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
Happy Sunday Morning!
It's beautiful today. I left my blinds open last night when I finally called it quits so the sun greeted me as I awakened this morning. It's 54 and sunny. 70 is our predicted high for the day. That's warm enough to get a little tan by the pool. Which I intend to do after a little walk and some errands.
I had a delightful afternoon yesterday of retail therapy and lunch. I drove down to the Citrus Park Mall area to poke around their stores. Olive Garden for lunch. I love their salad and spaghetti with meat sauce. Hey, I'm not a food snob. Plus it's a deal with leftovers for another meal. With this tiny kitchen that means a lot.
It was a drizzly afternoon. A bit chilly and very overcast. On my way back I'd had a text from someone who wanted to see me that evening. I asked him to call. I do not make text appts unless we've met before and even then I prefer you call. It's too damn impersonal.
So he called. He was driving through Georgia on his way to Tampa from Illinois. Could he have 4 hours and take me to dinner. He said he was a long time fan. While we making the final arrangements I asked, "so where are you now?" He answered, "I'm still in Georgia." Mind you, it's 2:30 in the afternoon and he says he's arriving at 6-7 o'clock. I told him I didn't see how he could possibly make it by that time and WHERE exactly was he in Georgia?
He hung up. A time waster who was getting his jollies talking to the adult film fantasy. He must not have much of a life. Later, I texted him and said, "I'll never understand why you do something like this, lalala." I know, waste of time, but it made me feel better to have the last word. Typical Leo.
My tonight with Mr. Hottie called and cancelled. At least he called. I will give him a gold star for that. But.....remember what I said yesterday?
So I called my driver friend to let him know.
I have a whole day at the pool and hanging out here. Unless someone pops up. Pun intended.
Anyway, I neglected to mention that I'm planning my return itinerary. Yes, these things do have to be thought of and done well in advance. Because I am returning to Daytona for one night of Bike Week. My friend Wild West Kelly and I will head downtown to see if we can get into any trouble and to drool at the rich, good looking pretend bikers. Call her if you are ever in Daytona. She is SO much fun!
Then the biggie. An item on my bucket list. The second biggest party in the US for St. Patrick's Day is in Savannah, GA. Did you know that 300,000 folks will join me? Yes, the hotel is outrageous but it's downtown and I can use my points for the stay. That's why I save them. For those big ticket rates.
I'll head from Daytona to Savannah and plan on partying my a-- off. Savannah is fun anytime so I'm expecting this will be a blast.
Then on to sedate Charlotte and perhaps Greensboro/High Point. I've already booked DC and Manhattan is planned. Not booked yet. Foxwoods for one night and then home. While that's several weeks away it will be here before I know it so I'm planning on enjoying each and every day before I have to leave Florida.
After a little fake nap yesterday I headed back to the outdoor bar. The Olympics were on and it was quiet. A rainy day does that here. Back home for a bit but I decided I needed to headed to the Club that night. No Saturday night watching TV here. I can do that at home.
It was jumping. My cute gal bartender remembered my drink from the night before. New friends surrounded me and I met a good looking couple from Colorado. They are new to the Lifestyle so I traded some advice. It's not always the easiest thing to handle, watching your life partner getting turned on by someone else. If you don't communicate and you aren't secure it can cause lots of problems. They honestly shared some of those little problems. I think they'll be fine.
Evening ending I headed out to the Jacuzzi. I was the first one in, followed immediately by an older guy. If you put your toes in the late night waters, hope springs eternal for men. It's a signal that you might be "available." I was not. At least not for him. But we yakked away about life and he made sure to let me know his wife was up North. No matter. Not interested.
More folks were heading in and I could see a party was about to start. I was not in the mood for water frolicking but I wished them all well. Have fun!
Just home, make up off, teeth brushed, naked, I heard a knock on my door. It was late but I knew who it was. I'd run into one of the husband lending library at the club. He and his wife are in my same building and she likes me. Happily sending him off to me when she's tired.
