4/15/2014 - Rembrances and Happiness Survives
I'm in Boston and it's a sad day of remembrance. My heart goes out to the proud and STRONG people of Boston. This should never have happened but it did and folks here are resilient. Blessings to you all during the difficult day.
True to my nature, my positive self found something uplifting.
I can't think of anything that fits the bill more than Pharrel Williams hit song that is taking the world by storm. Along side Bobby McFerrins "Don't Worry Be Happy" THIS song has blessed many of us. I think we ALL need those moments that lift us up from time to time.
If you need uplifting today here's the link to the video. www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6Sxv-sUYtM
Go ahead...tap your feet and dance if you feel like it.
If you want to sing along here's the lyrics.
It might seem crazy what I’m about to say
Sunshine she’s here, you can take a break
I’m a hot air balloon that could go to space
With the air, like I don’t care baby by the way
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like that’s what you wanna do
Here come bad news talking this and that, yeah,
Well, give me all you got, and don’t hold it back, yeah,
Well, I should probably warn you I’ll be just fine, yeah,
No offense to you, don’t waste your time
Hey, come on
Bring me down
Can't nothing bring me down
My level's too high
Bring me down
Can't nothing bring me down
I said (let me tell you now)
Bring me down
Can't nothing bring me down
My level's too high
Bring me down
Can't nothing bring me down
Hey, come on
Bring me down… can’t nothing…
Bring me down… my level's too high…
Bring me down… can’t nothing…
Bring me down, I said (let me tell you now)
I don't know about you but I'm chair dancing. After a fabulous O and this song, all the sadness in the world this day couldn't get me down.
Life is good. Let's be thankful for every day we have it.
Love, Hugs and a BIG Smile,
4/14/2014 - Spring Hopes and Boston Reverence
It's a beautiful morning here after a gorgeous weekend. For those of you who work 5 days a week and hope for nice weekends this one was a bonus in the Northeast.
The snow is finally gone in the back yard but I noticed frozen ponds yet during my back road jaunts this weekend. Of course I took them. is a bean green? It's time to clean up it up and start thinking about planting for the growing season.
But not yet. I'm almost all packed and getting ready to head to Boston. This is a special week with all the careful preparation for the Boston Marathon next Monday. I'm sure hotel security will be ramped up. There are 9,000 more registered for the race. Sort of a big F--- you to the terrorists of the world. While I applaud the runners and spectators bravery I won't be hanging around. I'm NOT that brave.
I was there last year a week after. Add tax time, Easter approaching and the Marathon I think this week is going to be interesting, biz wise. It's always a great time and town from all other aspects. This year will be somber and reverent. Go Boston and stay strong!
There might even be a photo shoot if our schedules align. This will be more casual but it will be fun. He's great to work with. I'll keep you posted.
Kind of a quiet last week. As taxes approach that happens every year. So I spent the time faithful to the gym and organizing stuff around my place and in my life. All good.
I am SO looking forward to lots of nice, hot baths in my hotel room. One thing I do not have at this place. It's always the small things that bring us the most pleasure. Of course, that is if we let them. And I do.
Life is good. Off to another naughty adventure in Boston! Come join me.
Love and Hugs and LOTS of Kisses,
4/05.2014 - Gray and Damp but Doing Great
It's another dreary day in Upstate NY. 39 presently with a high of 45. Tampa is 72 with a high of 80. What was I thinking when I came back this soon?
Well, I needed to tend to the mail situation and I did miss my own pillow and where I live. Silly me, I thought spring might have arrived. There's still snow in the back yard.
However my wanderlust beckoned yesterday and I went for a ride in the country. No place in particular. I just point my car in a direction and turn down a side ride that seems appealing. Outside of our little city it's all countryside. Lots of dairy farms, woods and fields. Miles and miles of unspoiled country. I was headed south and west when I saw a sign, Spook Hollow Road. Well...you know I just had to turn there.
The road climbed and to my left I could see the distant mountains of Vermont. I thought, "so this is why folks live way out here. Breathtaking!"
I drove hither and yon, intending to stop at my favorite consignment shop on route 9. After a slow stroll through the store, I left empty handed. No bargains I couldn't live without today. In fact, my sister has said, "Don't you buy another thing for your place." Yeah, it's stuffed. But each and every item has been lovingly chosen. I'm amazed that two years ago I only had a new bed and a few dishes/silverware/kitchen stuff when I moved in. I had sold or given away all my Nudie Resort Condo furniture. Only a few things remained in a storage room down the road.
Every weekend I haunted the yard sales, Home Goods, TJ Maxx, estate sales and consignment shops. My son painting the living room and kitchen to my taste. Repairing the old beautiful wide woodwork as he went. Within a year and a half I was done. My final major purchase was a beautiful modern oriental for the living room. It was my Christmas gift to myself in 2013, purchased online on Black Friday. I love it!
Before you start yawning there's a reason for describing all this. It was my goal to create an elegant and sensual environment for myself AND my friends. They say I've succeeded. It's upscale and comfortable. A setting that relaxes new folks when they walk through the door. Especially the new friends. That is important to me and hopefully that is part of the reason they like to return. Perhaps I personally have something to do with it. I sure hope so! That extra attention to detail and a service oriented mind set along with an insatiable desire to share passion. It all works! Business 101 with a naughty twist.
So....the hand. I went to see the hand surgeon/orthopedic specialist Thursday. He's my sister's Doc too and I'd been warned about his no bedside manner. And what a hunk he was.
I was not prepared for WHAT a hunk he really was. And his smart ass attitude. But it ended immediately as the air sizzled around us. He gave me the good news. Everything was going to be fine. The skin and the nail would grow back. I would not have a deformed pinkie. I told him I loved him. He laughed and we flirted the rest of the time.
He told the office staff, "I love this woman but I didn't need to return, darn it." I yelled out, "keep my number. I'll find a way." He's 50, single and gorgeous. Girlfriend though. Still we all had a good laugh and it did wonders for my big, fat ego.
My sis has to go back this fall for a procedure. I hinted that she might need me along for moral support. Ha!
So all is well, or will be with my finger. Just a bandage on it now until it finishes healing. It will be months before I have a well manicured finger nail again. It could have been so much worse and I am thrilled to be on the mend.
My specialist in Florida's office called with the hormone results. Bingo...she got it right. Well, hell, I could have told them that! I feel great! In fact, I feel fabulous! And I get SO aroused in the clinches now that I almost lose my mind. Sort of like you do. I love it!
I go back to Tampa for the next implant the end of May. You can bet your bippy that I'll do this as long as it's healthy to do so. I love feeling this sexy and naughty all the time.
Boston, I'll be sharing that with you April 14-17. Near Fanueil Hall this tour. Pre-booking now.
In addition, my number of Thunder Boomers has dramatically increased. Thanks boys!
Life is good.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
3/31/2014 - Home Sweet Home
Yes, I'm finally home! I stopped at my sister's Friday evening and stayed over. I was supposed to pick up my son and he was going to help me unload a very full car. It was all those shoes.
Just kidding. He had to move himself and right then so Sis and beau offered to help. Especially when she saw my hand. I see the orthopedic surgeon Thursday. He's also a hand specialist.
It was an easy ride up Saturday morning, all of us working as a unit and it was done in no time. I didn't have to haul a thing. After we went to one of our fav places for lunch. Great Sushi and an interesting continental menu.
My place was all out of sorts. My kitchen ceiling had to be replaced due to a water leak two weeks after I headed south. They tried to put things back but the cleaning job and repainting leaves a lot to be desired. I can't believe a professional painter did the crappy work I see. My son had done such an excellent job and it makes me sick.
Eventually I'll have him touch it up. Wednesday I have a cleaning crew coming in. I just can't handle the deep cleaning this place needs myself.
So with unpacking, reorganizing and putting things back to right, the journal was only a thought. And some of you wondered if I was back. Well, I am!
I haven't entertained yet. Too much to do. Hopefully an outcall tomorrow evening and some old friends returning this week.
DC was killer and so was Manhattan. I wound up staying another day in DC because of a snow storm so NYC only saw me one day. But the phone rang off the hook. I'll head back mid-June. Years ago it was stellar. Then it was a crap shoot. This is a sure sign the economy is getting better when these two major cities are returning to what they used to be. Here's hoping downtown Boston will be the same mid-April. I'll be in the Fanueil Hall area this trip.
Foxwoods was a meet and greet. Always good to see old friends and meet new ones. Saying that, I mostly mean the providers. Some of the guys act like they would catch something conversing with an older provider. Of course, THEY are mostly older. Cute to watch them with the young girls. Not saying another thing. Zip the lip!
Thankfully not all have that preference or I'd have been out of biz before I ever started. I go to these so that folks know I'm not dead yet. :-) Still, with a tan, slimmer, longer, blonder hair I feel damn good.
I will confess I left part of my heart in Florida. But after the "accident" at my resort I have mixed emotions about how soon I start splitting my time between NY and Florida. Fortunately, I don't have to rush into any decisions. I'm planning on sitting back and seeing how life unfolds. Certainly less stressful that way.
The sun is shining here today and we had a high of 45. All weekend it was drab and cold. The sun always lifts my spirits and has given me a renewed sense of joy at being back. I'm going back to work tomorrow. A good O will certainly improve my mood.
One fabulous reality. Those bio-identical hormones have brought my libido roaring back and over the top. The tiredness is gone. My weight is still heading downward and I am thoroughly enjoying all the hotness I feel when I am with my friends. My primary care physician ho hummed that this morning. She doesn't know what I do. Her assessment is based on post menopausal modalities. I have no intention of settling for that.
Nothing like a great round of mattress dancing with a HOT guy in my opinion. Life is good! Come on spring and it will be even better.
Your Naughtier Girlfriend,
3/21/2014 - Spring is Here in the Carolinas
I'm in Greensboro, NC until tomorrow morning when I make the mad dash for DC. I arrived yesterday afternoon. It's slow but that's okay. If I pay for expenses and cover my retail therapy and hair salon I'm happy. And I will.
Charlotte is a lovely city and I had a lovely time. My Tuesday night hottie rocked my world. And I think I did his. Sometimes the chemistry is just.......WOW! You know how it is. I'm sure some of you have met me and had a nice time but someone else at another time blew the top of your head off. Just how it is.
I love all my boys and you almost always leave me smiling when you say goodbye. It's all good.
DC is looking crazy. Now if they all show up it will be. But it's a whacko place to work as I've mentioned in the past. The largest percentage of cons/no shows/cancellations of anywhere. I have a feeling that won't happen this time. That is another good thing.
See, I'm writing my gratitude list as I update my journal. The best part is it works. Try it. Each morning, list 10 things you are grateful for. They can be small. Like a good night's sleep or a child's smile. Or huge...like a promotion. It just frames your day and life in an aura of positive energy. Good stuff!
I've been writing I'm grateful my hand is healing. Finally it looks like it's doing better. But I did make an appointment with an Albany hand surgeon. One my Sis has used so I know he's good.
It dawned on me the other day that this could impact my piano playing. So I want to see someone who can ensure that it will not.
All in all, I'm making progress and no one seems to mind the bandage and splint. Especially if Trixie and Boom Boom are right up front when they walk in the door. Ha! Plus, it's an excuse to get my hair done since I can't wash and style it myself right now. See, there are blessings in all events.
I neglected to mention the Thunder Boomer of the Month award last week. It will also go in the record for the yearly award consideration. Holy Moly....it was a doozie. Cum to mention it, last Tuesday night was a close second in the explosion.
I am noticing a big difference in my libido now since I had the hormone implant. What I really notice is how quickly I'm aroused and how much more I'm into the arousal. It's a beautiful thing.
And I'm still heading slowly downward with the diet. Another good thing.
All in all, life is good. And I'm looking forward to some great, diet friendly dining in DC and Manhattan. I haven't found a good place yet in Greensboro. Charlotte was okay.
I had one lovely lunch in Charlotte with Ms. Jewel. You know her as Jewel of the Carolinas and Scores Over 50/60 magazines and Naughty America. She's a love and if you get to Charlotte you need to meet her. Tiny little thing. Beautiful and perfectly attired and groomed. A true Southern mature belle and a sweetheart.
I have one new friend visiting soon and then my evening is free to get packed up and ready to head to DC early. Home is getting closer with every mile.
Life is good. Especially when you're feeling sexy.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
3/16/2014 - Motorcycles and Bag Pipes
Hello My Darling Boys,
It's Saturday evening in Savannah. I've had enough fun the last two days and my hand is starting to say......enough. So I'm in for the night.
I left Tampa yesterday morning. It was a decent week even though the wind WAS taken out of my sails with the injury. Not one to miss anything I still managed to see friends, suntan, go to the club and get all the packing done.
For those that want to know, I am feeling okay. Not much discomfort. Just some soreness and aching after I have to change the bandages and when I do too much. As I said, I don't want to miss much of life.
I will have to see a hand surgeon when I get home. This is going to be a long process I am afraid. But it could have been worse. I still have four usable fingers on my left hand.
My neighbor helped me pack up the car. I headed toward Daytona. Heavy traffic all the way over through Orlando. Everyone in the cold up North seems to be in Florida. I get it!
24 miles out of Daytona traffic all but stopped. I took a detour that I thought would be quicker only to find myself and a zillion motorcycles stopped dead on a country road.
I finally found out why. The Cabbage Patch motorcycle bar was on this road. Mobbed!
I scooted by and got to Wild West Kelly's place around 3pm. An hour late.
We walked downtown for dinner. Wall to wall bikes, bikers and gawkers. It was mobbed. Way more than last year's trip.
We had dinner at an ocean side restaurant. Fresh fish and Stella's. Hell yes, I was going to drink something these three days in Daytona and Savannah. Back on the wagon Tuesday. We walked around town and hit two hot jammed bars. It was a hoot just people watching. The rich hotties weren't around last night so at 10 we walked home. Tired and happy and a little achy.
I left this morning for the 225 mile drive to Savannah. Heavy traffic, every roadside restaurant and fast food place jammed. Around 2pm I pulled into my Savannah downtown hotel. The room was not ready. The housekeeping staff had their hands full. People are slobs.
So I did a walk about. Bought a St. Patrick's Day Savannah hoodie, some green jewelry and walked down to River Street. It was cooling off and spitting some rain. NO more beer so I had a couple of bloody's and some oysters.
The phone rang and my room was ready. I thought, I'll just have a little nap. I think I snoozed for all of ten minutes. Oh well. Hot bath, emails, verifying appts. for upcoming cities and finally headed out for dinner at Ruth's Chris. A little splurge tonight.
The bar was pretty full but I found a seat next to a whole bunch of younger guys who looked like they were together. I squeezed in and the conversation began as it has all week, "What did you do to your hand?" It's in a big bandage with a splint. I said, "you don't want to know during dinner." But my seatmate said, "I'm a Boston firefighter. Nothing will bother me." The rest were cops and firefighters from NYC and other places. All buds.
You know how these guys are. Yeah, I was hit on immediately and it always happens the cops find me. I never fails. The hotties were here in Savannah tonight.
One persistent cutie wanted me to join them later. I really had left my phone in my room. He said I'll text you so I gave him my number. Yeah, a cop.
And then he began the hustle. I am laughing to myself and giving it right back. And my number. I figured if he was really smart he'd google it. He stole a kiss and wanted more but I kept it easy. I wanted my dinner and a non-sexual evening. I was tired and my hand was hurting.
They left after he gave up. Dinner was fab and I had an even greater treat on my way back. A piper group was gearing up to play. I waited and followed them into that restaurant. The crowd went wild and tears slid down my cheeks. THIS was why I was here. My heart swelled and I smiled through my tears. Tomorrow is a big parade at 10am with piper regiments from all over the country. I will bring my tissues and be in heaven.
I did find the text when I got back to my room. The hustle continued and the no's went right over his aroused head. Finally I said YOU can't see me and my hand DOES hurt. Still not taking no for an answer I texted my website.
It went quiet for a couple of minutes. Then he texted, "let's do it and I won't charge you." I cracked up. "No, still can't. Hand hurts."
He surrendered but I said, "Maybe tomorrow night." We're all around one more day.
As I said, I don't want to miss a thing.
Life is good.
Your Not Naughty Tonight Girlfriend,
3/11/2014 - The Good The Bad and the Ugly
It's another gorgeous day in Tampa but yeah, this is one of "those" updates. As we all know, we make our plans and then life happens.
My last update I hinted at a hottie visiting Saturday afternoon. He moved the time up so I only had an hour or so in the sun. That was fine.
Running late, he finally called from his pick up point. I bring them in. This location is gated.
Gorgeous young man and quickly our make out session became hot although I was reading some negative vibes. Down on his knees, naked, he began his worship. Lake Anneke came forth and he jumped up and asked for the bathroom.
I asked, "have you never experienced that before?" He mumbled something and then came out of the bathroom frantic. Something was wrong, plus he'd forgotten to stop at the ATM. I thought, "oh here we go." What ensued is too crazy to relate. He seemed to be having a panic attack. So once past my "I'm gonna get ripped off stance" and his "something is wrong one" I offered to take him to an ATM. Oh, no, he didn't want to do that. He wanted to walk back to his car.
No way I was going to let him wander around this place so I walked him to my car, trying to calm him down and make some sense of what I thought was a charade. In my car, he started crying. Honest. I talked to him more and I told him I still thought he should honor the donation. I'd send him a paypal invoice. He keep whining, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I got him out of my car and got the hell out of there.
Later, I sent him an email saying I was just as embarrassed but I felt he still should honor the donation. NADA since. So either he was a great actor or he's just too humiliated to reply.
As I was heading out the door with him I found a note on my doorstep. Another nearby hottie friend had left his phone number. So, being the, not to miss an opportunity type of girl, I called. I said, no promises. I'd just had the stuffing knocked out of me with Mr. Tears.
Within a few minutes he knocked on my door. Fit, buffed, six pack and adorable. We yakked on my patio for a long time and as the sun set the air chilled. He was naked. I was skimpily dressed so we retired indoors.
Well, you know what happened. And he was aaying "thank you" as the deluge came. No running out the door for this one. A long pillow talk time and my feeling badly about my appointment vanished. It was getting late so he left, promises to say hi later at the club. I needed some dinner so I stopped closed by for something with chicken. Not much else one can do on this diet.
Back home, I donned a new hotter than hell mini dress. I'm thinking, "girlfriend, you are sizzling." 5" cheetah heels on and off I pranced to the club. The folks at the desk said, "Wow!"
I pushed open the door to the club and there was a mob standing in the doorway. Holding the door until I could get in, someone on the other side must have shoved it shut. And I think, it puahed my left hand into the door frame.
I felt a stab of pain as my fingers got caught in the door. I pulled them out to see my pinkie nail and part of my finger........gone. Yes, gone. The door had acted like a guillotine and lobbed it off.
I ran to the desk for something to compress the wound and stop the bleeding. Everyone aghast. Me astounded and hurting. A good friend drove me home, I put on long pants and drove myself to the emergency room.
Thankfully it wasn't a long wait. They first took xrays and it was fractured too. Now came the fun part. Seeing what could be done. There wasn't enough left to sew it up and we wrapped it up with instructions to come back in two days.
A antibiotic shot in my butt, RX's for more antibiotics and pain pills. My finger was still numb from the nerve block shots.
I drove home in a daze thinking that I was now in for rough night and next few days. Two Aleve, the script couldn't be filled in the middle of the night and off to sleep. I expected to awaken to pain.
I did not. Thankfully the nerve block must have bruised a nerve or I damaged them. I still haven't felt any pain.
Sunday, hand bandaged I walked back to the club to secure a chair in the sun. I was doing nothing today picking up my prescriptions and resting. Still no pain.
The word was already out and folks in the pool asked me what had happened. One lovely lady, who was new to me and I started yakking. You know how it is. You meet someone and you instantly click. She asked me if I wanted to meet one of the aingle guys in their party. Good looking, big you know what so I said, sure. Introductions aside they asked me to join an evening meet and greet. The older gang of swingers get together for dinner every week.
They were from all over the country and friends. So again I said, "yes." There, my new single friend sat next to me and we chatted away. Life long in the lifestyle with desire for only much older women. (I was chuckling inside. You KNOW I was.) He was "friends" with most of them. I was definitely interested.
Back at the club we all jumped in the conversation pool. Bandaged hand out of the water. And yes, I got to find out just how big that thing got. Ten inches and thick. NO f-----g. I don't do that in the pools. And I sure don't do uncovered. But we had a hot make out session and he could feel Lake Anneke gush. Thank God for chlorine.
We might meet for dinner. He lives in one of the cities I'm stopping in on the way home.
Still pain free, but tired, I said goodnight. After the day before, this one had ended well. Even better I have a new gal pal and her S O. We are staying in touch!
Monday, still no pain, but a trip back to the hospital to change the dressing. The tip is definitely amputated and they put an aluminum splint on it with directions for care. Follow up with my primary care physician and a hand surgeon when I get home. You won't see any of this except for the splint and bandages. Believe it or not, I'm not that incapacitated in or out of the boudoir. It just won't be pretty again for several months.
So, I'm going to continue to play on the way home. I'll just take very good care of myself and you.
Life is good. This could have been so much worse.
Love and Hugs,
3/08/2014 - One Week and NOT Counting
It's a chilly morning for Tampa Bay. It was in the forties early, 54 now. I got the biggest kick out of folks complaining last evening that they were cold. It's bright sun and clear skies so the high today will be 72. Anything over 62 is suntan weather. Did you know that? So I will head down to the pool later and catch some rays. Albeit with lots of sunscreen. The next three days are supposed to be gorgeous.
The last couple were on the cool and gray side. But life goes on. Errands have to be run. Retail excursions happen spontaneously as well as get togethers with you and other friends. I stopped at Lauren's yesterday with a little belated birthday gift. A glass of water, a little hugging and advice, (she is a VERY smart gal) and plans to do a photo shoot later Sunday afternoon. They will probably be on my and her Fetlife profiles.
