10/29/2014 - The Legend Gina DePalma
It's my last hour or so in the city. As usual, I've decided to put a positive spin on this visit and life, despite my previous rant. That's me. It got worse but thankfully I wound up being able to cover expenses. I won't be back here for a long time to work.
But I will hop on the train in Rensselaer and head down to the city for the day. This trip was totally worth the time as I finally met the infamous and legendary Gina DePalma. Queen of New York Porn and the Texas Rub down.
LuLu is a straight forward and honest person and so it's no surprise that she and Gina have become friends. Gina is another one of those folks like us. Say it as it is. Genuine, frank and so funny. She is an absolute delight and a genuinely stunning woman. ery, very smart. High Cherokee cheekbones and an exotic look. She's a big gal and heads turn wherever she goes. If you get to NYC and have never met her, this is one of those Bucket List items. Of course, once you meet her, you'll probably want to do so again.
So I realized that this trip was about connections. And friends. Those who were gentlemen and showed up were absolute hotties. I guess I got the best of the best and the rest stayed home. Although I can't wait to get back to little Albany and my guys there. YOU are the best! Too bad I can't combine the best guys all in one location.
Hop onto to my Twitter page. Annekenordstrum. My hottie friend yesterday afternoon took a dynamite pic. I love it. I think you will too.
LOTS of leather and a hot, hot time. Phew....I'm getting horny just thinking about it. I had to put a pillow over my head when the BIG one hit. Thunder Boomer of the month award for sure sugar!
Life is good. Let's hear from you Albany friends. I'm not planning on going anywhere until Tampa, Dec. 19th.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
10/28/2014 - Rant About NYC
Don't read this is you don't want to hear me bitch. But do if you want to understand what we have to go through on tour. Especially in NYC.
I was almost completely booked, 2 weeks out. Still, some time here and there but feeling decent about the prospects. Until the cancellations started. And then the 2 hour no shows. And others. Car accidents, deaths in the family, family emergencies, meetings ran late, I was too tired after a hectic day, ad infinitum. Every excuse that is usually used showed up.
At $400 a night for a room, parking for the car, gas and tolls to get here, not to mention meals this is an exorbitant place to begin with. Then add no business and the cavalier attitude folks have and it's an insult. And absolute rude insult to those of us "working" girls.
I can't be angry with those who told me they couldn't make it. Ahead of time. But those who purposely set a date and then purposely don't show up really frost me. It's just plain mean. Just remember those of you who did this, karma can be a bitch too.
The phone was ringing off the hook on the way down but I asked folks to call back later to see if my appts had confirmed. Of course, they didn't call back. The mentality is all last minute, can I see you in 20 minutes. When it's someone I know I say yes. And then it's "well, let me call you back to be sure." Only to disappear. WTF?
Why in the hell would you call and ask for last minute when you don't know you have the time? What is wrong with these people? Would someone enlighten me?
It's not just me. I heard second hand about a WELL known porn star that she had 6 no shows. And it's the talk of the boards on TER. I actually wrote to my psychic wizard Alexx to see what was going on.
I'd had a really great reading Sunday with him and I felt tremendous positive energy as I saw the skyline of the city. It was almost overwhelming as I drove over the GW bridge. I thought, "Wow! This is gonna be great." NOT!
So, I'm going home tomorrow after I go to the Matisse exhibit at MOMA. LuLu has a membership and she's getting me in. And a hottie I have real, sizzling chemistry with is visiting this afternoon. Add an old friend who stopped by last night and the ones I HAVE played with have at least eased my libido if not my bank account. I'll be lucky to break even.
And I left good old provincial Albany behind for this? NYC might be the "greatest city in the world" but not for this gal this time. You're getting too big for your britches NY. You've lost your manners and your courtesy and you used to have them. I'll take my Smallbany any day of the week.
If I return it will be appointments with deposits up front only. And pigs can fly.
I awakened in the aftermath of a sizzling hot dream. I was making out with this really hot chick. That's a first. It's usually men in my dreams.
It's an absolutely glorious day in the city. I had a fabulous if not outrageously expensive pedicure this morning. RED shellacked toes. I LOVE getting my feet rubbed and pampered. Hint, hint. My hottie will be here at 1. I may meet LuLu and Gina DePalma for dinner. And there's still later this evening and tomorrow morning for fun in Manhattan.
Life is still good!
Love Those Of You Who Show Up,
10/26/2014 - Where Did The Week Go
It's Sunday morning and I'm having a lovely cup of coffee. It's a dreary day. Dark, rainy, 48 and piles of leaves are everywhere. Another harbinger that winter is lurking just around the corner. Even the Canadian geese have left for warmer climes.
Still, on a little detour through my old high school neighborhood's yesterday the sun was shining. These modest little neighborhoods still had beautiful color. The lawns neatly trimmed, pumpkins and mums on the front steps, it looked like fall hadn't progressed yet. I smiled.
I almost drove down the street of my school to see if there was a game that afternoon. But I had promises to keep. And miles of errands to run before I could keep them.
I finally found a parking spot at Trader Joe's. I'd heard they had unsweetened Aloe juice so I was making the trek. I found it and some small little frozen lobster tails for dinner. Add brussel sprouts that I would roast with garlic and a little feast for myself would happen that evening.
I've established a little weekend routine it seems. Either Saturday or Sunday I head to a little local tavern that has been there for decades. Some of the best home style Italian dining in the Capital District. Sans frills. The bartenders are pretty or handsome, depending on the time of day, the customers are regulars and friendly and it's inexpensive. They know your name. Add huge portions that I take home and have for one, sometimes two more meals and it's a bargain.
I usually stop at Macy's for their preferred customer sales too. It's amazing what has happened in the retail world. With a tiny bit of patience you don't have to pay full price for anything any longer. There's always a sale somewhere.
Except at the Chanel make up counter. I needed some things and it's the only place in the whole of that store that the reusable coupons don't apply. Oh well.
I bought some new foundation and a sizzling red lipstick to match my fingers and toes. I'm wearing Big Apple Red these days. Hot stuff!! I snagged a red Michael Kors sweater with fringe around the cowl neck too. Yummy!
Of course, you usually don't see me covered up to here and down to there. Fashionably of course. I AM a clothes horse. It's most always down to here and up to there. I know I don't have the world's most perfect frame but I do know which assets to accentuate. Trixie and Boom Boom and those long legs. You can always find something nice about someone can't you? :-)
Wild West Kelly and I had a good week. She, like LuLu, is a personality plus and a hard working provider. Who loves what she does. It was fun sharing her with my friends. She said she enjoyed you too!
I brought Kelly to the train station on Wednesday morning and headed east. It was drizzly, windy and cool. The color had faded from my last trip.
Once in downtown I checked into my boutique hotel. As I've mentioned, I splurged, expecting a little upscale treat for myself. Boston is redoing the sewer system so the street was torn up in the Financial District.
As I walked into the tiny lobby I found my room was not ready. No worries. I would have lunch while I waited. Believe it or not I had a crummy Cod sandwich in Boston. I couldn't eat most of it. Ah...no worries again but as I headed back to the hotel I found 50 teenagers crowding the reservation desk.
I sat in the lounge waiting for something to happen. The desk was supposed to call when my room was ready. No word. Finally, I walked to the desk and told them I wasn't part of the group and could they check? It was ready. They'd been overwhelmed by the size of the group and I guess, paralyzed.
I headed upstairs to see my upscale room. Except it was anything but. Oh, trendy décor, but tiny and underwhelming. And I spent what for this? If my foot could have reached I would have kicked myself in the butt.
I'd awakened too early that morning so I took a little power nap before I had to head to the Meet and Greet. At 5, promptly, my old friend Mr. Fisher texted. He was here.
I headed down and he wanted to dine in the hotel lounge. Big mistake. But meal completed we headed to the soiree. It was SO good to see old Boston friends I've known for years. We're all getting older and creakier and life has interjected in many unforeseen ways. Some not so wonderful. But hugs around and tales to tell was the reason I drove 160 miles in the first place.
We meet in the upstairs of a Boston Bah. Yep, that's how it read in the invite. A little Boston humor. In fact, the lumbar pillow on the chair in my room had said, "Wicked Smaht" Another Boston saying.
All those Irish have a definite influence on Boston's sense of humor. Definitely wise ass!
We smoozed and canoodled until around 9:30. I'd been invited to an after party but I was wilting. That 4:30 in the morning awakening and the long drive was taking it's toll.
I slept in the next morning. Had an awful and expensive breakfast in the hotel lobby and hit the road. I was going to take a detour to Sis's instead of heading home. Her fellow was part of a hilarious charity event that evening. Nothing like seeing grown men dressed in drag to raise money for local organizations that need help.
Am I sorry I went to Boston? No, it's always worth while to keep connections going. Even though the few dates that had pre-booked cancelled and the hotel was a big disappointment. I achieved what I'd hoped for. Seeing old friends and making some new ones. And letting them know that I'm not dead yet.
I headed back home from Sis's Friday morning. It was going to be a catch up day so I did not roll up any notices I was back.
Saturday was a busy, busy day after the BP notice went up. I was a busy, naughty girl. Today, I'm packing for Manhattan. While my family is worried I am going, (Ebola and Terrorists) I leave in the morning Monday and have lots of promises for fun. We'll see if they are kept. Back Wednesday evening and this may well be my last tour of the year.
I MIGHT sneak in a few days in Boston in December. And I might not. Otherwise I'll be at Chez Anneke keeping the hearth warm, the champagne chilled and the sheets hot. I'll keep you posted.
Life is good!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
10/212014 - Rain Go Away
Hello My Darling Boys,
It's 52 and raining. One of those YUK days that are on the bottom of my list. Whether in the Northeast or Florida. The rain is bringing down the leaves in vast numbers. It's almost depressing to think we'll have no leaves on the trees for 6 months until I realize that rebirth next spring leads to another glorious fall. And another free art show from nature. It's all good.
Wild West Kelly has been with me since Saturday. I picked her up at the train station Saturday morning. We've had a couple of fun threesomes and she's had some private encounters. Other than that, it's been on the quiet side for me.
Tomorrow I head to Boston and a little social occasion that my old friend will accompany me to. I'm looking forward to seeing old friends and making some new ones.
I've splurged on the hotel this trip. Stepping away from my favorite chain where I accumulate travel points to one more luxurious. It's one night only and it's for me. Wherever they are in the world they are upscale, trendy, great bar/restaurants and fun. Not snobby like some of those "other" 4-5 stars out there. I'm looking forward to that too. Then I'm stopping at my Sis's to spend Thursday evening with her to attend a charity event.
Next week I am bopping down to Manhattan for two nights. So far, it's looking busy but we all know how things are in that city. I'll count on what is planned when my friends walk through the door. LuLu will be available for doubles too.
So what else is new? I'm reading a very interesting book called The Big Leap. It's about how we put limits and blocks on our success in life, relationships and finances. I'm not too old to learn new tricks despite what the old adage says. I'm all for continued happiness and success!
After NYC I'll most likely be in Albany only until I head to Tampa and my beloved friends in the nudist resort for Christmas. I'll be away December 19-26. That will be a nice respite.
Will I return to Florida for a longer sojourn? Probably but I'm not sure yet. If I can be busy and stay warm where I am I might wait to head down the end of February, beginning of March. My Sis is thinking the same, staying on the ocean somewhere close by. Winter is long up here so not returning until April doesn't guarantee that Spring has blossomed yet.
In some respects April is a very frustrating month. Spring is lurking around the corner but the weather is still damp and chilly. The leaves are not out on the trees and it's too soon to plant anything. But every once in a bit a nice day pops up and we're hopeful the long Winter Solstice is coming to an end.
If I'm busy in Florida I'll stay there as long as it makes sense. Lauren and her S O head back to Europe the end of April so I want to have some time to spend with them and my other friends.
I need the freedom of being nude and the kind of variety and kink that the resort offers. Albany is very conservative. My little foray into the world of BD/SM in June went no further. While I was interested in learning more, they were not interested in teaching me. No harm. I get it. I'm not a true Domme and I'm certainly not a sub. I'm an anomaly in that world. And I am perfectly okay with that. But that little visit did open my eyes and help prepare me for the subs that seem to be coming my way.
My slave boy visited me Friday evening. I found a new local hangout for dinner/drinks/entertainment and while he wanted to visit that night, earlier than usual, I told him I was heading out. He asked if he could join me. I said yes and he said, "would this be like a real date?" I replied yes again. He was beside himself.
So I decked myself all out. More than I would if I were heading there on my own. In that I mean, if I'm going out on my own I keep it more subtle. No big cleavage, scaled down attire. This time I slipped on a red coat dress, trimmed in leather, low cut and shorter. Black stockings and my black patent peep toe Louboutin's.
The folks at the restaurant were genuinely happy to see I'd returned and told me I looked great. (Hey, we all like compliments from our guys and civilians alike.)
I had just ordered a glass of red wine when I heard a voice to my right, "Is this seat taken?" It took me a second but I realized it was my boy, dressed nicely and looking very handsome. The hostess walked by and said, "Well, who's this?" Obviously she thought so too.
We chatted like a normal couple but turned on, knowing what was ahead of us. No touchy feely stuff in case someone who knew him saw him there. He ordered a drink and my dinner arrived. I shared a bit with him and by then the Jazz ensemble had begun.
The perfect setting. An elegant place, my favorite music and my submissive lover next to my side.
I left first to prepared the candles and change. I am always decked out in as much leather as I can. He loves it.
In a few minutes in walked in the open door and into the living room where I was seated. I said, "Have you forgotten something?" He is instructed to go straight to the bathroom, strip and put on his collar and leash every time. He said, "Sorry Mistress."
A couple of minutes later he crawled to my side. I patted him on the head and then he went into the kitchen to make our cocktails. His, poured into a dog bowl. (This is what HE wanted._ It still amazes me but it is what pleases him.
Now perhaps you can see that it IS the sub who is in control. Topping from the bottom is what they call it.
He told me that he wanted the evening to be about me. I told him I wanted him to please me several times. And he did. A cunnilinguist of extreme ability! A bit later the double headed dildo came out and I moved it back and forth between us.
The day before I'd had another friend visit with his furs. A little wig on him, exchanging and wearing each other's furs while he rubbed himself on the silky furs. Fox, mink, faux beaver and snow leopard until he had his release. Thankfully he wasn't a dripper. Kinky? Yes. Fun? Absolutely!
Life is good and never boring. Especially when you can have multiple orgasms.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
10/13/2014 - A Day or Two Late but NOT a Dollar Short
Good Morning My Sexy Friends,
It was an absolutely gorgeous weekend in Upstate NY. Cooler, sunny and Mother Nature showing us all of her beauty. I just love it! I enjoyed it instead of updating the journal. So here's the Monday morning replay.
Some of you might remember that saying above growing up. Those of you who are younger might never have heard it. My mother had a zillion of them. Most of them hilarious. She was a genuine character. Yeah, yeah, I know, the apple didn't fall far from the tree.
In fact, as many of you have remarked, I'm a straight shooter. In years past and perhaps still too often, I'll tell you exactly what I think if you ask me. No bull----. After all, you did ask.
My spouse used to wince and some of my friends would roll their eyes. Alexx, the wondrous Albany wizard, suffers in silence at the track. Although, I am more circumspect now.
It's one of my "faults?" Or is it? You know exactly where you stand with me even if you really don't want to hear the truth. And then I realized, I didn't know any better. We were surrounded with this attitude in our formative years. My grandmother, one of the greatest ladies I've ever met, was the same. We learned by example.
My grandmother was blind. And yet you'd never know it when you walked into her immaculate four bedroom enormous flat. Not only did she keep it spotless and perfectly organized, she raised African violets from seed, made artificial flowers from wax, took in paying borders and cooked every meal.
