall the weather can't be beat. Now if we could just do something about that long, gray winter.
I know, head south right after Christmas and don't return until April. Oh that I wish that were possible. I'll just have to start manifesting it in my thoughts. Or that's what LuLu would tell me. Oh how I wish that would work!
I hopped on Craig's list last night for the sale locations. Alarm went off at 8am, coffee, protein shake, gym clothes on and I was out the door. The first place I hit was the bonanza. It was a renovated into apartments Victorian home the other side of town. It seems the tenants were divesting themselves of unneeded items.
It was supposed to start at nine but the early birds were already picking. My heart sunk but over in the corner by the stairs I spotted a open work carved French style fruitwood headboard. Ah Ha! $25. With some paint I'd have what I've been searching for the past year. Only thing, it wouldn't fit into the trunk of my car. I gave them my card and they set it aside until I could arrange to pick it up. I left.
I texted someone to see if I could borrow their SUV. Out of town until tomorrow. The headboard was part of a set they were willing to break up. I rethought things. I still needed a sideboard for the dining area and the whole set was going for $150. I headed to the bank and returned to the sale. I asked if I could see the rest of the set. The landlord's daughter cheerily offered to take me to the storage shed where it was housed.
She hopped in my car and we cruised around our beautiful little city. The shed was unlocked so we were able to peek in. Luck was with me. The triple dresser was not too long for my space and the armoire could house my flat screen and components. New hardware and paint would transform the rest into the look of France.
Back at the sale, one of the participant's sons' would deliver all the furniture. Headboard, mirror, two dressers for $20. Hopefully this afternoon, if not tomorrow.
I'm heading to OTB, off track betting for those of you who are not New Yorker's, in Albany this afternoon. It's Derby Day folks. Since I'm meeting Sis and beau for the 4 Canadian Tenor's Concert at the Palace in Albany tonight I can't attend any of the myriad Derby parties here. So I'll head to OTB for a cocktail, a bet and to watch the race. I'll leave my hat at home. There's plenty of opportunities for hat wearing this summer.
Last evening I joined Sara Charles of Albany and our mutual friend for dinner. After we sat around a fire pit and he said these three guys were pointing and giggling. At me. I guess I was recognized. Oh for pity's sake, grow up.
Thus far it's been a fabulous weekend. What would make it complete would be a little sumpthin', sumpthin' tomorrow. I'm needing a good O or two or more.
How was Rochester? Nice drive, nice room, but slow. I cut the trip short by a day. Sure as shooting as soon as I left the phone started ringing. Boys.......plan ahead. These days I don't sit around in a hotel room hoping I'll have friends visiting. I go home. Plus I missed opportunities at home. Which seem to be popping up the longer I'm in the Capital District.
It takes time for folks to realize you are in any area. (Despite advertising like crazy.)
If I put an ad up on Backpage it would be known. You all know how I feel about that. Plus, I have it on GOOD authority Albany County you know who is back to their old tricks. STAY OFF that site. I surfed last night and there were 80 ads for May 3rd alone. Most all 19-22. Pimps writing the ads for sure and I know also LE. Buyer beware
For giggles I looked at the personals in the Albany area. I was astounded at the 100 plus ads for M4M from 3pm in the afternoon until 1am Saturday morning. All looking for bj's and more with another guy. Most were bisexual. I'll bet their wives or girlfriends would appreciate knowing about their risky behavior. They were all willing to go to a stranger's house to get what they needed.
Naturally the W4M only had a few gals. We seem to be more conscious of safety. Of course the blood doesn't run from our head to the nether regions and render us brainless like it does you. Hey, the truth hurts.
I'm "in residence" until I head to Westchester/Morristown the week of May 13th. That is if there are pre-bookings. I'm not willing to leave my lovely nest on a wing and a prayer any longer. Years ago I would have been booked before I left home. Even with cancellations I still would have been booked after I arrived.
Just ask us if the economy is doing any better. We're the canary in the coal mine. It still sucks.
But life is still very good and I'm loving each and every day of it. I could be working at Walmart. (NOT!) Come see me old friends.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
4/21/2013 - What A Week
Hello My Darling Boys,
I'm back in the comfort and safety of my own little nest. I left the city around 11 am yesterday morning, stopped in Kingston to see Sis and Son and then pulled into my parking space around 5ish.
The city was quiet this week. I think everyone, everywhere was shell shocked and naughtiness was not on so many minds as usual. I can hardly complain that I came home with very little more than I left with after expenses. I still have my legs and my life. I feel blessed but am heartsick about Boston.
An overnight friend Tuesday had been at the finish line two hours before the bombing. Thankfully business took him elsewhere in time. After a wonderful Italian dinner we escaped the thought of what could have been in friendly lust.
I'm not used to having a sleeping partner so it was a lovely diversion for me. A little morning delight, breakfast and he was on his way back to Boston, me to NYC. I think we'll be doing this on a regular basis. Fun!
I had thought I'd do some touristy things in the city this week but Boston changed those plans. No landmarks or Big Bus tours this time around. And the Big Buses were 1/3 full. Apparently everyone else had the same concerns. Some terrorist with a backpack and a bomb on a bus full of unsuspecting tourists. But, by Saturday morning and the end of the nightmare, folks were back on the buses.
Time on my hands, I walked the East side, hit the gym, read a book and enjoyed NYC's cuisine. Midtown East and 2nd Avenue is a great and inexpensive place to dine.
But Thursday evening I decided to go upscale and visit the Waldorf Astoria. I wanted a BIG martini and maybe a chicken Caesar salad even though I knew it would cost a princely amount. Thursday evening is party night in NYC. The bar would be full of interesting folks.
Stumbling into the bar, (I missed a step down and thankfully didn't humiliate myself by falling on my face) I found a spot to stand. Not a seat to be had. And no hope of getting one until someone left. Men don't give up their seats for women any more. Why should they? We're liberated. (Don't get me going again on that.)
Eventually some folks left and the gent to my left moved over so I could sit down. It seems he'd been peeking out of the corner of his eye at me. Of course, since I was standing, Trixie and Boom Boom were front and center. I thought he was with two women. Turns out, they were tourists and he had been in conversation and felt it would be rude to turn and speak with me.
I won't belabor this. He was a delightful contemporary who made me laugh. We wound up having cocktails, dinner, after dinner drinks and fabulous conversation. We've been in touch since. Will that continue? I don't know but I hope so. He was a rare one. Single, no kids, successful, intelligent and a great wit. Easy on the eyes and in good shape for a mature man. We'll see.
So the week wasn't a total disaster for me. But unfortunately it was for too many. Boston, Texas, earthquakes in China, sadness all over the world. Which reinforces my motto; life is not a dress rehearsal. When it is good, celebrate it. When it is not, be strong. Just like you were Boston. I'm proud of you and you will continue to be in my prayers. And...I'll see you this week. NOT in Back Bay. You know who is still all over that area.(For once, I'm very thankful for you know who.)
Life is good. Enjoy the one you have today.
Love and Hugs,
4/16/2013 - Boston and Friends
I'm having my morning coffee, watching the horrible news from Boston. I'm hoping and praying that none of my boys or their families were injured in that horrible act of terror.
I've already heard from one and by a stroke of fate, folks he knew who were going to be at the finish line, could not go. Nor was his brother, who was in the race, hurt in any way.
I've been touring Boston for 10 years now. It's one of my favorite cities and my friends there are amongst my favorite folks. That area of Back Bay is very close to where I always stay.
I lived in New Hampshire for 5 1/2 years so Boston and I have a long history. This all is way too close to home. I feel sad and sick and want those of you who read this journal and who live in the Boston area to know that my heartfelt sympathies are with you.
I head to Manhattan tomorrow morning. Security has been heightened all over the city. Landmarks, prominent hotels, etc are ramping up their vigilance. What a world we live in. I will keep my eyes open as I make my way in the city.
All a reminder to each of us that life is precious and that we need to cherish each and every day we are given. AND.... to be kind to those around us.
Boston friends, please check in and let me know you are okay. Be safe out there and I will be also.
4/09/2013 - Dangerous Escorts
I felt compelled to relate this story. A friend of mine went to Chicago last week on tour. She texted me in a panic on Sunday afternoon. Scared to death. Could she call?
I was driving but I pulled off the road and replied to her text. Call now!
In the previous 36 hours she had been fielding continuous phone calls from who she suspected was Chicago LE. Several different phone numbers, local and out of state were used.
Unknowingly, she verified one through employment. He was a fire fighter. When he finally got to her door he made an excuse and said he had to get back home. He'd call later. When she told me what his profession was I replied, "he's working with them."
She changed rooms. The calls continued and she finally realized she was being stalked. "What should she do?"
I told her to get out of town. She said to book a flight that afternoon was 3 times as expensive as the one she had booked in. I told her, "being arrested would be a lot more costly." But I suggested she check out, she'd already switched hotels once, and go to another hotel until she could book a more reasonable flight.
She just wasn't thinking straight and fear does that. The call and my continued help and support calmed her down and she subsequently was able to find a flight home that evening. A couple of stiff drinks at the airport and an escape to home started to calm her shattered nerves.
She texted me when she arrived home but she was a mess. She thanked me again for my calm approach. Hell, it's easy when you're not in the middle of being scared to death yourself.
She's okay and realizes she needs to stay at home where she has business and stay away from Chicago. For those of you who don't know, the Chicago Police Department has their own "fake business" website. So if a gal verifies through it and their switchboard she is talking to a cop. They get a lot of girls that way. And Backpage is a gold mine for them.
Another friend who was busted there over a year ago had to go to their "Unhooked" class to reduce the charges and eventually expunge her arrest record. It's offered by a Christian organization of ex-call girls. The class was full of very young girls in Loboutin high heels and carrying Louis Vuitton handbags. None had screened so it was like shooting fish in a barrel. She took some of them aside and gave them tips on how not to get busted. The teachers in the class knew my friend wasn't a stupid young girl. She just had been ignorant of who the website belonged to. She's not now.
It's not smart to use a work reference there unless the gent is a CEO of a Fortune 500 company. RS2K works best as well as other verification sites. The boys in blue are getting very smart.
All this trouble for a bunch of dangerous providers. Chicago has the highest murder rate in the US of A and they have time to bother busting independent providers? It seems to me their resources would be better served to society by solving the big problems the have South Chicago.
I understand the need to stop the slave trade. And I support it. But a grown up independent provider isn't being exploited. Most all have been or still are professional business women who want to supplement their income. And who love being sexual.
I'll NEVER understand why our tax resources are being used to prosecute a victimless crime. I'll never understand why it's okay to date a gal, pay for dinner, an evening out, etc. when the end goal is to get her in bed. (You know that's why you date, who's kidding who.) BUT if you just hand her the money up front, it's illegal.
We are a screwed up society in this country. The so called do good people need to mind their own business. Escorts don't end marriages. We SAVE them. If I had a nickel for every gent who says, "I love my wife. I just can't handle NO SEX for the rest of my life" I would be a wealthy woman. Providers solve that problem and send them home. No strings, no messy affairs, so long.
LE and the Federal Government need to use their resources wisely. Prosecute the pimps and the drug dealers who force these girls into prostitution. Make a dent in the global slave trade. It's disgusting and wrong and inhuman. And boys, Backpage is FULL of it.
But no, it takes more work than sitting behind a computer, eating a donut, scrolling through Eros and trying to entrap an independent, classy mature woman for offering a happy ending. What a joke. I have NO respect for this type of law enforcement. It's a waste of time.
I have a motto; CONSENTING ADULTS! If someone is drug addicted, kidnapped and/or underage they are not consenting. For those in this business who are safe and clean business women, leave it alone. And leave the guys who are respectful alone too. It's my opinion the divorce rate will go up if you try to end this service. It's not going to happen. It's the oldest profess in for a reason. It's needed.
My heritage is Dutch and most of you probably know that prostitution has been legal in Holland/the Netherlands for over 700 years. Why? Because they are a degenerate society? No. Actually the Dutch are a very conservative people. It's legal because they are a tolerant Libertarian society that believes that it's part of life. And so they legalized it and control it through registration and government regulations.
Would that ever happen here? Probably not for a long time yet. The famed attorney Alan Dershowitz commented that it would take another 20 years. That statement after our former NY governor resigned for his transgressions. He's probably right. The hypocrites in our society won't allow it yet.
I am hopeful that someday sooner it will happen. Even if it doesn't, life is still good.
Be careful out there boys.
Love and Hugs,
4/01/2013 - Sex Worker or Therapist
Hello My Friends,
Happy April 1st. This isn't an April Fool's prank. Too many of those turn out to be cruel. I don't get a kick out of making people feel foolish.
I was updating my Twitter profile today, Annekenordstrum in case you are interested, and came across a tweet from a group of sex workers who have a website called www.titsandsass.com "Tits and Sass is a group blog run by sex workers who saw a void when it came to witty commentary on the public image of our industry. The ideas promoted about us in the public eye have an impact on the realities of our lives as sex workers every bit as strong as the law, so we’re not letting any more dead hooker or stripper bones jokes pass by without comment" Take a peek at this. Lots of interesting articles for fun and seriousness.
You know how one link can lead to another and there was this article from Psychology Tomorrow I recommend you read.
It was refreshing to read something that didn't demonize us for a change. Of course, those of us who really care about our service understand what offer truly IS a service. For those of you who have never looked at escorts as therapists you might want to take a look.
On an entirely different note, I had a lovely Easter with Sis and family. She did a gorgeous ham, fresh mushrooms, roasted asparagas and I added my part with Julia Child's gratineed potatoes recipe. After cocktails, wine with dinner and Sis's homemade lemon pound cake we all collapsed in front of the television. I spent the night and got back home this afternoon.
I've spent the afternoon putting together wardrobe for this week's Boston/Waltham tour and the photo shoot on Friday afternoon. Then a long yoga session at home. Tonight, I have a "date." Whoohoo!
Not much else to share. All the snow is gone in my yard and the sun is shining. Life is good.
Hugs and Kisses,
PS...my new hairdo is on my Eros thumbnail.
3/23/2013 - So Where is Spring
Hello My Darling Boys,
I know a question should end with a question mark but I cannot use punctuation in the title line. Or in my calendar for that matter. It's the screwy way this site was built. So, I'm not ignorant, just not able.
One note; apparently there are still problems in the migration from the old server to the new one. I am going to contact my hosting company again about members being unable to log in to www.annekexposed.com Not cool, having paid for a membership and not being able to use it. My apologies and I am working on a resolution to the problem. Soon!
It's a partly cloudy, chilly day here in my little town. 25 to be exact. I don't mind as long as the sun is out and the streets are clear. I have to walk to my hair salon today. Parking downtown is tougher on the weekends. It's a tourist destination and they head here in droves on the weekends. Plus we're having Restaurant Week so traffic has increased even more.
NOT complaining. There's always something to do here. One of the reasons I love this place.
So....what am I doing at the hair salon? Wait and see. A bit of a hair style change. I've been letting it grow longer and gotten rid of the all over platinum blonde. Now it's a mixture of blondes with some of my natural darker blonde too. It's softer. Plus I was sick of the old look.
We Leo's like change. Hair, makeup, fashion, etc. It's my opinion that nothing dates a woman more than an outdated hairdo and makeup. Heaven forbid that I should look the age I am.
It's a fine line between looking ridiculous and classy sexy. One has to be realistic and enhance the good points in an elegant manner. There's nothing sillier than an older chick dressing like a teenager.
Except at the nudist resort. There it just doesn't matter. We're all dressed like sluts.
That just wouldn't compute here at all. Nor would I want it too. It's fun having that escape from reality once in a while.
Now I'm back to reality and it feels just fine. Vanilla isn't a dirty word. Besides, I do get the opportunity to be naughty and non-vanilla all the time. There is a time and place for everything.
SOMETHING NEW THIS UPCOMING WEEK! I'll be hosting an INCALL FOR ALL in the Albany area. What in the world does that mean? It means that I will be in a very nice hotel, just north of Albany, with an incall opportunity for you. I do not see new friends at my private incall. Only p411, date-check and old friends may visit there.
So if you want to become a new friend this is a good time to fill out the appointment page and get verified. I'll be there after 2pm on Wednesday the 27th until noontime on the 29th. It will be very easy access from the Capital District. Just a few miles north.
Old friends, you are more than welcome to visit there also. I'll have the room all sexy for ya'.
Sis and her S O are heading up today and we're going to take advantage of Restaurant Week. I haven't seen her since I left on the 18th of February. I miss her and it will be good to hear her infectious laugh again. We are loud when we are together but we do have fun.
I'm still deciding whether to relate one of my DC escapades. It was one of those moments that might give you the impression that they happen all the time. And they never have. I'm thinking on it but it WAS hilarious and funny.
It was a great tour there. Much like the old days in this biz. The days when you could visit for a week and it was very worth my while. Actually, DC has never been that good before. I had more dates than I could handle. Will I go back? Not too soon because while I hope this was a harbinger of an improving economy DC has always been iffy for me.
Absence does make the heart grow fonder sometimes. And not too many other mature gals in town at the same time.
One definite bonus. There was a fireman's convention at my DC hotel.
Life is good.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
3/16/2013 - It Is Saturday So It Must Be Raleigh
Yes, it's sort of becoming like that. Where am I and what day is it?
Be prepared. THIS is a LONG entry.
I left home February 18th. I've visited Baltimore/BWI, Richmond, Fayetteville, Charlotte, Jacksonville, Tampa, Orlando, Ft. Lauderdale, Naples, back to Tampa, Daytona, Savannah and now Raleigh. Next it's DC, Binghamton and finally home March 20th.