We kissed and I lit the candles and turned on the red lights. Immediately, he spread my legs and dived in. She's an even bigger squirter than I am so he knows exactly what to do. And he was rewarded. Trading places we had ourselves a big time. He never runs out the door so after a little pillow talk and his dozing off I sent him home. Staying overnight is not allowed. By her or I.
Replete after a wonderful evening, it was light's out for me. I can't think of a better ending to the day than a romp with a dear and trusted lover.
Life is good!
Love and Hugs,
2/08/2014 - CHOICES 10 Degrees or 59
It's Saturday morning. I'm having my usual cup or two of coffee and updating this. It's 59, foggy and drizzling. The good news is I could be home where it's 10 and another snow storm heads in tomorrow. Here it will be in the 70's and sunny. A pool day. Let's see....which would you choose? It's a no brainer to me.
With those statistics in mind it wasn't difficult to extend my stay to March 15. I was able to rebook my same accommodations so I won't have to pack up and unpack. While these digs won't win the décor of the year award the bed is comfortable and king sized. There's a walk in closet, lovely screened in patio overlooking a little pond and fountain and a nice tub in the bathroom. I have a tiny kitchenette that has proved to be adequate with the addition of a hot plate and a George Forman grill.
I didn't head south to win any culinary contests anyway. True to my designer's eye, I rearranged things, added my lighting and candles. With Pandora on the computer it's a sensual and cozy retreat. Compared to my tiny bedroom at home, huge. So I am not complaining. But I've already redecorated it in my mind a hundred times. Hey, I can't help it.
It's my goal to wind up back here. I know just what I want and how to get it. With a end game planned I have to work hard the next couple of years and save, save, save. It's doable and that's a good thing. Hope is a positive element in anyone's life. Plus, I see the redesign business flourishing here, more so than Upstate NY. And I have the network already in place. All good.
In the meantime, I'll be loving beautiful, historic, classy Upstate NY in the warmer weather and most certainly during racing season. I'd be NUTS to give that up and while I'm a little whacky I am not crazy. To my mind it's the best of both worlds.
What have I been up to this week? Entertaining my friends. I am as busy as I want to be. And I've changed the way I do things. For my evening outcalls I now have a driver. He's a dear friend and it's a help to each of us. And...I think it's a good thing that those who I'm visiting know I have someone watching my back.
While I screen always sometimes unexpected things happen. As they did Monday evening after I put my Arizona friend on his plane home. I had an outcall to Tampa. I'd been to the hotel in past years so I knew the drill. He was a little aggressive in saying what he wanted in his voice mail confirmation but he was a hobbyist. I figured I could probably handle him okay.
As soon as I walked in the door, he told me he wanted to do a role play. Fine by me. He was interviewing for a personal assistant job. Honestly, I don't know what came over me but I suddenly became the aggressor. I said, "You certainly are not dressed for an interview, in shorts and a t-shirt." He replied, "well, I considered that this will be casual." Still in the role, "and you assumed interviewing for a job with me would be casual? You were so wrong."
I described what I wanted in an assistant and he turned to me and called me a whore and a bitch. And slapped me on the ass. I looked and him and said "who do you think you are?" and threw him on the bed and wailed the tar out of HIS butt. And told him if he hit me again I was out the door.
I was outraged. And I asked him where he'd ever seen that I was a submissive? The role was over he said. And I spent the next hour in warfare with a verbally abusive, demanding, lost his mind man. But he got it right back. Again, SO not me. While I'm no submissive those who know me know I'm a pleaser. Big difference.
At the end, he went into the bathroom to clean up saying that after, he became shy. When he came out I told him I wanted to explain why I acted the way I did. I told him, "you frightened me. I thought you were going to hurt me." He apologized and said, he never would hurt a woman but that he got riled up when he was aroused. He admitted he was a switch but mostly dom. I said, "you are confused is what you are. And you should let someone know this ahead of time." I said it had been a battle and he said I'd won. That did not make me feel better for having had to act like that.