She never went anywhere outside that flat. The sunlight gave her pain. I suppose her known world, where everything was in it's place to support her blindness was more comforting than venturing out.
Every summer I spent two weeks there. I was doted on, catered to and loved. Totally accepted for who I was. I can remember the two of us sitting down at the kitchen table, polishing off a bowl of cream cheese and olives with a pack of saltines, her smoking her unfiltered cigarettes and just chattering away like magpies. I SO loved her and my grandpa.
She passed away at 62. She was an OLD 62. She looked in her 80's when I think about it. But that was how it was then. I never realized how much of an influence she had over my life until I went to a seminar years later. During our "discovery" time we were asked who were the people that were the biggest positive influences in our life. Sadly, it wasn't my parents. Instead, it was my grandmother and my piano teacher. Both, loving, accepting women.
So I will relate this little story. A few weeks ago I was driving through the little city near Schenectady where Grandma and Grandpa lived. I drove by their apartment. Pulled over and parked. Their apartment was upstairs. I've dreamt about it often over the years. I just wanted to sit and look. But the downstairs tenant was going in the front door and I got the evil eye for doing so. I drove on.
I drove around the little town, recalling happy years past. I drove back past her home and as I drove past I asked out loud, "Grandma, I wonder if you're proud of the woman I've become?" A block further and my car filled up with cigarette smoke. I knew she was there and my eyes filled with tears. To my mind, that was a yes, I am proud of you. She loved me unconditionally and still does. Isn't that the way love should be anyway?
Why did I relate all this? I was reading about how one can take acting on gratitude in our life a step further. I do that little gratitude list every morning. 10 things I'm thankful for. The suggestion was to take it a step further. To write, not email, to those who you are grateful for in your life.
She and my teacher were two. Since they are both gone I will write my gratefulness to them right here. YOU, my friends, are many of the others. Everyday I write on that list that I'm thankful for this profession and you. If I've met someone new, I write their first name.
It's changed my life and I'm finding it's taking directions I never imagined. Especially in this avocation. It's like the windows of blessing have opened again. I have been greatly blessed and I thank you and am grateful for you.
Another one of my friends has asked for sensual domination. Something he's never done before.
I've mentioned those little "sessions" here. That's what they are called in the BD/sm world. I've done that purposely. Calling out to the Goddess/Mistress in me and letting you know she is available for you. And that new adventures are possible if you've ever been curious. It's now about pain. It's about surrender.
One young friend came to visit Saturday. He's a dom. Or at least he thinks he is. He's from a part of the world where men dominate women and not always in a good way. He tried that with me our first visit and I set him straight. Un-unh bucko!
So I was totally surprised when he asked me to tie him up Saturday. Well, lickety split I did so. And I added the spreader bar to his feet. Then I took out the furry padded blindfold and proceeded to use various devices to touch his body. Also my fingers for some ball scratching. Some he liked and moaned in pleasure. Some he hated and said it hurt. Well, he was a whimp so I eased up and took the blindfold off. He said, "someday I want to do that to you." Never!
And I said to him, "you're really nuts to let someone you don't know very well do this to you." That was after I untied him. Frankly, he'd NC/NS on me the last time he wanted to see me so I found I was enjoying his discomfort. He wasn't in any pain. He just did not like NOT having no control. But he wanted to experience it and he really didn't like it. ~~~evil grin~~~ I guess I'm more of a domme than I thought. LOL
This is kind of long today so come back later to finish this if you have to get back to work and earn a living.
For those of you who don't, read on. This last week was a doozy. On Monday I drove over to Boston/Waltham for a little tour. The color was pretty but still not a peak. I knew I'd have to be careful. It's before elections. Remember that guys.
One of my long time friends and film partners wanted me to squeeze him in for a half hour. I HATE half hours. Especially on tour. It just does NOT look good in a hotel having folks bopping in and out in 30 minute increments.
So he excepted the fact and made a beeline over. He's a good looking young guy and he surprised me by saying I'd made him a better lover. Wow. As a reward, I let him go where he's never gone before. Yes, you get it. And of course he loved it. We chatted, had an encore and he showered and rushed back to work.
I headed out for a nice seafood dinner and then back for a evening romp. After the drive I was ready for my pillow and a great night's sleep.
The universe brought me hotties during the day. Those slightly or very kinky folks that I love. Enormous chemistry with both playmates. Whoo Hoo! Lucky me. I headed out to a Berlucci's for an early dinner. I had to drive downtown to visit with an old friend from NJ who made the trip up from a business call in Hartford just to see me.
He's a doll and we met in the hotel bar for a cocktail. Then upstairs for fun. We had a long romp so the cocktail was well worked off by the time I had to drive home. It had been a vigorous and naughty day. And I had to drive to NYC in the morning.
What? That wasn't on your calendar Anneke. I know. As I was waiting at that hotel bar LuLu texted and asked what I was up to. In Boston, awaiting a friend. She said, "Oh, never mind then." But I texted back and to make this story short, I agreed to drive to the city the next day to have a 3some with one of HER friends. He was a very generous man so I was happy to make the trek.
That was until I hit the Cross Bronx Parkway. I know, I should have taken the Cross County but my GPS wasn't cooperating and I wasn't sure of that route. Still, despite my anxiousness in traffic, I arrived on time.
Our playmate was already at her place. I gave him a quick hug and showered and changed into my sexy, long dress. The Elvira one.
LuLu poured me a glass of wine and we all got cozy on the couch. He didn't know what or who to touch next. A little make out session and we headed to the boudoir. Undressing, I had on a low cut rhinestone trimmed velvet bra and a sheer full black garter panty also trimmed in rhinestones. Black stockings and my black peep toe Christian Louboutin stilettos.
He was overwhelmed by being surrounded by two Goddesses. LuLu is 5'11". Me, 5'9". We all kissed and I crawled between his legs. He rock hard. She commented on his state. As I took him and proceeded to rock his world it was only a few short couple of minutes before his release. I chased it with a gulf of red wine. LuLu and I proceeded to relax, thinking we'd have a pillow talk time before round two. I was there for 3 hours and he was staying overnight with her.
To our surprise, he jumped up out of the bed and starting dressing. He said, "please don't be offended ladies, I really need to get back home via the 5:30 train." And gave his reasons. I replied, "Here's an offer. I'll be back Oct. 27-29. Let's do this again, gratis." Lulu, piped in her willingness to join in. I mean, REALLY, how could I do anything less? If he takes me up on my offer, cool. If he does not, I offered but I hope he does. :-)
He left, we high fived and I said, "girlfriend, I'm taking YOU to dinner." We got changed and walked to a great restaurant overlooking Columbus Circle. Since I still had to drive back to Albany, a substantial yummy gourmet grilled cheese sandwich and thimble full of tomato soup accompanied my Jack Daniels Old Fashion.
It was the perfect seat, 5 stories up overlooking the Columbus statue and Central Park. It's at moments like this that I remember why I love NYC.
We walked back, engaged in more girl chat and I walked next door to the parking garage and headed north. I was home by 9:45pm having driven 360 miles that day. Needless to say, I was worn out and I slept until almost 9am the next morning.
But all the day's driving and effort and the Boston tour had made my financial outlook much brighter. An excellent adventure and lots of fabulous leaf peeping on the way down. The colors had heightened in just two days.
My sis popped in for a brief visit Thursday afternoon to bring me a Halloween door wreath she'd made for me. It says, "Enter If You Dare...Something Wicked is Inside." We had a good laugh about that. Folks HAD dared that day.
I've been busy catching up on errands and seeing friends since I returned. Another massage on Friday morning and a chill out day to recover from it. I'm feeling much better. Being in the car so much did not help but my new gal is getting me back to where I was before the trip and fall 3 weeks ago.
It's a new and exciting week ahead of me. I hope yours is also. Life is good. Be thankful for every day the universe brings you.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
10/10/2014 - A Short Rant
If you don't want to hear me bitch, tune in tomorrow when I do the REAL weekly update. XXX's
You and I both know THIS is no strings. That's why you dip your toes in these waters. No risk to what you have even though you think or really don't have enough...for you.
We don't own you but we do like to think we're a little special. Just a little.
However, every once in a while one of you exchanges this all too familiar dialogue. "Hey, Anneke, I've missed you, or I've never met you but I'd like to see you at such and such a day and time." I reply, "Thanks for thinking of me, but I'm not available then. I won't be in town or I'm "tied up." Pun intended. Don't get that picture in your mind. It will NEVER happen. I do the tying.
The dialogue continues without a split second passing "Oh, well, who else do you know" as I get kicked to the curb. Or they hang up....immediately. Yeah, that's exactly what it feels like. Next!
It's my opinion that most providers have an extra shot of testosterone in comparison to civilian women and that is why they are able to compartmentalize and not become attached like men. I'm pretty sure that's true since I've added extra myself with the bio-identical hormones. It has changed my attitudes and temperament in many ways. However, we are still women. And we do want to feel just a tad special.
Get the point? Fake it a little and act disappointed, have a little conversation before you do the unsaid, "NEXT?"
I still love you all though!
Life is good. It was an exceptional week and you can hear about it this weekend if you care.
Your VERY Naughty AND Egotistical Girlfriend,
10/05/2014 - Fishnet Bodysuit
I thought that title might get your attention. Add a aqua lace bra under it with a short quilted leather skirt over it and platform ghillie tie black heels. Of course, huge earrings. Got the picture?
I'm waiting the arrival of a playmate soon. I rolled up that "other" advertising place this morning and it's looking like a very busy day. Thankfully it's a reminder to old friends that I'm still around. I'm extremely picky these days with you know who ramping it up before the elections. It's not going to be any better after either.
Enough of that. I've enjoyed being back in my place and sleeping in my own bed. And romping in the playroom bed with my playmates. There's a lot to be said for the comforts of your own pad. I have the candles just where I want them. The lightning all set. A decent sound system and a fully stocked bar. Both of those are difficult on the road. Not to mention heavy to lug around. I just don't. It's too much.
Add a fully equipped "gentleman's bathroom" and it's a very comfortable place to visit. Yes, there's soap, body wash, deodorant, shampoo, conditioner, mouthwash, toothpaste, toothbrushes, fresh towels and a big tub/shower. My last place had a phone booth for a shower. I always hated it.
Now the trick is for some of you to USE the soap in the places that matter when you get in the shower. Washing off with just water doesn't kill bacteria. Hint, hint! If I go to the expense to have those grooming aids for you please use them.
My, my, I'm off to a negative start aren't I? That wasn't my intention for this weekly update as it's been a good one. It's been a great week.
Yesterday I had a massage with a new masseuse and after lunch headed up the Northway to peep at the leaves in the Adirondack Mountains. Only the further north I drove the vibrant color seemed to disappear. Oh no! It's great at home and the reverse should be true. The further north should be at peak. But it was not. Mother Nature is tricky like that some fall seasons. So I got off the Northway in North Glens Falls and headed North and East toward Rutland. I hoped Vermont might be better.
Sadly, it was not but I realized I was acting spoiled. Most would give their eye teeth to see the beautiful display that was available. I think I probably wasn't ready to be in the car again after the long rides to Western NY and back.
Friday, back at home was a relaxing evening and no visitors.
Okay...seque back to where I started above and the fishnet bodysuit. Saturday was a different story. An old pal stopped by late morning. Then another wanted to visit around around 2. A little break in the action and I ran out to pick up laundry and do a little retail therapy. As if I hadn't had enough the week previous. But I've been looking for a new trench coat and I found it. Less than half off after the sale discounts were taken. (Think nothing on under it but beautiful lingerie and stockings. A pair of high boots or stilettos when you walk through the door.) I picked up some new thigh hi stockings and headed home. I had to get back for another playmate at 6:30.
My libido was raring to go and I had my share of fabulous O's. But by 8ish I was ready to chill. Moi, believe it or not, was worn out.
NCIS has a whole bunch of old shows on Saturday night. Just what I needed. A pizza from Inferno, big glass of Josh and being a couch potato. I turned down more fun. I'd had enough.
This morning, Sunday, I awakened after some crazy dreams and as I bounded out of bed, realizing I needed a little sister time. Coffee, a banana, some aloe juice, pick up the place, fix me up and out the door I went. It's only an hour south.
I gave my Sis and her S O a big hug and she made me a cup of Earl Gray. I added lots of honey that was fresh from a farm up north.
We're both painting our cherry dining room sets. I started first but since I can't have the place torn up I've had to do mine slowly. I've completed my 6 chairs. She'd finished the table first, stripping the top, finishing it with Tung oil and is now painting the chairs with French chalk paint. My obsession with all things French in décor has rubbed off.
I still have to do my table but that can wait until after the Boston/Waltham tour this week. With all kinds of new resources we surfed the net for instructions and how to's. My little gray cells were spinning with new things I want to try. I have to finish the table and do my big dresser in my bedroom. And I'm thinking of all the projects I want to redo.
As you have probably figured out, I kept bored with the same ole, same ole all the time. While I love my home, I need to get away every once in a while. Loving it more when I return. I get tired of the same décor and need to switch things around and accent with new colors.
I love fashion. Out of date fashion is not my thing. In clothes, shoes, boots, hair, make up, you name it I like staying up with what is new. Of course, I have to tailor that for a woman my age. It would be ridiculous to try and copy something that would be hot on someone younger. One can be fashionable, sexy, classy and appropriate in public. Now, in private or at the nudie resort it's a whole different story. I have a whole closet of inappropriate but elegant clothes. Truthfully, some are just plain slutwear. Just as it should be. :-)
The same thing applies to men. I like variety and can't imagine being a partner to only one guy. No matter how fabulous he was. NO one person can meet all the needs in your life. In my opinion it's unfair to expect ANYONE to have to do so. Plus, he'd probably want me to retire from being Anneke. I'm the only one who is going to decide that. So, I stay very single. Coming and going as I chose, even though there are moments when I'm a bit lonely.
They never last for long. I have a great life. Fabulous friends in this biz and in my personal life and the wherewithal to pick up and go whenever I want. Shop when I want, dine out, save and plan for the future without someone else telling me what it should be and most importantly....be naughty often!
Life is good. Perhaps someday that special someone will drop right into my lap, sent by the Universe, but even if he doesn't, life will still be good.
No strings works both ways my temporary boyfriends! Doesn't it?
Love and Hugs,
9/28/2014 addendum - Older Is Better
I don't normally update the Journal twice in one day. But after the last phone call my "juices" are running.
Of course it was an unknown number so I declined it. But the brave soul left a voice message. No forwarding number of course. Coward. I hope you read this and are ashamed of yourself.
It started out with "who was I kidding, 59?" And a big long lecture on how I should be honest about my age, I'd had a face lift but I looked good, blah, blah, blah, stop lying, men liked older women. 59 my butt." Hung up.
Well, no sh-- Shakespeare! All of you here know I'm not 59. There isn't an escort on the web who admits to their real age. Why? Because it's a double standard world. And because we always get accused of our photos not being real, more blah, blah, blah and MOSTLY because if we admitted our real ages you wouldn't believe our photos were recent and real anyway. It's a catch 22.
If you ask me what it is, I tell you. But I'm no marketing fool. I post an age most people think I am. I know exactly what would happen to my business if I put my real age up. NO one would believe that I look like I do in my photos. You ALL tell me I do and most of you say I look better in person. I know how this works. So I fudge it. It's been a long time since anyone complained about my age. And he didn't do his homework. He didn't read a damn thing in my advertising and on my website. Buyer beware! lol
I admit I'm a GILF. You can google me and it's out there. Yes I've had a facelift. I had it almost ten years ago. And I'll probably have another. And yes I have injections. My boobs are real. Untouched by the knife, nothing added! Thank God. But in case you are shocked, every single girl in this business does the same and THEY start in their twenties and thirties and have spent tens of thousands and done way more stuff then I could ever dream of.