She has an uncanny ability to see straight through the matter and come up with a practical solution. I've been thinking about moving my upstate incall, a little concern about location and she said, "while we're all aware of who comes and goes" most around us are not. Stop worrying and enjoy it." And I will. And I'm going to start taking more advantage of the activities where I live. I've kept a lower profile, concerned that someone might recognize Anneke and then blab. It's a small city.
I live in a one of a kind place that is very special and I'm going to start enjoying it to it's fullest. I'll keep my glasses on and Trixie and Boom Boom covered up. No one will know who I really am.
Thursday afternoon was a visit to this exceptional hair colorist/stylist I found just down the road. He's a young man and just delightful. I told him straight away what I really do for a living. If he's going to get it right he needs to know. I still won't be able to do that home. He changed the color formation and brought me lighter. And Thursday we did a treatment that will keep my naturally curly hair from frizzing. I know, I know, your eyes are glazing over. Bottom line, it looks fabulous. And it's getting long. Now past my shoulders with layers around my face. In short, the blonde bombshell. Or at least I hope so.
Add slimmer, tan and it's all good. I'm still on "the diet" although this last week no loss. It happens. My body usually figures a diet out in 2-3 weeks and just stops losing weight. That happened. So it's more exercise and continue on. I'm still down 11 pounds. That's almost 2 dress sizes and I feel so much better. AND those hormones are definitely making a difference!
I have a hottie visiting later. So a little sun, fun and who knows what this evening will bring.
Life is good!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
3/06/2014 - Nine Days and Trying Not to Count
It's 66 and the heavens have opened up this morning. The high will be 72. Thunder claps every now and then. This is a lousy day here. I know, I'm rubbing it in. It was 5 above at home when I checked a little while ago. And there's 4 feet of snow in my back yard. Ack!! I sure hope it's gone before I get back.
Ask me again if I've missed being up north these last few weeks. Not! I've missed my friends and the great restaurants/bars/history/family. I can enjoy those again when the weather is warmer.
I've had a lovely week. After a lovely sun filled pool weekend with friends and a stellar evening at the Tampa Theatre for the Oscars I got back to business on Monday. Next year I'm going to arrange a group excursion to this fun and very classy event.
An old friend from my Tampa days jump started the week. He's been studying with a Tantrica and his new found skills really rang my bell. If I'd been worrying about the hormones kicking in yet my worries are over. He began with a slow, sensual oil massage. Gently stroking all those erogenous zones. By the time he turned me over my nerve endings were sizzling. The female private parts are called the Yoni. As he was stroking it he was doing the special breathing to center himself. He was as aroused as I and when his turn to be pleased came I used fingers, tongue and a long, thin anal probe.
He'd taken his time and so did I, bringing him to a series of long, shuddering multiple orgasms. There is a beauty in the delayed technique of Tantra. You truly do enter another plane of sensuality. Both fulfilled, we collapsed. I dropped him off at his car with promises to do this again. He travels with work so Upstate NY is a real possibility this year.
Tuesday evening I had an outcall to Lakeland. That is one county in Florida I avoid at all costs. There are nuts over there. They arrest folks left and right. Even for producing adult films. But this suitor had contacted me long ago up north and he was verifiable. Still, there was a little niggle.
It promptly disappeared when he opened the door. Adorable, mid-forties, appearing much younger and Irish. You know how I feel about you Irish. My heart was already pounding and when his lips touched mine I knew we were going to have a wonderful evening.
He was in no rush and when I told him that I thought he was a great kisser he told me he loved doing so. We had a long teen-aged like make out time before the clothes came off and I spread the towel on the bed.
Some like to dine, others don't. In is case he did not but used his fingers to coax Lake Anneke. When she burst the dam he was even more excited and it was time for the cover. Fast and furious was the pace, he kissing me all the while. I yelled, "I'm going to cum" and he exploded, collapsing on me in a heap.
We laid like that until my right leg protested. Laughing, I brought a hot cloth to sweeten him. A bit of pillow talk time and I sensed he might be ready. Gently stroking him he immediately sprang to life.
I crept between his legs and using my own version of Tantra stroked his head with my mouth and fingers. When one concentrates on the head it causes a super sensitivity and heightened state of arousal. It was time for round two.
We were crazy with desire and as he completed he stayed erect and continued and continued and continued. He had three orgasms in a row. It's been a long time since anyone has done that. And I told him so. He was flabbergasted and happy.
I could see he was ready to crash so I tidied up, dressed and kissed him goodbye. I told him my pussy would be tingling all the way home. It did and it's still getting aroused typing all this.
I'm guessing those hormones have kicked in. And....I'm loving it.
Yesterday I visited a new friend south of me. He hadn't had relations at home in 30 years and it became obvious to me that he had an abusive spouse. The poor darling had no sense of self esteem. After being in a relationship like that myself I recognize them when I hear about them. I counseled him to get help and a divorce.
Years ago I came to the conclusion that I did not want to live the rest of my life in that same situation. It took courage, stealth and the help of friends to escape. Not to mention financial hardship. And a lot of therapy to reprogram the thought processes that guided my half a life.
Believe it or not, then I had NO sense of self worth and no idea of how to be assertive. You are thinking, I don't believe that. There's nothing humble about you Anneke and you certainly are no shrinking violet. Yeah....I'm not that woman at all anymore. Thank the powers that be. And great counselors.
Last summer I felt it was time to revisit someone for an objective perspective of where I was in life. I've shared my journey with you here and it was a blessing to find my life coach. Even more of a blessing to find out I was on the right path.
So. when he asked me, I gave him my honest opinion. However, when someone has been in a long term abusive situation they can't see the future without that partner. And most don't leave. All any of us can do is be patient, supportive and help in any way we can. In his case, my options are very limited, due to discretion and a business relationship. If he wants more advice I'll be happy to give it.
Every single day I'm grateful for this life. And my freedom from a tyrant. I know that some of YOU live with that and I will say this to you, get help. Be brave. And if you can't get out because of financial reasons, ask yourself if the money is really worth your happiness.
In the end, after years on my own with none, I found this profession. And it completed the circle of empowerment for me. When these last few years of the recession were tough I hung on. Knowing deep inside that "this too shall pass" and there could be better circumstances financially again.
But until there was, I would still enjoy each and every day of life. And so can you.
Life is good. Thank you for sharing part of yours with me. My fondest hope for you is to feel that gratitude in YOUR life.
Love and Hugs,
3/1/2014 - Twenty One Days Until Spring
I know. For most of you it seems as if spring will never return. Thankfully, the last two days here have been gorgeous. Today was perfect. Blue, cloudless skies. It was cool this morning and warmed up to the mid-seventies.
It seems impossible that most of the country is experiencing such nasty weather. Upstate and home was -1 yesterday morning. It's 30 there this evening as snow is on the way.
I'm SO glad I won't be there until the end of the month. It won't be warm but I'm hoping it will be improved. I've gotten spoiled in Florida.
Biz was good this week. Nice folks. No drama and one hottie last night was adorable. One guy who's texted me for the last several months and never followed through started texting again tonight. He wanted to meet this evening.
I finally figured out he'd text when he was all cranked up and was using the communication to get off. He's never intended to show up. I told him no. Then he got ugly. I blocked him. After I called him a time waster and a f-----g loser. I'm not always nice. Since this has been going on almost a year I feel I was tolerant long enough.
Down 11 pounds now and I'm finally starting to get used to the diet. It's still tough but I'm no longer nauseous all the time. I have decided to take one day off a week though. As soon as I resume, the weight starts coming off again so I'm not sabotaging myself.
I'm not noticing any huge increase in my libido with the hormones yet. One side effect of the diet can be.......lessened libido. Geez Louise! Of course, my libido is probably higher than most of any given day. :-) No worries babes!
I headed to the club twice this week. Chatting up friends and doing a little dancing. I'm taking a break tonight.
This morning I took a brisk walk around the property. Tomorrow some weights in our outdated gym. The equipment has to be 20 plus years old. I've learned to make do with whatever is around but I miss mine in Upstate. It's state of the art and I have two locations I can use. And, it's cheap.
After a couple of rainy, cool days yesterday and today in the sun at the pool were great. I'm still tracking down one of my friends I met on the Nude Cruise two years ago. It's been fun running into more old friends each day.
Tomorrow is more sun and pool. Lots of sunscreen so I'm tanning safely and slowly. Tomorrow evening I'm going to the Tampa Theatre for their Oscar party and showing of the awards.
I'm going to get ALL dressed up and walk their red carpet at 6:30. After it will be cocktails and appetizers. Just in case there's nothing I can have, food wise, I'm going to stop for an early dinner. There's no alcohol on this diet. Then they will show the Oscars on their big screen. Google the Tampa Theatre. It's recognized as one of the most beautiful old theatres in the world. I'm hoping a normally boring TV evening will be fun. And yes, I'm going with me, myself and I. Who knows who I'll meet?
I still haven't decided whether I'm going to stop in Greensboro or Raleigh on my way back. Any feedback would be appreciated. The rest of my return is set and hotel reservations made. I haven't made them for that part of North Carolina yet.
I'm torn about heading home. Because this place is really home for me. But my upbringing and most of my family is in Upstate NY. Plus biz is great. 7 months of the year the weather is wonderful. Florida has enough biz to make it advantageous to visit when it's not so nice Upstate.
Plus we have the track. There's no place in the world like it. I went to Tampa Bay Downs the other day to check out the track and the ponies. The folks there are really nice and it's inexpensive. But it's not like Saratoga. No place could be. Still, I had a nice time even though I left down.
Two weeks left. Then it's on the road and new adventures on my return. I'm looking forward to seeing my friends up north and being naughty with them.
Life is good. Two great places to live and play.
Love and Kisses,
2/24/2014 - Time Is Flying By
I hope you are all staying warm and life is good. I had such a jam packed weekend that the journal update had to wait. That's a good thing!
I had a nice week last week, biz wise. Not busy but busy enough. One outcall to Clearwater Beach during a rainy day made me smile. He was adorable and appreciative. And while it was a 2 hour adventure I was out the door in 47 minutes. Would I have preferred another round? Oh hell yes! But he had other commitments and I've been around long enough to "know when to go." :-)
That Friday morning I'd made my weekend check-in with the weight loss doc. Seven pounds dropped already. I'm starting to see a real waistline. B12 shot and I was out the door. It's a tough, tough program but it's working.
Friday evening I went to the club. I got all dolled up. Straight hair with a poof on top, ala Bardot again, tight low cut, very short mini dress, new come fuck me stilettoes. Bright red, 6 inch platforms with a wrap around front that made them look like a boot. And I could walk to the club and dance. That ankle is almost well.
I sat down and observed the surroundings. The club was packed and folks were having a great time. To my right, about 20 feet away stood a tall, handsome guy who looked to be by himself. I noticed him, noticing me. (don't you love that?) I chuckled to myself and watched him kind of inch his way around the bar to get a closer look. I pretended I didn't see him. Then he inched back to his former perch. Still peeking.
Once again, he walked toward me and then I didn't see him. I looked to my left and there he was sitting next to me. I laughed and said, "Hi." Then the fun began.
He was really good looking, 40's, smart, funny and chewing gum. I don't know about you but in my mind that makes folks look stupid and he wasn't stupid. So I ignored the gum.
He asked me if I could dance in those heels. I said yes and we did. Slow danced first and later free dance. Our club is a great place to dance. Folks are having a ball and it's contagious.
We talked about life and the lifestyle. He was obviously experienced and when one of my friends came over and I introduced her they had already met. In the very real sense. Oh ho! This boy gets around.
Not to belabor this he asked if he was going to get to see my condo. I chuckled to myself again and said, "oh why not?" And I led the way home.
We had ourselves a hot time. Round one accomplished we spent some pillow talk time and tried for round two. He had an early flight so it was just a journey to a destination. No arrival. No matter. I always remind you it's the journey that's more important. And he thought so too.
Nothing more than first names exchanged. It was a one night stand. I don't do them very often but I thought I need to start unwrapping my personal self more and enjoy opportunities as they present themselves. And I did.
Saturday was an early wake up. I had to head over to our Captain's house for the trip up to Crystal River and the Manatee cruise. I rode up with the Captain's girlfriend and we found ourselves immediately connecting like we'd known each other forever. I love when that happens. My psychic friend says that it is most likely someone you knew in a past life. My new friend did past life regression under hypnosis. There are no coincidences in life I believe. I'd found a new, old friend.
The day was perfect. We all had breakfast and then headed to our boat. Pontoons are used mostly on the river. Geared up we headed out a beautiful, pristine canal that looked and felt like a primeval forest. Breathtaking!
Out on the river we puttered along past humble and ostentatious river homes. Along the way we saw two manatees just under the water. They were being shy today.
At their sanctuary one hightailed it away. And while I donned mask and flippers and slide into the chilly water no more were to be found. Just a few days ago here had been hundreds.
No matter. It was an absolutely perfect Florida day and I was back on the water. I didn't even mind the chilly temp. If felt good to snorkel even though only a few little striped fish came out of hiding. I hadn't forgotten how to snorkel.
Back in the boat, half of us lounged in the sun, while the rest floated around. We'd gone out early and now the sanctuary was starting to get clogged with others. Folks brought their dog. I couldn't believe they would so disregard the manatees but people are idiots. Between the dog and the noisy kids jumping in, (another no no) we were out of there. They are an endangered species and there are rules to swimming with them. Some folks don't think they apply to them.
We stopped at a little known waterside restaurant for shrimp and stone crabs. Then back out to the river. We cruised all the way to the Gulf. It was a magnificent day and we all appreciated it. I realized just how much I've missed being on the water. I'm an ex boater so I'm not going to wait so long to do something like this again.
Our Captain is a master captain so he arranges all types of cruises. I am seriously considering a 7 day June cruise to Bimini on a 60 foot catamaran. It will bunk 6-8 and the cost is split. IF I have a good next few weeks I'm thinking about this. Anyone care to join me?
It will be a laid back, fun, open minded bunch of folks. When we can sun nude we will. He will anchor in private coves and off private islands after clearing customs in Bimini. It sounds fab to me.
Back home late Saturday afternoon I cleaned up and headed to our club restaurant for dinner. I don't know when I'll ever learn. It always sucks! And the service is just as bad. In the 18 years I've been coming here they never have gotten it right for more than a few weeks at a time. They hire a good chef and then he's gone. They don't pay their staff and then they are gone. It doesn't seem to matter who owns this place, the restaurant is sub par. It's a shame. They could do a booming business. None of us really want to put clothes on and go out to eat.
Saturday night was fun. Schmoozed with old friends and danced more although my quads were killing me. I gotta get back in dancing shape so I'm going to try and hit the club every Friday and Saturday night. It used to be open almost every night and if those of you who have been reading this journal for years remember, it was my late night cardio. While it's better here now, it is nothing like it was back in the day. This place was the bomb and the hottest venue on the planet. No exaggerations. The recession and the clientele turning into old farts not wanting young folks have stopped it from returning to the old days.
I know, I sound like an old fart myself. Sometimes you can't go back. And younger folks just can't afford a luxury like a nudist resort membership. Still, it's a great place to be. To my mind, much better than the vanilla world.
Sunday was a birthday party for three dear friends at the next door nudist resort. There are 12 in this county. Yes, it's the center of nudism in the US and probably the world, outside of Cap D'ague in Southern France.
I put on a low cut dress and the red heels. But when I got there the low 80 temps was too much. I peeled off the dress and bra and went out to the dock in a necklace and heels. I probably wouldn't have done that plus those seven pounds. I'm feeling very good about myself.
As always, the company, the attire of the ladies, and the repartee was outstanding. Lauren sat next to me as she was one of the birthday folks and snuggled up. It was our old gang of friends with some new ones added in. Probably 100 folks at this party. I smiled as I took it all in. This was why I came.
Life is good.
Your VERY Happy and Naughty Girlfriend,
2/15/2014 - Valentine High Jinks and Saint Patricks Day
Just another kinky Valentine's Day. After errands, a nice walk and a no show afternoon I dolled myself up and headed over to Lauren's for a pre-party diet coke. One of her slaves was there. I'd heard so much about her and all was true. Tall, beautiful, intelligent and fun. Soon to be a permanent part of the family here.
On to the next party at T's. I led with my car, the golf cart parade following. As always, attractive baby boomers were all decked out in sexy attire with a nod to Valentine's Day.
What kind? Think long red peignoir trimmed with marabou, red thong and stockings. Or low cut dress down to there, up to here and a feather boa. A sheer black tiny skirt, thigh high stockings, a low cut red top cutting across exposed nipples. Lauren in a partially sheer black dress, red seamed thigh hi's and thigh hi boots. I was kind of boring in my black and sequined mini dress. My JLo black lace and sheer nude stilettos. I had my hair teased up and secured in back in a poof, long on the sides. Shades of an early Brigette Bardot hairdo. Bright red lips. I think it will be a good look for my next photo shoot. Everyone loved it.
Slut wear is the required gear here. Yes, in a nudist resort. Folks here are older but they are hot. In shape and so sexy.
We all mingled around, catching up with old friends, chatting with new ones. I was sitting on the couch between A and Lauren when I heard moans. Lauren was blocking my view to the left and when she sat back, the beautiful brunette had her dress up, her legs in the air and one of the husbands was going down on her. She was squealing her delight. Another guy was sitting next to this and he reached down and starting smacking her pussy. She immediately started to squirt and he cooed, "that's a good girl!"
We all enjoyed the entertainment and so did she. When she stood up, straightened her skirt, a big wet spot was on the couch towel. Listen, at a nudist resort there are towels everywhere. No one puts their bare butt on furniture without a towel. It's the etiquette.
T, well-renown as a squirter par excellence was not to be outdone. She sat on the other side of the same couch. Pulled her red peignoir apart and her S O inserted a well-lubed glass dildo into her pussy. She's rubbing her clit as he is stroking her. You could see her lust build and he yelled, "here it comes" and yanked the dildo out. Immediately this great stream of ejaculate flew across the room. Again and again he repeated the process, her wetness hitting him in the chest, drenching the rug.
I was humbled. lol But there are all different types of female ejaculation and mine is more the gush and flood downward. In a huge puddle under me or on the floor. I only watched. It was fun seeing this amazing display by two very different hot women.
The party ended a bit after 11 and I headed to the club. A diet coke with lime, a quick hop on the dance floor to Eminem's Shake That Ass for Me, chatting with friends and then home. It was enough. The ankle survived one dance in 5" stilettos. I didn't want to push it.
These next two months I have two items on my bucket list that I will achieve. On February 22nd I am going on a Crystal River cruise to swim and snorkel with the Manatees. Our captain was at the club last evening and he described the day to me. He said that this year there are hundreds of them and the pups have been recently born.
These gentle giants are people friendly and will swim right up to you. I am so excited to be doing this that I'll get over the 72 degree water. It's going to be a fun day.
The next day is the annual Birthday bash for three of our friends who are all born around the same time in February. Lauren is one of them. The host, another and our friend M formerly from England now in France.
This is no nudist colony folks. I laugh when the uninformed call it that. This is a resort with members, residents and visitors from all over the world. And we're all fortunate to call them our friends. There will probably be 200 at the party. Who knows what might happen but usually these big events are not swinging. Oh, we're always hugging and kissing and touching. That's just how this community is. Something that I need and love.
The second item on my bucket list that I'll get to experience is St. Patrick's Day in Savannah. If you didn't know, it's the second biggest party in the United States. Yes, NYC the first. Over 300,00 crowd into the small, beautiful downtown of this historic Georgia city.
I've always had a great time visiting Savannah. Rarely any business though and I probably will not working this trip. But the folks who reside there are fun and welcoming. Add all the temporary Irish for a day or more and it's going to be great.
Then I'll continue on with the rest of my return home. The itinerary is on my calendar.
Am I anxious to get home? No I am not. But I do miss friends there and am making plans for how I'll spend my time and how I will work when I return. I am not missing the 20 inches of snow Upstate NY had. My Sis sent me pictures. ACK!!!!
Unfortunately, returning March 28th does not guarantee warm weather. It will be May before we have a hope of that. But the worst of winter's very cold temps should be behind us. Being away 2 1/2 months will take much of the sting of this brutal winter. Especially where I am.
Life is good! Enjoy your weekend darlings!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
2/14/2014 - Happy Valentines Day to My Temporary Boyfriends
It's that ridiculous Hallmark holiday again. However, it finally dawned on me that I have all kinds of sweethearts in this world. I just don't get to keep you. So to those of you that I have met and enjoyed Happy Valentine's Day from your girlfriend with no strings. Thank you to all who have written and called to wish me a great V day.
I know those of you in the upper 48 and Hawaii have had snow and miserable weather this week. Every state EXCEPT Florida has snow right now. Yes I'm gloating. I've made some miscalculations in life but heading south January 11, 2014 was not one of them.
It was in the 40's this morning but by mid-afternoon it was sunny and 64. A cool wind kept the temperature down but it was still a delightful day.
This was a jam packed week. Not so much business wise, although I did have a nice encounter one afternoon. I had a yearly blood work/physical here and met with my new doctor Wednesday. I've been dragging my butt for several months now and the blood work explained why. LOW hormones. I could have told anyone that. Vitamin D really low, despite months of supplements and all the indications that I'd better stop enjoying life quite so much. So time to lose weight, add some hormones and get back in tip top shape.
The really important parts are working fine, so not to worry. In fact, by the second day of the hormones I was starting to feel a nice little tingle every time I thought of sex. Now you KNOW I think about sex a lot, just like you. But it's been some time that I've had that arousal buzz that you guys get all the time. I have to say I am liking that.
The timing was perfect. Thursday afternoon was my pie video debut. I met Lauren and our producer at a nearby location to film. It's a Florida style contemporary home set on a lake in the middle of live oaks and dripping Spanish Moss. Typical Florida of years gone by.