It's been a long and mixed bag of adventures. Always interesting even when it's boring. It was great to see the progression from winter to spring in Florida. Although the temperature was below normal for Florida during most of my stay it was a far cry from the 3 above I left. Still, very little suntanning. :-(
But LOTS of adventures.
My last entry detailed the March 29th party at Lauren's and our Fantasy room episode. Since then I've visited with friends in Orlando over night. This is one of those wonderful stories that providers dream about. He, a former hobbyist meets a new love, a provider. Fast forward, they married almost a year ago. She is retired now from this biz. Add in another provider friend and it was a hilarious evening recounting provider tales that no one else but we can understand. No names of course.
It's always fun to talk shop in our profession. Her long suffering husband just sat back and smiled. He'd been there and now he was getting a kick out of hearing us share. Something we gals need to do because let's face it, our job is a challenging one. Especially if we do it well.
We had breakfast the next morning and I headed to Ft. Lauderdale. I have bittersweet memories there. I was married when I lived in Lauderdale and then divorced. Happily I will add. I had my very first apartment on my own and it was thrilling to be free and living on the intercoastal. Broke but fun.
I had booked a hotel close to the Interstate and had some dates planned. In the end, it was so so. But I enjoyed bopping around Lauderdale, seeing old haunts and having lunch at Skyline Chili on US1. That is until I dropped my Iphon in the pedicure bath. ARGH!
On to Naples. I'd had several dates lined up, multiple hours and every single one of them cancelled. But I had decided to view this as vacation time. The hotel was lovely and while biz was sparse I have to highlight one particular event.
It was Friday evening and the phone rang. A friendly, respectful gent had called to make a date. Necessary info obtained, we planned a time to meet. When he knocked on my door I peeked out. Oh, cute!
I let him in and gave him a warm embrace. We chatted a bit while I softly stroked his arm and leg. The next thing you know clothes were scattered everywhere and we were naked in bed. I'm not going into the juicy details but I will tell you he received The Thunder Boomer of the Month Award. He was a linguist par excellance and I gladly returned the favor.
He left with a smile and I told him I hope we meet again. He said, "so do I." Big smiles on my part and I slept very well that night.
The next morning I headed back to Tampa and Lauren and company. We were having a birthday party for one of her BBC friends. I agreed it would be fun. There would only be five of us. 3 guys, 2 gals. Hey, works for me.
She had purchased a cake and had a light appetizer spread for all. When the birthday boy arrived she was already involved with her submissive. Bday boy sat next to me and starting rubbing my leg. The die was cast. lol
His birthday gift was a long and sloppy BBBJTCCIM. But after he had seen how wet I could be. Any friend of Lauren's is a friend of mine.
Sunday we sat in the sun and played later. Monday I made the chicken piccata. Tuesday, I packed all up and we hugged and kissed goodbye. It had been so fabulous to be with old friends.
I headed to Daytona Beach to visit overnight with Wild West Kelly. Another provider friend. We go back a long way too. It just so happened my visit coincided with Bike Week. Something that has always been on my bucket list.
I arrived in Daytona after a grueling commute through Orlando. Sorry folks, but that is NOT my favorite city. It's a traffic nightmare.
She and I caught up and we arranged to head to Main Street to have some fun. We had had a late lunch so we were all fortified for some serious drinking. Friends with Harley's were in town so we were going to take the short hop downtown on their bikes. Or so I thought.
When you ride you need to be dressed properly. Jeans, boots, etc. Just in case the bike goes down. Since we were only going less than a mile, I hopped on in tights and sandals. When they hung a left, crossed over the intercoastal and headed north I panicked. There was no sissy bar on the back of the bike and I was sliding OFF. I grabbed onto my driver and hung on for dear life. And I asked where are we going? He said, "the Iron Horse."
Some of you probably know what that is. If you don't it's a famous biker bar on route 1. Since we headed north and then back south it was several miles on the bike. My back does not handle a Harley ride well at all. So I was not a happy camper. But I tried to focus on the beautiful ride. When we finally arrived at the Iron Horse, pain was shooting down my right leg.
I hobbled off the bike and stretched. Not happy with the circumstances but delighted with where we were. I've had preconceived notions about what Bike Week is. Fortunately, reality exceeded those notions and I found myself in the midst of a fun filled experience. It wasn't Hell's Angels guys. Instead, CFO's, Doctors, lawyers, and folks with LOTS of money go to Bike Week as well as ordinary afficionados. This was a happening and it was fun to be a part of it.
The ride back was going to be chilly so I bought an Iron Horse hoodie. We switched bikes so I could sit on one with a back rest. HUGE difference and I totally enjoyed the ride back to Main Street. Oh, still in pain but at least not worrying I was going to be bouncing along Route 1.
We hit downtown/Main Street and my jaw dropped. Beautiful, expensive bikes as far as the eye could see. Traffic jammed with bikes so it took a bit to find our parking lot.
We hopped off and sautered into Froggies. What a trip! I just wish I could upload my Iphon videos and photos here of our visit. What a blast! And a plethora of some of the most gorgeous men all in one place I've ever seen. It was like being in a candy store. Beer, hot dance music, hot dancing girls on stages and hot men. My motor was running I'll tell ya. But it was looking. Not partaking this night. Still.....a gal can dream.
Evening waning we walked the street looking at the gorgeous bikes. Then a quick hop home. I had to do a yoga routine before I could hope to sleep. I could barely move.
The next morning was agony. The ride had done more to my body than I could handle. I popped an Aleve and prayed that and my car's heated seats would help. I could barely walk.
I packed up, hugged Kelly goodbye with promises to come down again next year. Better prepared. Then I headed to Savannah. At one point, I was so hurting that I felt sick. I stopped at a rest area, stretched well and realized I just needed to eat. The pain had made me nauseous. On the interstate and back off for lunch, found me feeling a lot better.
Nothing was shaking in Savannah so after a nice dinner it was early to bed. Miracles do happen and when I awakened the next morning I was feeling just fine. My body had recovered. That, to me was a testiment to how far I had come since a year and a half ago. Hooray!
Now another long drive to Raleigh. Along the way Sheree had called and said we had a possible double. Traffic was heavy so I drove to her Incall first, bathed and changed to greet her guest. He was a silly guy who had never been with two gals before. After, he was moaning Why? and then said "Or should I say Wow?" We told him, "wow!" was more appropriate. Sheree took him to France again while I sat on his face. A good time was had by all.
I finally checked in late, had a light dinner at a cool sports bar next door and the phone rang. It was a student who had contacted me earlier. He had taken a photo of his student ID and sent it to me so I was comfortable meeting him.
23...........yeah. Amazing how long these young ones can go. 'Nuff' said. lol
Rememeber last journal entry how I mentioned that every once in a while someone walks through your door and it's instant chemistry. Well Friday morning was one of those hotties I'd met in Raleigh almost two years ago. It was so good we'd always kept in touch.
He walked through the door and it was just like old times. I love it when that happens.
My DC date calendar is starting to fill so if you want to meet, best to plan it very soon. I'll be available tomorrow afternoon until late Tuesday morning. Then it's on to Binghamton and then the spring home. If I don't have a detour in Utica.
Life is good. Can't wait to get home but don't want to short change the experiences along the way.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
3/11/2013 - On The Road Again
Hello My Darling Friends,
This is my last night at Lauren and Company's. I arrived Saturday and I've had a great time but I'll tell you more about all of that another update.
Tonight was a final get together. Lauren, as is her habit, has waited on me hand and foot. I wanted to do something special for her household so after the nail salon today, (I finally got the fingers done, since that didn't happen after the phone debacle last week) I went grocery shopping for tonight's dinner. We dined on The Barefoot Contessa's Chicken Piccata recipe, whole wheat spaghettini with alio and a big tossed salad. Of course, lots of sparkling wine flowed.
I will miss all the pampering and pleasing, on both parts but it's time to head home. I'm missing that darling little city where I live.
Please check the calendar here as I have made some changes to the itinerary. I'll be in Raleigh three nights. One more than planned. A big addition is TWO nights in DC. Near Dupont Circle. Don't let me down again DC. I'm counting on you to show up this tour.
I'll write along the way,Hopefully the weather will be warmer heading north than it was on the way down. One of my friends where I live said it was in the 60's over the weekend. Wouldn't it be cool to arrive with it warmer the 3 above when I left February 18th?
So.......more in a day or so. And it will be juicy!
Life is good.
Smiles and Soft Kisses,
3/07/2013 part b - Naples Skip the next two entries
Hello My Darling Boys,
You are probably wondering what is UP with this journal page. The techies at my hosting company are trying to figure it out too.
I think I informed you that I'd finally upgraded to a new server LAST MONTH. Well, unfortunately, that wasn't true. The tech I spoke with forgot to write a ticket to do so and I'd still been operating on the old server. It gave up the ghost last week. It's taken until today to get everything back in place and all aspects of my site at full speed.
Of course, they charged me to upgrade in February. So that was another battle. But hopefully, all is resolved. I can see my appointment page, edit my calendar and this journal. It's on a dedicated server that is password protected. Only MY eyes ever see any of it.
It's a layer of protection that I deem essential. I'm sure you do too and I hope that you appreciate the expense and the trouble that I go to on both our behalfs. Some of you wrote to let me know it was down. Others complained, but nicely. If you are having ANY problems with AnnekeXposed please let me know. Either call or eme at email@example.com If I don't know about it I can't remedy any problems.
My apologies for any inconvience all the way. Believe me, it was more frustrating for me than you can imagine. While I love what I do, I still approach this in a professional manner. The last few days have made me feel less than professional.
My last entry was Saturday the 15th of March. I was still in Charlotte getting ready to head to Jacksonville. It's a 5 hour plus jaunt and I had made an reservation near the airport. The room was comfortable and I could walk across the parking lot to the usual chain restaurants. (Boy, am I sick of them)
NO appointments so the next morning I took the back roads to Tampa. I had a hottie waiting for me. I checked into my hotel and they had upgraded me to a lovely suite. I made a dash to put the most necessary items away and hop in the tub. He was going to arrive in a half an hour. It turns out we knew a lot of the same people in Tampa. That's all I'll say about that. But we did have ourselves a big ole time. And I needed it!
I headed across the street to Manggiano's for dinner. A chopped salad, veal piccata and a big martini was in order. I was beat. I'd had enough of driving and crashed early.
The next day I headed up to Lauren's for the afternoon and dinner. I had no one looking for me so I decided to spend the night. Happy hour started early and soon I was on the massage table. I barely remember one very hot threesome at the end of it but not the details. I had not had dinner and between the martini's and the massage I was...........well, you know.
It was overwhelming and I found I had to call it a night. I crashed at 8pm and found myself waking up at 4am. Some moron had called and texted.
I couldn't get back to sleep so finally I looked at my phone. He wanted to meet and he was thinking a picture of his 13 inch penis and soda can circumference was going to impress so much I'd just go running in the middle of the night.
I texted him back telling him we'd never meet. He wasn't a gentleman and anything explicit, especially in text, would exclude him from the pleasure of my company.
Well of course he had to reply the I was a #*^^ whore, blah, blah, blah. How predictable. My final text was. "You're a jerk and another internet bully. Get lost." And he did.
After all the BP abuse in Baltimore I wasn't going to put up with that stuff. I got up, made some coffee, worked on my computer, read a bit and hung out until my hosts got up. I felt better than I deserved to. lol
They got a big kick out of telling me how naughty I'd been. I didn't remember. That hasn't happened in a long, long time and I'm not proud of it but hey, stuff happens.
I know it was the stress of the trip down, the exhaustion, too many martini's and no dinner.
This has not been the tour I'd hoped for. Pitfalls and disappointments all the way. But I was with friends who love me and care about me so I took advantage of that.
I headed back to my hotel that evening. I had someone waiting for me. The next morning another old friend saw me off. As my incall ended on Thursday Tampa hadn't been bad.
Thursday evening, back at Lauren's we headed to the club. A local swingers group was hosting a meet and greet. The club was packed like old times and I ran into old friends. A couple of dances but I was content to sit and chat with my former upstairs neighbor. He'd always taken care of my place when I was on tour and in later years, my personal chauffeur to TPA.
Most mornings we'd sit on my little front porch with coffee and solve the problems of the world. Something I greatly missed. It was good to be back.
It wasn't too late when we left. My host had a fantasy he wanted to fulfill. Lauren and I undressed and went into the fantasy room. Chains hang from the ceiling and it was his desire to chain each of us facing each other while we made out.
He grabbed a soft whip and proceeded to whip my nether regions. Thoughtfully he'd put a waterproof pad under me. The stimulation of the whip and Lauren's lips brought Lake Anneke forth. Gushing everywhere, I squirted past the pad and found myself standing in a puddle. No one cared and we laughed and played.
Just another kinky day at the nudie resort. lol
I knew I had was going to reunite with an old friend from Georgia early Friday evening. He's a young, good looking man from Northern Georgia and he had driven all the way to Tampa to see me. We had our fun and chatted a bit before I had to head back.
My hosts had invited a bunch of friends and friends to be to a party in my honor. Folks wandered in wearing sexy attire as usual. New folks from Canada and old friends from years past. Then my old friends Kari and Ron showed up.It was SO good to see them. We caught up on life and I realized that I hadn't left my friends behind when I moved. They were all still there for me. Now, it's up to me to stay in touch. I think it's a necessary thing for me to get back there at least once if not twice a year.
While we were chatting I saw Kari eyeing this handsome black guy. He was a good friend and lover of Lauren's. Kari was definitely interested. But he decided he had eyes for moi. Next I knew he had his arm around me and was nuzzling my ear. I was agreeable and nuzzled back. We all chatted but he was making it obvious that he wanted more.
Since it had been a while since I've been at a swinger's party I said, "what the hell." I pealed off my stapless dress, there was a shaper slip underneath, threw it in the middle of the living room and dragged him into my bedroom. About an hour later were emerged, smiling and looking like we'd both been well f----d. Well, we had. Back to the party but it wasn't long before he was dragging me back to the boudoir.
This will crack you up. I KNOW when it's been an hour. I don't have to look at the clock. And while he was a great lover and fun to be with, I'd had............enough. It's sort of like, okay dude, just cum and soon since it's not an appointment. That's the big problem with being a pro. While I love what I do, I'm not needing to get laid 24/7.
So when I choose a civilian partner to play with I have limits. If it were a loving partner that would be different. MM and I would stay in bed for hours and make love over and over. We take a "dry out the sheets break, make a martini, have a snack, break" and then it would start all over. And that is the difference between love and lust most of the time.
Except......when there is one of you who walks through my door and it just "clicks" on all levels. Then I want to keep you. But since I have to let you go I do. That special chemistry between two people can make it feel very much like more than lust. I enjoy it to the max and kiss you goodbye. And hope we'll meet again.
You've had that with others and perhaps NOT with me. Oh, we're having a great time but another gal might really get to you on all levels. My ego isn't so big that I can't recognize and still enjoy every moment with you. Good lovin' is still good lovin'
That's enough for now. There's a lot more to share but I think I'll wait for a day or so.
One thing I will share. On top of all the rest of the challenges, I dropped my Iphon in the pedicure bath yesterday. Yep, I murdered it. I have a new phone. Same number......nothing on it. So if you want to be in it...send me a text or call and I'll add you back in.
I'm in an absolutely gorgeous suite in Naples. They upgraded me and I have a private balcony. If I don't have engagements I'm going to treat this like a little vacation. Something I really haven't allowed myself yet. And I'm due. I just wish it would warm up so I can sit in the sun tomorrow.
I have no idea what the next couple of days will bring before I head back to Lauren's. But whatever it is, I'll enjoy it to the max.
Life is good.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
6/23/3007 - Cork, Ireland and the Return of My Irish Cell Phone
Hello Sexy Mates,
I'm arrived in Cork yesterday afternoon so I was FINALLY able to reinstate my old Irish mobile number.
The UK cell is going to run out of minutes so please use the Irish number OR call me on the US mobile 813 765-1072 if you need to reach me.
Lauren arrived later on a flight from Paris and it's been NUTS since we got here. Friends were waiting but we needed the night to catch up and rest up from the traveling. Heathrow was NO fun nor was her long drive up to Charles de Gaulle. Don't even get me started on the one bag rule flying between countries in the EU.
However, we're here with our beloved Irish lads and being very naughty. I did get out this morning to buy the new phone but that's been the extent of our sight seeing. Hey, we DID come here to work and working we are. Big time!! You'll not hear a complaint from either of us.
I miss London. I missed it before I left. I just wish the biz was better there. Even half of what Ireland is would keep me going back often. But, we all are in business to make money and London is SO expensive to stay in. Add the awful dollar to pound exchange and it was a sad picture at hotel bill time. I don't regret a moment though. I had an absolutely fabulous time and have fallen even more in love with London. The boys there are pretty wonderful too.
Last week was a real study in contrasts. Saturday night was a date night for me and my fellow and I went to a very classy strip club in Covent Garden. It had been recommended by a "friend" that I'd seen that week. He said it was a great place for dinner and that it was. Add sexy, erotic, romantic and reasonable and it was a winner of an evening. I bought a lap dance for my date and he one for me. The girls were all young, perfect, beautiful and sweet. But I got the biggest kick walking back from the ladies room past a table full of men enjoying the club. One said as I walked by, "she's on the payroll". I laughed all the way back to my booth. In my eyes, that was a compliment.