Why? Same thing. If they admit they are not 29, instead of 39 you start complaining. Or 45 instead of 55. You want the maturity but you want us to look 29. Or in my case...45. Impossible! I have to save for my eventual retirement. I couldn't do so if I was putting every dollar I made back into my face and body. So you'll just have to put up with some wrinkles, sagging under arms and a tummy. I do the best I can with the resources I have and the gym.
You are meeting a flesh and blood real person. One with wrinkles, cellulite, varicose veins and the war wounds of life. Not a made up, manufactured Barbie. I know younger girls in this business and they are a wreck worrying about getting older. The hell with that. It's going to happen. YOU all are getting older and most of you sure don't go to the trouble to stay young.
It could be argued we offer a service so we should look our best. And I do. But I'm not going to spend my life worrying I'm not perfect or young anymore. I'm just going to turn the lights down low, light the candles and help you have the time of your life.
If knowing I'm older than I say bothers you, don't call. Or close your eyes and pretend.
How about a little poll here? All of us admit our true ages? Or you just not worrying about it as long as you are very happy with what happens between two consenting adults?
I'd be interested to hear what you have to say. email@example.com 1.continue to fudge it Anneke I could care less 2. post your real age I could care less
Of course, if my business tanks posting my real age are you going to pay my rent? Probably not.
Life is still good.
9/28/2014 - Wined Out
I'm in Binghamton now. I had a lovely ride over through the Southern Tier countryside from Ithaca this early afternoon. It's unfamiliar but very beautiful country. Folks don't realize that New York is a VERY big state. Okay folks from Texas, don't puff your chests out and start bragging. NY is still a big state in comparison to most. And so diverse. From Long Island ocean front to tall Adirondack Peaks, rolling farm lands, two great lakes, the St. Lawrence River, beautiful little quaint towns and the greatest city on earth, New York.
For those of you who have forgotten your Earth Science the Finger Lakes were created with the retreat of the glaciers during the ice age. It looks like a giant hand reached down and many fingers scooped out the 11 lakes in the Finger Lakes chain. High rolling farm land dips down to deep, long lakes to form a beautiful picture. The vineyards are spread out on the slopes of each lake at water's edge, benefitting from the warming aspects of the water and the lake mists that cover the grapes each morning as the day begins.
Most of the folks in Ithaca, in the middle of nowhere, 30,000 though, work for Cornell University and Ithaca College. Or farm or grown grapes and make wine. It's an interesting city about the size of Saratoga and very similar in nature. Greatly influenced by one of the top universities in the country. In other words, a very classy little city.
My drive down yesterday morning from Rochester to downtown Ithaca took two hours. All countryside and tiny little quaint towns with speed traps. It took forever. My inaccurate Google Maps directions and an uncooperative GPS made me 10 minutes late to meet my tour group. I'd called to give them a heads up and our very cool guide was unperplexed. No one else seemed to care either.
I was unprepared for the make up of the group. All upscale folks from Pennsylvania, Westchester County and New Jersey. One group of 4 beautiful young gals having a girls out weekend. You boys would have drooled. Our guide was a cutie and a personality galore.
It was nice to be around folks like that. Well dressed, well spoken, polite and smart. I really get sick of folks all looking like the Walmart disasters and acting like inconsiderate clods. These folks had made an effort to look sharp even though we were loaded on a big van and tooling around the countryside. All were well mannered and considerate.
Am I snob? Probably.
We went to 4 boutique wineries. That means they bottle less than 5,000 cases of wine in a year. All of them hand pick their own grapes or buy them from other vineyards close by.
Add the beginning of leaf peeping season, high and dry 70's and it was a day to die for. It was about 25% of peak. So a tree ablaze amidst a sea of still green was a treat and a delight. We have sugar maples in the Northeast. That's why it's so beautiful.
Our first tour we tasted 4 wines. Three whites and a red. The Finger Lakes are known for their Reislings, Gewurtztraminer's (one of my favs)and whites generally. Since this was a private tour the owners of each winery conducted our tasting.
I won't bore your to tears but at our second stop we had a pairing lunch. Fabulous and the chef's had been on Chopped on the Food Network. Need I say more?
We ended the day at Damiani and a chocolate pairing. Yes, red and white wines also with chocolate. My favorite pairing was a Gewurtz with a fabulous orange chocolate. In fact, I bought each vineyard's Gewurtztraminer. I'll have a tasting for me and my Sis and her beau one day soon. They love it too. Since they are hard to find in the first place it's even more difficult to find great NY Fingerlake's Gewurtz's. The Finger Lake climate is very similar to where they grow this grape in Germany. The taste is also. I wasn't the only one who loved them. Made me smile.
But at the end of the day, I'd had enough wine and had a casual chain restaurant light dinner with a Stella. I was still walking around in circles this morning with the combo of riding and drinking. Not drunk or hungover but vertigo from the imbalance in my inner ear from riding not driving. It happens to me sometimes.
I have a new friend visiting tonight and I think I'm going to cut this tour short and head home tomorrow. Sadly I'll skip the new masseuse in Syracuse but a great 15 minute neck and shoulder massage at the nail salon this morning helped immensely. I've gotten the message from my body. DO THIS ON A REGULAR BASIS GIRLFRIEND!!!
As with all travel, it's always good to get home. Or at least it should be. In my case, I'm can't wait to get back to my own digs and my own boys. I'm a lucky gal to live where I'm appreciated and cozy in my beautiful nest. My younger slave called Friday night, thinking he'd visit. Ah....I'm not there. Hopefully soon.
Life is good. I've had a slow, relaxing and great week on tour. Not a money maker but still good. Home sweet home is a lovely thought.
Love and Hugs,
9/26/2014 - I AM Bored but Feeling Fabulous Darling
It's a gorgeous day here in Rochester, NY. I'm staying at a new type of Hilton chain. I hate it! The bed hurts my back, only two pillows on the bed, cheap shower and soaps, no automatic opener when you enter the lobby so you have to hold the door open and haul in the luggage.
The good part is that I can. Even two years ago forget it. And it's only $80 a night. That's all it's worth in my opinion.
I had a really fun date last night. He an has effervescent personality and brought a great bottle of New York State wine. And....and very passionate nature. Great kisser, great....well you know. We had a blast and Lake Anneke was overflowing!
Otherwise, it's been quiet this week. But my instincts have said "don't see anyone you are not sure about." One of my first callers for Syracuse on Monday was you know who. How do I know? My screening turned up a job resume. Law enforcement listed on it. How stupid can you be?
So I had very few dates. But I found a kick ass masseuse that I'm am making a detour for next Tuesday when I head back from Binghamton.
I'm getting ahead of myself. Why would I need a masseuse? Because last Saturday, walking into the playroom, I caught my left heel on the area rug that is over the carpet. I went down like a felled redwood tree. To my knees. There was nothing I could do to stop myself and as I knelt there I prayed my knees weren't broken.
I could hardly move and the impact had rattled my body from my knees up through my hips, spine, neck and head. BOOM!
An immediate ice pack on my left knee as bruises were already welling. I stretched but have skipped the gym the next few days, getting tighter and sorer. Driving to Syracuse on Tuesday I knew I was going to have to either 1. get an adjustment or 2. get a therapeutic massage.
Before I'd left I'd done a Fall Equinox ritual on Monday wishing for several things. One was health. The others I'll keep to myself. After I lit the candles, read the wishes out loud, said a prayer and burnt the list I took the ashes outside to bury them in my planter as instructed. I walked in the back door and BAM....I felt this tremendous surge of energy through my midsection, chest, heart, throat, head and out through the top of my head. Tears came to my eyes it was so overwhelming! Holy Moly! I guess the ritual had opened something up in me despite my physical soreness. It was an awesome and beautiful feeling. One I had no idea would happen.
My fabulous Albany psychic wizard Alexx had instructed me to do so. He said his ears popped when he did his list. Yeah, I'm most definitely a believer. Too much has happened to deny it.
So I found a masseuse in a Syracuse chiropractor's office. I told her what had happened and this tiny little gal set to work. She knew her stuff. Starting on my left shoulder she worked her way down until we found my left hip was the culprit. Then crossing to the right side, worked down again until she reached my inner lower right leg. She started to massage those bound up muscles and I began to feel warmth travel up into my right groin and hip with the energy flowing out and up my back, chest, neck and up through the top of my head. Yep, the energy in my body had been blocked and she had released it.
I felt fabulous. Better than I had in a long time. So although Syracuse was a break even situation for biz I found the reason I was to go there. Despite the 4 cancelled dates.
On to Rochester, with my first date cancelling on the way. I said to myself, "why did I bother coming on this tour? I never do well in Western NY. I should have not left Albany." But then I realized two of the cancellations in Syracuse had said, "see you in Albany." Sometimes you just have to move to let folks in other areas know you exist. It was marketing the old fashioned way. Get in the car and go. Sort of cold calling. LOL
To be fair, the main reason I headed west was to visit New York's Finger Lakes Wine Country.It's been on my bucket list for a long time. I know, it's not world reputed but they do have some good wines and it is a hugely popular destination at harvest and in the fall. And just beautiful!
So tomorrow morning I meet my tour group in Ithaca and we have lunch, visit four wineries, have dinner, get dropped back off and everything is taken care of for one very reasonable price.
Even though I'm slightly bored I'm getting lots of retail therapy and leaf peeping while awaiting some naughtiness. I'm really excited about tomorrow's visit to Ithaca and the Finger Lakes vineyards.
You know me, if life hands me lemons I make lemonade. It's just my nature. Plus, nothing terrible has happened. I'm not wearing prison orange. And they WERE lying in wait for me in Syracuse. I didn't even put a BP ad up for Rochester. Enough is enough.
I've met some lovely folks. Had some great O's. Traveled through beautiful Upstate New York in the beginning stages of color. Found a fabulous masseuse. A great hair salon. Dined, drunk and shopped well and gotten exceptionally well rested.
Life is good!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
PS....Binghamton Sunday-Tuesday am. Back in Albany late afternoon. WALTHAM/BOSTON NEXT WEEK! What a beautiful ride that will be. Pun intended!
9/21/2014 - On the Road Again
It's been a lovely, busy, fun week. Moving to the Capital District was the right decision and I'm very happy here. More than I thought possible.
I'm close to everything. It's conveniently accessible for my friends and I have a gorgeous place. Most of all, I'm healthy and horny.
I thought about what I wanted to share today and looked back at this past week. I realized that most of my visiting friends were either submissives, cross dressers or Goddess worshippers. The universe seems to be sending them my way. Of course the more "straight" friends have stopped by too. Variety IS the spice of life. I love it all!
My darling slave boy came to see me Friday night. This time he didn't undress and crawl into the living room. He came in and we shared a kiss. Out to the kitchen he headed to make our drinks. We had a few sips of our adult beverages but found ourselves quickly locked in a hot make out session.
This boy can kiss! And I LOVE kissing. It got hotter and hotter and hotter. I have a little love bite mark on my neck. I asked him to leave it.
His fingers finding new places to tease. Me, almost out of my mind, (remember I said almost) with passion. We sipped, talked, kissed and fondled.
I headed to the boudoir, he to the bathroom to undress and don his collar and leash. I'd been wearing a lacy sheer body suit, with a black velvet bra studded with rhinestones, a short leather skirt and thigh hi boots. Big jet stone earrings.
I slipped off the skirt because the body suit was completely open between the top and the attached stockings. That and the boots stayed on. They drive him insane.
He entered the candlelit room and our passion reignited. He is a master at DATY! His fingers replaced his tongue and all went in. I moaned during every intense and delightful moment, reveling in his skills.
He always expresses a fantasy of what he would like to try next. This time, the bigger strap on and I put him on his knees after warming him up with my fingers. We'd stepped up in size and he loved it as I took him.
I reminded him that he'd asked we experiment with a double headed dildo. One end in my pussy, the other in his ass. It's huge.
We sat, facing each other, he leaning back as I covered each end with a condom and lots of lube. While I wash and use alcohol on all my toys I always cover the ones that penetrate. One cannot be too careful in this respect.
His eyes widened when he saw the size of the thing. It's black and 18 inches long. I began my insertion of him and then eased the other end into my pussy. Rocking back and forth and with my hand on the middle of it I was able to simulate a stroking motion. He moaned and squirmed against it.
I like the real thing best so I removed my end and began inserting his deeper. He loving it even more. He couldn't believe he could take it and still enjoy every stroke.
Finally I removed it and put him on his back. Using my fingers, tongue and new masturbation toy, brought him to completion.
The bed was drenched. We were both complete and while we'd started out as equals the shift in power brought him back to submission. It's an amazing experience.
I have no need, nor desire to inflict pain, though some are aroused by it and so I am accommodating without being over the top. But I sure do enjoy donning that strap on and becoming the Amazon Goddess. In short, I taste and experience what men do each time they mount a woman. The increased arousal of a partner who loves that, arouses me more. You get it. It's hot!
Saturday morning was a worshipful time for my next partner. He was in heaven caressing each and every part of my body. He kept saying, " I love it, I love it." And when I reciprocated he still said, "I love it."
Yesterday afternoon was a day of running around, grocery shopping, picking up my laundry and changing the bed. Sis and her beau were having dinner and spending the night. I stored the hanging strapons in the closet. While Sis is supportive of me I know just how much she can take.
It was a warm evening so we had cocktails and appetizers outside. Dinner was roast pork and apricot sauce, garlic mashed potatoes and broccoli au gratin. Sis had made pecan pie.
After dinner, we went back outside to enjoy the still warm evening. Her beau and I lit up cigars and I poured after dinner drinks. We both enjoyed the smooth smoke, great draw and exceptionally long ashes. The longest ever for me. Finally, the weight took it off and the cigar was getting hot. I stubbed mine out. I knew I'd pay for it in the middle of the night. ACK...on your tongue. Thankfully I didn't have to kiss anyone. I hadn't had one in a long time and it's only fun for me if I can enjoy one with someone else.
I made a big breakfast this morning and after they headed south to home. I love sharing my home and my table with friends and family.
Life is good. I'm going gallivanting this afternoon after a couple of small errands. The back roads beckon.
Syracuse, Rochester, Ithaca, Wine Country and Binghamton are the destination this week. All of you who have asked me to return....I'm looking forward to our adventure.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend/Goddess/Mistress,
9/16/2014 - Advice for Newbies and a Refresher
I came across this on the Eros Guide this morning. Written by Maggie McNeil. She's the activist and author I had dinner with a few weeks ago.
I think it bears repeating for those of you who have partaken over the years. For those of you who are new, invaluable if you want to have the time of your life and be remembered with fondness.
The Gentlemen’s Guide to Dating a Professional
Gentlemen often ask me for advice on dealing with providers, and though there are a number of good essays and lists of “dos and don’ts” for clients available on the internet, I don’t think it hurts to add another one in order to give a broader view of what different ladies consider important. This is not a list of my personal pet peeves or things which annoy me in particular, but rather commonsense advice and warnings against behaviors which many escorts complain about when we talk to one another.
Just that simple; give a professional the same respect you would give to any other woman you date. Take a shower, shave, brush your teeth and cut your fingernails. Change into clean clothes and refrain from smoking in her presence unless she is also a smoker or has ashtrays available to signify it’s OK. Take care of every personal hygiene issue you can think of, even if you don’t think she’ll notice; most providers are very fastidious, and may be turned off by things you might not even consider an issue. If you have any sort of noticeable skin condition let her know, and if you are even slightly ill please take care of it before attempting to make an appointment; escorts do not have paid sick leave, and your bug could leave her unable to work for days or even weeks.