I left short of the two hours per his desire. The maniac had disappeared and the normal man had appeared. So why did I relate this? Because some of you need to realize you lose your minds in arousal. And it's not always a pretty sight. And if you are going to engage in ANY BD/sm there are rules. It's a different game. You always discuss the boundaries ahead of time. You don't spring them on someone when they walk in the door.
The next day, when I discussed the evening with my Arizona friend, he was alarmed. The Sunday before we had cast a circle, performed a Wiccan ceremony,(as he is one) and he had also cast a protection spell for me. It dawned on me, THIS is why I'd acted as I had. Something deep inside of me reacted instinctively to protect myself. While I am not of that faith, I respect his. It had worked.
I hadn't taken my driver with me that night. From now on, I will. It's worth the expense for peace of mind. And it was a lesson learned for me. I should have clarified his attitude after his voice message. My gut hadn't liked it but I told myself, it will be fine. He's a hobbyist who knows the drill. The problem is, when you lose your mind, the drill goes out the window.
If you haven't ever realized this, my profession is a dangerous one. Or it can be. Thankfully, it rarely ever has been. And I'm doubly thankful I'm a tall, strong, commanding woman. Still, I could run into a taller, stronger, abuser some day. So,
I'm amping up the screening and relying on my intuition even more. It's never been wrong.
The rest of the week has been fun. I had a delightful dinner date Wednesday evening with an old friend. My driver decided not to drive back home and was waiting for our naughty dessert time to end. My partner asked if I'd stay the night. We were having so much fun I said yes. I called my driver and he headed home. I cabbed it back the next morning. Feeling a little foolish walking out the hotel lobby in a strapless red dress and stilettos. But I didn't have any problems getting a taxi.
Thursday evening, one hunk drove all the way from the Orlando airport. Gorgeous, professional, 38, single and wanted to please. See........karma does even things out. I'm supposed to meet another one who says he is also, Sunday evening. When they brag about how good looking there are 1. they usually don't follow through or 2. they aren't. We'll see. I reminded my driver friend that things could not materialize. He replied, "I know."
Last evening, after another trip out, we stopped in the club for cocktails. It was fun watching folks and catching up on the latest dance music videos. I'd missed this. I couldn't dance in the high heels. The ankle is much stronger but it can't handle that yet. Still, I had them on and it's progress.
Life is good! And I'm very happy to be here.
I'm feeling the need for a little retail therapy today.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
2/03/2014 - Just Another Weekend in Paradise
Did you think I forgot about you? No way! It's been a busy past week of traveling, settling in, adapting my new digs and a weekend house guest.
It was a beautiful trip up from Naples last Tuesday. 80, sunny, perfect Florida weather. I arrived at the resort around 3pm. I had made the mistake of putting up a BP ad. My accommodations needed some sprucing up, I needed to unpack and shop for supplies and wind down. I just couldn't accommodate the requests.
These days if you can't be accommodating ON THE SPOT you never hear from them again. Sigh.....so much has changed about this business. But I promise, I won't get on that band wagon again.
I unloaded the car with the help of my dear old neighbor, unpacked, changed some things around and went over to the club around 5:30 for $1 taco night. I walked right in to old friends and it felt great. I'd just worn my Drake hotel terry robe so I could hop into the Jacuzzi after my meal. No friends visiting that evening, so NCIS, a couple more shows and lights out.
The next day I had a nice, brisk walk I did some more shopping at my fav store Steinmart. It was overcast and a little drizzly and 55. Way better than the -1 home.
I'd had calls but some thought 25 miles was too far for fun and I wasn't ready to entertain the other last minute requests. Oh well.
Thursday was still chilly but now we had a monsoon. Pouring rain most of the day but I had appt. requests to field, stuff to do and I was still grateful it wasn't below freezing. One old friend from years past made the drive from Sarasota for a little playtime.
It's all in your perspective when it comes to weather isn't it? Plus my friend from Arizona was coming for the weekend on Friday and I wanted things to be right for his visit.
Thursday evening I met my neighbor friend at the outdoor bar for drinks and pizza. We solve the problems of the world and he listens to all my nonsense. That's a good friend.