Sunday, I finally did "the Big Bus" tour. That's one of the many open topped tour buses. I've just never had the time to take it and that day I did. The weather was perfect so I bought my ticket and hopped aboard. I sat up top of course and our guide amusingly shared his insights on London history. We all cracked up when we went past 10 Downing Street and he said, "Tony Bush...oops, Tony Blair isn't there now". Folks on the bus were from all over the world and everyone laughed at that one.
I stayed on until we got to The Tower of London. Another sight I had not yet gotten to see in my 5 previous visits. It wasn't at all what I expected. It far surpassed those expectations and I had an enjoyable late Sunday afternoon. After a tour of The Crown Jewels, (I have a few pieces I'd like) I hopped on a boat to Westminster Pier. From there I walked toward Trafalgar Square. That weekend was one of honors and remberances for the fallen in the Falklands war between Great Britain and Argentina. Military folks were everywhere so when I looked in a pub and saw LOTS of uniforms I just HAD to go have a pint. Hey....it never hurts to try ya know.
A pint of Stella later and I continued my walk to Leicester Square. I had intended a movie again but the one I wanted to see was gone. So, a light Italian dinner and a long expensive phone call to family.
I'm starting to be able to find my way around Central London will out getting lost now. It's a good feeling and I feel less like a tourist.
One of these days, the EU will really be the EU and there won't be a different cell phone for every country you are in to beat the roaming charges from the U.S. It's been the MOST frustrating thing of my life, managing all these damn phones. Now the UK one will run out because you can't top it off unless you are IN the UK. You can't get a month to month plan unless you have a residence there AND a UK charge card. Geesh! So, ditch the UK phone number boys until I get back to England and can load it up again.
I did find out that I can add roaming to the Irish cell when I'm in the states. I just have to set it to Manual so it will pick up another provider once I'm in the states. And, I have to top that one off BEFORE I leave, unless I can get someone in Ireland to do it for me and then send me the codes. Yikes!
So, it's late in Cork. I'm exhausted and we have two more very busy days ahead of us. A good night's sleep and some advil will do the trick. If you never thought about this before, my profession is a VERY physical one. God bless Advil.
Life is good.
Your naughty girlfriend,
3/07/2013 - I Am Back
I'm checking out and heading to Naples. When I have some time I'll explain what that mess was last week.
And.........titillate you with lots of naughty adventures since my last update.
I'm sorry for any inconvenience. Old server failing, new that hadn't gotten set up when it was supposed to be and then more difficult to actually accomplish than anticipated. Plus lots of glitches.
Life is still good. Challenging for sure but good.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
2/23/2013 - I Am Not Sure I Headed South
I'm in Charlotte this weekend. When I arrived yesterday afternoon it was 38 and raining. I was worried an old friend driving from South Carolina last night would hit freezing rain. Thankfully he did not and we had ourselves a hot time.
It's the same temperature as New York City this afternoon. What part of heading to warmer weather did I miss? Ha!
I made a corporate decision and decided to skip Savannah on the way south. My one pre-booking already cancelled and it's never been a great stop even though I love the city.
I will head straight to Jacksonville and then on to Tampa on Monday. My reservations are all changed and I'll be arriving to enjoy warmer weather a day sooner. I've had enough of the road.
Fortunately I was upgraded to a beautiful suite her in Charlotte so there are no complaints about lumpy pillows. The bed is fab.
I'm probably going to head to Orlando on the 4th for a night and visit friends in the biz then on to South Florida on the 5th. Stay a couple of nights and then head over to Naples for one night. Then, back to Tampa. Keep an eye on my calendar.
I'm finally going to do a pie video on the 11th close to the Nudie Resort. I'm going to try and convince Lady Femina to do it with me. If we got dressed up in dom gear it would be pretty funny. Not sure she'll go for it but I'll let you know how that all turns out.
And she WILL be available for hot doubles when I'm in Tampa. The Sensual Sisters are back! Advance notice a must darlings! And a strong heart.
Then over to Daytona to see a provider friend who you might know as Wild West Kelly. We've worked together in the past and been friends for a while. Next I'll head to Savannah and then on to Raleigh. My provider friend Sheree lives there. We stay in touch all the time. No one understands our jobs like we do. Sometimes we need to share our challenges and laughs. Good for the soul.
From there I'm heading to the DC area. Since it's over the weekend I'm not sure where I'll stay. I think the city would probably be best. At least there will be something to do. And there are a lot of places to visit if no business happens on the weekend.
I'll buzz up to Hershey again that Monday the 18th and shoot with Scott Church again. Now it's the home stretch. On to Binghamton to see an old friend with a stop in Scranton on the way to meet another. I'll arrive back home on the 20th. One day after my mail service resumes. Phew! I'm worn out thinking about all that.
What I haven't mentioned is all the fun, relaxation and all over suntanning I plan to enjoy while I'm in Tampa. That will be really good for the soul. Plus old friends are the best.
I'm liable to change my mind again but the calendar is the best place to see where I'll be at a glance. No matter where I go, I plan on being very naughty.
And that's a good thing. So is life.
Smiles and Kisses,
2/20/2013 - It Is Wednesday So It Must Be Richmond
I have survived Baltimore and Backpage and will be leaving shortly for Richmond. It's only a couple of hours but I'm waiting until the maddening DC traffic peak time is over. It's never easy to drive through there but there's no point trying to do so at one of the busiest times.
True to form, fun was last day/last minute. Fortunately, verification was possible and solid. In all fairness one of my new friends did survive my BP prejudices and sailed through verification with flying colors.
More scheduled and then cancelled. Last early evening and early this morning. But they did notify me. That's all I ever want. Just let me know.
The heavens were kind and my final caller was a hunk. We had a fab time and he has said he'd love to film. He'd come to NYC to do so when I'm there. Oh yummy yummy.
In fact everyone was yummy, yummy. One reminded me so much of MM. What I thought was going to be a BWI disaster turned into a delight. So I'm keeping those thoughts that the rest of my trip will be the same. I am sending positive energy heading out into the universe. At least that's what LuLu tells me to do all the time. I don't know if it works but it's better than being fearful and negative for sure.
I had a great Monday evening/overnight with my dear friend and coat benefactor. Easy drives so far too. So I'm continuing my southern trek and feeling more light hearted the closer I get to Tampa and the nudie resort. Can't wait!
Just thought you'd like some good news and no bitchin' for a change. Love you all and life is good!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
2/17/2013 - One More Day
Yeah, I don't have enough to do. I am all packed. I've even started loading the car. It will be just a few last minute things to add in the morning and I'll be out of here. It's freezing and windy today. BRRRR!
I've surviving the Backpage experiment, just barely. Still disgusted at the shabby treatment even with an upscale ad. One more day and then it's coming down. I want to see if there just might be ONE gentlemen on that site to meet in Baltimore who will be screened.
I am corresponding with one who said he was surprised to see me there. He said most of the gals are a cheese steak sandwich and a six pack. I was fine dining and a great bottle of wine.
I happen to like cheese steak sandwiches and beer but I get what he said and he intended it as a compliment. He's been forthcoming with info so he's verified. A tight schedule might prohibit our meeting.
See, this is my point exactly. A classy guy still goes to that site when they are in a hurry. Most all of you do. So if you were asking why I've been putting myself through this abuse that's why. On the slim hope that a gentlemen might recognize my service and want to make a date. There IS more traffic there.
I have several stops along the way and I am not advertising there anywhere else. My ego can't take it. lol
Earlier this week I heard repeated comment from one of my friends. His buddy had said, "she talks too much." I smarted. I love writing this journal and I know there are many of you who say they love reading it. I do try to relate titillating things without compromising anyone. If you think I do, send me a note to firstname.lastname@example.org or give me a call. I do listen and I never want you to think I'm indiscreet.
I am packed except for the usual stuff you can't throw in until the last minute. The refrigerator is all cleaned out. Trash and recycling ready to go. Mail stopped and I'll head out for a timer for my lights soon. After the front door being smashed the other night I'm being doubly cautious. Plus, "the coat" is going to my sisters. I think I'd have a heart attack if I came home and found that gone. The hell with the rest of the stuff. That would be a dagger through the heart. Ha!
I'm having a last minute massage with my miracle worker gal in Kingston tomorrow. I'll get the kinks out so they don't intensify being on the road. I'm stopping in NJ tomorrow evening and spending the night with my sweetie who gave me "the coat." Can't wait!
I was getting achy yesterday with the cold front coming in so a long session of yoga for the hips was the trick. I think I'm going to forego the gym again and do another session for the spine this afternoon. I love yoga.
I was hoping to have an O or two this weekend to help relieve the stress. That really does the trick doesn't it?
Life is good. I'll write to you from the road if anything naughty and/or exciting happens. I'm on my way Florida!
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
2/16/2013 - Florida Bound and Shaking My Head
I'm almost all packed.......already. I had my car serviced for the trip. A pedicure, polish change and a spray tan. I am READY for the road.
Just one quick trip to Sear's this weekend to get the lug nuts re-tightened after having the tires rotated. They say the aluminum wheels dictate that after 25 miles.
It's going to be very cold this weekend so it's not a moment too soon.
And I'm antsy now after being awakened at 4 am. Someone kept knocking on my front door and when I saw multiple headlights in the back alley I finally got up and answered the door.
It was the police. Someone had vandalzied our building. There was no going back to sleep after that. Even scarier, I had slept through it all.
So I've been up writing visiting ads for the last 4 plus hours. ECCIE, P411, Naughty Reviews are done. I haven't even done Date-check or TER yet. Surprise. We gals don't sit around eating bon bons all day long.
I'm trying an experiment. I have another google mail address with an accompanying google number. Why? I put up a Backpage ad for BWI/Baltimore. Nothing was shaking there.
It's an enlightening effort. Within seconds that phone rang. Screening? Why do I need all the info? Donation? Wow, you are expensive. Then the one Voice Message that was left was the sounds of a guy whacking off. Honest to God!
Every other one wanted to see me in an hour although the ad says I'm there Feb. 19 and 20. No one reads anything.
Then one called me last night from NYC. I explained I was in the Albany area. Not to blame everything on Backpage he had seen me somewhere else. With a Colorado phone number he couldn't figure out where Albany was and how FAR it was from the city. This morning he called again and I swear, HE was whacking off while I talked to him. I hung up and added a DNA next to the number. Now I won't answer it again.
What in the hell is wrong with some men? That is the most classless, tacky thing you could do. But I guess that's the point. To find a way to demean me in their pin head brains. Fortunately it doesn't. I just shake my head. THIS is why I hate Backpage. Yet it's becoming the first place men go for fun. Don't lie. Most all of you do.
I would bet even money there won't be one date from that ad. And the aggravation will be endless. Still, I'm going to leave it up until the day I leave for BWI. Then it's coming down so I won't have to put up with those guys when I'm there. It's a case if you can't beat them you have to join them. And @#$%$##Backpage isn't going away.
Still, if I have to be there when I tour some cities, not all, I'm going to use it on MY terms. Still same donations, still screening. Just an under the radar profile.
They need to understand there are upscale types of services in the world. Not just crackheads and pimps running the ads. Or gals who would be on the street if the site didn't exist working for embarassing donations. I WOULD work at Walmart before I got to that level.
What is interesting is that when they first started they were more upscale. But when Craig's list went down they took over their role. The government has made noises about taking them down also but has done nothing. There has to be money involved in that otherwise it would be gone. I know for a fact that they are making millions. The ads are not free or cheap any longer. I really miss the old escorts dot com. No one has filled those shoes.
You know that old saying, follow the money when you want a reason why things happen as they do.
I had a civilian date this week. I succumbed. I figured, what could it hurt even though he was not my type.
We were to meet for a drink. Before that even happened he was assuming we were going to have sex after. Mind you, he doesn't know who Anneke is. I looked at him and said, "no way!"
When I related the conversation to my daughter she said, "get the drink and kick him to the curb." I laughed like hell at my daughter's dating advice.
He arrived promptly and he bought a glass of wine for me. We were chatting in the lounge area, other folks joining. He's showing off his Rolex, pictures of his car and while I'm talking to someone else he flashes his smart phone showing me a picture of his penis. I am not kidding. I was aghast and instinct took over and I yelled, "oh no!"
He spent the rest of the evening trying to put down the other gentlemen in our conversation group. What an ass! I couldn't get out fast enough and he insisted on walking me home. He got no further than the stairs with a peck on the cheek. Yeah, I'll see you again. In a pig's eye I will.
On a happier note, one of my old filming partners has resurfaced, now separated. I would not continue to see him due to his marital status. As I've said before, outside the hobby I'm not going there. So we've left it at "we'll see where it goes." And we will. We ARE hot together. And he's younger. Hey, I like what I like.
I am NOT anti-men dispite all the bitchin' and moanin' here today. I'm anti jerks and clueless guys. I LOVE men who are gentlemen and know how to treat a lady as she deserves to be treated no matter what her profession. I'm hoping my relating some of the classless antics will shed a light on how not to behave. With a provider or a civilian female.
I had a quick playtime trip to Utica on Wednesday. A young hottie was wanting to repeat some of our earlier escapes. Let's just say it was well worth the drive. Yum!
I also met a Fetlife friend for cocktails Valentine's Day evening. We both agreed we wanted to go to a bar, not a restaurant filled with lovey dovey couples. I totally blew my diet on bar food but it was fun. He's always good company and we email each other several times a week. He's divorced and lonely but not wanting a relationship with anyone. I'm happy having him as a friend.
Many thanks to those of you who called and wrote to wish me a Happy Valentine's Day. I have to say it was a good one this year.
I'm heading to Lady Femina's in Tampa. We're all excited to get together again and she is planning some get togethers while I'm there. I'm not sure how long I'll stay in Tampa but I know I'll have a great time back at the resort. I'm told it's regaining it's membership and it's sexy hotness. There's never been a place like it was in it's hey day as far as I've experienced. And I've been to a lot of naughty,fun places.
I'll be back when the money runs out. Or I get homesick for my place. I have a new business that needs promoting too. It's all good and so is life.
I do love you all. Thank you for being my friends.
Your Naughty Girlfriend,
2/12.2013 - After the Snowing
Yeah, I was thinking of old Englebert Humberdink's hit....... Some of you probably don't have a clue what I'm talking about.
I've been on a nostalgia kick lately. Impossible not to be sometimes as I'm driving down back roads that I traveled on during my childhood/young adulthood years in the Capital District.
Earlier I was reading past journal entries. And thinking.... who was that woman that wrote that last one? It is possible to grown up when you are an adult. Or at least learn from life's lessons. At times, I don't recognize her. And that's a good thing.
Someone once said, "a mistake is life's lesson not yet learned. If you keeping making the same one you are just plain stupid." That one always cracked me up because there seem to be a lot of stupid people running around this planet doing the same dumb things again and again.
After I left my ex, many moons ago, I reached out for professional help. I needed it after so many unhappy years. I had to learn new patterns of behavior and response on top of learning how to gain my self-esteem. And learn to be assertive.
I'll never forget one of the first things my therapist said, "Could have, would have, should have must leave your vocabulary. We can't go back. We can only learn from our mistakes and go forward."
Hopefully I'll still be able to learn from mine and move forward, sound of body, mind and spirit. One can be hopeful and positive that will happen. And I am. Wisdom gained from life's challenges is priceless.
But back to the snowing. As I said, we lucked out and aside from a couple of spurts of flurries here and there since the storm we're in pretty good shape. Oh, it's gray and gloomy of course but that has only prompted me to get organized for my Florida jaunt ahead of time.
I'm already half packed. I have one suitcase for towels, swimsuit, pareos, suntan lotions and sunglasses. What? A bathing suit? Well, yeah, the hotels I stop at along the way aren't nudist resorts so one must be prepared for every eventuality. As soon as the temp is above 62 and I have free time and it's sunny, I'm getting in the sun. I've lost any vestige of a tan long ago.
I'll be careful. I promise. 15 and 30 level suncreens and limited amounts of exposure. Of course when I get to the Nudie Resort everything is going to be exposed. Thank goodness! At the resort, it's earrings, jewelry, sexy pareo, sexy shoes and suncreen. And a new attitude! Can't wait!
I am seeing some old and new friends along the way with plenty of opportunities to meet more of them. Hint, hint.
I am SO ready to head south. But I don't leave until next Monday the 18th so if you need an Anneke Fixxx before my departure or along the way.......give me a sign.
Life is good.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
2/08/2013 - Home Safe and Sound
Hello Darling Boy,
Just wanted you to know I'm back home in Upstate NY. I left NYC last evening at 11pm. Rolled into Sis's at 1am. Nice chat, went to bed around 2:30 and headed up the Thruway around 9ish.
Nemo hadn't started at Sis's yet and so far we've only had very light flurries up here. The heavier stuff starts tonight. Wind and snow to morrow.
I'm bummed about having to leave the city but freezing rain started this morning and I'm told the city is an ice rink. It was a wise move to leave when I did. Plus, the phone hasn't rung once from the city today even though I left my ads up. I did have a great time while it lasted. So thanks to all my friends this past week. It was fun!
I'll be in Upstate until I leave for Florida on the 18th. I now have my sites on a new upgraded server so there shouldn't be any more problems. You can see where I'll be once I "hit the road". My apologies if you were inconvenienced by their crashing.
I stopped on the way home this morning and did a little retail therapy. Lots of sales and I found some really hot outfits for my Florida trip. I love a sale. Especially when you can find fun things that you need.