I really was psyched for this. Lauren is always fun to partner with so I knew the shoot would be good. What neither she nor I knew was that the home set had a live in resident. Kind of a combination porn star in the making/house sitter.
24, adorable, six pack and horny as hell. His jaw dropped when I walked in the door. Now there were two red hot milf's in his line of site. He made a beeline for me and was hugging and kissing me like a man starved. Apparently Lauren had already had a taste too.
We talked to our producer and contrary to his usual policy of only women in his pie videos he agreed that our new toy boy would come in toward the end of the shoot.
She and I both dressed to begin. Only to immediately remove our clothes as the pies were about to be flung. Lauren grabbed a cream pie off the garage floor and starting at my nose, piled it on me and smooshed it up to the top of my head. I was blind with pie filling and my hair was covered.
I cracked up and grabbed my own pie. Giving her a big kiss and then piling the pie in her face. And so it went. We were naked, covered in pie, licking it off of each other's breasts and pussies, rolling on the floor in pie and laughing ourselves silly.
We looked over and saw our young friend, naked and with a raging hard on. And he stepped into the pie mess. He put his arms around us not knowing who to kiss first. Pies are still appearing and we get him too.
I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth as Lauren dropped behind him. Yes, she had her tongue up his butt. He was delirious with pleasure and so excited that it made us even more excited.
More pies, more kissing, licking, fondling and finally, I was stroking his cock, covered in whipped cream while he came and his own to the mess. Thirty cream pies later...cut!!!!
Lauren and I and our friend scrapped off as much pie as we could and then headed upstairs to shower. Yes, all three of us, standing in a big walk in shower, covered in pie, soap and shampoo. In the spirit of helpfulness we stroked the pie filling, crust and whipped cream off each other. Kissing and fondling as we washed. Lauren's S O taking pictures while our love fest was going on.
I can't remember a hotter moment in a long time. He was so out of his mind with lust that it was contagious. We were all stroking and kissing and fondling and sucking........amaaaaaaazing.
Finally, we were all clean and still horny but it was time to get dry, fixed up and head back to Lauren's for cocktails. Our toy boy would pop in and out for kisses while we repaired all the damage.
All of us piled in her car and our producer followed us. Boy toy and I in the back seat making out. His unzipped his pants and I stroked him all the way to her house. Back at Lauren's she mixed cocktails while the boy toy and I made out on the couch.
It wasn't long before our hot threesome resumed. Fingers, lips and tongues were everywhere. Our producer and her S O watched, the camera continually flashing. We could have cared less.
Lauren had already prepped the couch for Lake Anneke. She had already exploded during the shoot. Female ejaculation adding to the whipped cream and filling. Towels in place I exploded again as Lauren went down on me. She started to smack my pussy and then dived in face first. Blowing bubbles of cum to let everyone know how much there was. Our boy toy was behind her. Our boy toy had already had me on my back, legs in he air, now it was her turn to be royally f----d.
And on it went, I'm laughing and yelling, "those hormones are working!!!" Finally, with me on my back our young hottie came in my mouth. We all collapsed and I had a martini chaser.
Phew! What fun!
Off we went to the restaurant, our boy toy sitting between the two of us. He was still in a lust filled haze and would lean toward her to steal a kiss and then to me. Our hands entangled under the table. Folks around us were trying to figure out what was going on. This obviously very young guy with these two beautiful older women.
However, this county is a bit used to antics from the local swingers. There are so many of them here that I'm sure it's not the first time there's been some titillation. We were not being outrageous with any full making out but it was apparent that "something different" was going on.
And that's how it can be here. And you wonder why I wanted to get back to Florida?
Tonight I'm heading to a party at our friend T's house. She's a professional and a swinger too. Who knows what tonight will bring.
Life is good and I've finally fulfilled my promise to do the pie video in trade for THE coat. I have a feeling it's going to get a whole lot better. Thanks L.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
2/09/2014 - An Addendum of Naughtiness
Happy Sunday Morning!
It's beautiful today. I left my blinds open last night when I finally called it quits so the sun greeted me as I awakened this morning. It's 54 and sunny. 70 is our predicted high for the day. That's warm enough to get a little tan by the pool. Which I intend to do after a little walk and some errands.
I had a delightful afternoon yesterday of retail therapy and lunch. I drove down to the Citrus Park Mall area to poke around their stores. Olive Garden for lunch. I love their salad and spaghetti with meat sauce. Hey, I'm not a food snob. Plus it's a deal with leftovers for another meal. With this tiny kitchen that means a lot.
It was a drizzly afternoon. A bit chilly and very overcast. On my way back I'd had a text from someone who wanted to see me that evening. I asked him to call. I do not make text appts unless we've met before and even then I prefer you call. It's too damn impersonal.
So he called. He was driving through Georgia on his way to Tampa from Illinois. Could he have 4 hours and take me to dinner. He said he was a long time fan. While we making the final arrangements I asked, "so where are you now?" He answered, "I'm still in Georgia." Mind you, it's 2:30 in the afternoon and he says he's arriving at 6-7 o'clock. I told him I didn't see how he could possibly make it by that time and WHERE exactly was he in Georgia?
He hung up. A time waster who was getting his jollies talking to the adult film fantasy. He must not have much of a life. Later, I texted him and said, "I'll never understand why you do something like this, lalala." I know, waste of time, but it made me feel better to have the last word. Typical Leo.
My tonight with Mr. Hottie called and cancelled. At least he called. I will give him a gold star for that. But.....remember what I said yesterday?
So I called my driver friend to let him know.
I have a whole day at the pool and hanging out here. Unless someone pops up. Pun intended.
Anyway, I neglected to mention that I'm planning my return itinerary. Yes, these things do have to be thought of and done well in advance. Because I am returning to Daytona for one night of Bike Week. My friend Wild West Kelly and I will head downtown to see if we can get into any trouble and to drool at the rich, good looking pretend bikers. Call her if you are ever in Daytona. She is SO much fun!
Then the biggie. An item on my bucket list. The second biggest party in the US for St. Patrick's Day is in Savannah, GA. Did you know that 300,000 folks will join me? Yes, the hotel is outrageous but it's downtown and I can use my points for the stay. That's why I save them. For those big ticket rates.
I'll head from Daytona to Savannah and plan on partying my a-- off. Savannah is fun anytime so I'm expecting this will be a blast.
Then on to sedate Charlotte and perhaps Greensboro/High Point. I've already booked DC and Manhattan is planned. Not booked yet. Foxwoods for one night and then home. While that's several weeks away it will be here before I know it so I'm planning on enjoying each and every day before I have to leave Florida.
After a little fake nap yesterday I headed back to the outdoor bar. The Olympics were on and it was quiet. A rainy day does that here. Back home for a bit but I decided I needed to headed to the Club that night. No Saturday night watching TV here. I can do that at home.
It was jumping. My cute gal bartender remembered my drink from the night before. New friends surrounded me and I met a good looking couple from Colorado. They are new to the Lifestyle so I traded some advice. It's not always the easiest thing to handle, watching your life partner getting turned on by someone else. If you don't communicate and you aren't secure it can cause lots of problems. They honestly shared some of those little problems. I think they'll be fine.
Evening ending I headed out to the Jacuzzi. I was the first one in, followed immediately by an older guy. If you put your toes in the late night waters, hope springs eternal for men. It's a signal that you might be "available." I was not. At least not for him. But we yakked away about life and he made sure to let me know his wife was up North. No matter. Not interested.
More folks were heading in and I could see a party was about to start. I was not in the mood for water frolicking but I wished them all well. Have fun!
Just home, make up off, teeth brushed, naked, I heard a knock on my door. It was late but I knew who it was. I'd run into one of the husband lending library at the club. He and his wife are in my same building and she likes me. Happily sending him off to me when she's tired.
We kissed and I lit the candles and turned on the red lights. Immediately, he spread my legs and dived in. She's an even bigger squirter than I am so he knows exactly what to do. And he was rewarded. Trading places we had ourselves a big time. He never runs out the door so after a little pillow talk and his dozing off I sent him home. Staying overnight is not allowed. By her or I.
Replete after a wonderful evening, it was light's out for me. I can't think of a better ending to the day than a romp with a dear and trusted lover.
Life is good!
Love and Hugs,
2/08/2014 - CHOICES 10 Degrees or 59
It's Saturday morning. I'm having my usual cup or two of coffee and updating this. It's 59, foggy and drizzling. The good news is I could be home where it's 10 and another snow storm heads in tomorrow. Here it will be in the 70's and sunny. A pool day. Let's see....which would you choose? It's a no brainer to me.
With those statistics in mind it wasn't difficult to extend my stay to March 15. I was able to rebook my same accommodations so I won't have to pack up and unpack. While these digs won't win the décor of the year award the bed is comfortable and king sized. There's a walk in closet, lovely screened in patio overlooking a little pond and fountain and a nice tub in the bathroom. I have a tiny kitchenette that has proved to be adequate with the addition of a hot plate and a George Forman grill.
I didn't head south to win any culinary contests anyway. True to my designer's eye, I rearranged things, added my lighting and candles. With Pandora on the computer it's a sensual and cozy retreat. Compared to my tiny bedroom at home, huge. So I am not complaining. But I've already redecorated it in my mind a hundred times. Hey, I can't help it.
It's my goal to wind up back here. I know just what I want and how to get it. With a end game planned I have to work hard the next couple of years and save, save, save. It's doable and that's a good thing. Hope is a positive element in anyone's life. Plus, I see the redesign business flourishing here, more so than Upstate NY. And I have the network already in place. All good.
In the meantime, I'll be loving beautiful, historic, classy Upstate NY in the warmer weather and most certainly during racing season. I'd be NUTS to give that up and while I'm a little whacky I am not crazy. To my mind it's the best of both worlds.
What have I been up to this week? Entertaining my friends. I am as busy as I want to be. And I've changed the way I do things. For my evening outcalls I now have a driver. He's a dear friend and it's a help to each of us. And...I think it's a good thing that those who I'm visiting know I have someone watching my back.
While I screen always sometimes unexpected things happen. As they did Monday evening after I put my Arizona friend on his plane home. I had an outcall to Tampa. I'd been to the hotel in past years so I knew the drill. He was a little aggressive in saying what he wanted in his voice mail confirmation but he was a hobbyist. I figured I could probably handle him okay.
As soon as I walked in the door, he told me he wanted to do a role play. Fine by me. He was interviewing for a personal assistant job. Honestly, I don't know what came over me but I suddenly became the aggressor. I said, "You certainly are not dressed for an interview, in shorts and a t-shirt." He replied, "well, I considered that this will be casual." Still in the role, "and you assumed interviewing for a job with me would be casual? You were so wrong."
I described what I wanted in an assistant and he turned to me and called me a whore and a bitch. And slapped me on the ass. I looked and him and said "who do you think you are?" and threw him on the bed and wailed the tar out of HIS butt. And told him if he hit me again I was out the door.
I was outraged. And I asked him where he'd ever seen that I was a submissive? The role was over he said. And I spent the next hour in warfare with a verbally abusive, demanding, lost his mind man. But he got it right back. Again, SO not me. While I'm no submissive those who know me know I'm a pleaser. Big difference.
At the end, he went into the bathroom to clean up saying that after, he became shy. When he came out I told him I wanted to explain why I acted the way I did. I told him, "you frightened me. I thought you were going to hurt me." He apologized and said, he never would hurt a woman but that he got riled up when he was aroused. He admitted he was a switch but mostly dom. I said, "you are confused is what you are. And you should let someone know this ahead of time." I said it had been a battle and he said I'd won. That did not make me feel better for having had to act like that.
I left short of the two hours per his desire. The maniac had disappeared and the normal man had appeared. So why did I relate this? Because some of you need to realize you lose your minds in arousal. And it's not always a pretty sight. And if you are going to engage in ANY BD/sm there are rules. It's a different game. You always discuss the boundaries ahead of time. You don't spring them on someone when they walk in the door.
The next day, when I discussed the evening with my Arizona friend, he was alarmed. The Sunday before we had cast a circle, performed a Wiccan ceremony,(as he is one) and he had also cast a protection spell for me. It dawned on me, THIS is why I'd acted as I had. Something deep inside of me reacted instinctively to protect myself. While I am not of that faith, I respect his. It had worked.
I hadn't taken my driver with me that night. From now on, I will. It's worth the expense for peace of mind. And it was a lesson learned for me. I should have clarified his attitude after his voice message. My gut hadn't liked it but I told myself, it will be fine. He's a hobbyist who knows the drill. The problem is, when you lose your mind, the drill goes out the window.
If you haven't ever realized this, my profession is a dangerous one. Or it can be. Thankfully, it rarely ever has been. And I'm doubly thankful I'm a tall, strong, commanding woman. Still, I could run into a taller, stronger, abuser some day. So,
I'm amping up the screening and relying on my intuition even more. It's never been wrong.
The rest of the week has been fun. I had a delightful dinner date Wednesday evening with an old friend. My driver decided not to drive back home and was waiting for our naughty dessert time to end. My partner asked if I'd stay the night. We were having so much fun I said yes. I called my driver and he headed home. I cabbed it back the next morning. Feeling a little foolish walking out the hotel lobby in a strapless red dress and stilettos. But I didn't have any problems getting a taxi.
Thursday evening, one hunk drove all the way from the Orlando airport. Gorgeous, professional, 38, single and wanted to please. See........karma does even things out. I'm supposed to meet another one who says he is also, Sunday evening. When they brag about how good looking there are 1. they usually don't follow through or 2. they aren't. We'll see. I reminded my driver friend that things could not materialize. He replied, "I know."
Last evening, after another trip out, we stopped in the club for cocktails. It was fun watching folks and catching up on the latest dance music videos. I'd missed this. I couldn't dance in the high heels. The ankle is much stronger but it can't handle that yet. Still, I had them on and it's progress.
Life is good! And I'm very happy to be here.
I'm feeling the need for a little retail therapy today.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
2/03/2014 - Just Another Weekend in Paradise
Did you think I forgot about you? No way! It's been a busy past week of traveling, settling in, adapting my new digs and a weekend house guest.
It was a beautiful trip up from Naples last Tuesday. 80, sunny, perfect Florida weather. I arrived at the resort around 3pm. I had made the mistake of putting up a BP ad. My accommodations needed some sprucing up, I needed to unpack and shop for supplies and wind down. I just couldn't accommodate the requests.
These days if you can't be accommodating ON THE SPOT you never hear from them again. Sigh.....so much has changed about this business. But I promise, I won't get on that band wagon again.
I unloaded the car with the help of my dear old neighbor, unpacked, changed some things around and went over to the club around 5:30 for $1 taco night. I walked right in to old friends and it felt great. I'd just worn my Drake hotel terry robe so I could hop into the Jacuzzi after my meal. No friends visiting that evening, so NCIS, a couple more shows and lights out.
The next day I had a nice, brisk walk I did some more shopping at my fav store Steinmart. It was overcast and a little drizzly and 55. Way better than the -1 home.
I'd had calls but some thought 25 miles was too far for fun and I wasn't ready to entertain the other last minute requests. Oh well.
Thursday was still chilly but now we had a monsoon. Pouring rain most of the day but I had appt. requests to field, stuff to do and I was still grateful it wasn't below freezing. One old friend from years past made the drive from Sarasota for a little playtime.
It's all in your perspective when it comes to weather isn't it? Plus my friend from Arizona was coming for the weekend on Friday and I wanted things to be right for his visit.
Thursday evening I met my neighbor friend at the outdoor bar for drinks and pizza. We solve the problems of the world and he listens to all my nonsense. That's a good friend.
My new friend from Arizona was arriving late Friday afternoon. Thankfully the weather had started to warm up and he arrived to a bit of sunshine. Dinner at a local Italian restaurant and a long, slow time of naughtiness. We crashed together in each other's arms.
Saturday was breakfast out, sun time and stocking up on supplies for a little ceremony he wanted to conduct Sunday evening. My neighbor friend drove us to my fav restaurant in Tampa, Donatello's, so we could have cocktails. Florida's DUI laws are brutal!
Fabulous Northern Italian cuisines, gorgeous, attentive waiters and a kick ass jazz trio. We tumbled into the back seat after dinner to pretend to make out like teenagers but it was too cramped/ We laughed at the absurdity all the way home. My neighbor patiently drove and laughed along with us. A little fun time and then off to sleep.
Sunday he finished his ceremony preparations and I drove him down for lunch at Bahama Breeze. My resort is not on the ocean so I wanted him to get the feel for Tampa Bay. After a lunch of Stone Crabs, a Caesar salad, Coconut Shrimp and a chocolate mousse pie (courses all shared) I took him on a little driving tour of South Tampa, heading up Bayshore Drive and then north on Howard Street. It's a beautiful part of the city but we were ready to head back to the nude pool and our evening ceremony.
Wait you say? Sunday evening was the Super Bowl. Yeah, yeah, yeah. After our pool time, some wine and appetizers, the ceremony, we headed back over to the club, missing the whole first half and the half time show. What a pathetic game if you were a Bronco's fan as we both were. I'm not sorry I missed most of it. But I did love John Stamos' yogurt commercial. The whole place cracked up at that.
So not much titillating that I will share. I'll keep the private part of my new friendship private if you don't mind. I did have a blast in Naples....lots of naughtiness and very busy. Tonight is an outcall to Tampa.
Life is good and it's in the 70's and sunny here. AND I'm sitting at the computer typing away......nude. I think I'll go for a walk in the same attire.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
Another night of fun and a little Sunday sleep in.
1/27/2014 - One of the BEST Weekends Ever
Hello My Naughty Boys,
I'm in Naples, FL. It's already in the 70's and I plan to be sitting in the sun after the next "victim" leaves. You know I'm kidding.
As I await his arrival I thought I'd bring you up to speed on the rest of my commitment weekend. Friday afternoon was a few minutes by the pool and generally hanging out with the gang. It still wasn't that warm yet but our little corner of the complex was sheltered from the cool wind.
We'd all dialed back the cocktails this afternoon. I was still "recovering" from the night before. Folks were still arriving. Flights had been cancelled and there was some anxiety that the best man wasn't going to get there.
We went on to our dinner at Mango's and then the gang headed across the street to Aqua, the drag queen show. I've seen them before but this one had three featured performers. One a very passable Dolly Parton/Cher/etc. Petite and shapely like a real woman. The 2nd was a huge "gal" in tent dresses and big hair. Not known to like women but still her schtick was hilarious. The third, a trained dancer, with phenomenal moves.
The audience loved it. Except for one repressed guy who kept getting out of his seat and hiding behind his friends whenever one of the Divas got close. He only succeeded in making himself look like a jerk. None of them were going to attack him. He was the only one who thought so. Stupid but funny.
After we hung out until bed time. It wouldn't be as late a night but we were happy to see the best man finally made it. Phew!
Saturday was breakfast with the gang and then a walk downtown for some retail therapy. It was the first day that I'd felt truly warm. Even better, we found a store that not only sold Pirate costumes but Steampunk attire. I found the perfect dress for the coming Friday night when my new friend and I are going to the club in our Steampunk outfits.
Then on to Fairvilla. They are an adult store that has everything. So I happily found a beautiful new lingerie outfit, a vibrating glove and at last, a new Magic Wand to replace the old one. We are going to have some fun with both.
On to lunch by Mallory Square and Cuban Sandwiches. I'm getting hungry thinking about it. lol
We have time for a few minutes in the sun again and then it was off to getting ready for the ceremony. We were supposed to leave at 3:45 but the taxis were no where in sight. Finally one showed up and when we got to the Key West Garden Club we couldn't. It seems a triathalon's finish line was right next to the Garden Club. We had to pile out of the taxi and walk a couple of blocks.
They were not letting anyone through.
Oh no. We all crossed our fingers that the Bride/maid of honor and the rest of the guests could get in. We all waited at the beach site for them. After a short delay, they were able to proceed. A tall dreadlocked guy played the steel drum while we waited for the bride. If you've never heard "Here Comes the Bride" on the steel drums you haven't lived.
Proceeding the bride was the flower girl. One of her best friends who is a drag queen himself, dressed in a fairy costume, wings and all. Nimbly sprinkling rose petals before the bride's entrance. The "straight" folks loved it. Hell, we all did.
Unique vows, a symbolic sprinkling of oils in the sand and a hand fastening ceremony enriched the ceremony. At the end, a small box of butterflies were anxiously awaiting their release. Sighs, ooohs and aaahs uttered forth as they found their freedom. It was a beautiful sight seeing them fluttering over the ocean waters.
We went into the club, the steel drummer continued during our cocktail and dinner hour. Appropriately, our dinner was a Cuban buffet. A chill wind kept me bundled up in my dress and a jacket. Earlier, I'd given up trying to keep my hair straight and wore it all curled up as in previous years past. I got out on the dance floor and warmed up. The bride and her daughter loved to dance and most joined in joyous celebration.
Finally it was time to leave but the taxis couldn't get to us because folks were still coming across the finish line. The only hitch in the day. Back at our complex plans had been to have some group fun. But folks were tired and we made other plans for Sunday.
We were all happily tired.
Sunday morning was a brunch but I had to skedaddle to Naples. I did find the time for a nooner but sooner with my Thursday night friend after coffee. Then, replete, we had a short breakfast and coffee with the gang. Even though I couldn't join them for the brunch we all said our goodbyes by the pool.
It's a LONG trek back up the keys but it was a beautiful day and I was still in a Key West mood. I listened to Buffet half way up the keys. The water was sparkling and blue and I felt better than I had in a long time.
I'm in the perfect frame of mind to enjoy Naples and then head on to the nudist resort tomorrow for my Tampa winter sojourn.
A little 10am fun already with a cool guy who has wanted to meet me for years. Lake Anneke appeared to his satisfaction with promises to do this again when we're both in the same place in the future.