Be where you say you’re going to be when you say you’re going to be there.
If you’re going to an incall, try to be on time and call if you’ll be more than five minutes late; if the escort is coming to you, don’t leave to go to the store, the ice machine or the ATM when you expect her any minute. You should have done those things long before; if there is a real emergency just call to tell her so she can delay arriving for the time it will take you to get back. And if there’s a substantial delay which is your fault rather than hers, please don’t be obnoxious if she cuts the session a bit short; she may have other appointments and she didn’t force you to arrive half an hour later than expected. If you are forced to cancel less than 24 hours before your appointment, you should offer her a cancellation fee even if she doesn’t ask for one; she may have turned down other appointments to keep yours.
It’s never a good idea to arrive early and sit around in your car, or to walk around talking to her neighbors or hotel staff, or to drop by when you don’t have an appointment, or to leave notes at her incall, or to bring anyone else with you (or have anyone else present if she’s coming to you). It’s impossible for an escort to provide the discretion you expect if you don’t afford her the same courtesy.
Employ normal good manners.
I know proper etiquette is less common than it used to be, but c’mon guys, this isn’t rocket science. Just try to remember all the things Mommy taught you; ask rather than demanding, say “thank you” at the end, dress appropriately, take off your hat when a woman is in the room, etc. You’ll be surprised how much of a difference it makes in your experience.
Remember that we are businesswomen and that this is our business.
Different providers want their fees delivered in different ways, but they’ll usually explain that on their websites. Don’t haggle or otherwise embarrass her; just take care of the financial transaction right away in whatever way she has indicated, and then you can relax and enjoy the experience. When your time is up, don’t force her to ask you to leave; she may have other appointments or personal activities to take care of, and excessive delay may well inconvenience both her and other people.
Don’t ask rude, pointless or prying questions, or those to which you don’t really want to know the answer.
Though you may be nervous and at a loss for words when in the company of a beautiful woman you haven’t met before, it’s still not a good idea to attempt to “break the ice” by being nosy, school boyish or caddish. Remember, she may be nervous, too, and if you make her uncomfortable (even unintentionally) neither of you is going to have a very good time. One very common example is asking for her real name; providers use “stage names” to protect our privacy and to project the image we wish to project, just as actresses and singers do. Many parents burden their children with unattractive names, and it’s rather difficult to project an enticing aura when is stuck with a moniker like “Prunella” or “Hortense”. OK, that’s an exaggeration, but I’m sure you can see what I’m getting at; accept her professional name and leave it at that.
Just apply common sense and common courtesy…
Another example would be asking for an exact schedule of what will take place on your date. If you think back on all the social dates you’ve been on in your life, you’ll realize that when two people are alone together there are many variables which can affect their interaction; time, interpersonal chemistry, physical considerations and many other factors will make your date different from everyone else’s. If you do your research and choose an experienced lady with a good reputation, and then heed the advice in this essay when you meet her, you can trust that your experience won’t be extremely different from those of other clients; asking for a checklist will probably have the opposite effect, and may even cause a provider to refuse to see you at all.
Finally, refrain from asking about her personal relationships or the other gentlemen she’s seen, either in the past or that day. You wouldn’t want her discussing you with other people, so please extend the same courtesy to your provider and the other gentlemen who have met her.
Don’t try to turn her into a criminal.
Don’t ask her to supply illegal drugs or agree to other illegal activities, and if you do don’t be surprised if she hangs up on you and refuses to answer subsequent calls or emails.
Respect her limits.
Every provider is different, but all of us have boundaries which we’ll either explain up front or tell you about when you try to cross them. Remember how in high school a girl would move your hand if you put it someplace she didn’t like? It’s the same with escorts, and if you keep pushing you’re just going to upset her, waste the time you paid for and potentially end up with a bad reputation in the provider community.
Above all else, just apply common sense and common courtesy; treat an escort as you would treat any other businesswoman and you can’t go very wrong. You’ll be the kind of client professionals like to see rather than the kind we dread, and you’ll find your experience is much more rewarding and fulfilling because of it.
Article written by Maggie McNeill- author, activist and former
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9/15/2014 - Fall is Here
It was 42 in Albany this morning. I had to turn on the heat when I awakened. I have a heated mattress pad on my memory foam mattress so that keeps me warm at night. I start it out at 7 and turn it down to 1 for the sleep time. That little bit of heat seems to keep the creaky places happy. I don't like to wear anything to bed.
It was a great week. After a couple of shaky days, post flight, my good spirits returned. Saturday and Sunday morning I was feeling a bit down and I realized it was the adrenalin rush from the scare on the flight. And the realization again that we are mortal. I don't know about you but I'm enjoying life so much I'm not ready to leave it. Of course we don't get to chose but that's just how I feel. Thankful for every day.
The day before my daughter had asked if I'd contact my psychic, Alexx of Albany, for a phone reading. She had and I did also so she had a reading at 2:30. I stopped by the laundry and then dropped by his place to give him his honorarium. We chatted about feeling punky and he agreed, it had been the shock of the scare.
I've known him for years and I trust his skills implicitly. And I regard him also as a life coach and friend. A good person to have in your corner. He does read for men and women so I'd recommend his skills to anyone wondering what direction their future might take or if you have unresolved issues with those who have past. Day to day issues can take a new perspective after a reading.
Conferring with him, I've learned to lean even more on my own sense of intuition. And my gut. They are flawless indicators when I listen. Right now I'm reading a fabulous book that he has lent me about Chakra Therapy.
Last year when I took the Backpage plunge I opened my world up to new possibilities. When my friend advised the Gratitude List it opened even more and I'm finding that I'm in tune with the universe in new ways. Joyous ways. Ones that I want to experience and share in a healthy way.
Yesterday afternoon I went back to see Alexx for a reading again. There's been a lot of increased activity by you know who here and I wanted his vision and advice to stay safe. Screen, use my intuition as always and things will continue to be great. And I will. You should too.
I think it's fabulous that at this stage of my mature life I'm growing and changing as a human being. I've always felt that you grow old when you get stuck in the past and refuse to change. I'm excited about this journey for the remainder of the years I'm given.
Hormones throbbing, I've had a sexy week. One touch, one great kiss and my body is raring to go. I absolutely love the arousal that I feel always glimmering beneath the surface. Thankfully I don't lose my mind when it starts to encompass me.
I experienced some of that yesterday with a new friend. He was polite but cold in his contact. Easily verifiable so I shrugged off his distance. After all, this IS no strings. However, those of you who know me, know I love making a sensualnconnection.
As soon as he walked in the door and we sat on the touch he was grabbing and groping. And not with a lover's touch. It was obvious he wanted to get going. More than once I had to ask him to "take it easy." He said, "sorry, I'm excited." Yeah, that's a good thing but Trixie and Boom Boom felt like they were being squeezed into the mammogram xray machine. THAT is never fun.
He mounted me from behind and grunted and groaned until he completed. It happened again Mish with all the grunting. Thankfully those blessed hormones still had me turned on but it reminded me of caveman mating. Where the women were only there for their release. Well, HELL Anneke, what do you think you ARE there for? LOL Get over yourself.
Why did I relate that? Because sometimes a less than stellar experience helps me appreciate the more than 90% of you who ARE stellar even more. Would I see him again? Sure. But next time, I'll make him get in the shower before we begin. I'd asked him to take one and he said, "I'm good." After you've been riding in a car for 2 plus hours you are NOT! Food for thought gentlemen. While this is a service you need to appreciate that there are those of us who offer it and be fastidious for us. I have a guest bathroom just for you well stocked with gentlemen's items. Please avail yourself of it.
After, I freshened up and headed up the Northway to Toga. I hadn't spent any time there since I left. I wanted to stop in the Home Consignment shop, pick up some malachite and tiger eye at the New Age store, do a little Toga shopping and have dinner at my fav pizza place up there.
It's so strange. Saratoga is so affluent and yet friendly. There's always someone to chat with at a bar. Albany, not so much. Folks are a bit closed in. But that's okay. I make friends with the servers and bartenders. That's where I sit anyway so no problem.
There's a free concert at the Times Union Center this coming weekend. The Spirit of America. It's a military unit show and I love that sort of thing. Join me if you'd like. Just bring Kleenex. When they march out the colors I lose it.
Yeah...but it's all good. And so is life.
Remember, Syracuse, Rochester, Ithaca, Binghamton NEXT week. In the meantime, I'm terrorizing Albany!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
9/6/2014 - Second Home
I'm back home after my brief Tampa trip. You don't know how thankful I am that I AM home. But more about that later.
This is the first time I've gone back to Tampa and NOT gone to the Nudie resort. I just didn't have time. Between "visits" from friends, the doctor for my implant, the hairdresser, toes, nails, shopping and Bahama Breeze every night I didn't have time.
You won't hear any complaints. I enjoyed being in that beautiful city and took full advantage of being right on Tampa Bay. If you've never been, the south side of Tampa, South of Kennedy, is gorgeous. Big old live oaks, Spanish moss and gentile homes on shaded side streets. Then there's Bay to Bay. Spectacular.
I was out in Rocky Point. The old location for two of my beautiful Tampa incalls from 2003 to 2006. Then I bought the teeny, tiny condo in the nudist resort. I procured another tiny incall off Memorial but I was never home. On the road all the time. So after a year of paying for two places I gave up the incall and took my chances. Thankfully it worked out.
I discovered something very sweet this trip. Again. Just like coming home to Upstate NY, Tampa is home too. With all it's familiarity and fond memories, albeit shorter and without those ghosts of past relatives. My son lived with me for a while and my two oldest granddaughters are down there now. So I still have some family connections.
However, my true family is at the resort. Lauren and her S O were not there and all the gang had come in for the big Labor Day weekend previously so I knew no one would be around. Especially mid-week. Plus, it was hotter than hell and as usual, high humidity. I had no desire to bake and sweat in the sun. Best done with tons of sun screen in the cooler months for me now.
I got such a kick driving down those oak lined streets dripping with Spanish moss. Visiting my favorite stores and restaurants. Especially Ho Wao on Dale Mabry. Bahama Breeze was like going home. Many of my old bartender friends were still there. Even my old buddy Denny the guitar player. It's always sweet to see old friends.
In public and privately. But most of my visitors were new. And fun. Especially my last hottie, adorable, tall, Irish descent, single and wanting to do it again when I return. We'll see. A lot gets promised when gentlemen are turned on. I get it.
Friday morning arrived too soon and I awakened at 2 am, unable to get back to sleep. Finally at 4am I got online to find a Waffle House. Yeah, I love them. There was one right next to Westshore Mall. How had I forgotten?
A 5 in the morning I was ordering, scrambled eggs with cheese, grits, raisin toast with apple butter and a side of sausage patties. Not overdone please. Oh, coffee too of course.
It was a good as oysters and champagne that time of morning. The place was quiet and the girls were cleaning so no chit chat. That was okay. I was struggling from the lack of sleep.
Morning repast complete I headed back to my hotel. I was packed way ahead of time and I had to head to the airport at 9:45. A date-check friend was at the hotel next door, (he didn't know that) but there wasn't enough time.
I had an early lunch at Shula's in the Southwest terminal and a bloody mary so spicy and loaded that I couldn't finish it. In retrospect for what would follow, I should have.
We all lined up. I HATE Southwest's boarding process but I love their free baggage and hassle free attitude. I was finishing John Grisham's latest book, the sequel to A Time to Kill when the captain came on the loud speaker. He started with, "Well, I didn't expect when I started my day that it would take this turn. We are making an emergency landing in Baltimore. There is a strange odor in the forward cockpit." My heart went to my throat and while my life didn't flash before me, I did mentally grab ahold of myself and say, "it will be okay, we will be there in 30 minutes." Probably the longest 30 minutes I've experienced in a long time.
No one spoke. Everyone on the plane was dealing with the possibilities in their own way. I dove back into the book. Thank the heavens I had it and I was at the end where everything came together. I had a mental diversion.
Obviously everything worked out okay. When we landed in Baltimore Southwest had another plane ready to go for our crew. Just a little gas and a flight inspection and we were able to board.
Geeze....what an unexpected ending to a lovely trip. But that's life isn't it? It takes it's twists and turns and the measure of our character really is how we handle those curve balls.
I've been doing some thinking about what I really want from life since that happened. And it hasn't changed. Except for one wish. I'd like to reinstate the harem.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I want it all. LOL And why ahouldn't I? I'm a Goddess and a dominant woman. If I don't ask for what I want I'll never get it. Most of you know what I prefer. Single and younger are the first criteria. :-) NO attached men.
A front just came through and briefly cooled things down. It was exceptionally windy and now it's calm. Which means the air is going on again and the windows will get closed up for my new friend this evening.
The hormones have already heightened my libido. The last implant hadn't been depleted so there was no lull but now there are LOTS of them roaming around. I LOVE feeling like this. It's DELICIOUS!!!
Life is good!
Your About to Be VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
8/31/2014 - Two Hot Cougars
It's a warm but rainy day today in Upstate NY. My friend LuLu arrived yesterday morning. Our big plan for today was the track but the weather didn't cooperate. We're just chillin'.
But yesterday we had ourselves some fun with some old friends. Their jaws dropped when I opened the door and they saw two tall, voluptuous, beautiful women. Big smiles and hard equipment immediately.
I'm not a huge fan of doubles. A lot of girls feel like they need to be competing with you for "who is the better date" award. It's always been my experience that to share is a whole lot more fun. Especially two mouths on one........ Well, you know what I mean. LuLu gets it and is a perfect partner.
She brought female protection and the boys most certainly enjoyed the option of being free but safe. I'm going to stock more of them but frankly, it's not a lot of fun for me. I don't feel a thing. So unless you absolutely can't function with the usual we're staying to the tried and true. I want to have a good time too! Still, it was fun. She's absolutely great to share my friends with. Hopefully she'll return in the future.
We're both HGTV fans so at the end of a lusty evening we were content to watch our favorite shows. Today we got all decked out for a 11am visitor only to find he'd cancelled via a text that got sent to my BP number. Unfortunately, it shows up in an annekepleasures email and got missed.
After that fiasco, LuLu used her tech savvy to set up my phone to send those BP phone number texts to my regular phone number. Now I will see them along with all my other texts and I will be able to answer with the BP number.
Of course, it took forever adding the app, plowing through all the instructions but she got it down. She is the one who was instrumental in helping me make the BP transition. I've always been most grateful. It changed my life and opened my mind to other possibilities. Add the daily writing of a gratitude list and it's been a fabulous year plus since I took that step.
Undeterred by our plans being changed by mother nature we headed to Macy's for some retail therapy and some new lipstick. She found a maxi dress and a pencil skirt. Me...my two lipstick crayons and a new top that has bands of faux leather criss crossing it. Perfect to wear with the new quilted leather mini skirt I found Friday.
Then on to Ralph's for steamed clams and spaghetti with meat sauce. ONE Stella for me. I was the DD.
So we're back hanging home. TV time, afternoon cocktails in a bit, salmon on the grill and a salad and a relaxing night. UNLESS you call and want to play.
She's here and we're available until late afternoon tomorrow. Old friends, just call. New friends, eme or call but be prepared to be screened. Some things won't ever change but that just means we'll all be safe and not wearing prison orange. They are still a pain in the butt here and it's not going to get better.
My whole week was a great one and I'm looking forward to my Tampa trip this upcoming week. I'll be out on the Causeway near the airport. NOT in Pasco County this trip. Very limited availability so pre-book soon. I won't be back again until Dec. 19-26. Yes, a nude Christmas.