Life is an adventure and I'm ready for another one. And that's a good thing. In the meantime, come keep me warm in Upstate.
Smiles and Soft Kisses,
2/07/2013 - Make Way for Nemo and We Are Back Online
I'm in Manhattan waiting to see what this big storm is going to do. Wouldn't you know I was having a dynamite beginning of this tour and now this has killed business. Fortunately I still have an outcall this evening. Thankfully yesterday was fab.
Add my websites server crashing repeatedly all week and this has been another one of those disappointing episodes in life. I know that didn't help when folks couldn't get on my sites linked from my ads. The good news is that I have upgraded the server so it ought to be good for another 3-5 years. Ha! It will outlive me probably!
But it looks like I'm going to have to run for Upstate before the storm begins. It's now been updated to a winter storm blizzard for NYC starting at 6am tomorrow morning. My friend LuLu says everyone hunkers down and business grinds to a halt during a storm. Time to go. Rats!
I'm going to have to leave tonight after my outcall appointment. Not happy at all but Mother Nature can't be thwarted.
So Manhattan, I'm sorry to cut and run. I would have loved to have stayed and played. I'll see you when after I head back from Florida. I promise!
I'll be back home after the storm is over if the roads are clear. I'm not going to drive 190 miles tonight. I'm staying overnight with my sister.
Stay warm and dry folks. Life is sometimes inconvenient but it's still good.
Smiles and Soft Kisses,
2/02/2013 - Back at the Ranch
I'm keeping warm at home this Saturday evening. I've had a couple of martinis so it should be interesting to see how this journal turns out.
These days they get watered down in the shaker before pouring. That's my way of cutting back. Ha!
It's a balmy 7 degrees. Florida couldn't come soon enough. But before I go, I have a tour to Manhattan and about ten more days at home.
It's all good. Today was a big event in our small town and folks came out by the thousands to sample various kinds of chowder. Yep, chowder. Most of the restaurants and bars had their own version and tables were set up on the streets to sell minuscule bowls to sample each type.
I'm not a huge chowder fan in the first place but I got a huge kick out of the festivities going on. I arrived at the tail end of about 100 folks in red hats lip synching to Sweet Caroline. A flash mob I guess. I was really very funny and I videotaped it on my Iphon. What was even funnier was that it was on Caroline Street.
Everywhere I looked there were long lines of folks waiting at each venue for their chowder. And it was cold. As my Sis opined...."everyone has cabin fever." My thoughts exactly. We're all sick of being cooped up in this cold, gray, snowy time of the year.
So out the door I had gone too. Bundled up in "the coat" I had no worries about keeping warm. As I walked by each chowder station I thought, "how in the hell am I keeping the carb count down if I start down this path?"
I solved the problem. I headed into a bar that didn't have a chowder line. Just specials for lunch. Little neck steamers. 2 dozen for $8. No carbs.
Where can you find that? Nowhere. In fact, on Sundays I sometimes head down to Albany to an old Colonie tavern that serves them on that day only. For 7.95 a dozen. THIS was a bargain. Along with a real hand made bloody mary served in a pint sized mason jar for $6.
The place was packed. Not everyone wanted to wait in a chowder line. I had a leisurely lunch, yakking with barmates and then headed back out into the cold. Last year's winning restaurant was packed. Popped in another along the way but it was too crowded. Then I headed to one of my usual haunts that isn't normally open for lunch. With all these thousands of folks in town, they were. No need for lunch and a cold Peroni finished my festival jaunt. Just in time it seemed as the snow began. I'm sure that put a damper on the chowder sales but increased the indoor bar biz.
All over the Northeast there are Winter Festivals going on. I think it's fabulous. It brings business back and folks get out. Every place in town was packed on a Saturday afternoon in January. Of course tomorrow, they will be too.
I have no idea where I'm going to watch the game. I have too many choices. What a dilemma.
So how was Burlington? Cold and severe winds. I had a 6th floor corner room facing Lake Champlain. I have to admit I was alarmed at the wind roaring around it. Then I remember they have this all the time and relaxed. But dinner was at the hotel bar. While Church Street is a jumping place I wasn't leaving the hotel.
It was okay. Nice folks, I had fun and that's all I'll say about that. But the long ride up and back was beautiful with the Adirondack's and the Green Mountain's framing my views. There's no easy way to get there but I didn't mind it with the gorgeous winter views.
I had to get back as an beloved friend was returning last night. We've known each other for years so it was hot, hot, hot. He'd brought some hand crafted beer and I poured him a tall one after his shower. I keep extra large terry robes for my gentlemen friends. He donned his but it didn't stay on long.
After we caught up with life and news about our families. That's what old friends do.
It's my PBS English comedy night. Tomorrow night is Downton Abby. Monday I head to Utica for a very daring outcall. Wednesday to Manhattan where I hope lots more kinky and fun things happen. I'll be there until Saturday noontime. Do stop by.
February 18th is still the departure date for Florida. Pre-booking along the way. And I am doing so already.
Life is good. The Vicar of Dibly is on tonight. If I had a late night caller it would be perfect.
Smiles and Hugs,
1/24/2013 - Baby It Is TOO Cold Outside
-10 below this morning. I'm not even going out of my place today. It's +3 right now.
Forget the gym. I did my yoga routine at home with an electric heater keeping the floor and my muscles warm.
My February 18th departure to Florida couldn't come soon enough. I just hope it's warm by the time I get to Tampa on the 26th. Yes, working my way back to you babes. Check the calendar to see where I'll be and YES I am already pre-booking.
Right now, it's a great time to snuggle, if there was someone to snuggle with. Come on over.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend needs warming up.
Life is good.
Hugs and Kisses,
1/16/2013 - The Flu and Revamped Southern Tour
I'm in Boston and it's obvious there is an epidemic of the flu here. The phone isn't ringing and the restaurants are barely a third full. Who knew? I had my shot months ago and I'm just amazed at the people who say, "well, I don't know if it will work." I'll take 60% odds that I won't get it with the vaccine any day. If more people did get the vaccine that would dropped those infected way down.
Still,we had one glorious day that reached 52 here. No complaints. I've read a book, done yoga, shopped in the Pru Center, dined of seafood, had a little fun, lots on the way over, more about that later and will head to Milford, CT when I check out tomorrow. One of my favorite sweeties is visiting in the morning so I'll end this trip on a high note. He always makes me......gush and smile.
I'd been trying to arrange a trip to a little hamlet in Massachusetts for a couple of weeks. Our timing just wasn't matching up. I left home around 9am Monday because it was an estimated 1 hr 45 minutes to his home. Sort of on the way to Boston.
The distance was short but the way was meandering. There aren't a lot of interstates through the middle of the New England States. The ride was beautiful and I smiled as I traveled over roads that I hadn't done so in many years. It's beautiful country and I didn't mind the distance at all.
I arrived early but called first to see if I should head to his home. He said to do so and we greeted each other was an embrace and kisses. He was a little nervous but a little snuggling on the couch and soon we were heading to the bedroom. He was interested in my assortment of strapons. And I had come prepared.
But it was my turn first and he already had the towels out. Smart boy. We needed them as he was a cunninlinguist of the first order. Finally, I told him to take a rest. It was his turn.
He loved having his prostate stimulated simultaneously with some of my own oral skills. With all the moaning and groaning I counted several mini O's. The technique I use encourages that. Finally...out come the tool. I strapped it on and had him get on all fours, close to the edge of the bed. I don't need to be more graphic. You all know what comes next. Let's just say I got MY workout without going to the gym that day. And he was a happy boy.
We parted with big smiles and a promise that I would return. He was a sweetheart.
It was still 2 1/2 hour to Boston. I checked into my hotel room about 3:30, unpacked and caught up on messages. A friend had called on my way over and we'd plan to meet at 7pm. I was about to head out for a martini when he rang. Would 6pm work? Well, of course it would and we ordered cocktails for the room.
I'm always astounded at the cost of room service. He graciously paid the waiter and gave him a lovely tip. Still, it seemed like way too much for a couple of drinks. But, when you order Glenlivet 18 year old, (his preference) the bill does tend to escalate.
We had ourselves a fun time and I kissed him goodbye with a recommendation to visit LuLu in Manhattan.
Off to a closeby Asian restaurant for dinner and it was early to bed for me. 4 hours plus driving plus my strap on acrobatics had worn me out.
Who knows what the rest of this week will bring? Fun of course and the school. I'm looking forward to all.
Some of you might have noticed I had already set down my itinerary for my Southern Bound Tour. The timing of it was off and it was bothering me. My main objective was to visit with Lady Femina and her SO but they were not going to be back from a cruise until the end of February. Trusting my instincts I've moved back my departure date another week and made adjustments as to how long I'll stay and where.
I'm not sure when I'll return but I'll probably do a partially inland route on the way back. Perhaps hitting Raleigh and heading up 81. It will depend on the weather. That time of year can be iffy. Whatever stops I choose let's plan to have some fun. And yes, I will pre-book in advance.
Time to sleep. It's elusive tonight. Things on my mind. So I hope to grab a couple of hours before my friend arrives. Then it's on to CT. I hope to see you somewhere......soon.
Life is good.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
01/12/2013 - Gray Gray Go Away
Hello My Darling Boys,
It's Saturday morning and I awakened to a heavy fog and a wintery world. The good news is it's supposed to be in the forties today and fifties tomorrow. I'd be thrilled just to see the sun. I really don't mind the cold if the sun is shining. Must be all those years of Florida living that has engrained that preference in me.
This time of year I really miss Tampa. The last two-three winters I lived there winter was cold. As nudists, we'd have to put clothes on and it was kind of a joke. Everyone would say, "I didn't recognize you with your clothes on."
We'd be all bundled up in jeans and sweaters but for folks who were used to perspiring all the time it was a welcome change. Just as long as it didn't last too long. Of course our idea of cold weather attire defies description. You can't even imagine what nudists and swingers in Florida wear when they do dress. It's still not much. Or it's down to there and up to here and probably sheer.
Do I miss that? Oh yeah. And being that exposed all the time, (pun intended) tends to make people watch their weight and be more active. After all, everything you own is right there for all to see. It's a less sedentary lifestyle for starters. Add the zing of the lifestyle and it keeps you on you toes, appearance wise.
No small wonder so many lifestyle/nudist women become providers. They are already comfortable with their bodies and their sexuality. They know there is a difference between love and lust and can handle it. And they can let their friends walk out the door after a steamy time without the heart strings throbbing. Well, most of the time.
There ARE some of you we'd like to keep but we know we can't. So, somewhere, we make that mental shift, as most women cannot, to enjoy you and let you go. Does that seem sad to you? It's not. In a sense, it's liberating to be able to not "own" anyone. Most of you gents who hobby know that. Men can compartmentalize, most women cannot.
What am I up to today? Gym for sure and I'll need to start getting ready for my New England tour departure on Monday. I need to replenish some "supplies." My school is confirmed and I have the schedule for the day. As usual Boston hasn't booked up. It always seems to happen last minute. Another case of having nerves of steel when I go on the road. There's no guarantee that folks will even show up if they do pre-book. Do I like this? No. Not at all but business is different from what it used to be. My week used to be full before I even left for my tour.
I counted 44 girls on Albany Backpage last evening. There are 2 of us on the upscale site. I know most of you are going there. You tell me you go "just to look." Once again I'm going to remind you that the ad of a 19-22 year has been written by her pimp. Or a cop.
When someone's donation is nothing and she doesn't screen you are asking for trouble. And you are abetting in something very dangerous. The 19-22 year is probably under age and addicted. You fuel this whole scenario. Enough said. It's not sour grapes. It's reality and as in all of life, you get what you pay for.
No more lectures. Consider that a public service announcement.
So, packing, gym, maybe some networking in the antique stores to leave my "other" business cards and get to know the proprietors. I'm not competition. I'm a potential customer or a referral for them.
I'm letting my hair grow longer and it's in that awkward stage of no real style. Something that makes me crazy. As a Leo our crowning glory is our hair. When we feel it doesn't look it's best we feel we don't look our best. It's now also a mixture of different blondes. Light to darker. So, look at the twins instead. Trixie and Boom Boom are still magnificent.
I awakened yesterday to find a text that had been sent at 4am. It was a picture of a naked guy with his equipment at full mast and in his hand. That was it. I texted back at 8ish and said, "I don't recognize you. Hahaha."
Sure enough he texted back. He wanted an appointment. I have to tell you I was shaking my head at his stupidity. Number one, I don't make text dates. Number two, he'll never get one now anyway since he's compromised himself and me by sending that photo.
It took several exchanges for the light to dawn. Of course, he never filled out the appointment page.
My friend Sheree, now Sherie, and I chatted last evening and we were sharing war stories. No names of course. Sometimes the stuff guys do is absolutely hilarious and ridiculous. But we still love you. It's great to have a gal pal in the same profession. No one outside of it can understand what our day to day life is like. Sometimes you just need someone to vent to. We do that all the time and end our conversation uplifted and more positive. We both love our choice in life. Even with it's challenges.
If you couldn't tell I'm homesick for the Nudist Resort and my Florida lifestyle. I trying to figure out a way to get down there in February. I think a visit will get it out of my system. And if life is kind to me this year I'll plan to spend some time in Florida next winter. I can hope.
If I decide to go, I'll drive and "play" along the way. Keep an eye on this journal and my calendar. My New York upbringing grounds me but my inner nudist calls me. Know what I mean?
In either case, life is good. Come see me wherever I am.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
1/07/2012 - A Week Into 2013
Hello My Darling Boys,
So far, it's been an interesting beginning to the new year. The days are getting noticeably longer already and the gray days following our two back to back snow storms have departed.
I love those sunny bright blue winter skies. Of course, in the Hudson Valley they are not frequent in the winter time. So, I enjoy them even more when they appear.
It's colder today but not minus 11 like a few days ago. We had a mild winter my first year back in the Northeast last year. This year we're having a more normal one. I'm missing Florida.
Thankfully the bitter cold ended for New Year's Eve. I had enjoyed a late lunch at one of my favorite taverns so dinner was skipped. I dressed warmly for our first night activites and headed out before 6pm. Low 30's so it was okay to walk everywhere I wanted to go.
I began with an organ concert at 6pm. Breathtaking, fabulous old chesnuts in organ literature. A small but very appreciative crowd. The fabulous organist made the chill bumps appear. To me, there's nothing like the King of Instruments when played so brilliantly.
Then to my favorite place for wine and a Kir Royale. I chatted with a nice looking guy to my left but wanted to head to another venue. A Celtic rock band was featured and the hall was jammed when I arrived.
What fun! A great combo of old Celtic, newer folk and fun rock tunes with a lively group of performers from Toronto. A real cast of characters and we all loved them.
Now the town was crowded and other venues were full. It was getting colder and I was content to walk home and open a bottle of Prosecco. I could see the downtown fireworks at Midnight. I raised my glass and said a Happy New Year to me!
We also survived the fiscal cliff and the phone is starting to ring with real friends. Up until a few days ago it seemed like time wasters and idiots were the only ones who picked up the phone. I'm not the only one who has mentioned that. I know those of you who are responsible about life were sitting back and waiting to see what was going to happen in DC.
I'm not going to begin a political diatribe. What's the point? We all know they are self-serving idiots in Washington, on ALL levels. The only one I can responsible for is me. Plus, it doesn't do one any good to go around complaining about politics all the time. It just sours your attitude on life. Me.....I'm happy to wake up each morning feeling great.
Especially after last night. Why? A lovely gent asked to see me in downtown Albany. Impeccable references and a courteous manner in email. When I entered his room at 9pm there were candles lit everywhere. Soft music on the in room tv and a chilled bottle of Veuve Clicquot on the coffee table in the sitting room.
I smiled and hugged him and said, "how elegant and classy." And he said it matched me. Oh Wow! We were off to a good start. Nothing warms a Leo up more than a compliment. A little egotistical are we?
He wanted to be teased and tease I did. Apparently he'd heard about Lake Anneke and he also wanted to take a swim. After a glass of champagne and some serious petting we headed to the boudoir. He already had a thick towel at hand. He was bound and determined to break the dam and he did. Not once or twice but several times. He also had the unique ability to be in the moment so he relaxed and had several mini O's before the final culmination of the Oh My God one.
I'd stayed longer than asked because we were having such a great time. He showed his appreciation by tucking a little extra gift along side my envelope.
I headed home and knew I wasn't going to be able to settle down for a while. About 10 minutes from my arrival the phone rang. It was one of my hot friends from town. Did I want to make a house call? Well, hell yeah!
Was I up to the challenge? Was he? Yes to both counts and I followed up his happy ending with a massage. Sort of a backward order of things but he was a happy camper. I like my boys smiling. And I was too.
I have my business cards for the new venture. A facebook page. 6 likes already. And I am happily anticipating the school next week.
But I'm still excited to be Anneke and looking forward to rocking your world in 2013. I'll be in Boston/Back Bay next week and will also host in Milford and Stamford, CT. Check my calendar for those dates.
I think I'm a very lucky woman to have two professions that I adore. Well, one that's in place, the other that will be. (smiles)
Life is good.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
12/29/2012 - Snow Snow Snow and Happy New Year
To my friends in the nudie resort, I envy you right now. Catch a few rays for me will you? And my best wishes for a sexy and Happy New Year!
I've been looking at the website and I see the new owners "get it." Instead of trying to rip everyone off for the big party, they have reinstated the discounts and made the evening affordable. Think of me when you are dancing to Pussy Control.