Life is good. I'm getting a little tan and I am SO happy to be in Florida and have spent time with wonderful folks. I'm sure it's going to be a titillating afternoon and I KNOW it will be all the time once I arrive back in nudieville.
Love and Hugs,
1/24/2014 - Boy Did I Need This
For those of you who are freezing their butts off I thought I'd rub it in a bit. NO! I didn't say I'd rub IT a bit. Settle down! It's 64 and sunny at 10:38am.
I'm sitting on the tiny little porch of my darling guest room in Key West. It's typical Key West quaint. Polished pine floors, cypress walls, lots of white trim and a poster bed with white dressings.
I arrived yesterday afternoon after a long haul from Lauderdale. Heading west my GPS had an anxiety attack and couldn't figure out how to get me to the turnpike. At that point, I figured it out myself and headed south. To Key West.
It's always been slow going. It still is. But as you hit the Keys and see sparkling turquoise water on both sides of the road you no longer care if the pace is slow. You can't help but smile.
I purposely put on my tropical attitude and sat back and enjoyed the drive. A short stop for lunch on the water. Shrimp tacos. Key West shrimp of course and then back to US1.
About an hour and a half out of Key West I gave in and dialed to Margaritaville on Sirius and XM. I'm not a huge Buffet fan but once the dial was set I knew it was the right station. Years ago, when I lived on a large lake north of Atlanta Buffet was the bomb for our weekend parties. The signal to begin was my ex turning on the blender and Buffet on the CD player.
Probably part of the reason I resist Buffet. This time I chose to remember the good parts of all those years with the old ball and chain. And there were many. Our relationships are never all bad.
I arrived at our bed and breakfast and parked on the street. The gals in the office couldn't have been more welcoming or hospitable. Folks just know how to chill here and be nice. Tourism is their game and they play it well.
As my gal gave me the guided tour I heard the bride to be's voice. She was right next door. Big hugs all around as she introduced me to her maid of honor and another friend. The party was going to begin soon!
Car unloaded, permanently parked and the important stuff, the booze, was brought to B's suite. I'd packed a whole box of various libations for Tampa but as I approached Key West I thought....these are going to be for the wedding celebration.
I mixed Cuba Libre's for B and I. Fresh key limes from my Wednesday night dinner friend's back yard tree. V had a raspberry beer and S had his own single malt scotch in a beautiful flask. One that had it's own cup.
All three of us were/are providers. He's a provider friend. The groom arrives later today. He's been a long time hobbyist. We sipped away, laughing ourselves silly about life, our provider lives/tales and the weekend ahead. It felt so good to be in a circle of like minded friends.
We were all chatting about relationships when B said, "being in this profession is like becoming a nun. It's impossible to have a relationship outside the profession and in order to be a really dedicated provider it's tough to keep a relationship outside the hobby going." Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know nun's are celibate but hang with me here. I think you understand what she means. And she's right.
Once we make that choice, the civilian word becomes off limits for dating and relationships. Most guys couldn't begin to handle sharing their woman must less her being a pro. It takes a very special guy to be able to do so. I've always said, that if I ever find a companion/companions, they will certainly be 1. in the lifestyle and/or 2. in the hobby. A vanilla guy couldn't do it. And that's okay.
I stopped dating because I didn't want to lie about what I did. And let's face it, I do have you for my intimate needs.
When I left Tampa, that circle of friends who could handle my profession and who were also in it or close to it was gone. A lot of my daily support was gone also. I've spent most of my life in the civilian world that last two and a half years in Upstate NY. Thankfully I get some kink from my friends here. And after my October awakening trip back to the nudie resort I KNOW I have to keep that lifestyle close to me. Thankfully my family puts up with and supports what I do and loves me for who I am. No judging. I'm very blessed in that.
But I need that circle of likeminded friends too. It was such a joy to be able to go out to dinner with a whole gang. To tell dirty limericks, laugh ourselves silly and last night, drink whatever the hell we wanted to.
Yeah, I had a slight hangover this morning but it was worth every sip. lol I still awakened at 7am. I'd gone to bed at 2am after a little fun. I know I'll need a nap later.
Coffee and a walk over to Duval Street. After a good walk I wandered into a French bistro for more coffee. A great French roast and eggs benedict on freshly baked brioche. Hey....you need carbs and fat to soak up the morning after alcohol.
Sitting outside next to a babbling fountain after a fantastic breakfast....all was right in the world. I felt/feel great.
Tonight is the bachelorette party. We're going to a drag queen show and who knows what else the night will bring.
Life is good. I am SO glad I made this trip to be a part of this celebration.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
1/22/2014 - The Bitter and The Sweet in Hollywood/Lauderdale
I found out today that my hotel is going to be razed for the Lauderdale airport expansion. That explains why things are the way they are. You can tell they aren't doing the continuing maintenance. Now I understand why.
It's slow. Same ole same ole. But I am covering my expenses and I am glad I stopped.
Especially today. Yesterday, on my way to check in, I took a short hop on Copans and stopped at the Memorial Gardens. My grandson is buried there. And the last time I was here I couldn't find his marker. So I stopped in the office to ask where he was.
You would think these folks would become numb to the grief that passes through their doors. As I gave his name, they asked, "what happened?" When I gave the answer I thought the gal behind the counter was going to cry.
Then another lovely lady came to take me in their little cart to the exact site. As we chatted about him and what had happened I could see her eyes mist over. I said, "I honestly thought you would become used to this." She answered, "Oh no. Sometimes I lose it during funerals."
I don't want this update to be a downer for you because today was not. I went back this morning with fresh flowers and water for his flower urn. I didn't have time yesterday. And as I stood over his marker I noticed the meticulous care of the grounds. I thought about the concern of the folks and their care and I felt good. This was a business but they were still caring folks. His remains are is in good hands.
He was a pisser. I wonder where he got those genes from? Beautiful, blonde hair, blue eyes. He called me his hippie grandma. I used to have wildly curly long hair then. You can see that in some of my early work.
I took a photo of the flowers and site and sent it on to my sister. My son happened to be at her house. He was okay seeing it.
Then, typical of all women, I went and had a little retail therapy and made a great lunch at Skyline Chili. Listen, life goes on and when he passed that event, more than anything else, gave me an even greater zest for life. Our time here is short. We shouldn't waste it.
And hopefully, I do not. I'll see his sister when I get to Tampa. She's my oldest grandchild and she's another pisser. Beautiful, sweet and very sexy. In fact, all the women in our family from great aunts to daughter to granddaughters, cousins, etc. were/are hot numbers.
Must be those Dutch and English genes.
Then one suitor this afternoon brought champagne, a rose and was bound and determined to break the dam. Thankfully I have two beds in my room. That one is absolutely trashed.
Tonight I'm having dinner with an old dear friend. We started out in a student/teacher relationship and it morphed into lovers after I left the old ball and chain, morphing again to good friends. His S O will be with him tonight. They've visited with me before for some naughty fun. Tonight, just dinner and catching up on old times. At least I think that's all. Who knows?
Tomorrow I pack it all up again and head to Key West. I may even have a hottie waiting for me. I can't wait!!!!! The main event however is going to be a wedding to talk about for a long time.
Life is good!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
1/21/2014 - Warm Thoughts from the Road
Good Morning My Darling Boys,
Today is my last morning in West Palm Beach. I head to Ft. Lauderdale/Hollywood after checkout.
I found Clematis Street last evening and had a very nice dinner at Oli. My bartender was from my hometown. How cool is that?
Unfortunately, it's been a slow start this morning. I just could NOT get going. Sleeping in hotel beds doesn't make for a restful sleep sometimes. A little known fact about me, if you care. I never sleep through the night. I wake up, turn over, go back to sleep. Sometimes several times. It's rare I sleep through a whole night. Thus, probably never a great night's sleep in the truest sense.
I knew I was really going to be moving slow so I threw on some clothes, (wish I could go down in my pj's) and headed down for coffee then breakfast. I took my Gratitude Journal with me. I knew it was time to write.
First I make my list of ten things I am grateful for. After looking at the list of the temperatures of the cities I've highlighted on my Iphon I wrote, warmer weather. It's 1 degree back home. It was 63 in West Palm. THAT in itself brought a smile and a little more awareness.
By the time I got to my second cup the daylight was starting to filter in. I'm not mean. And I don't mind talking in the morning. I just move slow. Forget going to the gym at 5:30 in the morning as some of you do. ACK!!!
Then I started to write. Free associate. We are using our right brain when we do so and that's the problem solving side of the brain.
At my age, one would think one knows oneself well. I'm always surprised at what I'm finding about me. Yes, I'm probably TOO introspective but remember, I am a female. We're like that.
One of the quirks I've identified is I prefer to be in my own environment to be the most comfortable in my work. It's about the setting and the mood for me. First. Sorry. I can't always control that in a hotel room. I can at home.
If those two things are the way I want them I'm halfway to arousal. Then, when you walk in the door, my motors already running at a higher rev.
Oh, it's always running. But sometimes it's really revved up before you ever arrive. What I'm surrounded with and what have transpired before your appearance matter too.
It seems the more adventures I have the more adventures I want. Too many days off are not good. Although at this very moment, my pussy is tingling thinking about getting laid within the next 90 minutes. Ha!
I like being in my nest! So I try and create that nest wherever I go. Special lighting, cool music, sexy attire and a great attitude.
Sometimes with all those in place it's tough to stay revved. Someone didn't think it was important to shower beforehand. Or be immaculate where it counts. He's a horrid kisser and he thinks sucking or biting my lips like a vacuum cleaner is going to turn me on. Even better, the one who shoves his tongue down you throat from the first kiss.
I love French kissing but I think the assault of the tongue down your throat from the first kiss is exactly that. An assault. I LOVE lips. Soft lips that touch yours. Tasting, exploring. Teeny nibbles, NOT big chunks out of that tender spot.
Then, slowly exploring, adding the tongue, bit by bit while our passion builds. Of course, I fully recognize that's what I like. It may be your ultimate turn on to do the DFK assault. Just don't be surprised when I take my fingers and close your mouth and say, "let me have your lips first."
Even better is what I call the guppy. His lips are tight and you can feel him open and close his mouth like a fish. He never relaxes his lips or tenderly kisses you. He's gulping for air and you hear this popping sound as he opens and closes his mouth. I had a boyfriend like that. I swear, I tried to teach him how to kiss. You are supposed to do that by example. He never figured it out. It was hopeless. The relationship didn't last.
Yeah, I'm a bitch.
What else do I need on the road? A HOT bath or shower. Not lukewarm water. Soft pillows and a good mattress. Descent heat or air. Good coffee and truly fresh fruit for breakfast. Not the Hampton Inn's canned version of fresh fruit. ACK!!!
Otherwise, it's all good. I can make a mediocre room into a haven of pleasure. Our pleasure.
So as I'm making journal notes this morning I list what I'll need for my N. Tampa/S. Pasco incall. I may do a redesign even though I'm renting. I'm going to be in it at least a month, maybe longer. I want that little nest to be exactly that. A cosy, sensual escape for me AND you. There I'll have lots of candles and lighting and music that's JUST right.
In the meantime, I'll work with what I have and hope you bring your A game to the boudoir. I like being a part of this equation too. In fact, it's very exciting to share passion with new and skillful lovers. For those who don't have the skill, I'll teach you if you want. For those who don't care, (which happens rarely) you'll leave with a smile on your face. After all, it isn't about me but I'm happy when it is.
Life is good! Key West......Thursday afternoon! Yippee!
Your VERY Naughty and Particular Girlfriend,
1/20/2014 - Florida Finally
I took the weekend off. Not by design but it was a good thing. I was feeling crummy Thursday evening and while I had a great night's rest and felt better Friday morning that yukkiness returned Friday evening.
It had been a long day on the road. And it was almost 9pm by the time I got to my Savannah airport hotel. I went to Sam Snead's first for dinner. I could check in after.
It's a nice restaurant. The food is good but my appetite was not. I left most of my meal and a glass of wine. THAT never happens.
But my hotel had upgraded me to a beautiful suite with a luscious bed and pillows. I took an Advil PM and I was out for the night.
I felt great again upon awakening but by the time I got to St. Augustine I was sagging again. I checked in, putzed around for a while, drove to the historic area and out toward the beach. I was feeling crummy again. Back to the hotel and read for a bit. I started to feel better and now I was hungry. A good sign.
But I knew I didn't want to wade into all the tourist trap restaurants in downtown. So I went exploring and found Le Pavillon on San Marco Avenue. It's an 1870's Victorian that has had several owners. The last ones have run the restaurant since the late 1970's and were from New York State. The owner was manning the bar and she willingly share the history. Along with the info about the resident ghost. You gotta love it.
Dinner was fabulous! I would highly recommend a stop if you are anywhere near St. Augustine. Or make a drive of it. I'm going to go back before I head home when I feel normal. It's a charming town with lots of neat antique shops. I can see a day wandering around and then having dinner again at this gem.
It's French, Swiss and German cuisine. The sauces are to die for. Perfectly cooked veggies. (I hate half raw vegetables. Even if it is the current trend.) And the tiramisu is the absolute best. I rarely have dessert but this was worth the extra calories.
Another good night's rest and it seems I'd finally thrown off whatever it was that was trying to take me down. I had heard there was a stomach virus going around. I think it was just too much driving, change of climate, allergies, who knows. In short, I feel great again.
I'm in West Palm now. I arrived yesterday afternoon to 71 and sunny. While it's mid-50's this morning that a far cry from the terrible weather up north. Ask me if I miss freezing my buns off?
South Florida has never been a good venue for me. I have a VIP ad on my top site. Nada up until now but as the business goes, last minute inquiries are beginning. Absolutely maddening that you guys wait until the last minute. How different this business is from when I started. Once the pimps started promoting the young girls on Craig's list, BP and other similar sites, requiring no screening, last minute availability, it started to become the industry norm.
I watched the progression on TER. You'd see a comment on one of the boards about "the diamond in the rough" they had found on Craig's list. Of course it was cheap. Of course she didn't screen and they loved it. Of course the pimp wrote her ad. And she was most likely an addict. But boys will be boys and one thing led to another and then....the recession. Nice gals losing their jobs, needing $$$'s, etc. etc. The business changed from a real service to a get in, get off, get out the door attitude for many. It was just about money. On both sides.
Thankfully, not all but the last minute expediency is the average. Since I began in the booked ahead era I've had to change my mindset. I'd seen that as disrespectful. Now I see it as the business norm. But I don't have to like it.
Still, business has been good since I got over myself. Once I dropped that arrogant attitude it's been fabulous.
My advertiser meeting gave me some links you might find interesting. www.vice.com Fascinating site. Here's a link I think you'd enjoy. I'm going to buy one of these. I'd love to watch you using one of these things. Of course, they would have to be sterilized between use and you would also wear a cover. Or bring your own. But I think it would be hot to watch you use this. Inexpensive they are not.
And by the way, I do ask my friends if they masturbate when they are on their own. I am a great proponent of doing so. Doctors confirm that it's great for the prostate. Keeps the plumbing cleaned out. And we providers certainly know you need the release more often then your S O's do. Otherwise you wouldn't be seeing us.
Today? A trip to the gym soon and then I get ready for a 1pm. Nothing else on the docket.....yet. I know I'll go down to City Place this evening in Palm Beach. The shuttle will take me there. Maybe a little shopping, a cocktail and a light dinner.
I'm in West Palm until Tuesday noon. Ft. Lauderdale/Hollywood until Thursday noon. Then ON TO KEY WEST and all the festivities. I will be available there but on a VERY limited basis. Naples this Sunday until Tuesday 11ish. And FINALLY TAMPA and check in Tuesday afternoon.
I can hardly wait. While it's cooler here the air is soft and the sun is brighter. Feels fabulous and I'm so glad to be back in Florida.
More tales from the road as I think you might find them interesting.
Life is good.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
1/17/2014 - More Tales From The Road
I'm feeling a lot perkier and positive today. Yesterday I started to sag. Two longer playtimes and what felt like the beginning of a cold had me feeling terrible last night.
If it hadn't occurred to you, my job is very physical. Add all the miles on the car and consider that I'm no spring chicken and the "tired" seems logical.
So, I cooled it with cocktails, took two advil pm's and was lights out at 10pm. THAT did the trick and I feel like my old self again. I have this little trick to beat off colds and sinus infections. The old home salt snort. Sounds disgusting but it works. I haven't had a sinus infection in 5 years. So an extra one last night and a vitamin C helped too.
I awakened at 7am. 9 hours of sleep is a world record for me. Made coffee in my room, (the hotel breakfast is atrocious), had a banana, took a long leisurely bath and washed my hair. I want to be particularly well put together today.
1. I'm meeting my primary advertiser for lunch. I won't say their name because I'm not sure they want everyone to know they are based in Raleigh. But they are the top upscale site in the world and have brought me lots of business over the years. I got my start in this business with them. 2. I have a house call on the way to Savannah in Fayetteville.
One of the advantages of touring around the country is that I've made friends everywhere. Even in the most unlikely places like Fayetteville. Mostly known for Fort Bragg. He's an old friend so I look forward to seeing his digs and having some fun.
Then I finish the travels today in Savannah. I threw an ad up on www.theeroticreview.com and date-check but that's it. It's hot, hot, hot. Yep, Backpage arrests galore. In fact, I haven't used them at all this trip south. I've been as busy as I want to be.
Then it's on to St. Augustine Saturday. I hope to get in early enough to do some sight seeing. If I don't entertain it will be perfectly okay. South Florida will probably be busy next week so I'm gathering my reserves of strength. lol
I haven't gotten to see Sheree at all. Her new job is so busy she has no free time. Kudos to her and my best wishes for continued success even though I miss her.
I am pasty white. So I'm going to have to be careful in the sun. I packed lots of sun screen and a big hat. Yeah, there will be tan lines until I get to the nudie resort. Can't be helped. IF I had time I'd head to Haulover Beach in North Miami.
For those of you who are unaware, it's a nude beach. Access to the public. I'd say it's a 1/2 miles long and it's a trip to visit there. Folks behave themselves because they don't want that right taken from them. But that doesn't stop the droves of lurkers walking up the beach to gawk.
Goodness, we are such an unsophisticated lot in the United States. Naked bodies....oh wow! Believe me when I tell you that there are some bodies you wouldn't want to see naked but that's NOT what nudism is about. It's about being free. There's nothing like swimming in the ocean stark naked. Absolutely fabulous. I'll just have to do it in a pool when I get to my final destination.
I LOVE walking in the pool in the mornings. I'll walk until it gets too deep and then I'll swim until it becomes shallow again. It's a great, refreshing workout. Hopefully, the pool heater will be working. It's been chilly there the last few nights.
That's enough for today. If you don't hear from me for a day or two, it's a good thing. It means I'm being naughty and having fun.
Life is good.
Smiles and Kisses,
1/15/2014 - Richmond to Raleigh
I had a short hop to Richmond, Virginia Tuesday morning. One friend waiting for me to arrive.
I'll say it. I don't appreciate being called a cunt and a bitch. Oh, I know it's all arousal madness but I still don't appreciate it. Calling a woman a cunt is the worst thing you can say about her. It's utterly demeaning. Not to mention that he wanted everything off the menu for a GFE donation.
On top of it, he was a smoker. Mouth, skin, hair, yuk. So smokers, if you are coming for an appointment take a shower when you arrive. I always have extra towels. And use soap. And then use mouthwash. No one likes kissing someone whose mouth tastes like an ashtray. Or their body.
After, I cleaned up and took the hotel shuttle to Acacia. A dear friend in Orlando recommended it. Beautiful place in a trendy part of town. Sadly, their snooty attitude almost ruined the meal.
There were several empty places at the bar but they had "bar reservations" and made me sit on the side until they were sure they had a place for me. The bartender had that "smelling a dead mackerel" look on his face. But, believe it or not, I tried to be pleasant and make the most of the recommendation. Excellent meal and extraordinary wine. But not friendly at all.
Still, the food was great.
Back at my hotel I fell asleep in front of the television, awakening at 1:30. Oops, pit stop and back to bed. I had no demands in the morning.
An easy drive to Raleigh. Lunch at Cracker Barrel. It's a great place to eat on the road. REAL food and friendly folks and inexpensive. I always look for them.
It was sunny, 59 and the air was soft as I arrived at my hotel in Raleigh. What a change from a few days ago in Upstate NY. NO ice, fog, gray or snow. Hooray! Absolutely lovely.
A new friend, the classic southern gentleman visited. He arrived with a beautiful bouquet of Sterling Silver roses. He couldn't have known they are my favorite. My dad used to grow them and they've always had a special place in my heart.
We yakked for a while before the fun began. It's always lovely to meet someone who isn't in a rush to get in, get off and get out.
I'm close to a big mall so I headed to Belk's and Macy's for some things I needed to replace. Black thigh hi's for sure. They had the size and colors I needed. So hard to find so I was thrilled.
McCormack and Schmidt's for dinner. Blue Point oysters, wine and their shrimp trio. For a chain, they always do it right.
Now it's time for tv, bed and an early morning call with an old Raleigh friend. We were trying to arrange a threesome with my now retired from providing friend Sheree but her current job didn't allow her the time. What a bummer. Still, she's happy she has a steady income and a recent promotion. We working gals know how to work! She'll be a huge success!
I'm so happy to be in warmer weather and back in the south where folks take the time to say hello and chat. No matter what you do or where you go. There really is such a thing as southern manners. How refreshing!
Of course, Florida is NOT southern. It's a melting pot of obnoxious northerners, (I am one so I can so that), friendly mid-westerners, latin American transplants/visitors and world travelers. It's a really cosmopolitan place. But Tampa is friendly. And eventually I get to experience their own brand of hospitality. Naked.
Life is good.