I will head up there this week. You KNOW I will. But I'll not have a lot of time. Doctor, hair stylist, Steinmart for fall wardrobe and of course, Bahama Breeze. Can't wait!
Life is good!
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
8/16/2014 - A Weekend Off
It's been cooler these last few days. It feels like fall. I'm not complaining. I like these cooler days.
I've had a lovely week. And added one more name to my private list of contenders for "thunder boomer of the month" award. A new friend too. Lucky me.
On top of that a wild assed outcall to Lee, MA the other night. I stayed well beyond my time. I was having just too much fun. In fact, I'm still smiling thinking about that hottie!
I finally finished my chairs from the yard sale dining room set I purchased in May. Lots of work, cleaning up the old stained finish and accumulated dirt. Sanding, priming, painting 2-3 coats for each chair. Then sanding again, distressing and finally a coat of finishing wax.
New chairs seats and they are looking great. Next I have to tackle the table and two leaves. I'm leaving the top a natural cherry finish but painting and distressing the bottom off white. Looks cool but still a LOT of work ahead.\
No matter. I love all this stuff as some of you who are sick of hearing about it know. Get on to the juicy stuff will you Anneke? Yeah, yeah, yeah. I will. But this is the life and times of Anneke in and out of the boudoir. So you have to read through the boring crap as well as the titillating gems.
Today I'm hanging with my dear friend who graciously gave me THE COAT two years ago. He's visiting for the weekend. We're going to the Trotters at the Racino in Saratoga tonight. Maybe the Altamont Fair tomorrow, weather permitting and then the flat track on Monday.
He's driving a 2012 S550 so I asked him if he thought a flat screen would fit in the trunk? My little Altima 2 door coupe would not fit a 48 inch boxed TV. I've been saving to replace my living room one and move the 32 inch to my bedroom. I've been comparing prices for weeks.
The timing was right. The salesman found the wall mount, the HD cables and one TV was left. On sale! Yahoo! We got to the register and he whipped out his credit card. "No, no," I said. "This is my deal." "Nope," he replied. "This is your birthday present." We had a little no, yes, no dialogue but in the end, it was a gift.
Now I have to corral my son to get it up. He's been working full time and it's been impossible to get my honey do list done. This I can't do myself. But I can wait until he can. It's a smart TV so I'll be able to get Netflix. You'll never pry me off the couch now unless it's to head to the bedroom.
So it will be a fun weekend. I'll keep ya posted.
Life is good!
Love and Kisses,
Thirty Nine Again - 8/10/2014
Hello My Darling Boys,
It's been a beautiful week and today is no exception. We had a little rain Thursday but it's generally been fabulous. Not too hot and cooler at night. One of the trees across my little back yard lake is starting to change color already. I'm afraid these are the last days of summer.
So what was my birthday week like? A study in contrasts for sure! GFE, PSE, sensual domination, sensual massage, dinner dates and some things I'll keep to myself. And then the birthday celebrations Friday/Saturday.
Tuesday I finally found a great nail salon where they don't shred your fingers. Wednesday I went to see my fabulous hair stylist. I love her.
I'm highlighted, low lighted, toned and glamorous. lol My longer blonde hair is now a variety of blonde shades. Past my shoulders and framed around my face. Love it!
On my way back from Sis's last Sunday I stopped in the adult store close to her home. It seems the Capital District is too conservative to have much for it's folks who desire the kinkier aspects of life.
I had a "fetish" adventure planned for Tuesday afternoon. My new friend had a desire to be bound and taken control of. I bought a new set of padded handcuffs, a masturbation toy, (something like the Fleshlight but less expensive). a stainless steel wheel with teeth,) a huge bottle of lube and a sexy catsuit. Woo Hoo!
Back home, old friends stopped by to play. It had been a great weekend.
The next day Monday, I stopped at the local Ace hardware for some nylon rope. I'd also picked up a decorative coat rack to hang all the gear that had been hidden away in my walk in closet. It was time for all that stuff to "come out of the closet." I left the skeleton in it. After all, everyone does or should have a skeleton in their closet. Some eyebrows raised this week when they saw the rack and the gear. Some smiled, some were worried. No worries. It's only for those who want it! I am not a dominatrix. Just a dominant woman. Big difference.
It was a great week. Two contenders for Thunder Boomer of the month award already. :-)
Friday evening Sis came up to spend the night. She was going to our high school's class reunion for her class.
She left late and got stuck in the huge traffic nightmare that happens every weekend on the NY State Thruway and Northway. I swear all of NYC and NJ heads north. The girls in the city complain the biz is slow. They are all up here. Hooray for me!
She took a side rode and strode in late, laden with an armful of yellow gladiolas, a bottle of champagne, a bottle of French crème de cassis, a strawberry cheesecake and a birthday card. She told me she was skipping the reunion. Her knee was hurting.
I replied, "Great! Time to drink! I'd made a Greek pasta salad with Key West wild shrimp. I had 3 bottles of Gewurtztraminer in the fridge. Girl's Night out!
We shared the wine, dinner and my birthday cheesecake and decided to watch a movie in. Without a doubt the WORST movie I've seen in many a year. She fell asleep during it. Lucky girl. I hung in there and it just kept getting worse. What was it? Noah. Yeah, really bad.
I gave her my bedroom and I slept in the playroom. I know she felt better about that. I loved being in the big king size bed with all my memories of the fun I have in there. In fact, I woke up in the middle of the night so aroused I had to get a toy. With naughty thoughts I was able to finish the task.
I awakened to the sound of Sis grinding the coffee beans. I'd set everything out the night before. We had an easy breakfast on the patio, watching the birds and solving the world's problems. She was going to the Co-op for fresh veggies/fruits/cheese and I decided to follow her over.
We loaded up our carts with goodies and sat on the bench outside drinking water and polishing off chocolate croissants.
Mission completed we hugged and she headed home. I'm lucky to have a sister who is a best friend and supportive of my life's choices! Many gals in this business have to hide what they do from their families. And friends.
The friends I hang with here know and everyone at the Nudie Resort do also. I've learned not to form attachments with people that I can't be my authentic self with. Then I don't have to lie. So my circle of friends here is small but that is just fine. Makes things less complicated.
My darling friend Mr. Fisher drove over for my birthday. He was bearing Veuve Cliquot so he opened it while I got out the champagne glasses. A little cassis in the bottom and we toasted to a wonderful night.
We sat on the patio, fresh bread and a fabulous triple crème brie and a buttermilk blue and champagne. Life is good.
On to Barcelona for dinner after sensual massages and fun. It was my second trip there this week. Another friend and I had enjoyed it Thursday night. The hostess remembered me and made us feel welcome. I'm sure she wonders,,"two guys in one week?" Hey! I'm single, why not?
This morning I made French toast from the bread from yesterday. French butter, Vermont maple syrup, fresh seedless watermelon wedge and uncured bacon. Yum!
Thank God I went to the gym yesterday and will head there later today. But first, Macy's is having a sale. I just might find that yellow hat for the track. I have two more planned days to head up before racing season is over. I could go more.
Check my calendar. I'm heading back to Tampa September 2-5. I need my Nudie fix/friends, hormones and maybe a little work to cover expenses. I'm staying out on the causeway if you want to visit. Can't wait!
Despite the horrible things that are happening in the world, life is good. Especially a year older! I feel blessed to live where I do and be safe, happy and healthy. Take care all!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
8/2/2014 - I Stand Corrected
Hello Darling Boys,
It's 70 degrees and overcast this morning. Perfect weather to sit on my patio, sip my freshly brewed coffee, (I grind the beans) and watch my feathered friends. These last few days the house finches have found the feeder. While the males are colorful to look act they are little pigs. They hog the feeder, male and female alike, and the safflower seed is disappearing rapidly.
Fortunately the squirrels don't like it. That's why I have it. But every once in a while they get desperate and come for a kernel or two. I hope it gives them indigestion.
Morning entertainment complete I tackled the continuing hassle with my bank account. I awakened at 7am yesterday and a text came in with an alert from the bank. Someone had gotten my debit card number and charged 2300 dollars in a matter of minutes. Two purchases in Singapore, the other in Paris.
After a long wait on the phone, problem resolved. Of course, now I had to head to my bank and get a new temporary debit card. Mission accomplished I yakked with the bank manager about this and other things of life. They are kind of nosey. How do I make my money, what do I do? I think it's more to point me toward their business services.
This morning I logged on the account to find one charge, the Paris one, still processing. Another phone call and now a claim has to be filed. Oh, it won't come out of my account but there is a debit while it gets resolved. GRRR!
It's been a great week. Busy, busy, busy for adventures polar opposites of each other. People too. One, a disabled young man that I've seen before. I had to drive to his home, get him out of his wheelchair, into my car, wheelchair in the trunk, back to my incall, where Sara met us, out of the car again, fun time, then the whole process reversed.
As I lifted him the first time I thought my back is never going to take this but....it did. Again and again. Three years ago this would never have happened. I could not have even considered such a physically taxing encounter. I said a prayer of gratitude.
And I sat on ice after I came back. Heat the next morning. My blessed Aleve and I am perfectly fine. Consistent weight training, cardio and stretching/yoga has made me stronger. And that testosterone implant. Just call me Wonder Woman! LOL
I met sweet guys, rude guys, in a hurry guys, guys who took their time and made sure I was happy. Returning friends always bring a smile to my face.
On top of all my activity the new Sheriff of the former county I used to reside in coordinated a huge sting. 21 gents, 9 girls. I saw the names of 12 of the guys and all the girls. At least 21 family lives are impacted and possibly ruined. For a misdemeanor. He's making a name for himself.
Thursday evening I had dinner with Sara, a friend of hers and a gal by the name of Maggie McNeil. She has a popular blog called Honest Courtesan and was on a book signing tour for her collection of short stories, titled, "Ladies of the Night".
Maggie is a sex worker advocate and activist and my brain was overwhelmed with the truth of what is really going on out there with this whole sex trafficking scam. And that's what it is. I have always thought Backpage was full of underage girls, pimped out and exploited. That the cartels were everywhere. Boy, could I have not been more wrong. Oh, yes, it's there. But it's minuscule in comparison with what law enforcement and the politicians would like us to think.
Now that drug arrests are down, penalties have been lowered and reversed our prisons are starting to empty. Yeah, you guessed it. They are going after us. They have elevated the world's oldest profession to the level of drug dealers. And they get away with it because NONE of you speak out. Oh, I get why but as long as you look the other way and hope you don't get swept up in this you keep quiet.
"When they took away the Jews, I said nothing. When they took away the Catholics, I said nothing. When they took away the Presbyterians, I said nothing. When they came for me, there was no one left to speak." All of this so called "crises' is an attack on the first amendment of free speech. Without that, we are lost.
One shining piece of good news is that she said the Save Act won't get passed. Wherever states have tried to enact it the lower courts have knocked it down. She also said Backpage won't go out of business for adult services. They will sue and win. I hope this is true because what happens there impacts ALL the places that allow advertising.
But all of us need to be careful. YOU need to do your homework about someone you want to meet instead of looking at a hot photo and leading with you little head and calling immediately. YOU all need to cooperate with screening. A law enforcement officer posing as an escort isn't going to screen. They are just going to get as many gents into their sting as they can. Fast.
Oh, there was much more but I don't want your eyes to glaze over. Read Maggie's blog. Look into why brothel districts in Amsterdam, in India, Australia, where it's legal are getting pushed out. Think, valuable real estate for developers. Don't believe what you hear on the news about the sex trade. If Hillary gets in office we're really screwed.
Whenever you go into a new city, first google, Prostitution Stings for that city. It will alert you as to what is going on.
Be careful and play safe. And speak up. Even one of my friends who is affiliated with LE was disgusted by this last sting. He grumbled, "it's a waste of time and resources." And I agree. What two consenting adults do behind closed doors is no one's business.
So, I stand corrected. What I thought was true was all smoke and mirrors. But politicians are experts at that sort of thing aren't they?
On a happy note, I haven't made my Saturday garage sale tour yet. Once I do I'm heading south to my Sis's this afternoon. If the weather is good we're going to the Drum and Bugle competition in Kingston. If not, we'll sit home and drink wine. So the Love for Sale sign is off this afternoon, evening and tomorrow morning. I'll be back around noon Sunday.
I'm thinking of a short 2-3 day vacation. But every place I want to go is either jammed with tourists or my psychic friend says don't go to. I listen to what he says. And he also says, be very careful right now. You too!
Still, life is good. My Wonder Woman back is holding up.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
7/27/2014 - Summer Fun
It was a busy, busy week for me. And the weather was fabulous. The weekend forecast was for a beautiful Friday and Saturday, showers on Sunday.
I headed to the track Friday.
It's less crowded and much more pleasant. Still plenty of people watching. One of my favorite things to do in life.
Of course I wore a pretty dress and a big hat. Sort of a Gucci/Pucci print if you know what I'm talking about. A huge airy black hat with some feathers. There weren't many of us but I had compliments left and right about the hat. Some people do enjoy seeing someone make an effort to dress well.
In my mind it's a measure of respect for the traditions of the track and respect for myself. When you can't be bothered to take time to be well groomed and well turned out you either think, 1. you're hot sh-- and you don't need to do anything or the reverse 2. you have no confidence in yourself.
This isn't about money. If you knew how little I spent on that outfit you wouldn't believe me. It's about shopping smart and being creative and having a little daring. Sure I'm a clothes horse. As a Leo, what else would you expect? :-) And no, the dress wasn't down to there and up to here. I look like a lady in public.
Now behind closed doors I look classy trashy.
At the nudist resort it's just all out slut wear.
I love the chance to let it all hang out when it's appropriate. And a woman my age looking trashy in public isn't classy. NOR attractive IMHO.
So elegant dress, big hat, wedge/platform heels, gold jewelry and turned out. But AFTER the track it was a whole different story. My submissive/slave was visiting late. It's always about leather with him and I had gone to Russ and Rebel on Route 7 earlier that week. Anna had told me about it.
It's been there for years and I've never given it a thought. I figured it was for bikers. Well, it is but it's also for exotic dancers and adults. Yeah....wild assed stuff.
I found a leather teddy on sale. Cut high on the hips and trimmed in huge safety pins. VERY fetish looking.
I showered and changed when I got back home and settled. Fishnet panty hose, black leather stiletto boots with thin strips of leather in gold, silver and black, criss crossing the legs. Dark red lips, black leather gloves and big silver earrings. The crowning touch? A HUGE strap on. The largest one I own.
He entered and headed straight to undress, slipping on his collar and leash. I'd left the door unlocked and I was waiting for him in my "throne" chair. He kneeled at my feet and I patted his head and gently kissed him.
I told him the accoutrements for cocktails were on the kitchen counter. He made the drinks and kneeled again at my feet.
I allowed him a drink and then I told him I wanted him to suck my cock. And to do it just like he'd want it done to himself. It was huge and he had trouble getting his mouth around it but good boy that he is, he managed to swallow a good bit.
He's not bi. But he wants to be humiliated and this was something he thought would do so. I patted his head and encouraged him to take more. He bent his head and plunged it down his throat.
I'll admit...I was so aroused at this point that I led him to the bedroom. I've been exceptionally horny these past few days and now that randiness was heightened.
I undressed, leaving the leather gloves on. It's his job to satisfy Mistress. Fortunately, he's very skilled at DATY. I'd already placed several layers of towels on my bed.
I began to orgasm over and over, squirting profusely. But that wasn't enough. I reached over for my bottle of lube and applied it liberally to my pussy and his fingers and hand. I told him to put his fingers together and tuck his thumb under. I wanted all of it.