If you'd like to know I had a different but lovely Christmas. Family plans changed and I found myself alone where I live. But not for long. After the gym, I changed and headed to a 4pm service. It was the children's Christmas Pageant. Now how can you be down when those adorable little ones are telling the Christmas story. I was laughing at the antics of the very young ones and recalling that I'd done the same things.
It was a lovely service and the children were precious. Of course, our hearts all go out to those folks in Newtown and in Webster, NY who won't have their loved ones with them. Bless them during this awful time.
I drove home, parked and walked downtown. There wasn't a lot open for Christmas Eve but I headed in one of the more upscale places. It was bustling. A kir royale and some Connecticut Blue Point oysters were splendid. A mediocre entree was not. But hey, folks were friendly and it was lovely to be out.
I slowly walked back home, enjoying the stillness and the Christmas lights. I saw a lady pushing a Price Chopper shopping cart down the hill toward the store. She lived several blocks away and it seemed some shopper had decided they would help themself to a cart and not bring it back.
We started to chat. It was obvious she was lonely. She was heading to Mass at midnight and was in the choir. I thought to myself, "what can it hurt to stand here and have this lovely chat with this stranger? Isn't this what Christmas is all about." We wished each other a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year and went on our way.
Home, I decided I wasn't going out again for the 10:30 Mass at another church. I settled into my flannel pj's. (sorry boys) and turned on PBS. To my delight, the Mormon Tabernacle Choir Christmas concert was on. But instead of settling me down, it revved me up to get out of bed, get dressed again and head out for the service I have originally intended to visit.
It was cold and the wind was blowing so I drove the few blocks instead of walking. At 10pm the Organist, strings and choir began the 30 minute prelude. It is a huge organ and I was literally in heaven. A very long, beautiful, high church type of service ending with communion. No, once again, the roof did not fall in on me. Church IS the place for sinners. The righteous don't need to attend. It's a good place for me.
I drove home on the quiet streets. It had been a beautiful day.
Christmas Day I drove to Kingston and had lunch with my son. The only places that were open were diners but that was fine with us. A big slice of Americana and simple food. Our time together was what mattered. It was dark by the time I arrived home and I opened a bottle of champagne. Another good day.
I'm awaiting my longtime friend from Massachusetts. While it's only snowing moderately folks are having fender benders. Folks, those of you who grew up here, you ought to know better. You don't speed up when the road is snowy and icy and you don't tailgate. Slow down!
I swear there is an epidemic of rudeness and me first in this world. Everywhere you go. What is the freakin' hurry? You won't get anywhere any faster by pushing everyone else. Calm down. Do some deep breathing. The decision you have to make at work and at home will probably be a better one when you take your time.
I love the whole scenario when an airplane gets to the gate and the bells go on that you can stand up and get ready to deplane. Men, YOU are the worst. You will bolt out of your seat, elbow everyone around you and act like it's going to matter. You're only getting out the door after everyone else. And you don't have to whip out your smart phone and start yelling into it. We're not that interested that you are an important businessman somewhere. Or you think you are.
I get it on the job all the time. They call and as soon as they know you are not going to be where they want you to be the moment they want it and they have to screen they hang up. Yes, hang up. It always floors me. But then, I'm glad I don't have to meet someone like that. Yuk.
My resolution this year isn't to lose weight. Even though I will get the holidays trimmings off of me. My resolutions will be to be more kind. To be more polite. To smile more. To slow down and think about others first. None of those actions will cost me a thing will they? Nor will they you. You'll probably have less stress in your life and live longer.
A quiet mental thank you for a blessing. A pat on the back. A hug for a grieving friend. A compliment. You can always find something nice to say to someone without being disengenious.
For starters, how about, Hello (Ms Provider), how are you? I saw your ad and I'm interested in meeting. I love your smile. Lalalalala and then an ending to your communication. Regards, Mr. Hobbyist.
It's amazing how a little civility makes others feel special. And we all are.
My friend on the way is one of those rare gentlemen in the hobby. ALL the girls love him and make accomodations and considerations for him because he is so lovely.
We'll have mutual oil massages with jazz playing and candlelight after we catch up. Champagne, shrimp, maybe some fried ravioli's with dipping sauce. A lot of sensual sliding here and there. Lots of O's and then we'll walk downtown for dinner.
Does he get a special rate? You bet he does. I've also decided that if have a date the dinner date time is gratis. Seems fair to me. I like making that connection. And I love great conversation with an interesting gentleman. All the while knowing we're either going to be naughty after or we've already been. Makes for a very sensual evening.
As we head into this New Year let's stop and take some time for others. You'll feel very good if you do.
Life is good and can be so much better when we give to others.
Happy New Year!
Smiles and Soft Kisses,
12/22/2012 - Merry Christmas Baby
Hello My Darlings,
It's the last gasp before Christmas. For me, all that remains is a trip to Home Depot and the liquor store. I need to pick up a couple of small gifts for my son and some champagne and cassis to take to Sis's. The presents that I mailed have arrived at their destination and are under my daughter's tree.
I was ready to have some fun. Last night, I met Sara of Albany at a nearby club and we went dancing. It's been since summer that I've shaken my tailfeathers. It felt great.
What is cute is that we like the same types of guys. She calls them hotties. So we're on hottie alert when we go out together.
One fellow asked me to dance but by then I was starting to get blisters on my feet. I did but that was the last dance for me. That's the result of not enough practice. I smile fondly when I think back to life at the nudie resort where my feet were always dance ready.
Our club used to be open every night of the week back in the good ole days. You could always go down and dance. It was packed. Then, new ownership lost the vision and the recession hit Florida much sooner than the rest of the country. The club closed down, except for a few nights a week. I used to say here that I had gone down for some late night cardio. It was great for my body and my spirit. I am happy to report that new ownership has been restoring the place and the naughty good vibes that used to exist. I wish them the best.
So, I'll go back to the local club again. It was fun and good for me. I'd lost my groove. Like Stella, I'm going to get it back.
On Friday nights they have live music. Last night it was a great cover band with a huge local crowd. An older crowd with some younger folks mixed in. Young hotties too. Everyone was having a blast. For those of you who are younger, you are going to have to put up with us baby boomers. We refuse to be old.
On a different note, this has been an important week for me. I secured my DBA for my new venture. I signed up for a one day school in January, secured another domain name for that business and ordered my business cards. I'm well on my way to adding a new business.
So, yes, the vacation to Puerto Rico is cancelled. No trips to Florida in January. But it's possible I'll fly down in February. I'll need a break from the cold weather. Tampa's season is actually February to May. It's not as warm as south Florida.
In the Anneke world, the start of 2013 looks different on my calendar. I'll be back in Boston, downtown, mid-January. Then on to the school in Connecticut. Of course, a little fun on the side is available. Why waste a hotel room? I'm working on the tour schedule for the new year so take a peek to see if I'll be in your neck of the woods in the next few weeks.
My best wishes to you and yours for a blessed Christmas. There is nothing more important than having good friends and families in our lives. I hope you will enjoy the ones that surround you.
Life is good. Happy Holidays to all!
Love and Hugs,
12/18/2012 - In Remembrance
May they rest in peace.
12/13/2012 - The Holiday Antsies
I'm back home. I got in around 3pm yesterday afternoon after a lovely ride up the Taconic State Parkway. I stayed on it all the way from White Plains to I-90 where it ends. It's a beautiful ride and there are gorgeous views of the Catskill Mountains along the way.
The heat in the apartment is turned way down when I leave for any amount of time. It's in the lease as well as the temps when I am here. I froze last spring so I'm bumping it up. 67 during the day and 62 at night when I am home is too damn cold. I'll add more to the rent if I have to.
I ran errands, mailed Christmas cards, bought a few last minute gifts and headed to a fav spot for Happy Hour. It's a very small but elegant bar with a nice group of folks. No hot guys but that's my fate here in this town so far. They always have fab appetizers and they actually make a meal.
I was going to join friends for a cigar after but no one was in the cigar room when I stopped in. It's a social event so puffing away on one by myself is no fun. I'd stopped in the cigar store along the way and I have a Bugatti and a Rocky Patel figurado for another time. They won't spoil.
I love that torpedo shape, (go figure) and a shorter, milder smoke. Of course, the next day my mouth tastes awful so I'm careful not to partake when I know I have a date early the next day. It's been a good 3 months since my last.
Back home, I watched the 12/12/12 concert up to Kanye West's appearance. Sorry. I don't care for most rap. Some of Eminem I like. He is a wordsmith.
Then it was switching channels and reading until I finally fell asleep at 4am. I'm antsy and feeling some of the holiday blues. I need a good workout, which I'll do later today and several good O's. Hopefully tomorrow. And NO sugar. It messes my mood and me up big time.
White Plains/Rye was okay. Not as great as I'd hope but it's Hanukkah. It makes a difference. The dates I did have were great and I did enjoy cruising around my old haunts in Stamford. Joe's Pizza, Splash Car Wash and Lord and Taylor out on High Ridge/Long Ridge Road.
I don't miss the place though. Maybe there are too many unpleasant memories of struggling through the recession, being dumped by my lover, not many friends, who knows? It was an interesting chapter in my life and it's helped me appreciate where and how I live now all the more.
I know it's been a week and a half since the last journal entry. That's a lot of time in life. I've seen Breaking Dawn II and Skyfall. The Hobbit and Lincoln are next.
I had a Fetlife friend over for drinks and nibbles. Just conversation and solving the problems of the world. Nothing else and that's just fine.
A lovely new friend stopped by the next day. We spent the whole afternoon getting acquainted on many levels. Our backgrounds are very similar and it was nice to meet another who cared about me as a person. He had been deeply touched by my comments about St. Patrick's. He also is probably going to get the Thunder Boomer of the month award. Good start huh?
I received a nice little note the other day that said he worried about me. I thought that was sweet. I replied that I always screen selectively and drive with my cruise control on the interstate. lol
I did meet a very nice guy at my hotel bar in Rye. Classy, good looking, older, in great shape and single. I gave him the home phone number. He thought I was stunning. I thought he was a keeper. We'll see. If nothing else, it was an interesting and engaging evening for a couple of road warriors. It's nice when that happens.
I'm heading to Waltham for my last tour of the year next week, December 17-19. I am seeing some beloved friends so I'm looking forward to our moments together. Hopefully, I'll make some new ones too.
What am I doing over the holidays? Sis's birthday tomorrow. She's hitting the big one. I'm preparing dinner, having a cake made and we'll probably all have too many cocktails and a lot of laughs. It will be fun.
I'm heading to her home for Christmas Eve, church that night and Christmas Day dinner. We may even brave the crowds and see Les Miserables. It's been years since I saw the play and I adore Hugh Jackman. Now that's a hunk!!
I have an overnight on the 29th with the dear old friend that I slip and slide in the warm oil with. I know that will be a great evening.
New Year's? I haven't a clue. In the 13 years I've been single I've had 3 dates for New Years Eve. Yeah, pathetic isn't it? Two with my old buddy in Lauderdale and one with my crossdresser friend at the nudist resort. In drag. Every one of those was fun, fun, fun.
I am available and I can't think of a better way to bring in the New Year than with a bang! If you are alone too let's share it together. It will be affordable.
If not, there's a first night here and I know the town will be jumping. I can always walk downtown and see what kind of mischief I can get into. I'm sure I'll find someone to kiss at midnight.
I don't think Florida and Puerto Rico are going to happen. Not enough revenue and there's a design school I want to attent on the 17th of January. Sometimes, life just decides what is going to happen in spite of what you plan.
But it's all good. Especially life.
I hope this Holiday Season will be a happy and blessed one for you and yours. Come on by. I have a gift for you. (wink, wink!)
Love and Hugs,
12/01/2012 - Let It Snow December is Here
Hello My Darling Boys,
I'm in Manhattan today. It's windy, chilly and gray. But I've got THE COAT so I am warm when I venture out. Upstate has had a dusting of snow. LuLu says it's snowing in Boston. She's downtown so go see her if you are a Bostonian.
I arrived Thursday afternoon and it's been non stop until today. Of course, the city residents clear out on the weekends but the tourists are here in droves. The streets are packed everywhere you go. I smile. It's great for the economy! Not a whole lot of fun if you are walking somewhere in a hurry. Oh wait! I'm sounding like a New Yorker.
I had a delightful date Thursday evening with a lovely gentleman who took the train from further south to meet me. We had tried to get together when I last planned to head south but since that trip got cancelled we didn't meet. He told me that once he saw that photo of me walking down the hotel hallway in the long coat and boots that I was on his bucket list. Adorable.
And so we met for a drink at a Central Park South upscale hotel. We chatted like old friends and then headed upstairs. We had all the time in the world. No rush, lovely easy moments. After we shared a light dinner in his room. I was supposed to spend the night but his eyes were drooping and he said he was satisfied. I hope we can meet again. We shared many of life's philosophies. I so enjoyed him on so many levels.
And that's one of the perks of this profession. One gets to meet so many different types of people from so many walks of life. New ideas shared, new insights into life. As well as world class lovin'.
Earlier in the day an old friend from my London visits came to call. Again, another blessing to meet an old friend in the midst of Manhattan. In fact, that's happened again and again this week.
Then new friends pop up. My final tete a tete of the day yesterday was a very young man wanting to partake of some of the experience of the older woman. He'd been a complete gentleman in his approach. When he walked in the door it was almost a step back in time for me. He SO reminded me of the love of my life. And he was close to the same age when we met. I told him so and related how we'd met and what had transpired over the years. Of course, discreetly.
He wanted to make out. We petted away like teenagers. Of course, that made me even hotter knowing I wasn't going to get anywhere. I just wanted it even more. He left with a smile on his face with plans to meet again in February when I return. We'll see.
My old love? He's become a highly successful person. While he used to stay in touch it's no longer safe for him to come anywhere near me. He just stopped writing and shut down his old email. No calls, nothing.
It doesn't make me sad. It was the only prudent thing to do. And he'll know I realize that. I can watch his continued success from afar with a big smile on my face. Sort of like a proud Mom. He's something special in this world and I know even greater things are in store for him.
He's an impossible act to follow. I'll never try to find someone like him again but it was fun to spend time last night with an adorable young man who reminded me so much of him.
After a busy morning yesterday I headed to the Eastside for lunch at Les Relais de Venesia. It's a long walk and I knew I'd need the exercise over and back. It's not a low calorie lunch. If you love sliced beef with an incredible sauce, real french fries, fresh green salad with great vinagrette, adorable servers in french maid outfits in a very elegant setting for a great price, (seconds allowed) you should visit.
It's no wonder that the folks on either side of me were French. They know were the cuisine is good.
As I walked back I received a text from someone I love. Asking for prayers. Calamity had struck again. I looked at my surroundings and realized I was at the back side of St. Patrick's Cathedral. No coincidence to my mind. I knew exactly what I needed to do.
I'm not Catholic but I am a spiritual person and the place has a powerful presence. I don't care what religious tenants you adhere to. It's unmistakable when you enter the sanctuary. It always makes the hair stand up on my head.
I took a seat and prayed. Then I walked to the front and lit two candles at the nativity. Then I walked all the way around past the stations of the cross. As I stood quietly in front of one of the stations I looked around. Others had that same look on their face that I must have had also. I knew I was in a special place and I was overwhelmed. Close to tears. I wasn't alone.
I left and wandered a couple of blocks through the throngs to Rock Center. I sent pictures of St. Patrick's and the tree to my petitioner. And then I saw three older ladies all decked out in bright red reindeer ears. I snapped the photos and sent that too. From the sublime to the ridiculous. And that is life isn't it?
Just in case we start taking life to seriously, something reminds us to lighten up and enjoy all that is around us.
I'll be home tomorrow briefly. Then on to Syracuse for two nights. I've cancelled Binghamton. I miss my pillow and my little city.
But life is still good.
Smiles and Kisses,
11/25/2012 - After the Turkey
I hope you've all survived this long Thanksgiving weekend. It truly is my fondest wish that your time with your family and friends was a blessed on. Hopefully, you're not sick of them all by now. However, if you've had enough togetherness and are looking to escape Christmas shopping is a good excuse to get away. :-)
It was mostly a good Thanksgiving for me. I love sharing my table with family and friends. I had plans to go out Wednesday evening for the "biggest party night" of the year but a trip to the masseuse nixed those.
I had a therapeutic massage after the gym Wednesday that left me black and blue. And knocked the stuffing out of me. So it was a quiet night in and some preparations for dinner the next day.
My son, sis and her S O arrived around 2pm. It was a warm day and totally delightful. The brined turkey recipe was fabulous. If you haven't done it yet, do!
Sis left around 7 and my son stayed behind to work on a honey do list for mom. I'm bringing him home today.
I'm learning that weekends seem to be busy in my part of the world, biz wise. So Friday night was an outcall double header. The first a fetish client who decided my donation was negotiable. Not much you can do but grit your teeth, take what is offered and get the hell out. And never see him again. Fortunately, my later outcall was generous and more than made up the shortfall.
I hadn't been out for a late appointment in a long time and I got a thrill out of the adventure. I've been sitting around home too much. I loved getting back in the groove.
Earlier that Friday afternoon/early evening I began my holiday decorating. I still have a few things to finish later today after I drop my son off but the place is looking great.
Tomorrow I'll be back to a routine. I'm also excited about an evening threesome with my friend Sara and an favorite long time buddy of ours. It's always hot and..........wet.