Your Tired but Still Naughty Girlfriend,
1/14/2014 - Tales From The Road
It's Tuesday morning so it must be Baltimore/BWI. It's gray, rainy and a whole lot warmer than Upstate New York. I packed my car Saturday morning. It took forever as the whole back yard was a sheet of ice as was the front sidewalk.
What to do? This was dangerous stuff. We keep a pail of rock salt so I took that pail and a scoop and started salting the brick sidewalk going out to our parking area. Eventually, it was light enough that I could just dump the salt from the pail.
Oh, it wasn't going to melt the ice quickly enough to walk on it but it did provide traction with a gritty surface to step on. Finally loaded up, I skidded out of town and headed toward the Northway. Our side streets were definitely dangerous.
Once I got on the Northway I hit dense fog. And that was the case most of the way to Northern New Jersey. A short stop at my sister's halfway for lunch and girl talk helped alleviate the strain of the drive. Plus my coat needed a safe home for my winter absence.
I arrived at the hotel in NNJ for my overnight client. An old dear friend. Or so I thought. As my sister says, "you can't go back." I'd left a day earlier than planned, passed up numerous requests for adventures before I left, only to find out Sunday morning that no donation was going to appear. Later I found out he "thought" I was meeting as an old friend after he'd asked to meet me as a professional. He "thought" that our subsequent emails and phone calls after the request changed his obligation.
Sick to my stomach as he left and embarrassed now to ask, I texted my Sis. She said, "I'd be calling on that phone and telling him to turn his car around and come back. With the donation." Which I did. And sent an email saying how hurt and upset I was. Instead I got a snotty note saying he was sorry but he had assumed.....blah, blah, blah. The motto here, "never count your chickens before they are hatched." I'm over the hurt and anger now. But there is a lesson here for me. And as my sister says, "next." Ha! If you haven't guessed, she's a pisser.
I was supposed to stop at my pie man friend's home later that afternoon. I emailed him, asking if I could come earlier. He was just up the hill. He said, "sure" and we spent the afternoon catching up. He hadn't been able to get the heat to work in the basement where we were going to do the pie video and he also knew I was not in a good place to do it. We will film in Florida in February.
I asked him if he wanted to play before or after dinner. He opted for after so off we went to Forno of Spain in downtown Newark. If you haven't experienced this Portuguese/Spanish establishment, run, don't walk to it. It was absolutely fabulous. The food, the ambience, the service, the whole package.
Back home, I catered to one of his favorite things to have done. Being shaved. I'd even bought him a little gift of a professional razor. He moaned in contentment as I shaved his back, shoulders, butt and you know what. He said it felt like a massage. Then I massaged the you know what.
We yakked for a long time and I watched Downton Abbey. I wouldn't miss one episode of it and he graciously let me snuggle in a big recliner and stay connected to my favorite show of the moment. He headed to his room for his shows and a phone call. We don't sleep together. He snores too much. The next morning I pointed the car toward BWI.
I'm having my second cup of coffee here, awaiting a new friend at 9:30. He's always had an older woman fantasy. He'll be able to fulfill that this morning and then I'll be on my way to Richmond.
I had originally intended to stay two nights. When nothing was forthcoming in the shape of pre-bookings I changed my itinerary. Plus this place is HOT! As you would know, the day before the phone started ringing off the hook and I've been busy. That's a good thing.
I was supposed to meet an old friend last night for dinner and HE stood me up. That's what happens when you do nice things for people in this business. Unfortunately when there is no commitment for a donation, there is no commitment. Yeah, after Saturday night this was not so nice BUT I had already decided I wasn't "working" that evening and a hot playtime was what I wanted. After a nice dinner and conversation. What a dope he is.
I realized that he wasn't going to show up during my martini. My seatmates to my right were having a great time. It was an older gal like me and she had the place going. Young guys on each side of her and she had them on their toes. I was laughing to myself at her antics. Classy and a great personality. It was fun to watch someone else.
As I ordered dinner and another drink they all called over to me and introduced themselves. I moved over and the fun started. It's great when that happens. She absolutely grilled the cute guy between us. Seems he was married and his wife had been "indiscreet". He was not happy in his marriage. Ms Personality was advising him to "work it out." As soon as she left guess what? Yep, he wanted to know if he was going to share my bed. Some things in life are so predictable.
He offered to walk me to my room and I told him NO way. Cute as he was, I wasn't offering a thing. Except a kiss goodnight. He got off at floor 9 and I went up. Alone. And happy to be so.
The flirting and the offer was enough for my bruised ego. My earlier friends had taken care of my lust.
Life is good. This trip is going to be such a fun adventure.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
1/05/2014 - We Are Having A Heat Wave
Good Morning My Darlings,
That was a positive affirmation in the title of this entry. At the moment it's 0 out. Supposedly it's going to be mid-30's this afternoon. It sure has a lot of heating up to do in a short amount of time. I'm never a pessimist but this is a real stretch for me.
It was -9 when I awakened yesterday. That is so cold that when I touched the metal storm back door handle it burned. I turned around and went right back inside.
But one brave soul drove down for a little playtime. It was his first time in many years. He was a widower and the story was heart breaking. But our time together was heart expanding. He told me he'd been watching a LOT of porn the last few days to make sure he was doing things right. And boy did he! We played, yakked, I made him a cup of coffee with a little bit of Bailey's, yakked some more and then went back into the boudoir for round two.
I know this isn't appealing to some of you but it is to others. He loved the prostate massage and he really LOVED my strap on. In fact, I switched from my smallest one to a bigger Doc Johnson model. He loved that even more. Is my back a little sore today? Yeah....but it was worth pushing it to see him enjoy himself so much. Not to mention he was hell bent on making sure I did also. And I most certainly did. We were going through towels left and right. Lake Anneke overflowed the dam. Big smiles from both of us. I've made a new friend and he's a happy guy. That is very satisfying. On all levels.
Well, it's 7 days and counting until my Southern departure. I'd be lying if I said I can hardly wait. All this snow and cold has done it for me. I am SO ready to get out of cold country. But I will miss all the busyness being a naughty girl in Upstate New York. The good news is that it seems to be following me all the way south. I have a feeling this is going to be a very good trip.
I may have to change BWI to someplace outside of DC. Keep an eye on my calendar this week. It's VERY hot around the Baltimore airport. While screening should resolve that concern there's no point in being reckless. I'll let ya know if I do.
I'd rather NOT go to DC.
DC has this reputation for no shows and cancellations. And the reputation is based on truth. It's one of the toughest places to tour in the US. I think some of the guys associated with the guys in power in the District have an inflated idea of who they are. And a low opinion of the working girls. No respect.
After my tryst yesterday and others like it over the years I'm proud of what our profession offers. So I don't go to cities who don't appreciate us very often. Fortunately, my tour there on the way home from Florida last year was stellar. I haven't decided if I'll stop on the way back this trip. In fact, I don't even know WHEN I'll head back.
My original plan was to be home Mid-March. I know it won't be warm in Upstate then. We're looking at May before that happens but I won't stay away that long. It all depends on how things go in Tampa. Again, you'll be the first to know.
I have some naughtiness to look forward to this afternoon. And the whole week looks busy with adventures and personal appointments for things that need to be done before I leave. Not to mention packing. Two months away is a lot of stuff. Not to mention shoes. Boots for cold weather, high heels/thigh hi boots for adventures, sandals for warm weather. Sneaks for working out and walking. You get the picture. I'll need a suitcase just for them.
You might be happy to know that I am wearing heels again. I bought a gorgeous pair of 5 inch Jennifer Lopez peep toe stilettos. They are black lace over nude. The sides are sheer black lace. VERY sexy. And believe it or not, they are comfortable. Of course, they are only for behind closed doors. My ankle isn't strong enough to be hiking or dancing in them yet.
Still.......progress! Life is good!
Did you make a New Year's Resolution? Mine is always to get back to eating healthier and taking better care of myself. And to have a hot threesome with two kinky boys. Harder to arrange than you can imagine. Actually that's a wish rather than a resolution. But if I resolve that to happen, it will! I'm heading in the right direction to increase the odds. Florida is a very kinky, naughty place.
I hope this 2014 has had a good beginning for you. My best hopes that this whole year will be a banner one for ALL of us. Here's to lots of......adventures!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
12/30/2013 - Goodbye 2013 Hello 2014
WHERE did this year go? It's been a roller coaster ride for sure. Starting out sort of dismal and exploding into great business the end of May. And that has continued.
I have much to be grateful for and believe me, I am! Plus the friendship and support of so many wonderful friends, here and in person. I am blessed and I thank you all. Whether we've met in person, spoken on the phone, exchanged emails or you've watched me being naughty in my clips. It's ALL appreciated and cherished!
The sun is shining this morning but there is a layer of frozen slush all over the backyard and my car. It rained here yesterday and then the temperature dropped. My landlord still hasn't shoveled and I have no intention of doing his job. When we had the 15 inches the day before my trip to Boston I had to shovel out the whole alley before it refroze that evening. Or there would have been no Boston trip.
Surprisingly enough, I managed to do so without any problems. My back has come a long way. Something else to be grateful for.
So, NO shoveling today. Not frozen slush.
I can't wait to leave for Florida. This has been an extremely cold winter and I'm so over being cold all the time. Thankfully, I have a heated mattress pad in the boudoir and an extra space heater. Plus a luscious, furry duvet. It's very sexy and cozy. I'll miss you Upstate boys but warm weather beckons. AND I WILL be back!
Surprisingly, Christmas week was good. I think some of you had had enough of "together" time and snuck out. Others were single and could. Whatever the reason I had a good week.
It didn't go quite as planned though. My daughter was supposed to join me after Christmas but an ailing cat nixed those plans. We all love our pets so I understood when she couldn't leave him. Fortunately he's okay. But my plans went up in smoke. Luckily I was able to deposit those miles back into my Delta FF account. Instead, I saw you. Tough huh? lol
Sis and SO are coming up for New Year's Eve. I'll fix a light dinner, something with chicken and mushrooms. She's bringing shrimp for appetizers and Madeline's for dessert. There will be lots of champagne. It's very busy downtown for New Year's Eve so if we can stay warm we'll partake of the activities. It's going to be close to zero.
Thank the heavens for THE COAT! It's the warmest thing I own. Probably that anyone owns and so much more attractive than one of those ugly LLBean down monstrosities. Sorry, I'm a great believe in "it's better to look marvelous than feel marvelous dahling." Thankfully, I can do both with that gorgeous mink coat. There WILL be several layers under the coat too. It's not a night to be totally stupid about footwear and bare legs. Say, frostbite?
I'm already packing in my mind for Florida. Actually, I'm going to put together the accoutrements for sunbathing in a new suitcase I got on sale this week. Since I'm going to be visiting non-nudist places in Florida I do need a bathing suit. And sunscreen. And coverups. And of course, sexy sandals.
Yes, that car is going to be packed full. I'll be away almost two months. One needs all the accessories and goodies to look great wherever I am. What can I say? I'm a Leo. That's how we are.
Still chatting with my new friend. He will be my guest at the nudie resort the last weekend of January. We're both looking forward to learning more about each other. While one can learn lots chatting it's no substitute for one on one. I know we're going to the club in Steampunk attire one night. Another is reserved for a special ceremony. I'm thinking of something that's near and dear to me to share with him in addition.
I am really excited about attending the commitment ceremony of my dear friends in Key West. That is such a fun, funky town. While I'll be in St. Augustine, the Palm Beach area and possibily Hollywood beforehand, I'm regarding Key West as the REAL beginning to my southern sojourn.
The bachelorette party is a drag queen show. Beverly says bring lots of $1 bills. It's going to be hilarious.
So, it's time to get back to the gym. The ankle is almost healed. I was actually able to wear a gorgeous new pair of very sexy Jennifer Lopez 5 inch heels for a new friend yesterday. Hooray!
I spied them on sale, even better, and thought, PERFECT for the next photo shoot. I'll wear them for you before that. I'm planning on another when I return to Upstate in the spring.
Visions of mini-dresses, lots of skin and a golden Florida tan are pictured in my mind for this next shoot. How can that be bad?
Hopefully I have a new friend, 24, visiting today. I'm horny. He'd better watch out.
Life is good. Happy New Year darlings!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
12/24/2013 - Merry Christmas
Hello My Darling Boys,
The sun is shining and it's 23 outside. The birds and one big fat squirrel are frantically feeding. They have been in hiding the last few days with the extreme cold. Yesterday's warmer temperatures and rain seem to have coaxed them out of their shelters.
Our weatherman says it will dip even lower for Christmas Eve. Perhaps a light dusting of snow. Now wouldn't that be nice for Christmas Eve?
My shopping is all completed. Just a couple of gifts to wrap. My Christmas celebration stretches out this week so there will be presents under the tree until Friday. Great fun.
I'm making lasagna today. My friend from Fetlife is coming over for dinner at 8pm and then we're heading to a beautiful late mass at a nearby church. The ceiling hasn't caved in on me yet so I think we'll be safe tonight. After all, the church is supposed to be for sinners. I'm sure I'll be in good company.
He's new to worship and he asked that we find something traditional with beautiful music. This church ticks all those boxes. In fact, there's so much incense at times it's hard to breath. I chuckled to myself last year as I sat behind two couples who were there with their parents.
It was two sisters and their boyfriends. Obviously neither of the guys had ever been to a service like this one. Their discomfort was obvious as were the booze fumes emanating over the pews. At the earliest opportunity they bolted.
After all, the mass was 90 minutes long. I'd have bolted too if I'd been them. But I used to substitute as an organist at this particular denomination years ago so I know the liturgy. While it is a bit too long it is steeped in tradition, (which you know I love) and the music is glorious. A fabulous pipe organ with a world class organist and excellent choir. I am transported. I hope my friend will be also.
You may find this all a bit too much to take. A provider/escort sitting in church? Do I tell the people next to me what I do for a living? No. Because I'm ashamed? No. Because it would make THEM uncomfortable.
I have more of a world view of other faiths now. But I love returning to my roots every now and then. I believe that up there, on the seventh floor, as I say, that there IS a power greater than us and it's a good thing to have that energy of love and support surrounding us and our friends. No matter how you send it there. Prayer, spells, thoughts, whatever.
I also believe that the sexual person I am is a gift. That what I love and offer to my friends is also a gift. One they may receive with no strings and no fear that I'll ruin their lives. One that will help them through their everyday lives. For whatever reason.
Single and no time to date. Recently divorced and knowing it's not yet time for another relationship. A sexless marriage with a beloved partner. A sexless marriage with a partner who has trapped them. And on and on. Not everyone who walks through the door has a sex addiction. Few do. Most, are regular guys who are responsible and need a few moments of pampering, intimacy and release in their lives. This is my calling and fortunately it provides a nice life for me.
I am grateful.
One I met in Boston last week told me he'd read the journal and "gotten off" to my descriptions of my naughty threesomes. More than once. I said that was great. And I pointed out that this journal has become less titillating as the years go by. Even though my life still has many titillating stories to tell. I wanted you and he to see me/us as real people of value. Not just objects. He said, "I could care less." I'm not going to comment on what I think about that. You can figure it out how I probably felt. Most times, it's best to keep your mouth shut. lol
Boston was slow. Snowstorms, cold weather and right before Christmas. But it was delightful. I love that city and Christmas shopping is fun. Not to mention having oysters at Legal Seafood. One of the bartenders kept bringing me little samples of other white wines and commented we should go drinking together. I think she got nervous when I said I was in town until Thursday. Was there a little something going on? I don't know. Fun to consider the possibilities.
I miss my friend Lauren and her S O. They are in Dublin until February 1st with brand new luxurious digs. Hopefully, our last films will be up on clips for sale soon. Whenever Jim has some time at home to put them up.
I'm not really bi. As I've said to others, I am turned on by the sexually setting and opportunity. And if there's another woman to share it then it will be fun. BUT Lauren is the exception. She has always intrigued me and I am turned on by her.
Years ago, before becoming a provider, I'll say, BBP, I was at a party during the Fort Lauderdale Air and Sea Show. The host had a condo overlooking Ft. Lauderdale beach. For those of you who know it, The planes started their run at Oakland Park and fly down the beach to Las Olas. It's a truly exciting time.
After an afternoon of partying and naughtiness I found myself in the bedroom, drinking champagne with another gal. She was hot. I was horny and we almost.......but we didn't. We made arrangements to get together another time. And then I realized, in the sober light of day, that she was a whack job. I backed away. So, never say never.
I do remember taking a young hottie in the laundry room for a quickie that day. I never said I was a good girl. I'm just a girl who's good at being bad.
That's enough titillation. And my gift to you.
It's my wish that these holidays are happy and blessed for you and yours. It's a wonderful time of year. Life is good.
I'm around until I head south January 12th. Come wish me bon voyage!
Love and Kisses,
12/14/2013 - Baby It Is SO Cold Outside
It was 3 degrees this morning. We're up to a balmy 7 at the moment. It's so cold and dry the snow forecasted is sucked up before it hits the ground. Although the temperature is supposed to go up later this afternoon and the snowfall will make it to earth. 4-6 inches forecasted here. It's predicted to snow all night and into tomorrow morning.
The roads should be clear for my Monday morning trip to downtown Boston. I'm looking forward to spending a few days there this time of year. Boston is a beautiful city. Fortunately I'm going to be seeing some dear old friends this week. Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to all of us.
I am awaiting a friend. The lights on the tree are on. The candles are lit and yes, holiday music is on the sound system. I have some very cool albums for the holidays so don't wince. I only get to do this once a year.
Although I'm thinking next year I just might celebrate the season in Florida. It's gotten too cold too soon this year. BRRRR!!!!
I'm thinking that smearing on sunscreen and driving around with a decorated golf cart might play out better next year. We'll just have to see how things go in 2014. I do expect to be gradually increasing my time in Florida over the next 2-3 years. Whoa.....are you thinking of retiring Anneke? One never knows, does one? As long as that phone is ringing and folks are smiling as they leave and I love it I'm going to continue to be Anneke. I probably always will be on film.
As the baby boomers get older and guys get desensitized to porn the older/mature/granny market grows. I find it amusing but am thankful that is how it seems to be trending. I'll stay on that bandwagon.
Still communicating with my new friend. We share an interest in Steampunk. If you don't know what that is, google it. He's sending me a Steampunk hat for Christmas to wear when we go to the club in February. I'm thinking I might wear Steampunk attire for one outfit change the next photo shoot. Oh, sexy Steampunk for sure. Some of the women's costumes are a little too Victorian. Which means, covered up. THAT will never do!
I bought myself a copy of Skyfall this week. In my opinion, it's the best Bond film so far. And I've been a Bond fan since Dr. No. Now I'm really dating myself. I'm thinking I'd love that 50 year collection of Bond. Some of the movies were far fetched and lost the essence of Bond but some were great. It would be great to have the collection.
I also received my Christmas present early. Oh, hell yes, I buy my own presents. A new oriental rug by Couristan for the living room. Very exotic and different and colorful. Remind you of anyone you know?
Another gift to myself was a session with my life coach. She's a counselor, psychic, intuitive gem of a gal. One with tremendous common and business sense. As well as possessing great spiritual depth. I am so happy to have found her. I cherish our new friendship.
She sees that this year has been one of huge change in the most positive ways for me. Of course, I knew that. But this was a year end tune up. There are some family issues that I have to handle differently. We can all learn new ways of doing things at any age. And I wanted to see where my new friend fit in. She says to enjoy him and whatever our friendship brings. I agree. 2014 is going to be a really wonderful adventure.
Life is good. Especially when you discover your authentic self. What a blessing! One I hope you will experience also.
Come see me for a holiday treat for yourself!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
12/07/2013 - A Day In Infamy
As soon as I wrote the date on my gratitude journal page I remembered. It's Pearl Harbor Day. I'm sure the number of us who recall what that means is dwindling. I hope we remember that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it. My thoughts are with those who lost loved ones on that awful day. What followed was worse. I pray we never forget the sacrifices our soldiers made in both theaters during WWII.
It's 30 in Upstate NY with a light dusting of snow in the back yard. No covering on the sidewalks and roads. While the roads were slick last night, no worries today.
I've been freezing in my apartment but a fix of the problem has resulted in warmer floors and a much more comfortable place. The test of the fix will come next week when the temperature dips back down into the teens.
No worries.....a heated mattress pad and a little bedroom space heater will keep the love nest toasty and cozy just in case the fix wasn't adequate.
I had a little tour over to Syracuse this week. After cancellations and no shows it was an underwhelming trip. Still it had it's great moments. Back home, things improved. I always kick myself for leaving.
It has gotten a little quieter. Understandably so. Holiday spending is more on the minds of my friends. Sometimes they can't justify buying a gift for themselves. Moi. Thankfully, others have no problem pampering themselves.
Yesterday was one of those afternoons when I REALLY love my job. I've been exchanging emails with a young man in the Capital District for over a year. Finally, we were to meet at noon.
Tall, movie star handsome, soft spoken and extremely well equipped. The frosting on the cake? An excellent kisser and lover. As soon as we hit the boudoir and he undressed I gasped. I told him you should be filming porn. And then the fun began.
When women tell you size doesn't matter.......they are lying. Of course when you don't have the size but you DO have other skills then there's a lot of truth to that statement. Not all gentlemen who are well equipped are great lovers. They usually think their size is all that matters. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Fortunately for me, he had it all. Size, girth, skills and great kisser. The towels were drenched. He bragged he knew how to make gals squirt and he hadn't lied. Holy Moly. Lake Anneke came forth again and again.
We ARE going to film. I just have to buy a new camera. These days, they are not a fortune. I know my friends who watch my videos are going to enjoy our interaction when we do capture it. Big smile on my face.
Then a phone call, easily verifiable and I took a little drive south and slightly east for an outcall. Lovely guy and the fun he needed. Hopefully, he'll call again.