He was afraid but arousal was so huge that there was nothing he could do to hurt me. I encouraged him to give me more and more. NO one had ever accomplished this before nor had I ever desired it.
I looked at him and said, "Now, who is the submissive"? He replied, "you are." And that is what happens. There can be power exchanged in the heat of the sub's obedience. A phenomenon I'd never experienced before. Oh, I was subbing from the top for sure and I was still in charge.
We took a little break, kissing deeply and becoming desperate in our passion. I told him to try again and this time his hand was inside me past his knuckles. Unbelievable sensation and although he was reserved in his submission I knew it was his time. We tried a smaller strap on but it wasn't comfortable. A small, vibrating dildo did the trick. Finally, mounting me, he had his release.
After, in our pillow talk time we chatted about what had happened and his submissive desires. We have much to experience yet.
Saturday was the usual garage sale adventure. I found a big Weber grill for $5. A new bottom grate and a cover at Home Depot and it was like new. Again, meeting cool folks along the way.
A new young friend was visiting in the afternoon. But not until after I drove out to Voorheesville and Smith's pizza. If you haven't ever....go!
This young one actually showed up and in the after glow he told me he'd been robbed by his last provider. I use that word loosely. It was the third time he'd seen her and when she asked for money before the appointment he should have known. I told him he could report her on Backpage. While there still is a Backpage. He was embarrassed but I know it's happened to many of you. THAT is the image most of the world has of "escorts". What a shame.
Later, one of my old friends from Chez Anneke north drove down from Vermont. What a contrast! One 25. My evening visitor, 75. The 75 year old knows what to do. I'll not say any more.
Today I took the day off, painting the accent wall in my dining room. I'm going to stencil with a clear gloss poly urethane so it will be a crème on crème damask. Then waxing one of the dining room chairs after distressing it. Five to go and the table.
Afternoon summer storms threatened again so I headed to Ralph's Tavern for steamed clams and then on to errands. Yeah, I know, I like to eat. But the gym and the hormones have me keeping my weight down. Love it!
One friend wrote to me and said he was worried Trixie and Boom Boom might disappear. They are a 38DD/E now. Instead of a 40DD/E. I think there's still plenty to hold.
Tonight is PBS. Father Brown, Tango in Halifax and my beloved Mystery Theater/Inspector Poirot Season debut.
I'm having a glass of a new Cabernet I found. Called Josh. From Joseph Carr.www.joshcellars.com Give it a try. Dinner later when I'm hungry.
Life is good. Remember that yourselves!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
7/22/2014 - Please Read Important
There is a bill in Congress forcing our advertisers to accept nothing but debit cards for payment and to disclose who their advertisers are. In short, we're going to be on a data base.
And...Holder is trying to get another bill through Congress to shut down BP. Well, I told you that would happen. Another site will just take it's place. That's what happened when Craig's list got shut down.
So......save my numbers. You might see a lot of us disappear on the internet for a bit. Websites might have to come down and the whole deal goes underground.
Exactly what Congress didn't want. The underground trafficking. It's going to do exactly the opposite of what they are trying to achieve. Stop the trafficking. Now these poor girls are going to be on the streets.
Those who are upscale will survive. It's looking like it might be more difficult. Just what we all needed after the recession and starting to get back on our feet.
Those pompous asses in government have nothing else to do with their time. They can't accomplish anything else in Congress but they sure can spoil everyone's fun. I've never been a fan of Holder either.
Does anyone think they'll stop seeing providers?
Your, I'll Still Be Naughty Girlfriend,
7/21/2014 - Off To The Races
Finally, opening day at the track last Friday. The weather could not have been more perfect. The new duds and hat too. Sara looked gorgeous as always and our psychic friend was the best dressed gent as usual. In fact, folks asked us if we'd coordinated our attire. We did not.
I wore a navy and white polka dot dress. A big navy hat with hot pink trim and navy sandals. No high heels Anneke? Hell no. I watched all the young ones in the stilettos practically paralyzed by the end of the day and smiled. I asked one if her feet hurt. Oh yeah!
We have seats in the Pavillion. The buffet was stellar this year and Mary Lou was having a small party on one side. If I have to tell you who that is you don't know horses.
I just was not in a betting mood. But I was in a people watching, take in the environment mood. There's not a classier place to be.
After lunch and a few races my phone rang. It was the Backpage number and my courteous caller informed me he was at the track and asked if I would be available later that day. I laughed and told him I was there also. With a Louisiana phone number and a drawl to match I knew he wasn't you know who so I agreed to meet him for a drink in the Jim Dandy bar.
Good looking fifty something dynamo. One of those guys who takes over a room while still being a Southern gentlemen. He bought me a diet coke, (I'd already shared champagne with Sara) and we talked about the possibilities. He wanted to make a night of it. Dinner and fun. We agreed to chat after the 9th race. I rejoined my friends and enjoyed the track. Lots of hotties to peruse. Male and female. Unfortunately, I only won one race but I'm not a big gambler so the losses were small.
I met my new friend after the 9th and we watched the last race together. We walked to my car and I drove to downtown Saratoga. This was his first visit. On to Jack Dillon's for dinner and back up route 9 for some very wet and kinky fun. He'd never met a provider like me. Always seeing the kind of gals who like you to get it over with and gone. He was amazed at the way things happened and thought he was a very lucky man. I thought I was a lucky girl. We just fit.
I headed home around 11:30 with plans to meet the next day. I crashed and arose early for my weekend treasure hunt. Garage sales.
During breakfast he called. He had family members joining him and the day's plan looked iffy. I agreed that he could check in later and we'd plan the day from there. Fortunately his family left to drive home and we made plans to join him for dinner and an encore. This time I'd be spending the night. He loved his cocktails and he wanted me to join him.
We returned to the same restaurant and all our servers from the night before came to our table. He was that kind of guy. Hard to forget, big tipper, lots of fun and yet a perfect gentleman.
Sunday morning we shared a coffee and went our separate ways. Hopefully we'll meet again someday. It was a delightfully unexpected turn to opening day. One I'm still smiling about.
It'd been a gorgeous weekend and I headed up to the Helderberg mountains. The air was cooler and I had a nice drive around Warner and Thompson Lakes, heading down through Altamont and Guilderland Center. Beautiful Upstate New York countryside.
As I neared home I drove past my Sister's old apartment community. Only a couple of miles from where I am now. Just in the door, my phone rang. She chided me, "didn't you see your text"? Duh...no, I was driving.
She was at the old community visiting her gal pal. We've all hung out several times so they arrived in minutes with a bottle of wine. We headed to my patio and several hours later, more wine and two pizzas, we'd caught up on all the stuff of the past few years.
I'll call her, Anna. She's a 5 foot nothing, tiny little bundle of energy. A devout Lesbian and she's always threatening to climb up me. We laugh about it all time. It probably won't ever happen as I'd hate to ruin a friendship. But it's fun to kid about. I was thrilled to spend the afternoon with my Sis and her. The circle of friends is widening here. Just what I hoped for. And the business is too.
Great client friends, civilian friends and family. A beautiful new apartment. Life is good.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
7/15/2014 - Where Did This Year Go
Good Morning Darlings,
It's just whizzing by isn't it? The days are getting shorter and hotter. The new place is looking good after all that hard work and I'm seeing the year rush by. All good though.
I know,,,it's not Saturday morning. Saturday mornings are becoming part of the weekend HUNT for bargains at yard sales. In fact, I'm only going to be available by advance appointment on Saturdays and Sundays. Unless I know you really well.
We ALL need to step away from our professions. Since mine is 7 days a week I'm learning that I must carve out some personal time for myself so that I'll be MORE attentive when I do put up the Love For Sale sign.
While I'm blessed in that I love what I do it's best not to always be available every moment of every day. In any job.
So Saturday I got up early, made my coffee, perused the garage sale ads, mapped out my itinerary and hit the road. I didn't have but an hour to spare. My Sis and I had plans for a garden tour and the laundry had just gone in the drier at our laundry center. lol
I did snag a goodie for $2. Even better, a fun conversation with the young couple who were hosting the yard sale. I spied two Steampunk hats so I asked them if they were in that lifestyle. Fingers crossed as a lot of them are swingers.
No, she said, with a twinkle in her eye, we just got dressed up for Halloween. They were from THE city and there's a lot of Steampunk groups there. Not so in SmallAlbany. (That's what we call it). She said she liked it, he not so much.
I think I love the social interaction of the yard sale jaunts even more than finding bargains. In fact, I know I do.
I headed home after I stopped for the weekend bagel with cream cheese and olives. The laundry wasn't quite dry so I started another cycle and dithered around my place. There's still lots of projects to dither with although I'm getting there.
A little past 11am I headed south to Sis's. She already had the Garden Tour tickets so we could head out. Except she'd been dithering in HER garden and had gotten all sweaty. She was just getting out of the shower. Her S O was at a golf tournament so it was a girl's day out.
We left late only to find that the first stop in Saugerties and the help desk for registration was empty. We were too late. Hell's bells!
Well, plan B. So I drove down an adjacent side street to turn around. And we spied....stop number 1 on the garden tour. Park!!!
The ladies were lovely and said, go ahead. After all we had our tickets in hand. They even gave us their copy of the garden route.
I have a tiny little spot behind my back patio for a garden. It's going to need some help. The dirt is all fill. Gravel and hard dirt. So soon, I'll have my son build a box and I'll fill it with great dirt.
This was the place for ideas as he had a beautiful, creative shade garden. I took photos and said to Sis, "this is perfect. If we don't see another garden I'm a happy camper."
I promise, I won't bore you to tears. Short version. We went all over the county to 3 more gardens. All lovely in their own right, braking at yard sales along the way.
Back home, I took Sis to dinner and then went on my way home after, listening to The Prairie Home Companion as I drove. I smiled as I parked my sparkling clean car that I'd had detailed the day before. The drive is now a half hour shorter. Fabulous!
Do I miss Saratoga? A little. But I'm heading to the track for opening day this Friday and will go back all summer. It's only 35 minutes north. I can head there any time.
I love the peace and quiet here. I don't have young girls stomping across the hardwood floors in their boots all day, night and partying all night long. Royal pain. Plus, no nosy neighbors. Much more convenient and central location and perfect for Anneke with that fabulous playroom.
I have a friend on the way. So I'll write the naughty parts in the next missive. And there have been PLENTY of them.
Life is good!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
6/30/2014 - Back In The Saddle Again
Good Monday Morning Boys,
It's an absolutely gorgeous day here. Yes, overcast but warm and pleasant. I've already had my coffee on my patio. The Kingfisher has been diving for his breakfast.
The nuthatches and sparrows are feeding at the suet feeder. There's a big heron fishing in the pond and mother duck and her babies are trying to find their morning repast. I can hear the birds singing their hearts out. Once I put the seed in the feeder it's going to be really fun to watch them visit.
It's beautiful and quiet here. And a perfect place for Anneke. No one pays any attention to who is coming and going because the bedrooms are on the parking side of the complex. So everyone keeps those blinds drawn. Too big, too busy for people to bother.
I'm out of Chez Anneke north. I made my last trip Saturday. Patching the holes in the wall where my art hung. Painting the patching. Taking down a chandelier and curtains and just making sure that EVERYTHING was pristine as it could be.
It was a great gig in Saratoga. Yes, if you never figured it out that was where I was. It's an exciting city but it's having growing pains. Too many people from New York City in my opinion. Too many new tall condos and hotels going up and ruining the quaint Victorian skyline.
Definitely marketed to the haves. And the have nots are not happy. The local news keeps the problems buried for the most part but they are there. We had homeless folks sleeping in one of the storage sheds for trash in my back yard. I wasn't happy about that at all. And a nosey neighbor.
It was fun and I loved being close to the track and all the action of Saratoga but I can drive there when I really miss it.
It's time for something new and I'm loving every bit of the change. It was just an ordeal driving up and down I-87 moving stuff every day for a month. I was plain worn out these last few days!
I contracted the movers for the big stuff and they did a stellar job. For less money than quoted. :-) I had LOTS of other stuff. In fact, way too much stuff. Now I'm organizing all the stuff and getting rid of some of it at the same time.
The end result is a beautiful new place. One I'm sure you'll enjoy, in and out of the boudoir.
So while I was up to my eyeballs in the move last week a couple of folks snuck in. I'm happy to say Chez Anneke South and I are ready for you. So pick up that phone and let's plan your erotic escape.
I do ask that you call when you park. I'll be waiting at the door in my unmentionables. No knocking. Sneakier that way.
I like sneaking. Life is good.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
PS...VERY close to the junction of I-87 and I-90. Just a hop, skip and jump away from pleasures.
PSS....I still offer outcall throughout the Capital District AND Saratoga. Race fans note!
6/21/2014 - One More Day at Chez Anneke North
The last two days have been the most gorgeous weather we've had in a year. Seventies/low eighties, dry, sunny, light breeze. Perfect for this Day of the Summer Solstice.
I'm now in a ground floor apartment. Meaning, there is no basement under me. So it has a tendency to get a little damp. I've only had my air on to keep it from feeling clammy. I'm in the trees facing North and West out the back. The place stays cool. I look over a beautiful pond where Canadian geese and Mallards find their home. I haven't filled my bird feeders yet but when I do I know they will be visited by lots of feathered song birds.
Yesterday I watched a Kingfisher dive into the pond for his meals. And then chase another around the pond. It's beautiful here and I'm very happy I made this change. Plus, it's the perfect, discreet location.
While the lease on Chez Anneke north ends on June 30th I'm mostly at Chez Anneke south. Tomorrow is the last day I can entertain there. The movers arrive Monday morning. I can hardly wait! And I can have my memory foam mattress each night.
It's Saturday and you know what I do on Saturday mornings during the warm weather. No, not sit in a bikini and sun bathe. I'm driving all over snagging deals at garage sales. It's a ritual that is eagerly awaited each week.
This morning I was up at 7 perusing Craig's list for the latest sales, making my own list of stops and getting ready to be at the first, an Estate Sale at 9am.
I pulled up at 8:50am and there was a gathering of folks already waiting. This one was run by professionals so we had to take a ticket with a number. Finally we entered and while there are things on my "list" to look for there's always something that just might entice. Not so much here. A couple of wooden medallions for the wall. Next.....
I headed out to Slingerlands. That's one of the upscale communities in the Albany area. Beautiful homes, lush greenery that you see in Upstate NY and older homes, all immaculate. This home owner had lots of goodies and I found a French Mirror for my bedroom and some wrought iron candle holders for the patio.
I walked two doors up and found a brass and wrought iron fireplace screen and set for ten bucks. Since I plan to use this fireplace, (I already have some wood for a cold night) one needs those things. Why pay full price?
I stopped here and there, just enjoying the earlier morning jaunt. I took Delaware Avenue into the city to an architectural store in the bad part of town. I am looking for a piece of marble. Nothing there and I hoped my car would be in one piece when I came out. Thankfully, it was.
Heading toward home I stopped for a sub. The food has always been good in the Capital District. There's no shortage of really good restaurants. They might not all be trendy like Saratoga but they are excellent.
I'd had a couple of friends inquiring to meet but I don't do last minute with folks I've never met. Plus, I'd had a kick ass session with a friend last night.
He loves leather and serving mistress. He's not a true submissive. He likes the look more than anything but after last weekend he was in for a surprise.
I'd donned leather like skin tight pants. A leather midriff top that barely held Trixie and Boom Boom. (I had to keep poking my nipples in.) A leather bomber jacket, leather up to the knee boats and leather gloves. A beautiful black jet necklace topped it all off.
He gasped when he came in the door. He asked to use my bathroom. I said, "take off all your clothes then come out." If you didn't know, CF/NM means, clothed female/naked male. It's a act of submission.