Not much else new except I'm also getting ready for Manhattan this week. I love being in the city during the holidays and I'll make sure and head to Fifth Avenue and Bloomingdales to see their window displays. It's a magical place during a magical time of year.
I'm also hoping that Santa will cut me some slack for all the naughtiness I hope to get into. Personally, I think he likes it when I'm a bad girl. I hope to share some of that bad girl with you.
Life is good. XO
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
11/20/2012 - Life Resumes AND Happy Thanksgiving
My apologies. I'm a bit late updating. It's been busy since I returned from Rochester last Friday afternoon.
The "tour" was okay. I met some nice folks and my hotel was lovely. A creative chef in a chain restaurant kitchen is a miracle. It's an easy 3 hour drive and I was able to see the end of fall in various stages.
For me, it was a trip down memory lane returning to Rochester. I have some roots there. Important ones and I spent some of my free time retracing them. I actually remembered the number of our first apartment. I hadn't forgotten the street name. It was a dicey neighborhood then and it hasn't improved.
It was kind of sad to go back to a city that was in it's heyday when I spent my brief time there. Downtown is not what I remember. But that's true of a lot of Northeastern cities and cities everywhere. But Park and East Avenues are still the tony places to be. It's a lovely part of town.
I arrived home late Friday afternoon. Easy drive back and exited the NY State Thruway and headed cross country at the Fonda exit. I'm on a notify list for an estate sale company so as I drove through Broadalbin I saw their sign. "Screech"....sharp right turn and headed that way. Unfortunately, the folks who had this estate probably never bought anything of quality in their lifetime. It was a nice enough modest home on a country road but what a collection of junk.
I thought, "Stop being a snob. This was a home they were probably proud of and this was the best that they could do. I'm sure there were many happy memories that were shared in that house." As always, I wonder what has happened to them. It's obvious that these were older people who lived there. Kind of sad to see one's life reduced to selling off trinkets for 50 cents apiece.
All of which makes me want to enjoy the life I have left more.
I left the sale and continued homeward bound. I had already verified a P411 member and I was going to have fun that evening. My jaw dropped when I opened the door. Tall, built and adorable. He is a personal trainer. Oh yum. Let's just say we both had a great time.
Later that evening I had another request for someone in town. We'd never met and while I could totally verify who he was I was too tired to entertain at 11:30 at night. He was insistent but I stuck to my guns. I knew he'd been drinking. We scheduled for 2pm Saturday. When he didn't confirm I texted. I got a brief reply, "In the doghouse."
See. that's what alcohol does. Gives one a sense of invincibility. I love this old joke;
After one martini you become charming. (You lose you inhibitions and you think everything thinks you are adorable.)
After two martinis you are intelligent. (You expound your conspiracy theories and solve the problems of the world.)
After three martinis you are invincible. (You can do anything and get away with it, including leaping off buildings in a single bound.)
After four, you're invisible. (you spill a drink, stagger, slur your words, and no one notices. Except the cops.)
After a Friday morning appointment, a 220 mile drive, another visitor at 9:30 and a couple of Procecco's, I know my limitations. No amount of smooth talking or tributes waved will change my mind. In the end, it's a good thing he didn't come over. He REALLY would have been in the doghouse.
Saturday morning I headed to the supermarket early to buy my Thanksgiving dinner supplies. I'm all set. I'm going to try brining the turkey this year.
I've been working on a painting project so after that and the gym I stopped in a new local hangout. I snagged the seat at the end of the bar next to the fireplace and ordered a Stella. Soon, two gals my age sat down on my left, another on my right and it was girl talk time. We're probably going to meet up tonight somewhere for Happy Hour.
Of course, in the back of my mind I'm always thinking, I hope they don't find out what I really do for a living. It will be over in a heartbeat. Women get pissed for the most part and I understand why. Still, if they took care of things in the marriage, I'd never meet their men. In my humble opinion. Maybe these gals wouldn't care. I think they are single too.
Sunday morning I putzed around and worked more on my painting project. The phone rang and it was my Albany ATF with a horn on. I'm always happy to solve that problem for him. He loves having a gin martini, shaken ice cold with olives. Gin is a no no for me so I make a watered down Ketel One martini. Afternoon is a bit early but hell, it was Sunday.
Off he went with a huge smile on his face. I hung out for a bit and then headed out for another Happy Hour Special nearby. Again, nice folks at the bar. Great conversation interrupted by the phone. Another prospective suitor.
Verification when I got home and a late night knock on the door. No one is around to see a thing. Another adorable fit guy. I made him a drink and we had round one. Solved life's problems and went for round two. Nice way to end the weekend.
I love it when I'm busy. It benefits me in several ways. lol
Eros split off the new "Albany" area from NYC in September. There are a whole two of us advertising there now and as I've mentioned business had taken a nose dive. I've complained but there is not much they can do to make gents look at the Albany site. It will take time.
So you'll also find me back on the NYC Eros site. Hopefully traffic will also lead to Albany. It's probably one of the most visited cities in the world so it won't hurt to have traffic taking a look at Anneke Van Buren even if she's only in the Manhattan Metro NY market occasionally. Couldn't hurt to drive more traffic to AnnekeXposed.
NEXT WEEK I WILL be in MANHATTAN, November 28-December 1 staying in Midtown West. I'll have a private incall for you and I am also available for outcall to your VIP location or hotel. References of course and NO text appts please.
Although I don't know what some of you would do without your smart phone. You seem to use it for everything. I'll bet you would brush your teeth with it if you could. JK
I'm so excited about this week. Thanksgiving dinner, putting up the tree, decorating the apartment in between naughtiness. I feel just like a little kid. A very good thing!
My wish for you is a most blessed and happy Thanksgiving. We all have much to be thankful for living in the United States of America.
Life is good.
Smiles and Kisses,
11/10/2012 - That Week That Was
I was sitting at my computer. It's Saturday afternoon and I realized I'd totally forgotten one of my Saturday musts. Updating this journal.
My beloved sister drove up Tuesday morning. The floor refinishers were beginning and everyone had to leave until the floors were done. So, for 4 days I had a house full of family. Sis, Sam, Nicholas and Bob. Of course the boys are cats.
Nick had howled for 90 miles. Sam and Bob looked dazed. Bob scurried under my bed and Sam, the kitten, went exploring. Nick, with his usual disdain, inspected the place.
I call them my grandsons. Since we have a no pet policy I figured it would be better to ask forgiveness than permission. Plus, cats don't make a mess like dogs. At least these three don't outside of the litter box. They are hilarious and entertaining just by themselves. And they all like me. I got a big kick out of having a cat or two to cuddle and pet.
I was supposed to leave for Boston Wednesday and not return until Friday afternoon. Sis and "the boys" would have the place to themselves. But the latest Noreaster made me rethink this mini-tour and I cancelled both Waltham and Farmington. It's a good thing. All but one pre-booking cancelled too.
We did the usual girlie things. Shopping, girl talk, happy hour out two nights, good food, favorite tv shows and lunch with my Albany ATF on Friday afternoon. He's a cool cucumber but I knew he was inwardly smiling about being a sandwich between two pretty ladies.
After, she and I stopped at a salvage yard on Erie Blvd. in Albany. I've been keeping an eye out for a large Paris Flea Market crystal chandelier. Oh, I can find them everywhere on the internet and in retail lightening stores. I just don't want to pay full price. Plus, I'd like something older. Well used and well loved in another life.
As we walked in the door my eyes lit up. There was crystal hanging from the ceilings everywhere. And old wood, mirrors, pedestals, columns, frames, etc. salvaged from old homes stacked along the walls. We were in heaven. I talked to the folks who worked there and they told me they could custom adorn an old chandelier frame for me, using the kind of crystals I prefer. Woohoo!
We wandered around a couple more places and then headed home for cocktails. No happy hour last night. Just an easy evening at home with Sis and the cats.
She's already home and says her floors look beautiful. I see her again for Thanksgiving if not before. The boys won't make the trip for that. Humans only.
I think I'm going to resurrect an old family tradition of serving Cold Duck with the turkey. She and I both like it so why not? Of course, we'll have a small dish of scalloped oysters. Another old English tradition that my Mom's side of the family observed. My son, I and her S O all love them.
I'm meeting someone from Fetlife.com today for a drink. He's a sub and seems very sweet in emails. We'll see. A circle of like minded friends here is much desired. Ones that I don't have to pretend about who I am.
Of course, there will always be an alter ego life for me no matter what my profession. It's a must. But I'm not complaining. I can't imagine a plain vanilla persona only. Not that there is anything wrong with being a straight arrow in society. It's just not me.
You are probably wondering why I have uttered not a peep about the election results. I'm not surprised at the outcome and I am disappointed. But I'm not looking backwards. We all have to go forward. I am hoping for an economic miracle. Hell, I want the guy in the White House to succeed at turning this economy around whether I like him or not.
However, I am extremely nervous about the ability of either party to hammer out a compromise to solve the fiscal cliff we are about to go over. The Pres has already stated that if he doesn't get his tax hikes on the wealthy he's not interested in cuts. Last I knew that isn't how compromise works. I'm flat out disgusted with both parties so I'm not just blaming him.
So as long as we have this uncertainly about our economy my business will probably continue to be so so. There ARE a handful of gals who are doing great. Most of them have established a clientele in an area over many years. I've moved too many damn times. I'm older. Despite stellar reviews, new pics, things are not where I'd like them to be.
I do have pre-bookings in Rochester for this upcoming week so I'm keeping a positive attitude that this trip will be a good one. It would be nice if I didn't have to travel all the time and could have a client base in the Albany area but I don't think that is realistic.
Still, touring can be lots of fun when it's busy. And I like to be busy. And I love being in big cities. Manhattan....I'll be down November 28 to December 1. Private digs for your pleasure.
I haven't forgotten about the rest of the sizzling review. Soon. I promise.
It's a gorgeous Upstate New York day and I'm about to head out to the gym. I'll stop in a couple of consignment shops along the way and then head home to get ready for my date.
Life is good. I hope you feel the same about yours.
Love and Hugs,
11/03/2012 - Holy Smokes It Is November Already
I'm having my usual Saturday morning cup of coffee, catching up on recording my journal moments. It's a beautiful, chilly, mostly sunny morning Upstate. I'm going to head to Albany to window shop and stop by the cemetery to leave a flag and some flowers for the upcoming Veteran's day.
I'm blessed with heat, power and water. Not so my many friends in greater NY, NJ and the city itself. My heart goes out to them and my prayers. My friend, LuLu, sexyhotfriend, lives in the city and has been updating me on what is happening. She was fortunate. She was above the power failure grid but she just got her hot water back yesterday. She admitted it was a small hardship compared to what others have suffered.
One of my first photographers and a friend lives on Long Beach, LI. Another client friend had just built and moved into a shore home in Jersey this summer.. I know the shore home is gone. I'm hoping my photographer friend's is not but it's not hopeful.
After living in Florida for seventeen years I saw hurricanes come and go. But I was fortunate not to ever be in an area when they had a big one. Oh, we'd had some brief power outages in Tampa but somehow, Tampa has managed to miss them all for decades.
How ironic that there has been more devastation in the Northeast since I moved here than where I resided in Florida. It was tornados in Georgia and Florida. Noreasters in the Northeast. Who would have imagined New York City being flooded? Wait....Al Gore. I'm no huge fan of Al but in this case, he was right.
We need to rebuild our nation's infrastructure. Homes along the shore need to be constructed of concrete AND on stilts. That's what has occurred in the Southeast after enough hurricans finally changed the building codes. Andrew was the cause of the now very strict building codes in Florida. And it's paid off.
But we're in the middle of a economic recovery. (I know that's wishful thinking) I wonder how likely any huge infrastructure program will be?
Enough.....get out and vote Tuesday!! I don't care who you vote for. Just get off your butt and do it. We need to get this election behind us and hopefully when it is.....I'll have you behind me.
I am heading to Waltham and Farmington, CT this week. I'm attending the Boston Meet and Greet so my time available will be limited but I DO have some time open. The next day I am heading down to Farmington for one night. Hopefully, it will be worth the time spent and money for gas and tolls. These days a road trip is not cheap. Still, my feet get itchy, I long to see my old friends at these events and am eager to meet new ones. I am working on bringing my new lover/filming partner with me to this one.
I am having some troubles cutting and pasting more of that 10/10 review from my Boston playmate. I'll add in an extra update if I'm successful. If not, it's on TER. VIP's can read it all or I'll give you the link here in a few days. You can have some midweek ready in either case.
Halloween was a bust. I had decorated my front window with spider web lights, a ghastly skeleton, bats, lit pumpkins and donned my makeup. I love Halloween and get a big kick out of the Trick or Treaters. I had one. I threw the candy out the next morning. It does not need to be on my hips. Not after how hard I've been working to have smaller ones.
Sandy put a damper on Halloween I'm afraid. But the inconvenience of a damper is a small price to pay compared to our friends to the south. Give them a word of encouragement. Or better yet, a helping hand. Whether it's in person or a donation to the Red Cross disaster fund. They are going to need it........big time.
I putzed around home this week until my ATF here spent the afternoon with me Thursday. We lounged on the living room bed/sofa, drank martinis and nibbled on shrimp, cheese, hummus and fresh veggies. Then we nibbled on each other. We didn't even bother to head into the boudoir. Sixtynining with me on top. I know,,,,he could have drowned. But, trooper that he is, he drank it all.
Last night, another old friend drove over from Vermont. The next time he visits we're going to head to the casino after. It's just down the street. Something I did for the first time ever this past week.
I was a bit bored, had time to kill before the gym and thought, "I think I'll go waste my money in the slot machines."
We have a beautiful casino and Trotter horse race track here. Mostly slot machines, some card games, not much. I got a big kick out of the make up of the afternoon crowd. All Seniors. And then I thought.....hell girl, you're one of them. Hahahahaha. I forget that I'm supposed to be one of them. You KNOW that's a tough pill for ME to swallow.
I didn't even mind losing my money. It was a nice change in the middle of a grey, dreary afternoon. And I found the disco that has a big crowd on the weekends. Live music Friday nights. DJ Saturday nights. And they are not Senior Citizens. Those folks have had the early bird special and are asleep, in bed. Where I probably should be. NOT!
I'm all excited about Thanksgiving this year. I'm hosting my Sis, her S O and my son in my new place. It has a kick ass kitchen, open floor plan and it will be fun. Sis isn't up to preparing a big meal at her home this year but she'll help. When she needs to rest, she can sit in the dining area and yak with me.
The next day after Thanksgiving, I'll put my CD's of the Messiah, Mannheim Steamroller and more favorites on the sound system. Yes I have an Ipod. No I don't use it.
I'll lovingly lug out all the Christmas decorations. I bought a new 7 1/2 foot artifical tree this year and new decorations to add to my collection. It's going in the gorgeous street side Victorian bay window.
A bottle of champagne will be in the ice bucket and I'll make Kir Royales. I will yet again celebrate my yearly tradition of preparing for the holidays. If you'd like to help, let me know. I totally enjoy doing it alone, as I have for years, but company is always enjoyed. As long as you bring more champagne. lol
My Florida departure may slide into January. I'll see how the next few weeks go and post any changes on the calendar here.
Life is good. I can sleep when I pass.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
10/30/2012 - I Am Okay
Upstate New York missed Sandy. Thanks for asking. I'll update more this week.
In the meantime, I am home in the Capital District and open for business. I will now offer INCALL AND OUTCALL with 24 hours notice for new friends. The incall will be a hotel. The outcall is up to you.
INCALL for old friends at my location. Shorter notice dependent on my availability and how horny I am. And.....I'm always horny.
Fall donations have changed so go to my www.eros.com Albany ad. Jim can't update this GFE special until he returns home.
Life is good. The next update will feature the continuation of that hot 10/10 TER review.
10/28/2010 - Hurricane Anneke and Election Be Over
Hello My Darling Boys,
Lest you think I'm being my usual egotistical self, a fan from Virginia asked me yesterday if there had ever been a hurricane named Anneke. I thought it was pretty funny. Personally, I'd rather they not use that name. That's a dubious honor.
I'm home. I've had my fill of coffee, the Sunday morning news and I'm in the process of unpacking from this past week's tour. I had a lot of luggage this week. Why? Because I had a photo shoot in the middle of my visits to Parsippany and Hershey. One has to be prepared for every eventuality during the shoot.
I'd never worked with Scott Church before and from everything I'd heard he was the consummate professional. I wanted to equally as professional.
Parsippany sucked. The phone rang, the emails flourished, appointments booked and then the no shows and the cancellations began. And the same thing happened in Hershey. Needless to say, while I thoroughly enjoyed those of you I did spend time with, this tour left me with a bad taste in my mouth. No pun intended.
The bright spots were the photo shoot, a thunder boomer on Friday afternoon, a beautiful dinner date with an old cherished friend from Chicago and some beautiful drives in the Pennsylvania countryside. Hershey is a lovely, picture perfect town.
I always focus on the highlights everytime I go on the road. Otherwise I'd probably never tour again.
Ever the optimist I always hope the next time at home and the next tour will be a good one. Sometimes they are. Other times, not so much. VERY frustrating and I assume that you get sick of hearing that here. However, this journal is about my real life trials and tribulations as well as the glorious experiences. You get both if you read this.
I briefly stopped at my Sis's on the way down the Thruway on Tuesday. I needed to leave a key to my place for her. She's remodeling and when they redo the hardwood floors she will stay here. Hopefully it will be when I'm home. It would be fun to have her and her S O here for a few days. And all the kitty cats. One, I call my adopted grandson. He's my ATF of the 3.