I stopped at a new favorite restaurant on the way home. It was jammed. One of my Syracuse friends from Sweden had remarked this week, "you Americans spend so much money eating out. We rarely do in Sweden." Some food for thought there.
After playtime we did share a sexy meal together. One I'd never experienced before. Korean barbecue. My mouth is salivating thinking of finding a Korean place in the Capital District. Loved it!
Thursday evening, after returning from Syracuse, Sis drove up and we went downtown for one of the city's annual and famous Holiday festivals. The main street was closed and it was jammed with people. Live entertainment was everywhere. A glass of wine and some Tapas fortified us for the stroll. We oohed and aahed at the festival of trees. We avoided Santa there but ran into him again playing a hot saxophone solo in the street. Who knew Santa played the sax?
Dinner at one of my fav places in honor of her upcoming birthday. At our age there's not much you can buy for us.(unless it's REALLY expensive) So dinner was her gift.
I LOVE living here. And now that the floors and the place is not freezing cold I'll enjoy it so much more. It's a beautiful city and even more so decked out for the holidays!
My tree is up. The place is decorated for the season. The bar is stocked and the fridge is full of Prosecco. Come have a holiday cocktail and some fun. It's that time of year. (I don't bake cookies any more.) My gift is more personal.
Remember I'm heading south January 13th.
Life is good.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
11/30/2013 - Holiday Escape at Anneke Van Buren s
I survived Turkey Day. Actually, I skipped breakfast and lunch Thursday to save myself for the BIG meal.
A little snow Tuesday evening and then rain on Wednesday with freezing temps that night didn't deter travel Thursday morning. The roads were clear and dry. Lots of traffic to Grandma's house though. I swear New York City empties out and heads to Upstate New York every long weekend. Some of these folks only drive then. And it shows.
It was a small gathering. Sis, her S O, my son and I. We didn't go crazy with a zillion dishes but we did enjoy the brined turkey and her scrumptious Pumpkin Cheesecake.
Friday morning I awakened early. A friend from Rhode Island was supposed to travel to me and arrive around noon. He was going to help me with my tree, lights and libido. And spend the night. We had originally planned the weekend. One of my clients graciously changing an overnight Saturday to another later date to accommodate me. The day before he informed me he could only stay the night. He'd forgotten he had to be somewhere Saturday morning. GRRR!
I put my annoyance aside. He has a history of broken promises. I needed the help and I wanted to see if he would shoot himself in the foot.....again. 3 and a half hours later than noon he finally appeared. Empty handed. The excuse, "I didn't know where the florists and the liquor stores were." I guess they don't have them in Rhode Island.
If I sound angry I wasn't. I honestly was laughing on the inside, thinking this is so freakin' typical of him. First order of business after the hug, kiss and making him a martini was the tree and lights. Once out of the way we settled in to snuggling. My mother didn't raise an idiot. And snogging, as the Brits say. I cut him some slack because we've always had this incredible chemistry. Once the kissing starts I forget I'm annoyed.
A long sumpthin', sumpthin' then I prepared dinner. A little vino and great conversation throughout his time with me. Until his phone rang. A disaster at home meant he now had to drive back that night. I mentioned he shouldn't be going any where after Martini's and wine. And so he stayed for round two and then some coffee. Off into the night by 10:30. Another one bites the dust.
I don't know what it is but I have hardly ever slept with anyone in the last 14 1/2 years I've been single. I'm beginning to think I am cursed except that it's now difficult for me to sleep with anyone anyway. I'm used to hogging the bed and my pillows. I have it all just the way I like it. And that's the curse and the bonus of being a bachelorette all these years. I don't think of myself as divorced any more. That was too long ago and I don't even know who that woman was way back then.
Lest you think I'm jaded I had a nice conversation with my new friend that I met in Florida this morning. Unlike most, he calls or texts when he says he's going to. How refreshing. Someone who does what they say they are going to do. Amazingly delightful. As he is. And yes, he knows about the tree trimmer's visit. We're in the lifestyle remember?
Today, I'm working on the Christmas décor, saving the real tree trimming for after my 2pm friend departs. The Messiah will go on, the champagne in the ice bucket and it's officially the Holidays again.
I've been surprisingly busy this week. I think some of you have enough of "family" and need to get away either 1. before all the family time or 2. in the middle of it to make it through the weekend. Those in-laws can get on your nerves can't they?
Well, there is place to escape to. Anneke's place. And you can give yourself an early Holiday gift.
Life is good.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
11/28/2013 - Happy Thanksgiving
I awakened early this Thanksgiving morn. I'd gone to bed, early for me. A bad dream startled me from sleep and a sink full of dishes awaited me. Plus the intention to make an early start on my way to my sister's, 90 miles south.
I'm having that glorious morning coffee, peeking at my email while I do so. Usually I start my gratitude list before I head to the computer.
Labor Day Monday this year I began tallying 10 things I'm grateful for each morning. No matter how small they are. I can honestly say it's changed my life. When one frames life in a positive way it seems to start happening that way in spades. Thank you Beverly Fisher, now retired, for your advice in doing so.
And so, as I look back to last year at this time I can really see the positives in a much bigger picture.
1. Business is 200% better
2. I am even healthier
3. My apartment is completely furnished and decorated.
4. I'm paying down debt and will be debt free within the next six months.
5. Most of my family is healthy.
6. I've made a good friend who has become cherished. I've watched him grow and become stronger, month by month.
7. I've found a path and a goal for my future.
8. I've had many a thunder boomer within the context of a profession I love and made many new friends in the process.
9. I've been to Florida twice.
10.I'm still alive and kicking.
And those are the big ones. Life is full of very small delights too. Ones that really make it worth living. I didn't add that I met someone very special and am exploring the possibilities with him. It's too soon to add that to the list. But he makes me smile. Yes, he knows what I do and happens to think we are Goddesses who offer an invaluable service to the world.
And then, I received this in my email from LinkedIn this morning. Her name shall remain anonymous but this touched me deeply. I'm not sharing this out of vanity. I'm sharing it because it warmed my heart and helped me realize that what I do professionally does matter.
My name is XXXX and I live in XXXXX, XXXXX, Canada. My real name is actually XXXXX. XXXXX is my escort/adult film name.
I just wanted to tell you that you're a true inspiration to me, and I want to thank you personally for carving this much easier path that us girls enjoy today.
Thank you, Anneke! I, for one really feel indebted to you. Please accept my eternal gratitude, and ferocious level of respect I have for you.
I also think you're extremely hot, and would go down between your gorgeous thighs any time you desired. (no lack of respect intended. I really had to tell you that in case there was any chance of it ever happening! ;))"
I was flabbergasted. And happy to have received this. I sent her a reply and asked just "what I had done" to deserve those praises. Hopefully, it was raising my service and films to a level of elegance, sensuality and loving intimacy. I have always thought that is how it should be. Sex is a beautiful gift. I feel it should not be denigrated and treated like it's a dirty commodity. It can be a blessing AND fun if viewed in that light. And I do.
What a wonderful gift on this beautiful day! Life is good.
My wish is that your Holiday will be a blessing to you and yours.
Love and Kisses,
11/24/2013 - Baby It Is Cold Outside
Hello My Darling Boys,
It's Sunday morning. I've had my Green Mountain coffee, breakfast and done my gratitude list. Emails, laundry and I am now sitting down in a frozen corner of my apartment to update you on the latest naughty escapades of Anneke.
Perhaps recounting them will warm me up. It's 18 degrees out. I don't know about you but that's COLD to me. Especially when you live in an old Victorian home with a back door that has a wind tunnel blowing through it. We're working on solving that. Hopefully, soon.
My January 13th departure for Florida is looking a LOT more enticing. It's in the 70's in Tampa.
It's okay though. The Northeast has been dressing up for the holidays already. And since I was born and raised here Christmas is not Christmas to me unless it's colder and snowing.
I was heading out the door around 4pm yesterday. Coat, velvet leggings, boots, warm sweater. I opened my back door and gasped. It was snowing and it was blowing sideways. And so cold.
I closed the door. Took off my coat and turned the heat up. I wasn't going anywhere.
I thought, "I can make a Manhattan, some Shrimp Scamp and stay warm." Screw heading out in this. And that is what I did. Besides, Doc Martin is on at 6pm here. No, I don't have a DVR. It's not about the cost. It's about not being able to figure out how to work the damn thing. But it's becoming obvious I need to get one if I want to see my beloved PBS shows when I can't be home for them. Necessity drives initiative doesn't it?
Even though it's going to top out in the low 20's today my inner Gadabout Gaddis is calling. It's time to fill up the gas tank and go wandering this afternoon. I just can't help myself. Besides, football will be starting soon and there's no point in sitting around waiting for the phone to ring. I will not.
Sunday is a day for me. Unless YOU plan in advance.
I'm very happy to say that my twice sprained left foot is almost completely healed. Oh, no high heels just yet. I don't want to tempt fate. I can put them on once you get in the door though. As long as I don't have to walk in them. We'll just wave my stocking clad, high heeled legs in the air.
Back to the gym tomorrow. Somehow I've managed to not gain weight. Perhaps it's all that mattress dancing that's kept it off. I do know that I lose weight when I'm busy or on tour. No time to snack and a little extra calorie burning. Works for me. But it IS time to get back to cardio and lifting.
If you haven't seen them, some of my new photos are up on my Albany Eros ad. www.Eros.com In my opinion I think they are awesome. Myla did a beautiful job. The right lighting, angle and eye for the shot is obvious. She takes each one individually. Not in a digial burst as some do these days. I sat down with her and chose the ones I liked best.
Let me know what YOU think. I'm very proud of them. If you want a copy I'll be happy to email some to you. Just send me a request to email@example.com. I'll probably have them up on my Facebook and Twitter profiles soon too.
I'm not sure I'll put these on the current annekepleasures.com I am thinking it would be best to use them for the new annekepleasures.com website. New format, new photos, new look.
When Jim gets back from his latest road trip I'll send him my newest vids. You'll find them at the link to my annekexposed clip store when he can do them.
So what did I do this week? I had an exciting interview dinner date Tuesday night. What in the world is that? Well, I had a pre-booking for a new friend to meet on my upcoming Syracuse tour. He's Canadian and he was going to drive to Syracuse just to meet me. We had been corresponding frequently.
Monday I found out that he had business in Montreal. He could do a different route and stop in on his way back. We planned to have dinner together Tuesday evening.
I smiled as I opened the foyer door. 6'4", handsome and distinguished walked through my door. A contemporary who obviously takes very good care of himself. We hugged and I grabbed my coat as we headed out to dinner.
It was a lovely evening with an intelligent and handsome companion. We kissed a bit before he left and made plans to continue getting to know each other better in December.
A bit backwards from the usual way things happen I know. But I've learned to be more open to what life can bring lately. Of course I screened him beforehand. But I was taking a chance that I might never see him again. Worst case, we'd have a fabulous dinner in an elegant setting. I'm happy to say it was that and more. I've made a new sexy friend. The best is yet to come. Pun intended.
The week blossomed with fun encounters and Thursday afternoon I pointed the car toward Utica. It's 88 miles for me. A late night appointment of 3 hours would see me heading home at 1am. Over windy, dark country roads after I left I-90. Not something I wanted to do.
I booked a hotel in Utica. Yes, that was my choice and my expense. But sometimes you have to use common sense. I arrived late afternoon. Had a long hot bath and headed out to dinner. There was a Delmonico's Italian steakhouse across the street. Two for one happy hour. I had two Ketel one martini's, a wedge salad with kick ass blue cheese dressing, chicken francaise and as only New York State can do, great Italian bread. The whole meal was $30. I left with the next day's lunch or dinner in a bag. There was NO way I could eat all I was served. I couldn't help thinking that would have cost me over $100 in New York city.
Yes, I drove all that way at expense. Thinking in the back of my mind that this appointment could cancel, even though LuLu had verified him previously. I needed a little adventure and this was it.
Fortunately, he did NOT cancel. We had a long, naughty tryst and I tumbled into my own comfortable bed just across the street. It was worth the drive.
The next morning I skipped the hotel chains lousy free breakfast and went next door to Denny's. Now Denny's is not the culinary peak of dining at any time but they had a special menu honoring The Hobbit movie that is coming out in December. Sweet potato pancakes with candied pecans sounded enticing to me. For someone who barely eats breakfast, (NOT my favorite meal) I couldn't believe the one. Absolutely fabulous! Again, I couldn't begin to even eat 1/3 of it but I enjoyed every bite that did pass my lips. Fantastic!
Nice over all profit. Two great meals. A little jaunt away from home. All in all a very worthwhile experience. Sometimes one just has to step out and follow your heart and your instincts.
I had to be back for a 12:30 spa appointment. Luckily we have a dynamite one within 3 blocks of my place. There have been doing wonderful things for me the last few months. You'll see that in the photos. My friend here who is an amateur photographer loved them but his critique was, "I think she smoothed out your face too much." I wrote back, "she didn't." That's was the spa has done for me.
A late evening encounter rounded out my Friday. 27, with all the eagerness and energy of the young. He left after his third explosion. With a smile on his face.
Saturday morning was an old friend and another early that afternoon. I love it when old friends return. And my afternoon buddy has the nomination for the THUNDER BOOMER OF THE MONTH AWARD. Thankfully I had lots of towels under me. It was a doozy and thank you very much darlin'. My nether regions are STILL tingling.
The new heated mattress pad and a portable heater in the boudoir has made that room very comfy and cosy. Plus the luxurious furry duvet. It sounds tacky but it looks and feels wonderful. Come find out for yourself.
I am heading to Sis's for Thanksgiving. I will cook ahead of time and we'll combine my Son's birthday celebration with the Holiday. I'll stay Thursday night as we plan on having cocktails and wine with dinner. It will be a party!
Next Friday is the BIG day for me. I'll head back in the morning to get the Christmas decorations and my tree down. A big bottle of champagne, Christmas favorites loaded on the player and perhaps a handsome house guest to help me put the lights on the tree. If not, I'll do it myself. I've never minded doing it alone. That way, I get to put the decorations on the tree exactly where I want them. And more champagne for me.
Life is good. Especially this time of year. My best wishes for a blessed and happy Thanksgiving with those you love. Come see me after the turkey settles. You can always say you need to do your Christmas shopping. After all, you will be buying a present for yourself.
Love and Kisses,
11/17/2013 - Sunday Morning
Hello My Darling Boys,
It's Sunday morning in Upstate New York. Gray, gloomy but a bit warmer. 46 A perfect setting for viewing CBS's Sunday Morning Special about JFK. I have a very close connection to that date in history. I remember exactly where I was when it happened. As most of us do who are of that generation. Life changed in America after that sad day.
Sunday Morning has been a staple of my television watching for years. I've always found it to be a civil alternative to the rest of the news. Civility is important to me. I do know how to behave when I have to. The operative word, "have."
Sundays are usually quiet until after the Super Bowl. Most of you disappear in a marathon of football, remote controls and chicken wings. It's fine with me. But I was still thrilled when one of my favorite guys texted and said he was horny. I'd planned an afternoon of errands and retail therapy. Could he stop by late morning? Yes he could. Whoo Hoo!
Mission accomplished I changed and headed south on the Northway toward Latham. Once of my favorite sushi places is right at exit 7.
I had a light lunch and yakked with my friend Sheree in Raleigh. She's now an "honest woman" with a full time job. Oh, a few "adventures" once in a while. So our conversations have changed dramatically. There comes a point in time when it's appropriate to change careers. I'm hoping she'll be happy in her choices and so far, she is.
I had a shopping list. Stockings, perhaps some new boots to compliment all the fashion that now requires gold accessories rather than silver. And presents for my Son's upcoming birthday. Hey, if they kept fashion the same there wouldn't be fashion. No one would buy new things. That's how they make money. Changing the fashion.
There is a Frederick's in one of the Albany malls. Unfortunately Frederick's inventory has become sorry. They don't even stock the sexy hosiery that I used to buy as they did in the past. NO 40DD corsets or sexy outfits. Looks like online shopping is going to become necessary for full fashioned hosiery and Cuban heeled stockings. Wait until you see how cool the red seamed hose looks in my new photos with the Christian Louboutin heels. Soon!
I asked the girl, has anyone looked around the Albany area? None of these girls are skinny. Who are you selling this stuff to? She held up an extra large teddy for me. I said that wouldn't cover 1/3 of Trixie and Boom Boom. They would be insulted.
What's the answer? Diet to fit the clothes? Or find clothes that fit me? At my age, I'm not aiming for thin. Voluptuous is here to stay.
For those of you who have expressed concern, my left ankle/foot is healing extremely well. Despite the setback this past week. It seems staying OFF my feet in NYC and keeping my legs in the air helped. That and all the ice my fabulous housekeeper brought me. The rehab exercises started again Thursday and if I was out shopping today then you KNOW I'm better.
I iced it and then alternated with heat when I got home. And my exercises. Feels great but it's going to be a while before the high heels go on again. Sorry. I will head back to the gym this week. Hooray!
Back home Friday, (I spent the night at Sis's, Thursday) the phone was ringing. Busy day, lots of fun and a relaxing evening after playtime was over. I love being back in my surroundings.
Saturday was the same. Life is good.
I'll be "in residence" until Dec. 3 when I head to Syracuse and then Binghamton. Downtown Boston Dec. 16-19. I WILL be available over the holidays. Let's plan your erotic escape.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
11/13/2013 - Midweek from Midtown
I'm sitting at my desk in my Times Square hotel room looking out over the Hudson River. It's a corner room so the window to my left faces south. It's a beautiful but cold and sunny day in Manhattan. Clear as a bell. This city is jammed with tourists and business people, as always.
But I'm hotel bound. I strained the sprain again Monday on my way down. I was making such great progress until I stepped off the edge of the newly blacktopped driveway at my sister's. Now it's an unexpected drop. Yeah....twisted it again.
On top of that my generous friend who invited me to stay with him is swamped with work and never here. He didn't expect his boss would be in town this week. The point was to spend some time together in the evenings getting to know each other better.
So, while business is fine here. I'm bored. Business is better up north and it doesn't cost $20 for a martini. Or $44 for a steak sandwich for lunch. And I'm home. Being stuck close to the hotel, I can't get to my usual haunts in Midtown West that are good and not expensive.
Still, it's been nice to see him when I do. But, I may cut this tour short and head home this afternoon instead of tomorrow. I haven't decided yet. If I do, I'll simply pull the ads down. I don't have anything pre-booked for tomorrow as of yet.
There have been the usual NC/NS appts that NYC always generates. It doesn't matter that you screen. You can't make them show up. One BP jerk wrote, "I can't believe the donation is $350 you old tart." (It's higher in the city. I has to be) I laughed at his ignorance and wrote back..."And I get it. If you don't like it....next!"
Why do guys have to do that? In fact, why do guys call up and make appts with no intention of ever keeping them. One last night, who I had met in the past and knew his history, showed up several times on our national blacklist when I screened him. Since it was the last of the evening and I halfway expected it, it didn't matter. But he got blacklisted.....again.
So, if YOU are of the mind to play games with us, we now have recourse. As we should. This is a business like any other. Your doctor/attorney/dentist/masseuse, etc who works one on one as I do has lost that revenue when you don't cancel or show up. Bad karma I say.
Am I ranting? Nah....just an education update for folks who see providers. And a reminder that we are human beings with feelings who are trying to make a living just like you. Sometimes, some of you forget that. You've objectified us, strippers and other adult professionals and forget we're human with real lives.
One message I've always tried to get across here. In fact, that's the real reason behind this journal. For you to see me as a real person. Oh, I write the juicy stuff for your enjoyment. And since I'm a Leo I like the attention this brings. But the underlying mission has always been to humanize who I am as well as the other gals who work hard to bring you pleasure.
MOST of you know that. A tiny portion who read this journal do not. Now you know. So no more excuses when you pull a fast one and you say you didn't know. You have been notified! Ha!
Every morning I start the day with a gratitude list. Today one of the 10 things I'm grateful for was that I appreciate where I live even more. Travel broadens your mindset and helps your order what is truly important in your life.
Folks in NYC who never leave are just as ignorant about life as someone out in the middle of the cornfields of rural American who has never ventured out. One has to travel to understand cultural differences. And to find out that people are the same all over the world. The same hopes and aspirations but viewed through cultural and historical influences. The surroundings may be wildly different but the hopes and dreams at the core are still the same.
I hope you all will send a little something to those poor folks in the Philippines. What an unspeakably awful tragedy. My heart goes out to them and to all who have lost everything and everyone they love in similar disasters.
We as a country are blessed with a support network unlike any other. And who were the first ones there to help? Yeah...you got it. Our Marines. I hope the world will remember that when they start bashing us again.
End of lecture. If I haven't bored you to tears come see me in NYC or wherever I might be. The calendar is full until the end of January. If you want to know where I'll be just take a peek.
Oh...two new video sessions and one photo shoot last week. I'm getting the final copies of the shoot Friday. Some are truly fabulous. Not me so much but the work of Myla, my photographer. Can't wait to share them with you. If not here for a bit, Jim is on the road, they will be on my ads.
For an old tart, I looked pretty good in them. And LIFE is good.
Smiles and Soft Kisses,
11/09/2013 - Manhattan and No Contacts
Hello My Darling Boys,
It was 32 this morning. When I awakened the sun was shining. Now it's gray and dreary. That's life in the Hudson Valley sometimes. We're sort of at the top of it and at the foothills of the Adirondack Mountains so it's not always as gloomy as Albany. Which is at sea level. In the summer, it's a very humid place to be in a hot spell.
We're 10 degrees colder than NYC in the cold months. Cooler in the summer, thankfully. But not much. Common sense tells me that all the coal pouring into the atmosphere from us over the years and now India and China has to make a difference. The acid rain poisoned the Adirondacks and it's taken years for the lakes and rivers to be cleaner after the scrubbers were put on the coal burning smoke stacks.