He walked into my living room naked. I was sitting in a throne like chair and told him to sit at my feet. I put a leather collar on him and then told him to make our drinks.
I showed him where everything was and sat down. Soon he brought me a glass of wine, a cocktail for himself. He knelt on the carpet and I stroked his hair. He was speechless.
He wasn't interested in pain and neither am I but he wanted to serve and please the Goddess and I let him.
In the boudoir, I undressed and pulled the beautiful spread back. Placing a thick towel down. I expected him to begin.
He had this idea that if I drank a lot I'd be wilder. No need for that. But a couple of glasses of wine do relax you and I told him I wanted him to take ALL of his well lubed fingers and insert them. He gulped and questioned ALL? I said yes. All! The low lighting, house/trance music, candles, leather, his submissive attitude made me HOT! And I wanted MORE beyond the everyday.
We found a sensual place for ourselves and as he slipped into me, covered of course, I smacked his ass several times. He moaned in pleasure. We played beyond his appt. time. Who cared? This was about passion. As it always should be.
Can you tell? I'm aroused thinking about it again.
Life is good. Especially when you are feeling randy and have someone to share it with.
Your VERY Naughty Goddess/Girlfriend,
6/17/2014 - Six Days and Counting
I'm sitting in my upgraded hotel room in THE city. I've been up since 6 and already had a walk, more about that in a bit, breakfast at the hotel, showered, make up, 9am blow out at Jean Paul's Salon at 54th and Lex, a second breakfast with Earl Grey tea and honey and back to the room, awaiting a new friend at noontime.
I'm tired thinking about it. lol
So, I strap on the sneaks and head to Central Park. All kinds of folks walking, running, biking on the absolutely gorgeous morning. It was 72 at 6am. Scorcher this afternoon unfortunately,
I just get in the park and I see this one dude, regular clothes, carrying a big bag. He spies me and next I know he's following me. I stop, he keeps walking, I look around, look back over my shoulder and he's watching me.
Back out of the park I head. Geez Louise, can't one feel safe anywhere? I headed over and down 5th and back to my hotel to get the first breakfast. I'm not a pig. It was a hard boiled egg and a banana. The second one was tea and a little croissant.
The city is dirty I'm sorry to say. When I first started touring here Guiliani was Mayor and it was clean. Everywhere. Now it's looking shabby. I hate that one of the greatest cities in the world is looking like this. I was never impressed with Bloomberg and I'm really not impressed with this new Mayor. But I don't have to live here.
In fact, I think I'm probably going to cut this tour a day shorter. My pre-bookings started disappearing on my drive down. Last trip the phone was ringing off the hook. You just never know. And with biz good at home and the overhead to work in NYC guess where I'd rather be.
One observation; the folks that live and work here are slim. The tourists that are American are fat. The tourists from other countries mostly slimmer. One could sit on a bench here and people watch all day long.
Lest you think I'm in a negative mood, I visited an old friend at his private club yesterday afternoon. Yowzah! If all men at 59 looked like, were built and equipped and as HOT as he is I'd be thinking about settling down.
In all fairness, he's one of those exceptional human beings on the face of the earth. I'm just fortunate that he prefers two kinds of women. Very young...early twenties and older like me. Not the in between.
I said to him, "Can you find one just like you for me?" lol He laughed. I was smiling as I left.
My 9pm showed up late and creepy. I'd gotten bad vibes all day long and while verified, I should have nipped it in the bud. I asked him to leave the donation in the bathroom as he used it.
I had a feeling....
He came out and told me he'd "forgotten" to go to the ATM. Yeah, sure. Phone calls all day long. Requests to buy a bottle of wine for him. I refused. And you show up with no donation. I booted him out. From now on, if my intuition has the slightest twinge I'm cutting the interest off. It's never been wrong and the older I get it's more accurate.
Okay....last week. It was killer. Great folks, great biz, lots done in the new place and the frosting on the cake was the visit to a World Renown BD/sm retreat in the Alps on Saturday afternoon. That's a part of the Berkshires in NY State.
I'd been invited by the Master to one of their monthly soirees. Lauren's S O had heard of it years ago and he commented in our email exchange that he'd heard it was pretty hard core. Well, I was going to find out.
It is so isolated that my GPS had me going to wrong way. I went back to the Master's directions and got myself turned around. I found the mailbox and in the middle of nowhere saw a line of cars parked along the edge of his driveway. This must be the place.
It's a modest home on a gorgeous piece of property. But the welcome was warm and rich. I was introduced to the other guests and one by one met the slaves. 2 male, 4 female. All naked and collared.
I sat in the living room and the other dominas and masters and I got acquainted. Soon Master R appeared and I thanked him again for the invite. I was honest about my role in this world. I'm not a domina. And I'm certainly not a submissive. But much of what I do deals with aspects of the Fetish world and sensual domination. Here, I could be myself. Accepted and not judged.
We all chatted casually. Brilliant people all the way around. Slaves and dominants alike. All the while watching the birds at the feeders outside the world.
It cracked me up to have a world class mistress telling me that the little bird at the feeder was a cowbird. Matter of factly. The great misconception is that people in this world are not quite ....well, you know. Nothing could be further from the truth. I know how folks feel about what I do and what they think I must be.
It's always been my desire to understand why one person has the heart of a slave and the other the power and desire to control the slave. It's utterly fascinating. They patiently answered my queries and asked more or me. There was certainly mutual respect on all sides.
I've been around aspects of this at Lauren's Goddess Manor for years. She IS a domina. Hands down. But I've never seen the submissive attitude that was so strong here. I've seen some of the submissive trance that folks seem to go into but never like this.
I'm not going to go into great details here out of respect for Master R and his guests. We had dinner and during that time someone remarked, "LOOK!" Right out the living room window a big Black Bear was lumbering not 10 feet from the door. Beautiful, shiny black coat. But we were all thankful he couldn't find his way into the dinner party.
Later, after various whip handling demonstrations, one on a slave that left marks, everyone changed into Night attire. The leather and fetish gear was donned all around. Me still in a long black dress that was cut almost down to my navel that laced up the front. Shades of Elvira. And a pair of 5' stilettos. We walked downstairs to the dungeon. The most fully equipped dungeon I've ever seen.
Again, no great details but I will relate the one young male slave was tied to a post. Ropes wrapping his now raging hard on. Then saran wrapped and caution taped on top of the ropes. He was a beautiful virgin and I will admit I was aroused.
Other floggings were going on around me and it was fascinating to see how the slaves took the pain. And how the mistresses and masters handled the slaves. Always, safety was observed but there's no kidding anyway, there was LOTS of pain.
Would I go there? I don't think so. Nither as a domina/mistress and certainly not as a submissive. But I did learn a few techniques that I can incorporate into my sensual domination.
So.........watch out those of you who have asked me for this.
I left around 11pm. I had an early morning visit at Chez Anneke North the next morning. A offering to return anytime was given and I said goodbye to all with hugs and thanks. Yes, doms hug.
I have to say it was one of the most fascinating and enlightening evenings I've spent in years. One is never too old to learn and experience new things. And I've made some new friends who are like minded.
Life is good. I'll sign off.....a friend is on the way.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend in Manhattan,
PS....six days until the big move.
6/09/2014 - Life Without Television
I'm at the new digs this evening. Overnight. No TV yet. The Northern Chez Anneke has no air. I didn't bother to have the landlord put the window unit in. Since it's rainy and sticky it's not comfortable up there. Plus my surroundings are so pleasant that I don't want to make the trek north tonight.
I'll head up early in the morning. Opposite the traffic all heading south to their jobs with the State of NY and corporations in the tri-cities. Remember, Albany IS the Capitsl of NY State, regardless of what THE city thinks.
Yesterday was dark. By choice. I was plumb worn out. The good news is that while I'm not heading to the gym all the lugging and lifting and being on my feet has dropped the weight on the scale and added to the muscles. Plus the testosterone implant does that too. I can feel my libido winding up even more again with the new implant and my nipples are super sensitive with the estrogen. I love this!
Today, a past inquirer called again and wanted a visit to him. 60 miles away. He thought about it and drove to me. Oh my! When I opened the door I drooled. I asked, "So you like older women"? Oh yes, was his reply and off to the races we went.
Lake Anneke went through 2 towels. I'm going to have to start putting pads under the sheets. lol That's the hormones too. Nuff said.
But before all of this fun, Saturday I went yard/garage sale hunting on the way back north. The little city north has fabulous sales and I wanted a break from lugging and lifting. The first place I stopped was right across the street from my landlord's home. I snapped up two wall scones, French style, that were oil lamps too. And a darling little wooden bamboo chair.
Next stop, there sat a solid cherry table and six chairs for $100. I could envision them all Frenched up as the finish had taken a beating. I've been shopping online. We're talking minimum 1500-1800 for non-hardwood. I paid the guy and he was happy to deliver them the next day.
I love a bargain that suits my needs. I have a real dining room in the new place. Perfect.
I'd already had a friend visit that morning so Saturday night was chill out South. I headed to the new Chez Anneke, unloaded and realized the Belmont would be on soon. So I called a close by upscale restaurant to ask if they would be showing the race. Yes!
I changed into a sexy maxi dress and headed over. A martini and some of the best Calamari I've ever had while I watched the disappointing finish. I think most of us were hoping for a Triple Crown winner. My bud in NYC attended and bet 200 on the winner. What a payoff!
Home South I crashed early. I headed North Sunday morning.. Laundry, packing, hanging around hoping the table/chairs would arrive. When they didn't I headed south......again. It's 30 miles each way.
Lunch firat and I'd just ordered 2 dozen steamed clams and a draft Stella at Ralph's Tavern when the phone rang. Yes, you guessed it. He wanted to deliver the table. We worked it out that he would drop it in the back yard and come back later to help me get the table in the back door.
I fired up my little Weber and cooked a grass fed filet mignon, dining on my patio table, overlooking our lake and fountain. It was a glorious day. I'd already painted the little chair and the sconces gold. (Hey, I like gaudy stuff)!
Then I headed North again. I know I'm making you dizzy. Finally he showed up with a chick. He's in his late forties, cute/buffed and she was 20's. She immediately began surveiling my place, oohing and aahing over the place. Then she headed in my bedroom and spied my 5" Cheetah platform stilettos. "Can I try them on"? Oh boy....whack job.
But he and she had helped me bring the table in so shots all around of Ketel One. Then he spied my bistro table. I said,"it's for sale". So basically we swapped dollars and I have one less dining set to move.
They left and I has a feeling that just maybe he was going to get lucky. When I saw him this morning for his pickup of my table I asked him if he had hired here to work for him. I said, "she's nuts you know". He said, "I know", but we both agreed she was fun.
I can't help but wonder where we all would have wound up with a couple more rounds of Vodka? She said she had to leave but I had a feeling........
Today after Mr. Hottie left I scored the big one. I found a new fabulous hair stylist. She's young and just as crazy as I am and doesn't usually works Mondays. She said to me, "It was meant to be", and I believe it.
Bring it on. Life is over the top good!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
PS...the playroom is SO hot it should be licensed!
6/06/2014 - Settling In Swimmingly
There's a double intention in that heading. Yes, Lake Anneke has been overflowing all week at the Chez Anneke South mostly. And Chez Anneke north.
A returning hottie helped me christen the playroom and the new king sized bed Tuesday. He didn't believe me when I told him he was the first. But finally I convinced him. Thankfully I had two towels under me. I don't want to wreck the new mattress all ready.
Things are going exceedingly well. Folks who just couldn't or wouldn't make the drive to Chez Anneke North have been stopping by. It's Friday evening, I've had a hot bath, glass of wine on the tub side table, jazz on the stereo and waiting on a regular of Sara's. It will be OUR first time so I'm expecting lots of fun.
My sis and I swapped cars. She has a big van so last weekend my son helped me and I've been driving up and down the Northway bringing stuff down by myself all week. Tonight we swap cars.
Yes, my back is a bit sore from all the lifting and lugging but the place is shaping up so beautifully that I don't want to slow down. But last evening I did.
I drove North, stopping for a bottle of Ketel One at my fav store. My aching body needed more than Aleve. Almost home, the phone rang. An old friend wanted to stop by. He'd be there in an hour.
Just enough time for a martini to loosen up those sore muscles!
He's a very kinky boy who loves verbalizing his fantasies. One of these days we're going to find the other person or two to fulfill them. In the meantime, we managed a few on our own.
A late dinner after he left and then beddy bye. My memory foam mattress was calling. While I love the new king sized one it's not memory foam. We've had enough experience with that to know that while it's wonderful for sleeping it's not conducive to romps. They kind of swallow you up and make it hard to........well, you know.
I'll have to stay south tonight. I had a glass of wine with my new friend and the State Troopers are out in force on I-87, affectionately known as the Northway.
Americaid, bike week in Lake George, is going full swing and it's also the Jazz Festival at SPAC. Saratoga and north are jumping this weekend. So LE is out.
And they've been calling this week too. I knew as soon as I put my Chez Anneke South location up on BP they'd be trying. So screening is ramped up. No name....no playtime. No info....no playtime. It's that simple. The BP guys and others are just going to have to comply. Albany County is tough.
I love the new place and wish I hadn't scheduled the movers for all the furniture until the 27th. I've already moved in mentally. I'm going to call them Monday and see if they'd like to do it sooner if they have a cancellation and the time. If not, I'll just have to be patient. GRRRR! Patience is not my middle name.
Hard work is good for the body, mind and spirit. Having a goal and accomplishing it is a wonderful thing. I am feeling very grateful and fulfilled. Life is good.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
5/31/2014 - Up To My Eyeballs in Boxes
It's been an absolutely perfect day here in Upstate NY. Close to 70, sunny and dry. A great day to be hauling stuff back and forth to the new digs.
But before I continue, the rest of my time in Florida was fabulous. I elected not to work. Mostly. Just two romps. I spent most of my time with friends and relaxing. It was almost a real vacation. One I've not had for a very long while. Every other time I've gone away I've always hung up the Love for Sale sign. This was time for me and mine. I didn't realize how much I needed it. Lesson for the future tucked away. I've already booked December 19-26 for a return visit. Yes! Christmas in paradise.
I'd flown back from Tampa, arriving home late Wednesday evening to find........no taxi. And no record of my pre-payment. Great....grrrr! After several calls to the taxi company one finally turned around with another same city as I bound passenger. I'll not use that taxi company again.
Yes!! I received the keys yesterday. And the fun began. I've been eagerly awaiting this day.
I brought a car full of "stuff" down and the phone rang. A new friend wanted to meet. I screened him when I returned home and he arrived around 2:30pm. He had told me he likes to "dress".
He arrived as a he and changed into a sexy, hot mama. Makeup, wig, sexy dress and 6' platform heels. With some extra equipment. Very hot!! Now I'm looking for a male partner for a hot threesome. He is Bi. I love being in the middle of that kind of scenario. Surprised? Interested?
I couldn't manage another visit. Our times didn't jive so I scheduled a playtime for 8am this morning. Mind you, we haven't met yet. He keeps cancelling last minute.
But I asked him to let me know if anything changed as I was setting the alarm for 6am. No worries. Early to bed makes one ready for a nooner but sooner.
Except at 2am I was awakened to the sounds of loud music and laughter above me. I've been putting up with two young gals above me for months. There are hard wood floors in this old building and walking on them with your shoes on is like pounding on a drum.
I always take my shoes off when I come in my door. The only time I wear them is when friends visit. Fortunately it's not late at night when the folks below me are trying to sleep.
Unfortunately, my childish neighbors above have no thought of consideration. And it kept getting louder and louder. We have a clause in all our leases, "quiet after 10pm and before 9am." They have never abided by it, running down the stairs at midnight to go out clubbing. Running in at all hours when they return.