He was rescued from under a car in Atlanta at 4 weeks of age. He and his sisters. His mama was gone and they were abandoned. My tender hearted sister could not stand to see them die from starvation and dehydration. She brought them back on the plane and nursed them to health.
She already had two grown cats, so 5 was not an option. She adopted out the two girls and kept the lone male. The one who wouldn't leave her lap. He hasn't changed. He is the sweetest thing and if I could ever have a cat again, I'd chose one like him. A love.
On to New Jersey and the Short Hills mall and the fur vault. It was time to pick up "the coat." It had been cleaned and glazed and after showing ID I was able to walk out with it under my arm. It weighs a ton and I'm always a wreck having it with me. But I wanted to use it in the shoot.
I drove to the home of my coat benefactor to spend the night before the tour began. We had a lovely dinner and then went back to his place for a little fun. He's such an easy person to please. A true gentleman.
Next morning, I heard the garage doors open and close and he left for work. He didn't want to awaken me so he just left. Thanks again darlin'.
On to Parsipanny and my hotel home for two days. The desk clerk always remembers me and she goes out of her way to make sure I have a fabulous room. There's not much to chose from in Parsippany but this upgrade rivaled any 4 star hotel. It was greatly appreciated. The few friends I did entertain were impressed too. I gave her a little tip when I left. Something one of my friends taught me a while back. It works well when you need a better room at check in. It also works when you plan to return. Plus, she deserved it.
On to Lebanon and the photographer's studio. I've really never spent any time in Pennsylvania. I'm always amazed at what a beautiful, rural place it is. It's a lot like upstate NY with rolling hills, quaint little towns and farm land in abundance. We could feed the world with America's farm produce if the politics allowed.
Scott's studio is on the second floor of a downtown Victorian store front. A HIGH second floor. Thankfully he hauled my luggage up two sets of steep stairs.
Upstairs, I met his make up artist Sarah and we planned what I would wear for the shoot and in what order it would progress. He has a fabulous space with lots of different rooms. High ceilings, huge mouldings and different tableaus set up.
Sarah finished my makeup. I'd already provided the foundation for it that morning. I've learned that we girls know best and I asked her to add some touches that I knew would work for me.
And the fun began. First, a classy black dress, my Louboutin heels, black stockings, lots of pearls. Then we added a black fascinator and black satin gloves.
Next set, a cheetah print pencil skirt, a really low cut knit top, cinched in waist with a wide black belt and red stilettos. Which you'll never see darn it. The camera didn't include the shoes.
It was set in a library with an old desk, typewriter and old rotary phone. I held my glasses as the "slutty secretary." He loved it and it turned out to be our favorite set.
Next, "the coat" and a beautiful Armani beaded dress under it. This is my second favorite.
Lastly, a velvet corset, black hand rolled stockings and rhinestone jewelry. Posed on a huge bed in the corner of the main studio.
He did the adjusting right there in the studio and I left with 12 finished photos and 400 plus others in their raw state. Annekexposed update for sure. You will see them on annekepleasures.com when Jim gets off the road again. Sorry boys, out of my control.
We chatted while he finished the editing and we all hugged as I left. I will be working with Scott again. He and Sarah are a joy to work with.
You CAN see examples of them on my www.eros.com ad. Look at the Eros map and choose Albany. I'm not hard to find. There's almost no one on the Albany Eros site.
Hold it you say. If there's almost no one on the Albany Eros site where are they? There have to be more gals in the Capital District right? Oh, there sure are. Want to guess where they ALL are? Except for Sara, bless her heart.
Yep.....you guessed it freakin' Backpage. And you want to know why? I'm finding out that YOU are going there in increasing numbers. And other gals in this business who are legitimate and upscale are advertising there now too.
Why? It's cheap and they don't screen and you think you're going to find a diamond in the rough. In New York City some of the very top end girls are there now too. It's the old adage if you can't beat 'em you have to join 'em.
And it looks like that is what I'm going to have to do. Against all my instincts. Albany LE is all over that site. So I'll have to screen, screen, screen. And my donations will stay the same. It makes me sick that it's come to this. But as my Sis says, "you have to do what you have to do." It's all about numbers of viewers.
It's not just here. It's everywhere. Hopefully once this damn election is over things will settle down and men will return to their senses. And you'll go back to the classy sites that are upscale, the girls are legit, there are way fewer pimps and most gals care about the service you receive.
Remember, a 20 year old hottie on Backpage isn't writing her ad. The pimp is. Or LE is. That's the truth, not sour grapes. That's why they don't screen and that's why it's 80 to 100. As in all of life, you get what you pay for. And if it's too easy to make an appointment, be careful.
So support your local legitimate provider boys. She has bills to pay too. And you know she'll take VERY good care of you. And please, make sure you check her reviews on www.theeroticreview.com before. That way there's a good chance you won't get ripped off, robbed or arrested.
But hey, life is still good. It's better than working at Walmart and I have those of you who do care about quality.
Hugs and Kisses,
10/19/2012 - Rain Rain Indoor Games
Hello My Darling Boys,
It is another dreary, rainy gray day here. Thankfully we've had a couple of lovely, sunny days in a row. With spots of sunshine within others. I've been able to do my Gadabout Gaddis routine and hit the back roads and byways to gaze at the evolving colors.
Here in the city it's warmer so we still have some breathtaking views as I drive up and down the city lanes. I'm always amazed at the beauty of this lovely Victorian town. Most cities seems to have a seamy area. Oh, perhaps there is a house here and there but I've yet to find the ghetto. There isn't one.
A lot of folks don't know that New York State isn't one huge parking lot. Once you leave Metropolitan New York we become an agricultural state. You can google what we do. The Hudson Valley is famous for artisal produce, cheese and meats. Hudson Valley fois gras is prized. And yes, I love it and order when I can. The Culinary Arts Institute is in Hyde Park.
Of course the farm stands are stuffed with apples, cider, maple syrup, (yes, we do that too). Bittersweet branches, corn stalks, gourds and pumpkins are everywhere this year.
Last year's Hurricane Irene all but wiped out the pumpkin crop in 2011. This year they are in abundance. I will probably buy mine this weeknd. But I'll wait until I get back from next week's tour to carve it.
So, I've had afternoons of pure delight driving around country roads. Today I'm heading over to Amsterdam for another estate sale. Even in the rain. Hey, it's something to do.
There sure is no business this week. Everyone seeme to be in hibernation since that stupid Zumba madam got busted and the airwaves are full of political hot air. It's like the whole country is holding it's breath. I predict the phone will start ringing more once the election is over.
It's been the gym every day and doing admin. Lots of ads need to be attended to as I'm heading to the Morristown, NJ and Hershey, PA areas next week. I am spending the night with my friend who gave me "the coat" Monday night. Picking up "the coat" Tuesday and then checking in to have some fun. Hopefully there will be folks to have it with and although the phone is ringing they seem to get lost between the phone and my appointment page. No way, pre-election, I'm skipping any part of that.
Photo shoot in Hershey with Scott Church Thursday afternoon. Wish me luck and good visages.
AS PROMISED, HERE'S NUMBER ONE IN A SERIES OF INSTALLMENTS OF MY LATEST REVIEW. HE GAVE ME A 10/10. THAT IS HUGE. FOR OBVIOUS REASONS I DON'T WANT TO LINK "HIS FANTASY RECOLLECTIONS".
"Non VIPs: Setting up with Anneke was really easy – naturally you have to have some credentials like a couple of White Lists or some credible reviews –(MY NOTE HERE, OR REFERENCES) but aside from that it was rather fun because Anneke seems to like you to email and flirt a bit. She is an extremely well educated, talented and versatile lady so I think she has the innate good judgment and 6th sense to be able to pretty much know who she wants to see and not see after a couple of emails. She seems to enjoy younger lads – but please – older guys (like me) you’ll feel really comfortable and perfectly fulfilled intellectually and sexually with my pal Anneke.
VIPs: Anneke had set herself up in one of the classiest hotel franchises in America – that’s who she is “class”!!! When I got to her door – it was slightly ajar and behind it was this strikingly poised Nordic beauty w. bedroom eyes just exuding sex!! The door was barely closed as we fell into each other’s arms smothering one other with deep, wet sexual French Kisses. I’m sorry – a couple of minutes of this and both our clothes were all over the floor in abandon and we were diving onto the bed - a bare-assed duo - primed for a sexual romp.
Anneke quickly had my stiff hard cock between her lips and deep into her mouth – stopping only for a second to admire Junior and pass him a compliment. Meanwhile I was enjoying licking, sucking and gobbling at her huge beautiful nippled breasts – I could tell by the way Anneke had my cock back to her throat that she was enjoying too. But – here’s a secret for you guys – Anneke has a personal film library on her website and you can buy any number of videos to download easily for short money! I bought her video on “How to Eat a Pussy” – now I really don’t need much instruction on how to do my most favorite thing on this earth but I just wanted to get the nuance of what Anneke might like and what to expect from her. Remember Anneke is a “squirter extraordinaire” and besides wanting to get to know a beautiful sexy woman - it was some tasty real squirt that I wanted – it’s the way I really can tell I’ve pleased my partner and I love to please!!"
STAY TUNED.........FOR INSTALLMENT TWO.
I have a civilian date last evening. It was open mike night at the local coffee house. We'd chatted via email but it was the first time to meet. 6'2", very cute, nice guy. Appropriately kinky to match my own kinkiness.
We stood as much of the caterwalling as we could and headed to a quiet place to talk. And then their band started so we departed for another. Their musician was playing. ARGH! Outside for our beers and fun conversation. It's so nice to meet someone open minded and tolerant. A friend who wants to be accepted for his lifestyle choices and who is totally cool with mine.
Perfect gentleman that he was, he insisted on walking me home. His jaw dropped when I showed him my place. I'd told him about my design business intentions and he said, "I had no idea it would look this good." Obviously, that made me smile. Hopefully, potential clients will feel the same and want my services to make their place look beautiful.
A kiss goodnight and we might go dancing next weekend. Lovely evening with a lovely guy.
I hope that "erotic installment" made wading through my boring leaf peeping and daily life observations worth while. I'm off to my Sis's this weekend to help her with decorating choices for her home remodel. And to see a big annual show one of the service organizations puts on.
I secured my domaine name for my future redesign business. Next, business license, website design, certification, etc. Lots to plan the next few months but I do have the time. Wish me luck with this too! I'm excited to be starting another job that I love.
Life is good. Have a fabulous weekend darlings!
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
10/15/2012 - Fall Foliage Fiasco
Hello My Honeys,
I'm home,having my second cup of coffee and enjoying the brief sunshine. There has been so much gray lately it's delightful. It's going to cloud up again soon.
The little piggy finches cleaned the feeder out while I was away. After I get out of my pj's and into workout clothes I'll refill it. So no birdy entertainment this morning.
I left Boston/Waltham Saturday after checkout and lunch with my morning date. I'd had enough. Thankfully my very last adventure was a humdinger. THE best Thunder Boomer I'd had in forever. He's in the process of posting a review on TER so I'm going to wait and give you the explicit details in installments on the next several updates. It's HOT!
Making that statement says a lot because it was not a week without other Thunder Boomers. Thankfully I did have some great sex. I sure didn't have much business.
Wednesday morning I left early for the long drive to Portland, ME. It's 5 hours. No avoiding it. And in the rain so leaf peeping was out of the question.
I'd had no inquiries but was looking forward to a Thursday morning date with an old friend. He's a delightful mature gentleman who travels the world. We have a lot in common and I was looking forward to seeing him again.
The hotel was lovely and the room a departure from what this chain usually offers. Instead of the shotgun suite the room was laid out, right to left. Great living room upon entering, bathroom and boudoir to my left. And a view of the Portland airport. Those of you who have traveled there will know what I'm talking about.
I unpacked the necessities. I don't bother unloading my suitcases when I'm only in a place for one night. I freshened up and headed down to the bar/restaurant after relaxing with a couple of my favorite HGTV shows. I needed to unwind from the long drive first.
Leggings, a form fitting top and up to the knee boots completed my outfit. Comfy and still flattering.
The manager's happy hour was still going but this one allowed you to sit at the bar and order dinner too. I opted for the steamed lobster with grilled asparagus. Vodka, rocks to cut back the carbs.
Cute younger guy to my right, very interesting older guy to my left. Both were fun to speak with as I dug in the lobster dinner. You can't be dainty as you dine on lobster. And I am not. I tied that cheesy plastic bib around my neck, pulled the big napkin over my lap and thoroughly enjoyed every fresh, delicious morsel. They sell them at the Portland docks for 5.99 a pound so you know this dinner was a bargain.
Satiated but not stuffed I headed back to my room. I found an email from someone who was staying in Portland that night who wanted to see me. Within a few email exchanges I had verified him and knew he was in MY hotel. Apparently he had seen me entering for dinner and since he'd just perused Eros, knew or thought he knew, who I was.
I've changed my hairdo so he wasn't positive. I'm attempting to let it get longer so there was a point in time where we had to make both sides of the asymetrical cut the same length. To my dismay, my hairdresser cut the longer side shorter than the short side. In other words, a crappy haircut.
I've been futzing around with this disaster for almost 10 days, unable to make it look anything like a hairdo. I'm happy to say I finally figured out an acceptable way to style it. But this is going to be painful, trying to go from short to longer hair. Bear with me boys. In the end it will look great. In between now and then, I'm doing the best I can.
You'll see where I am, hair and body wise, in the next photo shoot on October 25. Add a new review on TER and those of you who wonder if I look the same as my current photos will find out. Still fabulous darling! (tongue in cheek but hopefully true)
I've wandered off the story line course again. Sorry. After some starts and stops trying to get Paypal to do what it's supposed to do our fun began. Tall, nice looking and ready to go. As was I. It had been since the week before that I'd had any fun. So, yes, I was horny!
We took our time and he didn't leave until after 1:30. My date that morning was at 9am. Not much sleep. But I was up at 7, primping and grabbing a quick breakfast. He called and I directed him up. We always chat a lot before. Some of you like to chat after. Some of you don't do either.
What do I prefer? It really doesn't matter as long as you are having your fantasy fulfilled. Of course, I always like spending some time getting to know you but some folks just can't or won't go there and I always respect your privacy. Still, it's much nicer for me making that connection. Fortunately, the in, off and out date is rare. My screening usually tells me what is likely to occur.
How so? The content of your contact tells me much. If you're in a big hurry, you're really not coming to see me. You're just hoping to cum with anyone who attracts you. That is where men and civilian women are so different. And that's why I always state that I think providers are more like men than other women. I think we've been given that extra shot of testosterone that makes US horny just as often as you are.
The civilian woman doesn't compartmentalize the sexual experience like a guy does. She's most always emotionally invested somehow. We providers can separate love from lust and let me tell you, I'm one lusty woman. Thank the stars!
Thursday late morning I packed up and headed back down the Maine turnpike. Waltham was my destination and it's always been a great place to tour. The phone was ringing, emails were forthcoming but no one either 1. wanted to screen or 2. wanted to wait. Everyone wanted a last minute, you don't need to know who I am date.
Sorry.....not doing that. Ever. Especially right before the election. The Kennebunkport madame had already made the news. The timing was bad for Waltham but it had been worse for Portland. I tightened the screws down on the screening. And while that meant I had few dates in Waltham it also meant I wasn't wearing orange. Because you know who DID call.
Thankfully, my ATF in the Boston area did respond and we had our usual hollering and yelling kick ass date Thursday night. He's a love and a very kinky boy. But he set me on my heels when he told me after the big moment that I hadn't been myself the last time we'd met. He knew I was having a hard time. I think it was during all the moving stuff from Florida, scrapping by time. Stress does a lot of not so nice things to us, doesn't it?
Gulp! I don't ever want to hear that stuff. Because that means I'm not doing my best even if I thought I was. He said, "Hey, you are only human." And I asked, "Well, how about tonight?" I was BACK TO MY OLD SELF, he replied. Phew!
The next day an old filming partner now becoming a lover arrived mid-afternoon. All my scheduled dates had fallen apart or disappeared. When he walked into my embrace we were both ready to lose ourselves in each other. He's a wonderful kisser but it didn't take long before he was diving between my legs. I just KNEW this was going to be a good one and when I was getting close and he started to pull away I begged, "Don't stop!" He did not and I hit the ceiling.
I love those take over your whole body, rip your insides out, curl your toes orgasms. I hadn't had one of those in a long, long time and I needed one. I thanked him and said, "time for me to return the favor." We wanted to be joined in that ages old position. We're a perfect fit and it wasn't long that he exploded, me along with him, again.
We kissed goodbye, happily satisfied. Thanks darlin'! Hopefully, we are going to film again in the future.
Later, I walked across the street to a local restaurant. I sat at the crowded bar, next to this nice looking gentleman. I was introduced around and found that he was the owner and the other gent, the manager. We spent a lovely time chatting about life and more. After cocktails, a braised Chilean Sea Bass dinner, I had no tab. What a nice ending to the day. I left a big tip for the bartender and walked back to my hotel.
While it hadn't been a lucrative day it had been pleasant, despite the frustrations. I'd already cancelled my downtown Boston hotel. There was no point piling up more expense and no profit. I've been to Back Bay several times over the past 8 years. They wouldn't miss me this time.
More about THE thunder boomer of the year next update. In his words. I'm cutting and pasting his review, in segments.