I'm no tree hugger. But I do think we have to be responsible for our environment in a thoughtful and practical way. Dumping chemicals and garbage in our streams and rivers is criminal. And big business was saving money by doing so. GE a huge contributor to the pollution of the Hudson River. I have an acquaintance who is involved in the clean up. He's told me what the divers have found in the river. Yuk!!!
GE has been paying for the clean up for years. There is still much to do. I doubt they would have done it at all if the government hadn't fined them.
So it's a balance isn't it? Growth and prosperity for folks in the outlying areas versus the destruction of the environment. Which comes first? The spotted owl or the poor folks who desperately need jobs?
Sorry, didn't mean to get on a bandwagon. Or a rant. Actually it's been a pretty good week. My ankle is healing exceptionally well. I did the R I C E for 72 hours and then started rehab exercises. My new friend I met in Florida suggested I start moist heat and ice on top of that. When he suggested a cane my cooperative spirit went on hold. NO freaking cane for me. I'm not that disabled.
In fact, I did a short shopping, errands trip yesterday and today. A good retail sale is the motivation for many a cripple to venture out. Ha!!
I bought a heated mattress pad. This old Victorian house is drafty. And the floors are cold and so are some my friends. One had a difficult time this week because he was freezing. NOT good! So I moved a little portable heater into the bedroom and bought the heated pad. Add a semi-tacky cheetah duvet and it's cosy and toasty warm in there.
Actually it's not that tacky. It's kind of fun feeling that soft fur on my backside. Of course, towels for you know what.
My candidate for Thunder Boomer of the month for October wrote to me this morning. He was thrilled to be mentioned. And he is THE recipient of the actual award. The BEST for October 2013. That is in bringing an earth shattering O. Now onward for November. Bring your best efforts boys and I will also.
It's a tough job deciding which was the highlight of the month because I experience so many diverse and wonderful love making partners. Fortunately my friends don't visit for the slam bam, thank you Ma'am kind of adventure. Most, not all, but most desire the mental connection as well as the more intimate one.
I've had many articulate and interesting pillow talks over the years with intelligent friends. I've learned a lot from those moments. And, hopefully, a few have on their side too.
I'm on a mission to educate the Backpage guys about better alternatives and safer encounters. Most of them have no clue. And it's not because they are dumb. Nothing could be further from the truth. I have yet to meet the stereotypical guy that folks think visit BP. All have been great and intelligent men. The ones who are not.....never get to visit.
One of the qualities that drew me to my new friend I met in Florida was his attitude toward providers. He admires and appreciates what they do. He understands their value and their service in society. And he considers them Goddesses. I whole heartedly agree.
And you all knew that it would be someone like that who would catch my fancy didn't you? Just as I knew if I ever had a chance of meeting someone to become more a part of my life, he would have to be IN the lifestyle. Or even a friend who visits.
We've kept in touch. The distance is a bit frustrating for him but I allayed his fears I hope. I'm not in a hurry. We both have happy and productive lives and we'll meet again when our schedules and stars align. It is planned as soon as I hit the nudist resort next Jan/Feb.
He does not live in Florida. I'll keep his location to myself for our privacy. But that is what airplanes are for. Meeting good friends in far away places.
And cell phones and sometimes even texting when time is limited. In the meantime, I'm learning more about his life and beliefs as he is mine. It's a really lovely process. One I feel good about. No pressure and yet a very nice hope for what might be a future. If not, a good friend.
Well, the contacts bombed. I've never had any eye/hand coordination. I gave it a try every day this week and went back to the doctor yesterday. Leo that I am, I was dismayed when my eyelashes kept falling off while I was yanking my eyelids open. And you thought they were real.
After many moments we both realized it was not going to work. So I took a credit and ordered prescription sunglasses. My new glasses look cool and I can see again. The sunglasses are chic aviators. It's a beautiful thing.
Thursday I had a photo shoot at www.cheekyboudoir.com I'd seen Myla's work over a year ago. She was in Oregon but toured the US doing photo shoots. I contacted her to see if she would work with an older woman. I liked her work. She said yes.
You can imagine my surprise when I found this cool name of a studio, Cheeky Boudoir, on a neighborhood walk. Even more surprised when I found out it was Myla and she had moved here. We're getting together tomorrow to look at the proofs. All of her work her is for civilians. I am the exception here so far. And she's busy. For a conservative town, there are a lot of secretly naughty people around. Her Valentine's Day shoots are fully booked already. I'm hopeful I might meet some of these socially. Someday.
As soon as I can get them up I will. I will be building a new annekepleasures.com so you will probably have to go to www.eros.com to see them until that's done. It may be my Christmas present to myself.
Hopefully, Manhattan will be decent this week. As always, only a handful of pre-bookings. It's always last minute. Since I'm staying in a very upscale hotel Times Square hotel at the generosity of a friend, it would be great if I'm busy. Profitability goes up when expenses go down.
What? You speak of this like a business Anneke? Yep, that's just what it is. Even though it's Monkey Business. One I pay taxes on and handle just like you do yours. I do help keep America's economy going. One adventure at a time.
Life is good isn't it? Be sure and check my calendar here to see where I'll be soon.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
PS..the pie video has been rescheduled for February 17th. Not something I could do with the ankle the way it is. Plus, it's a lot more fun when it's warm. You will get to see Anneke cream pied yet. I just hope he'll buy my favorites, chocolate silk and coconut cream.
11/6/2013 - I Can See Again and Tampa Adventures
I arrived home last Friday evening after an absolutely stellar week in sunny, beautiful Tampa Bay. The weather was perfect. The days, high 70's, low 80's and dry. That's rare and hugely enjoyable.
I headed down there to "get the kink out" and enjoy their type of Halloween. Also enjoy seeing old friends and film with Lauren. See if there was any business again in Tampa Bay and just generally have fun.
I'm happy to report all those wishes were fulfilled. And I came to a couple of realizations while I was there. Those of you who know me know I do not see myself as old. Older and aging yes. That's inevitable. But old? Hell no!
I looked around and I realized that my contemporaries and friends in Florida all look at least 10-15 years younger than those in the Northeast. It's the weather and the lifestyle and a zest for life. While it's mostly a baby boomer community there's no grass growing under anyone's feet. We're all making the most of the time given to us.
But we ARE older. There's no escaping that. And it was time for me to accept the fact that if I'm ever going to have friendship and companionship it will be in the company of my peers. Something I've resisted in dating. I thought, "oh let it go." And opened my heart and changed my attitude.
I turned the page and went on enjoying life. NO plans or desperation to find a companion. I realized that having this huge circle of friends meant everything. And that I NEEDED to be amongst them more often. Work hard where I live up north. Play hard and be with like minded folks in the resort. Simple.
So I booked a month beginning January 28th. I already had plans to attend the commitment ceremony between two dear friends in Key West, Jan. 23-25. Would I fly down for that or drive down and park myself in Florida for longer?
It's 10 degrees colder here than NYC. That's huge in the winter. I would give me motivation to work harder to be able to head south and be in the lifestyle I prefer. Not a bad combo. My beautiful, classy Upstate NY little city and my beautiful, naughty Florida nudist resort. A lot of folks would die to have those on their list of options of places to live. I feel blessed.
It seems when you open a door, life offers you more opportunities. I'd shed my expectations of a partner, part time or otherwise and opened myself to wider possibilities. It seems when you do, things happen. And they did. I'm not going to jinx this. I'm just going to sit back and see what happens. But I did meet someone my age, who is ageless, interesting, very intelligent, kinky and cool. I'd be proud to have him on my arm. We continue to stay in touch.
So stay tuned. One never knows what life will bring when you open your heart.
I'm freezing my butt off here. It was in the 20's the first night I was home and there is a wind tunnel blowing through my back door. That will be fixed but I've had a rude awakening transitioning back to the Northeast after only a week in Tampa Bay.
Then, Monday night, returning from an Albany outcall, I stepped down onto my brick path in the back yard, in high heeled boots and twisted my left ankle. Yes, I sprained it. Thankfully, not seriously but what a pain in the tuckus. And I have a photo shoot tomorrow. Hopefully, I won't have to stand in heels much. I'm more concerned about being able to tour NYC next week.
If I can keep my legs in the air most of the time and take taxis I'll be okay. :-)
What's the "I can see" about? I got new glasses. My old ones were terrible. And fitted for contacts. Which I still am unable to get into my eyes. I haven't given up and I am working on that but the new specs are great.
Life is good. Manhattan/Midtown/Times Square, Nov. 11-14.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
10/28/2013 - Thunder Boomers Nudies and Passings
Hello My Darling Boys,
Yes, I'm in a positively splendid mood. It's 79 degrees, sunny and dry. And I'm sitting in my rented condo in the middle of one of my favorite places. A nudist resort north of Tampa. Life doesn't get much better than this.
Uneventful but god awful early flight down Friday. I got up at 3:30am. Ack!! I didn't recover from that until I'd had two decent night's sleep.
The condo is great. It's for sale and while I'd love to buy it, put it in a rental pool and invest in the future, I just not ahead enough.......yet. It's a future goal. And I think in the end of things, I'm pretty sure I'll wind up here. Just not.......yet.
My old neighbor pal picked me up at the airport and we spent late morning, early afternoon running around getting booze, groceries and the rental car. In the middle of that, I took him to lunch at a great New York style pizza place down the road. Yes, there is good pizza outside of NYC.
And old friend came calling that evening. In fact, he drove from Rome, GA. Google map that. He's done it several times now. I'm always amazed and thankful.
After my neighbor returned to drop something off. He was decked out in a pink teddy and a blonde wig. I asked him if he'd had his makeup done and he had not. So I plopped him in a chair in the huge bathroom and got out my makeup tools. All prettied up, I sent him on his way.
I made my way to the resort and bought a yearly membership. It was cost effective and I plan to return. Soon.
I headed in to dinner. The dining room was sparsely occupied. This place has never had a consistent dining reputation. Friday night was no exception but the bonus was one of my old gal pals walked in with another friend and I asked them if they'd like to join me. We caught up and I asked her about real estate values. They are coming back. Now really is the time to buy. But things are what they are. More savings before I can think that way.
I went back to my place after dinner and changed. I had too many clothes on for dinner. She was shocked I was so conservative. For here.
The club was jammed and many of my friends from all over the world were here. Looking sexy and young for a bunch of baby boomers. And it hit me. Living a vanilla life with no fun up north ages folks. People here have a zest for life, a warm climate and an open mind. It's makes a huge difference in how that affects the mind, spirit AND body. They look 10-15 years younger then their contemporaries in colder, conservative climates. Amazing. It brought a smile to my face.
I was home. Oh, don't get me wrong. I regard Upstate NY as home, in the upbringing, formative sense. It's a lovely place to live and business is fabulous there. But I'm limited in the type of people I want to hang and have fun with. Not an indictment. Just how it is. I'm a perv, plain and simple.
Before I left Upstate a 5'2" package of dynamite hit my door. No, not a gal. Yes, a guy. What he lacked in height he made up for with his tongue. Holy Moses! Tongues down, he is at the top of my list for the October Thunder Boomer of the month award. The gauntlet has been thrown men. Anyone else want to rise,,ha,,to the challenge? Thanks darling!
Saturday was a chilly morning, (for here) but the sunshine warmed the day. I was up, bike ride logged in, dressed and decked out to head to Steinmart. One of my fav stores. I am very happy to relate that I had one awesome time of retail therapy. And I found those sexy, classy, designer outfits that are so hard to nail down at home. At a discount.
I also found a black, quilted bicycle jacket with a black fur collar. Perfect for sexy winter casual forays up north.
Saturday afternoon by the pool. Friends galore. Lots of sunscreen and a wonderful time.
Saturday evening I left the resort for dinner. Cool place. Fresh fish. A younger hottie sat down next to me and started a conversation. We exchanged numbers and it may continue. I'll keep you posted
I headed home and donned my pirate wench costume. I thought I was heading to a private party first, then onto the club then another party. I texted a friend and I had my nights mixed up. Damn!
Back home I realized I was pooped. Off came the costume, on went the robe and I chilled. I needed the rest more than the party.
Sunday afternoon was a 55th birthday party for another friend at another resort. There are around 12 nudist resorts in this county. Just a small gathering of 175-200 invited guests. Of course all the ladies were in sexy attire. Ya gotta love it. And it was super so see more old friends and make some new ones.
I had a quiet evening Sunday and now it's Monday and I'm had enough "down" time. I've already begun to get back to Monkey Business and Naughtiness this morning. More this afternoon and evening. There isn't a better place to do that.
One note; I know some of you knew Cookie, from Cleveland. A genuinely lovely person and a great provider.
If you didn't know, she passed away last month after a long, tough illness. She never gave up hope and kept working as long as she could. Her courage was an inspiration to us all. I met her through Miki and I'm sure the two of them are yukking it up in provider heaven. There has to be a special place for gals for are so giving and loving. Rest in peace Cookie.
Her leaving makes me acutely aware that life is good and precious. Especially when it's in beautiful surroundings with hot people. Remember, it's not a dress rehearsal folks.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
10/20/2013 - Woburn Upstate NY and Florida
It's a gray day in Upstate. 46. Windy.
The color is starting to wane and the leaves are giving up their hold and ..... falling. That's what they are supposed to do.
It was a glorious ride over to the Boston area on Tuesday and again on my return. And that was about all the sight seeing I did as it was like old times in Woburn. BP didn't dominate. The folks from Eros, date-check, p411 and naughty reviews had found me.
The hotel sucked but the one small gift was a great little local restaurant that you could walk into from the back of the cheap hotel. The food was great.
I was shocked and embarrassed that this usually reliable chain was so sub-par. While the location was convenient it was inadequate for what I like to offer to my friends. I apologize. And I'm going to write to that hotel chain.
Still, it was a very good week and I had time to spend with beloved old friends. I didn't have enough time to honor all. Not a bad place to be after the last few years. I've decided to return to downtown December 16-18.
I headed back after lunch on Thursday. A lobster roll was a must. Hey, it's New England.
I left the Mass turnpike at the Lee exit and headed north. Then stopped briefly in beautiful Lenox. I continued northward to Williamstown, Bennington and then headed west toward my pretty little city.
The colors were at peak most of the way. Some past peak but it was a satisfying ride though long. I smiled as I looked across harvested hay fields and into the Berkshires. This part of the world is so lovely.
I stopped for dinner before heading home. A new farm to fork restaurant that opened this past summer. My first visit had been positive. This one, not so much. Indifferent service and food. I won't go back.
It felt good to unlock the back door, make a cocktail and turn on the tv, catching up while I unpacked and started laundry.
Requests for outcall were respectfully declined. And a full day on Friday was passed by. I needed some time to rest and get reorganized.
Weekend off? What is that? This profession is 7 days a week where I now live. No complaints coming from this formerly too much time on my hands girl. I never left my home today.
One hottie drove 2 1/2 hours each way today for a saucy role play. He had scripted it out verbatim and my hair stood on end when it ended with the imperative that I was to be a "sex slave" in a blackmail scenario. He'd waited until 10 minutes before our encounter to text what he wanted.
I stopped for a moment and thought, "oh why not?" It was the classic scenario of the employee catching the boss embezzling. Of course the employee had the hots for the bosses wife. That being MOI.
It started the moment he walked through the foyer door. And his demands to satisfy not being a whistle blower began with a kiss. That's when the scenario went right out the window.
Holy Moly! Sparks were flying everywhere and we spent the next 3 hours lost in the chemistry and the fantasy. I love I when that happens. As he left he whispered, "this WILL happen again." Hot damn! I sure hope so.
In adventures like this and all the ones I've been lucky enough to experience I smile inwardly and say, "I have the best job in the world." If it weren't for you know who, it would be perfect.
So what's coming up? Well hopefully lots of cumming and I'll be home this week until I leave for the Nudie Resort and my 8 night working vacation. I will have a beautiful sensual condo for your erotic pleasures. Oh, a bit of a drive north from Tampa but worth the effort. Outcall will be available throughout Tampa Bay with advance notice.
I'll be selective as to how much naughtiness I schedule. After all, it is part vacation. I want to test the waters for a possible longer visit the end of January. Worst case, I'll fly down and back over the winter. It gets COLD up here close to the Adirondack mountains.
I bought the 30 plus sunscreens and I'll throw in a big hat, sarongs and prancing around the pool shoes. Nothing else needed poolside. Also my Halloween costumes, club wear and vanilla world clothes.
It's going to be tricky getting all my gear into two suitcases. I'm thinking a little shopping trip to Steinmart after I arrive. Then I'll ship those purchases home. It's a great designer discount store throughout the south. Man, I miss it.
Lauren and S O will be back around the same time so I'm sure lots of kinky high jinx will abound. Just what I need. Dancing in the club and who knows what else. One of the fabulous things about the resort and the lifestyle is that you just never know what COULD happen.
My good friend who is picking me up at the airport asked what I wanted him to wear at curbside. Shorts or a skirt? Yeah, the place is like that.
Life is good.
Your Very Naughty, Tired AND Happy Girlfriend,
10/12/2013 - A Sexy Weekend
It's another gorgeous fall day in the Northeast. Not a cloud in the sky and the sun is shining through all the various colors on the trees. We are at peak in town even though we lost a lot of them this week. We had a big, blustering storm blow through a few nights ago. 50 plus miles per hour gusts did a lot of damage in some places. Me,,,just tipped my patio umbrella over.
I have had a stellar week. Busy, busy, busy and this weekend is the same. Monday I see one of my beloved old friends and Tuesday I head to Woburn, MA to see more. I'll be back Thursday late afternoon. October 25 I'm Tampa bound.
Last night was a drive to Vermont. I'm not a fan of driving on two lane highways after dark but the 71 miles each way turned out to be simple. And the reward at the end of my destination worth the effort. Totally adorable. And the wife was out of town. Gotta love a plan.
Still, it was midnight before I rolled into home base and I had a visitor on the way at 10 am this morning. Fortunately I slept soundly and awoke rested.
It's an international day today. I have a visitor who hails from Scandinavia on the way. In fact, lately folks have been driving some distance to visit. LOVE it!
It's a sure signal of the seasonal change when I go pick up THE COAT. It's had other furry companions all summer in cold storage. And it was cleaned and glazed. Now it's time to come home to Mama. I'm hoping the furriers took good care of it. As you all know, I love wearing it.
I would be amiss if I didn't nominate one of my yesterday friends for the Thunder Boomer of the Month category. Still more than two weeks to go so who knows who will win. It was a great one that will be hard to beat.
I'm getting itchy for Halloween at the Nudie Resort. I bought two new costumes for the week. I'll throw a couple more in my suitcase.
You probably wonder just what kind of costumes one would wear at a nudist resort Halloween party. Well......not much for sure. I'll be sure to have my friends take pictures this year.
I do know I won't be scaring everyone with a sexy vampire get up this year. No one would come near me the last time I wore it. Even with the low cut bodice, cinched in waist corset, mini length gown, black wig and f--k me stilettos, people gave me a wide birth.
The fangs were glued in and frightening. With the fake blood dripping down the corners of my mouth it was not conducive for seduction. Not good. I don't want to be that authentic.
I'm not dolling up my place for Halloween this year. I'm not going to be here. The fall decorations are enough. I do think folks are going a little nuts with the Halloween décor. Sometimes less is more. Know what I mean?
Except for pillows. One can never have too many pillows. On couches, bed, chairs. It's a woman thing. Like you with your Home Media toys. Ha!
So what have I done for fun this past week? You my darlings. I'm not going to ruin my good mood with comments on the ineptitude and arrogance of those in DC.
Life is good!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
9/30/2013 - No TITillation Today Boys Open with Safari or Firefox
This update is vanilla so if you are looking for something suggestive and sexy wait until my next update. Just a few "normal days" in the life and times of Anneke.
It's another perfect fall day in the Northeast. I've opened the windows and done a little fall housecleaning. Oh, not like years ago where you tore the place apart. I don't know anyone who does that any longer.
I am going to call the guy to wash my windows. With 11 foot ceilings and a half a landing up from the street, ladders are a must. Special equipment too. I don't have the equipment nor the inclination but I like seeing the glass sparkling.
I had a fabulous weekend even without sex. Yes, it IS possible. Friday night was a private affair reminiscing with old acquaintances. Saturday, a tour of new homes, a bargain arm chair found at the local consignment store, sushi with Sara and my fav British comedies on PBS.
Sunday I hit the road and headed north. The local news stations said it was peak for the fall foliage in the Adirondack Mountains so I pointed the car toward North Creek. As the elevation started to climb outside of Glens Falls the color brightened and more trees were showing their autumn splendor. I exited the Northway at quaint Warrensburg and continued north to 28. It was another 16 miles to North Creek.
For those of you who don't know, it's also home to the Gore Mountain ski area. It's a beautiful place. The leaves were indeed at their peak of splendor along my route and I blinked back the tears as I drove through the mountains. Absolutely breathtaking. I whispered "thank you" and continued onward.
A brief stop in North Creek. They have tried to make it a viable tourist destination and it's lovely but there's really not much happening. I'm sure it's a different scenario in the middle of winter but it's still a tiny mountain town. The mighty Hudson River is just a wide and shallow stream doted with rocks. Rafting is a popular pastime in season. Fishing, hunting and hiking are huge.
Heading west I continued through the chain of small lakes to much larger Indian Lake. If you've never traveled in this part of the country you should. There are millions of acres set aside for the Adirondack Park so it's sparsely populated and beautiful beyond imagination.
Overwhelmed, I pulled over to the side of the road at one small lake. Bright green evergreens mixed with vibrant colors of red, coral, yellow and orange, reflected in the pristine sparkling blue of the lake. It took my breath away again. I know fall color happens all over the US but here in the Northeast there is a vibrancy and luminosity that you'll see no where else.
I find it so amazing that every year nature outdoes herself. In a sense, it's humbling and uplifting.