Finally, I put on my robe, walked up the stairs and pounded on their door. I asked them to crank it down. Some of us were trying to sleep. They turned the stereo down and continued the party. So, I've been up since 2 am. I wasn't going to need to set the alarm for Mr. 8am.
At 5:34 an email. "I'm not going to make 8am." Oh well, I was up. It'd already had breakfast at Denny's and was on my way to Walmart. Who knew there was so much going on that early in the morning.
Finally my eyes said enough and I laid down at 7:45 am with the alarm set for 8:30. Another visitor was heading my way at 9:30. I got my nooner but sooner. I'd anticipated Lake Anneke so two towels kept the damn from overflowing and ruining my bed.
I'd loaded the car at 4am so at 11:30 I hopped in and drove down to the new place. I unloaded and then hopped back in and drove to Kingston to pick up my Son and traded cars with my Sis. She has a nice sized van.
A long drive back, stopping for dinner at P.F. Chang's at the Colonie Center Mall. I'd heard we were getting a Whole Foods and I squealed with delight to see that it was going to be there.
My son snoozed on the way North. Me, barely keeping my eyes open. I am fried and we have a big day tomorrow. We've already loaded the van and will head down in the morning. The new King Size bed is arriving tomorrow afternoon.
Chez Anneke South is open for biz on Monday. LOL
Hey, no one ever said I was not industrious. I can't wait to christen the new playroom Monday night.
Life is good. Cum see me at either Chez Anneke North or South this month.
Manhattan June 16-19.
Smiles and Soft Kisses,
PS...I wrote this last night but forgot to submit it. It's another gorgeous day and I can't wait to get it started!
5/24/2014 - Naked Fun and Countdown to the Move
I'm in Tampa, at the nudie resort. PS..it's NOT a colony. In my mind, those places have people with hairy armpits and Birkenstocks. This is anything but that.
It's 84, party sunny and the humidity is climbing. Hey, it's summer in Florida even though the Northeast has barely warmed up.
Not a lot to tell. I've been boring so far. Just hanging in the sun, naked, with friends. No " biz friends" have visited so far. After all, this is the land of fruit and nuts. My first scheduled visit was a no show/no call. The rest of the calls disrespectful, last minute, late night newbies or you know who asking inappropriate questions. Since I want to enjoy this Memorial Day respite I'm declining.
My condo is a lovely 800 plus one bedroom so I can cook. In fact, I had Ron and Kerry over last evening for wine and nibbles. It is always great to catch up on our lives. I'm joining them for dinner Sunday evening along with Frank the hunk and his Significant Other.
I wandered down to the club last night after Ron and Kerry left but while busy, not enticing. I turned around and went back to my comfortable abode.
I hope I'll do a little "biz" but I'm not stressing about it since I'm being even more particular this trip. I'd rather hang with friends and rest up for the beginning of the big move next Sunday. I can't hardly wait and I know I'd be chomping at the bit, impatient to get on with all this if I were home. I'd also be busy being naughty. Amazing isn't it?
Too many girls down here. Too many fly by night guys. Too bad.
It makes me appreciate home all the more although this is my second home. Maybe someday, it will be my first and only but that's a ways away yet if ever. You make your plans (as you should) but life has a way of happening, making detours from your intended destination.
That's fine. It makes life more exciting. And good!
Enjoy this weekend of friendship, families and gratitude to those who have fought and died to keep us free. This is the 70th anniversary of D Day this year folks. Our President is making the trip to Normandy American to honor those who have passed. It's a big deal as it should be. Let us never forget the sacrifices our soldiers have made.
Love and Hugs,
PS...you KNOW you'll hear if I'm very naughty.
5/16/2014 - Tulips and the Full Moon
Hello My Darling Boys,
Have you wondered why folks have been weird and aggressive this week? Or you were?
I felt it coming over me the beginning of the week. Anxious, short tempered, out of sorts. Then I noticed some of those I met in Syracuse were off the wall. One was shades of that one who lost his mind in Tampa. No show/no calls, here at home and in Syracuse.
I texted my Sis and observed I thought the stars are out of alignment. Then I went to my horoscope. Yep, a full moon and in Scorpio. It was going to be that kind of week. Thankfully things are settling down and it's probably a good thing that it's quieter today.
But in all cases, I had an inkling from my intuition. Especially the no show who called me on my return from Syracuse. He even called me to tell me he was on his way. When he hadn't shown up an hour later, I knew for sure. But just to stick it to him, I called. He had stopped at the store for gas, he was on the way. Right, I thought, and pigs can fly.
You know, I don't look like this rolling out of bed in the morning. It takes work and time to be a Goddess. :-) And to get my place all ready for seduction. Thankfully, I don't let it upset me as it used to years ago when someone pulls that stuff.
Why someone's mind works that way I don't understand. It's all about power and control. They think they have both when they do that to providers. Or to anyone for that matter. What they don't realize is they have added a whole lot of bad energy and karma for themselves in the universe.
I had a couple of moments early in the week where I thought MY head was going to blow off. I let out a couple of yells and expletives where no one could hear them. I felt better. Today I got back to the gym for cardio and a good weight session. I'm okay and feeling good.
Especially after a trip down to Washington Park to see the tulips again this late morning. They were not in full bloom last week. Since a huge rain front is coming in tonight I knew this might be the last chance before they were destroyed. Shades of my Dutch heritage. It pulls at me all the time. They were breath taking today. I hope the city never ends The Tulip Festival. It's something special and unique.
The city of Albany is a mixed bag. Huge sections around the state capital are ghetto. The beautiful downtown is a memory but there's the Mall. The monument to Nelson Rockefeller that was built in the sixties. Rocky's Folly they called it.
Whole neighborhoods were razed to make way for this glorious state government center. That took away the folks who lived and shopped downtown. All that was left was state workers who wanted to go home to the suburbs after work. Not shop in a dying downtown. And so the story goes in many Northeast cities.
Then there are vibrant and trendy pockets in Albany. Lark Street with it's quirky cafes, shops and bars. Madison Avenue. Delaware Avenue is coming back. Washington Park and all the beautiful old brownstones. And street crime at night unfortunately.
I grew up here and it's sad to see Albany and especially Schenectady struggling. Although I do see some affluence returning to the western sections of Albany near where I'll be.
The nanotechnology center at SUNY Albany has been a big factor. SUNY Albany and the many colleges in the Capital District have always been a wealth of culture for the area.There's SUNY Albany, Maria College, Russell Sage, St. Rose, Siena, RPI, Union and all the community colleges. Now some of their athletics are garnering national attention too. It will all be new territory for me to explore. Plus there are great little museums and concerts everywhere.
I've already found a great Japanese Steakhouse and Sushi bar close to the new digs. A cool French restaurant and an excellent Spanish restaurant are close too. Albany has a rich Italian heritage so great Italian cuisine is not hard to find. The Albany Symphony has always been a gem. A Saratoga is just a 30 minute hop back up the Northway.
So while I'm leaving the "in, affluent" place north of the Capital District I won't be far from my haunts these last two years. NYC and Boston will be closer. The airport too.
I'm heading to the nudie resort in Florida next Thursday the 22nd, returning the 28th. I'm looking forward to touching up my all over tan, seeing my hair stylist, getting my sexiness implant and playing with friends. Memorial Day is a big event so lots of folks will be there for lots of naughtiness. One of my playmates has already called to make sure we can play.
Then it's back home and "begin the move" time. I can't wait!
The "grand opening" for my new digs is July 7th. Oh, I'll be ready June 2 but my life coach says that date is auspicious. Pre-booking recommended for the festivities.
Life is so good isn't it?
Love and Hugs,
5/11/2014 - Alert for Chicago
If you are traveling to downtown Chicago or live in metropolitan Chicago be aware it's dangerous right now.
You know who has "staff" and high definition cameras set up on the floors of several upscale hotels downtown. This is NOT a rumor.
Be careful. If a well reviewed, legitimate girl asks for extra information for screening, comply. Everyone is concerned.
5/10/2014 - Tulip Time Finally Spring and Syracuse Next Week
It was 86 today. After a mostly gray, drizzly, and cooler week here in Upstate NY this was welcome. I've been freezing my buns off since I came home from Florida. Now my hair is frizzing.
I know...you can never please us.
I am moving forward with my relocation plans. My little brain cells are buzzing with redecorating ideas. It's exciting despite all the work that will be ahead of me. Fortunately, I'll have help.
Very busy week. I didn't even leave my place yesterday. That's a good thing. So today's quiet was welcome. Although the last minute guys called, I was having none of that. And the guys in Syracuse, where I'll be this upcoming week.
While all my ads say "gentle screening and ADVANCE NOTICE" no one reads them.
One just called, wanted to meet in an hour and I didn't know him from Adam's housecat. I'm "busy" tonight as far as he is concerned. The disrespect is a turn off. Let the pimps schedule some time for him. They don't care about respect for their girls. Enough of that.
I've been on a mission for a King Size French style bed. Oh, I found one and it's almost perfect but it's online. And pricey. While I know you are worth every penny I spend to make the boudoir sexy and comfortable I'm not going nuts here. I have a Florida trip the 22nd-28th of May. I want to have fun there. It's looking like a bed frame, no headboard and LOTS of pillows until I save for what I want. NO charging anything!
I'm down 20 pounds and still heading slowly downward. What a difference that makes, flexibility and energy wise. Add those hormones into the mix and I'm a wilder woman these days. :-)
What is interesting is that Trixie and Boom Boom are still about the same size. I don't loose weight in my boobs when I diet. Double :-)'s and still double DD's.
So all is well. Lots of O's, good business, good health and new,sexy digs soon.
Life is good. Enjoy your weekend!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
4/29/2014 - Month of June
Error;...The dates on the move should be during the month of JUNE, not May. If you read the rest of the sentence it will make sense.
So sorry. xxx's
4/29/2014 - I Am Feeling Frisky Read Why
I'm back to "normal", whatever that is for me. AND raring to go. Two days with no nookie is not a good thing for me. But I did get caught up on a few things, even from the couch.
This will be short. I've a lot on my plate today. ;-)
Here's the business plan I alluded to in the last update. It was to move my incall location to the heart of the Capital District. While I adore the little city in which I'm located it's off the beaten path. Luckily, many of you were willing to beat the path. But guys are busy trying to make a living these days and I know there are those in the Capital District who just can't take an extra hour plus to drive up and back to see me. Life is like that these days.
Plus, my lovely Victorian apartment is colder than hell. And traffic wise, I have to be VERY careful. So, like a bolt out of the blue, it finally dawned on me than rather than finding a crappy little studio here to entertain I should find a place that was 1.easy to entertain and 2.centrally located within the Capital District and 3. bigger.
I found all three. The first day out. Of course a little internet searching greatly shortened the time frame. And knowing the area.
During the month of May I'll have TWO venues to chose from for your recreational needs. The current one and the new one. The important stuff will be in the new one by June 3rd. So until the end of June you have a choice of locations.
I've already purchased a king size bed for the playroom. Yep, that's what I call it. And that's what it will be. And it won't have a Memory Foam mattress. For those who know what I'm talking about and why I say that....have a little chuckle.
I LOVE my queen sized Memory Foam mattress.......for sleeping. With the heated mattress pad I'm moaning with pleasure when I slip between the sheets at night in my frozen bedroom in the winter. Now my bedroom nor my apartment will no longer be frozen.
And I'll have a cozy fire going in the living room during the cooler months. Talk about sexy!
It's going to be hectic and fun these next couple of months but I am SO excited to share this with you.
Life is good! Here's to many romps in the new abode.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
PS...where? Think close to I-87/I-90 intersection.
4/27/2014 - Lost Weekend
I hope you all have had a lovely weekend. I've spent most of mine on the couch. I've had a case of the yuks. While the phone has been busily ringing I don't feel right about seeing anyone when I'm not up to snuff.
Hopefully, tomorrow, things will be back to normal. And isn't that the way life is? Everything is going along swimmingly and the rug gets pulled out from under you.
I had a fabulous week until that point. Easter Sunday service, drive to share dinner with my Sis and family and stayed the night. Great fun.
Busy Upstate and feeling fabulous. I'm working on some changes in how I operate my business but they are positive. I drove back from my Sister's Monday morning and met with my life coach to discuss them. I'd already conferred with family and friends.
In the past, I've always made spontaneous decisions, based on emotions. This last year or so I've taken the time to do my homework and research before I jump in with both feet. As my plans progress I'll fill you in. I'm not where I can share yet. NO...I'm not retiring! Just the opposite.
My life coach and I had a great time together and she confirmed my thoughts and desires and added her spin. Sis has been in on this and she's in agreement. Client friends too. Fingers crossed!
I had lunch after our appointment at my favorite Sushi place in Latham. The phone rang. An old friend wanted to reunite. The timing was good so I headed home. I was IN the mood big time. It's always a delight to have old friends return.
That evening I received a text from a gent who had previously contacted me from NYC. I wasn't there at the time and the same was true again. But he called and we decided that I would take Amtrak down the next day. I offered my donation requirement and he concurred.
I can catch Amtrak from where I live but instead, drove to Rensselaer. It's really a stress free way to get to the city. When you add up the cost of tolls, gas, parking in NYC and aggravation Amtrak is a relaxing and cost effective way to get there.
I hadn't had time to get to the gym so I walked from Penn Station to his hotel in Hell's Kitchen. It was a warm day and I'd worked up a sweat.
We met in the lobby and I smiled to myself. Gorgeous, younger executive. And an Anneke film fan. A quick hug and kiss and I hopped in the shower. I wanted to be sweet for this hottie.
After, we caught a cab to Tribecca and had a leisurely dinner at a tiny Italian restaurant. Excellent freshly prepared food and great company. A cab back to Penn Station and he walked me to the ticket window. I'd made a fixed return reservation and he wanted to make sure I could swap that out for an earlier time. No worries and we kissed goodbye. I was home by midnight.
The rest of the week I was blessed with some exceptional adventures with some gorgeous and well equipped gents. One very young man and I ended our time together with a long pillow talk. He was 22 but an old soul. No, "hey" stuff or the "let's hang out" nonsense that I get from the text generation. He could write and speak in articulate and complete sentences. Rare these days and it restored my faith that this next generation coming up don't all have their noses in their cell phones.
I will NOT make text appointments with people I don't know. Call me old school but it's too impersonal. The voice says it all.
So I'm taking it easy this weekend. One old friend yesterday morning before I got feeling yukky. I've been burning the candle at both ends so I think my body said.....enough, you're not a spring chicken any more kiddo.
And I've listened. I've camped out on the couch and watched Sahara with Michael Palin on PBS this afternoon after Sunday Morning. I'm feeling better so I think a little "ride" is coming on me. I promise, not far and I'll take it easy.
Tonight is Call the Midwife, Game of Thrones and the Blechley Circle. Notice I stuck something racy in the middle. LOVE Game of Thrones. As a huge Tolkien fan I love the fantasy genre. What a naughty, nasty bunch of folks they are. And I'm not the only one who thinks so. Lots of you are watching it.
I thought True Blood finished last season but the final one starts in June. Since I've read all the books I've been discouraged since the beginning at how far the story line strayed from Charlene Harris's. Oh well, it's still very naughty and nasty and preposterous.
For those of you in Tampa, if you haven't looked at my calendar, I'll be back May 22-28. Hormone implants, hair stylist and Memorial Day fun at the nudist resort. Can't wait!
I'll have some answers to my business plans this week and I'll share as soon as I can. In the meantime, life is good. Even on the couch!
Love and Hugs,
PS...my finger is healing properly. Still lightly bandaged but doing well.
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