Life is good. Especially when you have two Thunder Boomers in a row. Now come see me this week while I'm back in the Capital District. I'm around until next Monday or Tuesday.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
10/01/2012 - October Already
Hello My Darling Boys,
It's a dreary day again. We've hardly seen the sun since last Thursday. Fortunately the temperature is mild. The foliage is heading toward peak but the leaves are much more beautiful when the sun is shining through them. Come on out Sun!
There is a luminosity that you see here like no where else in the world. Except perhaps Northern China. There's also a vibrance and wide range in the display of colors. A lot of that attributable to a preponderence of Sugar Maples. That is why this part of the US is my favorite place to be in the fall.
As a child, I remember huge piles of leaves in our yard. We'd all help with the raking and them once accumulated we'd play in the leaves. After Dad would burn them. Of course, our eyes would be big as saucers watching the flames. The smell of burning leaves was wonderful.
In the spirit of cleaner air those days are gone. But they are glorious memories of fall colors. Vibrant mums. Corn stalks piled up and the dogs running around our yard, in and out of the leaves.
We raised English setters. Not a common breed but one of the sweetest, most sensitive dogs on the planet, in my opinion. Dad used them for bird dogs when we were small. In later years, they became more like household pets.
When we cried, they were sad and when we laughed, one of our gals would actually smile. If I didn't live in a no pet apartment OR travel I might have one of that breed. Might I say. I really don't want to be tied down and a pet is a huge responsibility. Even more so a dog. Still, I miss them.
I awakened the other morning to see as yet unidentified bird at my feeder. I'd written to Sis, she's a birder too and an email was there saying, "it's probably a house finch." I looked in my Audobon book to identify it but no listing.
Then I remembered that the internet has to have the technology for that. And, of course it did. www.whatbird.com There I found my little friend. It WAS a house finch. Probably an immature male. (not even touching that comment) I had a great time at the site listening to the bird calls and reading about what is native to New York. The habitat for birds has changed with the change in climate. No more boring stuff. I promise.
I've started to pack for my Syracuse tour. I leave tomorrow morning and already have pre-bookings. I'll be back home Friday afternoon if you Albany Area boys need an Anneke Fixxx.
So what have I been up too? Well, biz is slow here. But we all knew that would be the case. So, I decided to up the ante for action.
I'd meet a member of www.fetlife.com for drinks and dinner a couple of weeks ago. I'd posted for friends on the site. And some wrote. All male of course hoping I was a sure thing for their recreational needs. I said, friends first, we'll see.
Well, some wanted a guarantee and I wouldn't do that. Hell, I haven't even met you yet dude. There's a little matter of chemistry and compatability. At least for me there is. I know the male species. It's more, "I have a hard on and I'm horny so let's go." And I have you, my darling boys. That does change the playing field.
So, after my dinner date we walked back to my place to get some lessons in "knots." Yes, knots. He was a dom and he loved tying people up and putting them in cages. I laughed like hell and said, "you know what? I should learn a few knots and I definitely want to borrow one of your cages."
He showed me a couple of basic knots and then demonstrated how you could use them. Yes, he tied me up. You are probably thinking, "holy crap Anneke. You let some stranger tie you up?" Boys, I've developed a sixth sense about who is a creep and who is not. This guy was perfectly safe. I gave him my Iphon and we took some pictures of me trussed up like a turkey. Hilarious.
I really wish I could post them here. This site doesn't allow me that option. Jim would have to do it. And he's driving a big rig somewhere until mid-October. Plus, they'd go on www.annekexposed.com not here.
I did send one to my friend Sheree and she laughed herself silly. The imperious Leo Anneke tied up. Hahaha!
We said goodnight and kept in touch. This last week we met for breakfast and then went Thrift Store shopping. Wait.......! You did what Anneke? You didn't bop the guy? You didn't take him to the boudoir? Nope, I said friends remember? So after breakfast we visited the thrift stores and the Salvation Army shops.
Actually it was fun shopping with him. Not many guys would do that and he's not gay. I collect crystal decanters and I actually found a lovely etched one for 3.99. It now has sweet vermouth in it for my Manhattans when I make them.
I'd had an inquiry about an adventure to Schenectady on Friday. In the meantime, I received an email and some photos from a young guy who'd done some filming. Would I be interested in filming with him? Very cute, well equipped and a gentleman in his correspondence. A brain too. Rare these days with the I-Y generation.
I kind of put him in the back of my mind for future reference. Then I thought, get off you butt girlie. And I sent him a text and asked if he'd like to get together for a drink. He said yes and Friday evening we met at one of the old Grand Dame hotels in town.
Classy guy. Better looking in person. Tall and yummy. And yes, he had an audition. Thank God I have a mattress pad on the living room couch. WhooHoo!
And you thought all I did was watch birds. Ha!
Life is good.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
9/24/2012 - Fall IS In the Air
The maples are starting to turn where I live. I've hung a bird feeder in the back yard, thanks to a gift from a generous friend. There's a fall wreath on the front door and I've replaced the plantings in my porch boxes with mums and savoy cabbages. Perky red mums highlight each side of the front steps.
We have a lot of squirrels so the folks at the bird store said to use safflower seed in my feeder. Supposedly the squirrels don't like it but the song birds do.
My son hung it for me around 5:30 last evening. This morning the chickadees and the nuthatches were already feeding when I awakened. They were my entertainment while I sipped my first coffee of the day.
A little chipmunk ate the dropped seeds. He's having a great time benefitting from the seed my feathered friends spill. No sign of the squirrels thankfully. They are a nuisance.
It doesn't take a lot to make me satisfied in life. Beautiful surroundings, good food and drink, pretty and fashionable attire, nice people, world class sex, occasional travel and great music. Not necessarily in that order. None of which have to cost a lot of money if you are careful shopping and plan ahead. And I do like to shop. :-)
The living, dining room and kitchen are all freshly painted. Walls and woodwork.
I spent a whole $14 on quarter round to trim my big beautiful doorways. Benjamin Moore Navajo White is the trim. A Restoration Hardware warm gray is on the walls in the living room and accents two areas in the kitchen. A light, sunny yellow completes the kitchen. Home Depot mixes the colors for me and that saves me a lot of money while attaining the same look.
Accents of black, creamy white, silver, gold and big punches of bright yellow are the palette. I love it! Very French with contemporary touches and homey accents.
I'm not done but I'm getting closer to completion. It's been a blast doing all of this and I would love doing it for others. That's the end goal. Adding a redesign and home staging business to my list of "things to do" in life. It's been very satisfying to have started with an empty apartment on April 1 and to now be living in a beautiful abode.
If the Anneke phone stops ringing I'll need something else to fill my time. I have no control over when that will occur so I'm trying to plan ahead if and when it does.
I had a short tour in downstate NY last week. Two nights in Westchester. One of them occupied with a "social" gathering of hobbyists and providers in Manhattan, Wednesday evening.
After an short cab ride to the White Plains train station and a quick express train into the city I arrived at Grand Central in no time.
I didn't want to be too early for the party so I stopped in the Oyster Bar at Grand Central for a martini. I'd never been to their cozy little bar before. A Ketel one martini, an oyster shooter and a very convivial crowd. I'll do it again. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to find this little gem.
On to the party at an upscale boutique hotel in Midtown East. Even the Pope couldn't have gotten into this party without the host's cell number and my own personal pin number. It was an upscale gathering of a smaller nature. One that I prefer.
There were more gals than guys. Mostly very young gals. Some old friends were present and many new acquaintances were made. Hopefully I'll get to know some of them a whole lot better in the future. I think I've found a new doubles partner. Lovely Lina. Look her up. She's a red headed, voluptuous Irish beauty.
I pressed the flesh for a couple of hours and headed back. I hadn't had dinner and I was eager to find a place to have a quick bite to eat. However, nothing around Grand Central was open. I had about 5 minutes to spare to catch my train so dinner would have to be missed. I'd not waste away to nothing missing one meal.
I had an early call who didn't show up the next morning so I hopped on our gal's site to see if he was one of the bad boys. He was. I waited until I got home to inform him he'd been black listed again. Even though we'd met before he'd decided to be a jerk. Now it's verified that he's still at it.
Two days later I got a text message that he would send a donation to make up for it. He'd had an accident and his leg was broken in three places. Un-huh and pigs can fly. I told him to send me an email and I'd send him a Paypal invoice. That would tell me how sincere he was. Well, you know he never did. Ha!
I'd stopped in my Sis's on the way back from the city. She's out of all the casts, off the walker and starting to get around to do small tasks. Tired out for sure but well on the mend. Then I picked up my Son and he's been working on a long list of chores since Thursday evening. I'll bring him back tomorrow.
I couldn't have done all I wanted to do here without his help. And I've enjoyed spending time and cooking for him. My living room becomes the guest room and music fills the air while he's working. It's great having a handy man for a son. Especially one who loves music as much as I do.
Life is good. I'll be around the Capital District until I head to Syracuse next week, October 3-5 for a short tour. Hope to see you soon.
Love and Kisses,
9/14/2012 - Home Sweet Home
I'm finally home after my ten day tour of Pennsylvania. I've never been so glad to get back from a tour. I've turned into a real homebody. Especially since the town I live in is so fabulous.
Oh, don't get me wrong. Other cities are great. Bigger, more to offer in some respects but I just seem to fit exactly right where I am. So Sara of Albany and I are meeting for drinks and dinner tonight, downtown. It will be good to catch up.
Pittsburgh was dynamite. There were more of you to go around than me. And with the exception of one very scary almost appointment, it was a fabulous tour. I'll be back.
There is a local site call www.indys.com that caters to Western Pennsylvania and Eastern Ohio. Few know about it outside the area although you can advertise on other cities. It has a unique system where you can be vouched within the site. The protocol is to send a private message within the site. That way, you know the person is vouched who sends it, since they have to log in with their user name and password.
One gent, sent me an email to annekepleasures saying he was an Indys member. I insisted he private message me from Indys. He said he couldn't, his computer was at home, blah, blah, blah. He gave me his name there and I did a search, finding posts from him back to 2008.
This is where I screwed up. I allowed him to use that instead of insisting he send me that private message. He could be anyone using someone else's vouched membership. That little green box shows up on posts.
We were to meet Tuesday evening. Earlier in the day, Summer of South Florida and I were talking and she told me, "be careful, another girl from Florida had gotten busted in Pittsburgh. The cop was a so called vouched Indys member.
Not only had he not followed my instructions, now we added this wrinkle to the mix. I was nervous. But I thought, I'll keep an eye out and route him through the keyed back door, keeping an eye on the parking lot. I'd already cased the perimeter.
He texted and said he was running late. When he still didn't show up my nervousness increased. I'm thinking, he's setting a sting up. So I called. He said he had a flat tire. Finally he arrives and says he's parked where I asked him to but I don't see anyone new. I ask him what kind of car he is driving and to step out of his car. I can look right out my window. Nothing. He is furious. He's never had to do this before, blah, blah, blah. I explain why this has to be. He's sputtering and fuming. It's my experience that those who bluster usually are guilty of something.
Now I'm really spooked and I call again. Where are you? "I'm paranoid." I say, "why don't we forget this" and he agrees.
I'll never know if he was just a jerk or really a cop. But there's a BIG lesson in this. I was lucky. Don't EVER skip even one small step in the verification process. I refused to see anyone else from Indy's Pittsburgh after that. Only Eros folks who were total gentlemen, totally compliant and just as sexy and sweet as they could be.
So.....I'll go back, wiser and even more cautious. If I advertise on Indys they will have to give me two references from known providers with their own websites before I see them. Vouched or not. One time a mistake, life's lesson not yet learned. Two times and you're stupid.
One Tuesday afternoon hottie really made me smile. We just clicked from the first kiss. And that was the reason why. He was a fabulous kisser for me. Our lips and our style matched perfectly. I absolutely hate it when someone starts sucking on my lips and biting them. Or worse, sucking on my chin. I don't know what there is about it but I don't like feeling that my lips are going down a vacuum cleaner hose. Hint, hint boys. Take it easy will you. If you hurt my delicate lips, I'm out of business. Plus I'm totally turned off.
When that happens, I head south. Real quick.
I packed early Wednesday morning in Pittsburgh as I had a dinner date in Johnstown, along the way to State College. Sort of.
A last minute, but perfectly verifiable hottie was arriving at 10:30 and I had to check out at noon. He arrived on time and I was able to get away on schedule. Until I headed to the AT and T store to pay my cell phone bill.
I almost swallowed my tongue when the monthly total said, $385.++ I let out a gasp and grabbed a customer service guy. He went online and found what I guessed. Those were roaming charges for 3 days in Montreal on top of my monthly service. Even with the international plan. F- $%^(*G rip off in my opinion.
I'm going to have to think twice before I return. OR, get a Montreal throwaway cell phone for when I am there. That's what I used to have to do in London and Ireland.
I arrived in Johnstown early for my 6:30 date. I thought, I'll wander around downtown. Except there is nothing downtown. Of course, I didn't know everything really happens in the burbs but it was a depressing walk. After the flood, 50,000 people left the area. The population went from 75,000 to 25,000 and it's obvious that in downtown, the poor were left behind.
Storefront after storefront of state and federal assistance agencies. Almost no retail operations of any interest or consequence. No restaurant or bars outside of one and the Holiday Inn. My destination.
I found a drugstore and bought a paperback novel. It was a beautiful day so I found a bench in the shade and lost myself in yet another Nora Roberts romance fantasy. Hey, I'm a hopeless romantic. I'll never give up the hope that I just might find Mr. Right some day. Of course, he'll have to fall out of the sky into my lap. LOL I ain't looking for him!
It was time to head over to the hotel but I was still early. Right about the moment I was parking my car the phone rang. My beau to be was calling to see where I was. He was surprised I was in the parking garage but he said to come ahead. Pun intended.
I waited in the lobby with my little bag of tricks. We had met 7 years before on the west coast of Florida for a fab overnight. I certainly had remembered him when he contacted me.
He looked great and we walked to his room. We caught up on old times over a splash of Glenlivet. I had to be careful. I had a 100 mile drive to State College yet. But there was dinner and time between then and my departure.
Since we had time to kill we whiled away the minutes with me mostly between his legs. He wanted me to take him to the brink and leave him there so he would be excited during dinner. We'd finish what we started later.
Surprisingly we had a first class dinner in a restaurant called The Back Door. Stop smirking! I have to admit I smirked myself. But it was a first class dining experience. We each had our own cup of fresh mushroom soup, shared a Caesar and a rabbit entree with fresh creamed corn. Finishing with a shared Creme Brulee. It's a good way to dine well and not ruin a diet.
Back at the ranch, we had our finale. He almost going to sleep before I slipped out the door for my drive to State College.
If I'd had a brain I would have stayed there because I didn't get to the home of Penn State until 11 pm. I crashed, not setting the alarm and awakened at 10 am the next morning. No appts and one waiting for me in Binghamton at 3 pm.
That was a 205 mile dash that said 4 hours on the GPS. It was 4 with pit stops and a very quick lunch. I'd missed breakfast. My suitor was gracious and we bumped our rendevous until 3:30.
I put the key in the room at 2:50. Unpacked the necessities for our encounter and hopped in the tub. I JUST made it. Phew......I thought.
He arrived with two bottles of wine. I had an errand to run after so again, I was sipping very sparkingly. We had our fun conversation and began the romp. At almost the culmination of fun he said, "I'd like to share a fantasy with you. When I was a boy, Playboy was something scarce. At 8 years old the only naked breasts I'd ever seen was in National Geographic. One day, I took my model cars down to the neighborhood stream. I loved building them."
He continued to tell me that once at the stream, he found a Playboy left by some fishermen. In it, the topless model smashed a model car with her heel. He was imprinted for life. He said he had an ATF in DC that he had seen for years. He would always bring a little model car and she would stomp on it.
I looked at him and said, "So, do you have another in your bag?" He replied, "I do," and fished out a bright red remote controlled car. He piloted it around the room and I told him I thought it was a shame to smash it. He said he had a case of them.
What I haven't told you was that he also had a boot fetish. And of course I was wearing those kick ass boots on the opening page of my website. Now I stomped on his little car, smashing it in one stomp. I gave it a couple of good stomps more. It was a goner.
He was so excited and still standing, I finished him with a BBBJTCCIM. I laughed and said, "this is one for the journal. Do you mind?" He did not.
I said, "next time, bring me an extra car. It would have been fun to put it under my Christmas tree and smile as folks ask me why it was there." I know, I'm a naughty girl.
One dear old friend early this morning, bearing Starbucks. We'd been busy doing other very naughty things to each other the last time we met. This was HIS first time for an Anneke BBJTCCIM. He left smiling.
I was home in 2hrs. 40 minutes. The windows are open and I've watered my plants. I bought a fall wreath for my front door and a ceramic French style rooster for my kitchen. I'm all unpacked and the first load of laundry is done. I'm going to take a little nap. I've been up since 6am.
The last two morning I've awakened from terrible nightmares. The kind you do NOT want to have. That rarely ever happens so I'm wondering what made such an impression in my life that stress is revealing itself in dreams. Maybe the Tuesday night scare. Probably just burning the candle at both ends. I'm no spring chicken.
A great evening in my home town with a friend, a little sleep in my own bed and all will be right with the world.
Life is good. And the tour turned out to be highly profitable after all. Not to mention all the O's. :-)
Come see me at my incall if we've met, your place if we have not OR in Westchester next week. Check my calendar boys. I'm a rolling stone.
Love and Kisses,
9/09/2012 - Bored in Philly