The Adirondack Mountains were formed by the retreat of the glaciers as the Ice Age ended. Rivers and lakes were gouged out of the stone, mountains carved, frozen stone picked up and carried with the glaciers. You'll see shallow, tumbling streams dotted with boulders. Tall pines with their roots clinging to top of massive boulders along the lakes' edge.
Once again, I was retracing trails I'd followed in my younger days. It was like coming home and meeting old familiar friends. Emotional and comforting.
After an almost 3 1/2 hour jaunt I made a quick stop at the liquor store and then the supermarket. Sunday evenings, easy dinner, a cocktail, PBS, Masterpiece and Mystery Theaters and I'm a couch potato. I don't mind that it's football season and you all disappear, as much as I love being with you.
However, if that phone rings.....I'm ready for ya'. Life is good.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
PS...Montreal cancelled. Next tour, Woburn, MA, Oct. 15-17. Outcall IS available to Boston.
9/27/2013 - Loving My Own Bed
Fall is in full swing. The Adirondack mountains are at peak color, some places slightly past. We've a ways to go where I live so I think I'll take a little ride northward on Sunday. As you know, I love this time of year.
Thankfully we haven't had a frost yet so my flowers are still happily blooming on my deck and in my garden. It will be sad to see them go but I do have mums planted so they can survive a few frosts.
I had a crazy busy week. My houseguest arrived on Friday and we spent the evening catching up. A couple of bottles of Prosecco and a slow cooked pot roast I'd started the day before. It was a happy, relaxing time and we both crashed from exhaustion.
Saturday we had a scheduled visit to the Military Museum here. He wanted to find additional info on his great-great grandfather who had fought in one of the NY Regiments during the Civil War. After, I gave him a driving tour of our little town. Dinner that night was a Pizza delivery. It was my good fortune to get a personal treatment. Massage with warm oil and warmer hands. In return, he had a happy ending. In fact, we both did.
Sunday was a leisurely day and a trip to the National Park for a tour of the Revolutionary Battleground. It was the anniversary of the Battle that changed the outcome of the war. In fact, if the Continental Army hadn't won, we'd probably all be speaking with a British accent and the US of A wouldn't be what it is today.
We took the narrated driving tour and stopped along the way to see the many reenactments. A beautiful and meaningful day. We'd skipped lunch so after an early dinner we headed home to watch our favorite PBS Sunday evening shows.
In between friends came calling. His S O is a provider too so he knew when to leave.
Monday we got to try out his new video camera. My young hottie came to help me film some new content. And he IS a hottie. Yum, yum, yummy. It will head to Jim soon and hopefully I have some new naughtiness for you to peruse. That evening we walked downtown for tapas and beer. We were both beat and I had to leave for Syracuse the next morning. I'd packed for the tour during the day, after filming.
I dropped him at the airport with a hug and a kiss to get together when I head to Florida for Halloween. It's so special when old and dearly loved friends share my home and my city. I miss him already.
Syracuse was a whirlwind. I put up the BP ad Monday and I didn't place up to the top a second time. I was having all the fun I could handle. What a difference a few months and traffic to my advertising has made.
This morning, I'm awaiting a new coffee table. Little by little, the place is getting finished. Of course when it's all done I'll want to rearrange it and do something else. Isn't that just like a woman?
I'm NOT going to Montreal next week. A little tiny procedure on Tuesday morning on my left shin is going to keep me less ambulatory for a few days while it heals. My legs need to be in the air not walking all over Old Montreal. Hint, hint!
Life is good! Especially this time of year.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
9/18/2013 - BDSM Study Results and More
I was looking at a Domina's profile on www.fetlife.com and found a link and copied this article. I am Goddessanneke there. I thought you might find it interesting. I've never promoted myself as a dominatrix, nor advertised as one nor do I consider myself naturally led to be one.
However, my look and air of confidence in photos leads folks to me with requests for certain elements of sensual domination. Strap on play, CBT, light bondage and corporal punishment, the woman in charge, role play, etc. Lately, there are a lot more requests. So I found this article helpful. READ ON if you are interested at all.
BDSM practitioners aren't mentally ill: study
By Andrew M. Seaman
NEW YORK | Fri May 31, 2013 4:28pm EDT
(Reuters Health) - Some good news for people who enjoy restraints, riding crops and floggers in the bedroom: A new study says you probably don't have a mental disorder.
The results "seem contradictory to what the general public and professionals believe," said Andreas Wismeijer of Tilburg University in the Netherlands, who published the study along with Marcel van Assen.
Previous studies had suggested that BDSM activities were linked to mental disorders and vulnerability to abuse, according to the researchers, who published their results in The Journal of Sexual Medicine.
But in the new study, researchers found people who like BDSM, which stands for bondage-discipline, dominance-submission and sadism-masochism, were well adjusted and reported slightly better wellbeing than people who don't take part in those activities.
"We do have a lot of academic literature that's finding these positive things and not finding harmful characteristics," said Dr. Beverly Stiles, who has studied BDSMers but was not involved with the new research.
"The people that identify as being part of the (BDSM) subculture, this is who they see themselves as in their core," said Stiles, chair of sociology at Midwestern State University in Wichita Falls, Texas.
"There have been a number of studies in Finland and other places that basically concluded that there was no more or less psychopathology (or mental illnesses) among those who practice BDSM compared to control groups," said Dr. Richard Krueger, who researches sexual behavior but wasn't involved in the new study.
"They were fairly well adjusted or better functioning," said Krueger, an associate clinical professor of psychiatry at the Columbia University College of Physicians & Surgeons.
The authors recruited 902 BDSM practitioners and 434 people who don't take part in BDSM activities through advertisements to take surveys.
The questionnaire asked about BDSMers' personality, wellbeing and how they handle attachment and rejection.
Overall, BDSMers performed just as well as those who didn't report any involvement in BDSM activities. In fact, they scored slightly better on questions that measure neuroticism, openness, adventurism, wellbeing, awareness and sensitivity to rejection than the comparison group.
Stiles cautioned, however, that the study's participants volunteered, which means they may not be representative of the general population.
FIFTY SHADES EFFECT
Rachel Venning, co-founder of the Babeland chain of adult stores in New York and Seattle, said this was the first time that she had heard that past research connected BDSM and mental illness.
"We have the section that's got the blindfolds, cuffs and floggers and people don't see it and go ‘that's psycho!'" Venning told Reuters Health.
In fact, Babeland stores saw a jump in sales of BDSM items mentioned in E.L. James's popular 2011 romance novel "Fifty Shades of Grey."
"Every person on every airplane and every beach chair was reading a copy of that book. That gave people a little more permission to explore that stuff without making them feel like a freak or weirdo," Venning said.
Stiles told Reuters Health that BDSM practitioners include doctors, nurses and lawyers.
Some diagnostic criteria manuals, in certain European countries, have removed references to BDSM, Krueger said. However, the new edition of the American Psychological Association's Diagnostic and Statistical Manual (DSM-5) still considers sexual masochism a disorder if it causes people stress or dysfunction in their lives.
SOURCE: bit.ly/14eYiKc The Journal of Sexual Medicine, online May 16, 2013
Me....I like the huggin', kissin', making out and more much better. But each to his fancy...
I'm dealing with a fall cold. I look really sexy in my reindeer pj's, terry robe, fuzzy slippers and red nose. A box of Kleenex accompanies me all over the house. Hopefully this ends soon. I'm getting itchy. You all know what that means. :-)
Life is good. Fall is beautiful Upstate!
Love and Kisses After I'm Better,
9/15/2013 - It Is Difficult to Have A Rant
Good Morning Boys,
I hope all of you are enjoying the advent of fall as much as I am. It was 39 here this morning. The leaves are changing and I'm heading to a farm restaurant/stand for breakfast and apples this morning.
I was thinking about biting off a piece of....well, you know this morning. I had an exceptional crew of morons calling me yesterday and another 3 times in the middle of the night. I was ready for bear.
And then I looked out the window at the sun shining, beautiful clear blue skies and thought....oh let it go Anneke. Go sit down and write your gratitude list.
Yesterday I was as ornery as a snake. Of course, it was precipitated by the endless slew of idiot phone calls. Does GFE mean "bare back"? How much is the donation? Do you offer......?
You want to know what? I'm not giving that information, etc. etc, etc.
I texted my friend LuLu and we commiserated back and forth about the rude and indiscreet comments we were receiving. And it was only morning. I texted, "I'm getting an attitude and that's not good." Time to take a break and go do some of the regular things of life.
I had a great time in Stamford. Even though the NYC BP guys were just as moronic as the ones yesterday. And didn't show up for dates. Left and right. Fortunately, there was someone else to take their place who WAS courteous and WOULD screen. This trip, most of them were Eros. That heartened me. I am hoping just maybe, folks are being more circumspect and thoughtful about their recreational needs. One can hope!
It was fun to go back to where I lived for almost two years but it was even more fun to go home on Thursday afternoon. I stopped mid-way to see Sis and Son. Lovely visit as always but I couldn't stay too long. I had a friend awaiting me in my little city and Sis and Son needed to make a trip to Lowe's. She's endlessly remodeling and he's always there to help.
The guy can fix anything. And I mean, anything. That's why I love having him here. I compile a honey do list for him when he visits. He loves doing chores for Mom and I love having the company. For about 2-3 days. Let's face it. I'm used to being single. I like my own space. I do love entertaining friends and family but 3 days is the max. You know what they say about fish and friends after 3 days?
I digress. I hurried home. Unpacked and arranged the scene of seduction for my friend. I'd left late Tuesday for Stamford and my usual tidiness didn't happen. So I had to hustle.
Fun occurred and I had a late leftover dinner and a martini. Thursday morning in Stamford had been quiet. I was getting itchy so his visit was welcome.
Friday was a whirlwind of activity. The new couch I purchased weeks ago finally arrived. A new gent that I am considering as a playmate friend arrived too and the phone was ringing off the hook.
At the end of the day I said, "enough" and headed out to dinner. Fridays are always busy here and my closest and most favorite restaurant was knee deep at the bar. My cute bartender made me a martini and I patiently waited for a seat. I needed to decompress. My patience was rewarded and I sat down to another excellent dinner. Two martinis, a braised romaine salad, Pasta vongole and I headed home and crashed. Eight days of touring within a 10 day time frame and the day's craziness had taken it's toll.
But......there are no complaints. I'm busy, bills are getting paid and paid up, I'm building a business here and life is very good.
What a change from a few months ago. BP might be a pain in the tuckus sometimes but it's turned my biz around. I put that on my gratitude life every day.
Life IS good. I hope it is for you also.
Syracuse, Sept. 24-26
Montreal, Oct. 3-5
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
PS....don't forget to check out my Clips for Sale. Link right here at Annekepleasures. Jim is adding more from Exposed all the time. And I'm going to be filming this next weekend. Whoo Hoo!
9/11/2013 - Remember THE 9/11
I'm in Stamford CT and today is a day of remembering. All the stations here are broadcasting the memorial service. The tugs on the heartstrings are almost more than one can bear and I did not know anyone who lost their lives that terrible day.
But I'm in a part of the US that did. My heart goes out to all of you who lost loved ones and/or friends. Let us never forget them or that day.
9/10/2013 - Chicago Thunder Boomers and Clips For Sale
Hello My Sexy Hot Boys,
I'm in Stamford CT for a couple of days. I just got back from Chicago Sunday afternoon. That was enough time to do the dirty laundry and repack the clean stuff. I didn't even put anything away. Just spread out the big suitcase in the living room. What was the point?
Chicago was great. The weather was perfect. And except for a Thursday night very short bout of food poisoning it was a great trip. Unfortunately my dinner companion had it too. Luckily, whatever it was that we ate (we shared bites of each other's dinner) was fast moving. Still, not fun and I felt kind of shaky Friday morning.
But....rising to the occasion I was back on my back in no time.
I haven't been anywhere since that humiliating trip to Miami. This time I knew the rules. Hell, I make them.
I love staying on N. Michigan Avenue near the Water Tower. Great restaurants, hotels and FABULOUS SHOPPING! Everything you could ever want within a few blocks walk.
After my "liason's" Friday I went to a stroll down to La Perla. Forget the lingerie. They only carry up to size nothing. When I asked the girls in the store what was wrong with the company, Chicago being a hefty girl town, they said their pleas for larger sizes had fallen on deaf ears. Apparently the Italians have enough small girl business. They don't want or need voluptuous women on their client base.
BUT I was able to buy a two pairs of their gorgeous lace top thigh high stockings. Black of course. If I told you how much they cost you'd croak. But for photo shoots and special occasions they are stellar.
Then I walked down to Nordstrum's and checked out the latest shoe styles. I've decided I like Manolo Blahnik's this season. They have a pair of black and white houndstooth sling back pumps that would look fabulous with my new black and white sheath. Only $800. I'll have to find some knock offs somewhere. That's just too much money.
I'm working on paying off my car and my debt this year. The shoes can wait.
So on to Joe's Stone Crab which is right out the back door of Nordstrum's. Of course, Stone Crabs are not in season. They are harvested from November to May. I just could not jump ship to an imposter from the Pacific and ordered Oysters Rockerfeller instead. Perfect with a tall martini. (Obviously I was feeling better.) But I ate bread to be safe. Something that hasn't been on my diet that past couple of week.
I started to walk back to my hotel and got totally turned around. I wound up on Lakeshore Drive and just couldn't figure out where the hell I was in relation to Michigan Ave. Of course it didn't help that crossing over it there was NO street sign so I missed it. Finally, back aching, I grabbed a cab. I'd already gotten my workout in and I had a couple appointment that evening.
I'd walked past their hotel 3 times in my lost in space state.
I got back to my room and took a nap. Probably a remnant from the food encounter. I don't do naps well. I wander around in a fog after them but I just couldn't keep my eyes open any longer.
Freshened up, I hopped in a cab and went to see my old friends. We'd met years ago in Clearwater and stayed in touch. We had a great time and both hubby and wife enjoyed a big O for themselves. Courtesy of MOI.
Saturday was the day of remembrance. My September Thunder Boomer Award goes to my last friend of the day. I know, it's early in the month but guys, there is NO way any of you could have topped this one. The boy knew his stuff and read my body perfectly. Our first time in a pile too. Oh my, oh my. I was a very happy girl. So my friend, I'm still smiling. You were fantastic.
Diamond Jim and I met for lunch Friday afternoon. That was my "safe" meal. Bland, starchy, filling and no chance of problems. We yakked away about what had been going on in our lives. No filming, strictly social. But we did get some things ironed out with Anneke's sites.
I WILL build a new Pleasures. We WILL shut down Exposed and send all that content to clips for sale. In fact, I received my first check from them today. In the past, my automatic deposits were not making it to my bank account. Today's nice big check brought another smile to my face. I'm trying to forget the money I did not receive.
Jim is gradually going to bring all the content to clips for sale. It will be in several formats for those of you with PC's, Macs, smart phones, etc. Something for everyone.
I'm thinking I'll buy another camera and we'll add new Anneke's Oral Adventures Around the World on an ongoing basis. That's a simple shoot to do. My partner's face is never seen and he can hold the camera. There are a LOT of cities where I have not filmed. And it sure won't hurt to repeat one. So, if you've ever wanted to become an anonymous porn star, now's your chance.
It's time for cocktails. It's looking good for Stamford. Kind of bittersweet to be back and not living here but it was a period in my life. Fun and sad. Those were recession years and tough. It prepared me for where I am today. Loving life in my little city. Looking forward to time in Florida soon.
Life is good.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
8/31/2013 - Wrong Side of the Bed
Do you ever have those days where you just woke up and felt crabby? I've been like that the last two days and I know it. Why I don't know? There's no reason to be touchy. But I am.
And of course that's never good for business when you are communicating with people who would like to partake in your service.
At first I thought it was not enough exercise. So I got myself back to the gym, walked, lifted yesterday and did a long yoga routine this week too. I think I need another long yoga routine. Something is brewing.
I know one think I need. Yeah....a good one! The pocket rocket and watching porn just isn't doing it for me. I need one of those thunder boomers. Fate, the stars and life have gotten in the way of meeting "friends" the last couple of days. So not meeting friends has made me crabby with my hopefully new friends. Know what I mean? LOL
Plus, I'm dieting again. That would do it by itself. You know what the first three letters in diet are. D I E
On a happy note, my old friend and his intended are here in the city to enjoy it and the track this weekend. Tonight I'm preparing dinner. We'll catch up on all the news. She's finished a novel and is hoping to get it excepted by a publisher. I am dying to hear the story line. She's an exceptional writer and I would be so surprised if no on snapped it up. You know her as Beverly Fisher. That sassy, feisty redhead from Denver.
We both love champagne and we all love Kir Royale's so I'm sure we'll put a few bottles of that away tonight. Roast beef, garlic smashed potatoes, fresh asparagus and lemon gelato with fresh mango for dessert. I'm skipping the potatoes and the gelato so I can have the champagne.
Tomorrow we'll have lunch on the porch at the club house and then dinner in town. She's having a spa treatment today.
In fact, that sounds like a great idea. I'm overdue for a massage. Wouldn't it be great if it had a happy ending?
There is a place on Hollywood Beach in Florida that is a swinger's hotel. A few summers ago I stayed there for a couple of nights. There is a rooftop pool where you can sun bathe nude. And a guy who gave massages to the ladies. And you guys thought that YOU were the only ones who had happy endings. Right now, that's sounding very enticing.
I wound up meeting a couple of guys and later, we all went down to the playroom. I had left one of my Annekexposed videos there for the tv. We turned it on and the moaning on the video was joined with our own. Later, the one hottie and I went back to his room for more playtime. Then on to a swing club the next night. I'm thinking I'm needing a little more naughtiness.
Anyone want to help a poor deprived gal? I'll bet my crabby self would disappear right away.
Life is good isn't it?
Smiles and Licks,
8/25/2013 - Whoops Where Did It Go
Hello Darling Boys,
In case you are wondering what is going on with www.annekepleasures.com we are trying to switch hosting companies. In order to do so the site was down. But after the change we found there was no access to the journal, calendar and the appointment page for you.
Why? Well, they are on a secure offsite server. For YOUR safety and mine. But that poses a problem in the switch. We have to find out where that is. Diamond Jim did not build this site. Another webmaster did years ago and her technician pulled all kinds of snarky stuff in doing so. We've rectified his part of it but now that we're trying to make this change it's bit us in the butt.
What's the answer? I have to build a new site for Annekepleasures. This was a stop gap attempt to save some money. But now I have two hosting companies and the site is back on the old one because it works. ARGH!!! No dollars saved yet.
My apologies but please be patient with me. The journal works best of Firefox and Safari folks. The site is old code and just doesn't work well with IE. Sorry. I'll get this all updated and working well within the next few months. I will keep you posted on our progress.
Annekexposed is going bye bye. New members cannot join now since the billing company would not solve the problem. Old members that are left, I suggest you cancel your recurring membership ASAP. It's time to send all the content to Clips for sale. The link is on Pleasures. And Xposed. I know it's not the bargain that Xposed was but I'm tired of getting ripped off to the free sites. Xposed makes me NO profit. It's a business decision, pure and simple. Since most of you are businessmen I am sure you can appreciate my course of action.
So what else has been going on? It was another busy week. The town was jammed for the Travers Stakes. It was a long day, post time started early and there were 14 races. I netted out about a $150 profit betting. I also had the winner of the Travers so it was a fun day. New hat, new dress, (it fit) and an absolutely gorgeous day.
One of my fav local bands The Refrigerators was playing at Siro's so I couldn't pass that up. I walked over after the 12th race. It was already wall to wall folks and the band was just getting ready to play.
I bebopped around for 40 minutes or so until the smell of the port a potties wafted over the dance floor. Totally gross! So I left, only to find there was not a cab to be found. 30,000 other folks were trying to find their way home or downtown and I was out of luck.
Thankfully I had flat shoes on so my only option was to walk home. It's over a mile but it was okay. Two years ago I would have been screwed. I could never have done it. It's a testament to how much my back has improved. Dancing, walking that far after a full day of being on my feet already and I was fine. Now all I need is a good O.
Life is good.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
8/22/2013 - What NOT to Do or Say
It's reminder time.
You NEVER ask what the donation is on the phone or in email. It's in an ad or on a website or on a review site.
You NEVER ask anything sexually explicit. I had one potential suitor moron this morning ask me if he could "lick my ----" this morning. Another wanted to know what my specialty was. I hung up on both.
Do NOT ever ask for unsafe practices. I'm hearing way too much of that this past year. Forget that you saw me in a Scores film years ago. We all were tested right before the shoot. And I've been tested many times since.
Now, mind you, I've had to adjust my attitude for BP but there's no excuse for this. and it's not just the BP guys. If you put your foot in your mouth and ask something stupid we can't have a date.
So, remember, the next time the little head takes control and you pick up the phone and call someone hot, be a gentleman and be circumspect. Let the big head do the talking.
If you haven't screened her you could be talking to you know who and you've just compromised yourself. That is why we spend money on websites, ads and do profiles. To keep us all safe.
On a happier note, the Travers Stakes is Saturday. I have a new dress and a new hat. We'll see if I wear them when I put them on Saturday morning.
The dress is covered up. Long sleeves, high neckline but va-va-voom. It's a knit sheath in black and off white. And the off white has an hour glass shape set within the black. Totally surrounds Trixie and Boom Boom in an outline. Curves in and rounds back out over my stomach and hips. It just might be a bit TOO much for the conservative folks at Saratoga. All that pulchritude.
I'm thinking I'm saving it for a party I'm going to in NYC Sept. 10th. I need to get rid of some of that pulchritude. I'm sure I'll find something else in the closet that will go with the new hat.
It's been an exceptionally busy week. :-)
Life is good.
Your Being VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
8/17/2013 - Ponies and Possibilites