My new friend from Arizona was arriving late Friday afternoon. Thankfully the weather had started to warm up and he arrived to a bit of sunshine. Dinner at a local Italian restaurant and a long, slow time of naughtiness. We crashed together in each other's arms.
Saturday was breakfast out, sun time and stocking up on supplies for a little ceremony he wanted to conduct Sunday evening. My neighbor friend drove us to my fav restaurant in Tampa, Donatello's, so we could have cocktails. Florida's DUI laws are brutal!
Fabulous Northern Italian cuisines, gorgeous, attentive waiters and a kick ass jazz trio. We tumbled into the back seat after dinner to pretend to make out like teenagers but it was too cramped/ We laughed at the absurdity all the way home. My neighbor patiently drove and laughed along with us. A little fun time and then off to sleep.
Sunday he finished his ceremony preparations and I drove him down for lunch at Bahama Breeze. My resort is not on the ocean so I wanted him to get the feel for Tampa Bay. After a lunch of Stone Crabs, a Caesar salad, Coconut Shrimp and a chocolate mousse pie (courses all shared) I took him on a little driving tour of South Tampa, heading up Bayshore Drive and then north on Howard Street. It's a beautiful part of the city but we were ready to head back to the nude pool and our evening ceremony.
Wait you say? Sunday evening was the Super Bowl. Yeah, yeah, yeah. After our pool time, some wine and appetizers, the ceremony, we headed back over to the club, missing the whole first half and the half time show. What a pathetic game if you were a Bronco's fan as we both were. I'm not sorry I missed most of it. But I did love John Stamos' yogurt commercial. The whole place cracked up at that.
So not much titillating that I will share. I'll keep the private part of my new friendship private if you don't mind. I did have a blast in Naples....lots of naughtiness and very busy. Tonight is an outcall to Tampa.
Life is good and it's in the 70's and sunny here. AND I'm sitting at the computer typing away......nude. I think I'll go for a walk in the same attire.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
Another night of fun and a little Sunday sleep in.
1/27/2014 - One of the BEST Weekends Ever
Hello My Naughty Boys,
I'm in Naples, FL. It's already in the 70's and I plan to be sitting in the sun after the next "victim" leaves. You know I'm kidding.
As I await his arrival I thought I'd bring you up to speed on the rest of my commitment weekend. Friday afternoon was a few minutes by the pool and generally hanging out with the gang. It still wasn't that warm yet but our little corner of the complex was sheltered from the cool wind.
We'd all dialed back the cocktails this afternoon. I was still "recovering" from the night before. Folks were still arriving. Flights had been cancelled and there was some anxiety that the best man wasn't going to get there.
We went on to our dinner at Mango's and then the gang headed across the street to Aqua, the drag queen show. I've seen them before but this one had three featured performers. One a very passable Dolly Parton/Cher/etc. Petite and shapely like a real woman. The 2nd was a huge "gal" in tent dresses and big hair. Not known to like women but still her schtick was hilarious. The third, a trained dancer, with phenomenal moves.
The audience loved it. Except for one repressed guy who kept getting out of his seat and hiding behind his friends whenever one of the Divas got close. He only succeeded in making himself look like a jerk. None of them were going to attack him. He was the only one who thought so. Stupid but funny.
After we hung out until bed time. It wouldn't be as late a night but we were happy to see the best man finally made it. Phew!
Saturday was breakfast with the gang and then a walk downtown for some retail therapy. It was the first day that I'd felt truly warm. Even better, we found a store that not only sold Pirate costumes but Steampunk attire. I found the perfect dress for the coming Friday night when my new friend and I are going to the club in our Steampunk outfits.
Then on to Fairvilla. They are an adult store that has everything. So I happily found a beautiful new lingerie outfit, a vibrating glove and at last, a new Magic Wand to replace the old one. We are going to have some fun with both.
On to lunch by Mallory Square and Cuban Sandwiches. I'm getting hungry thinking about it. lol
We have time for a few minutes in the sun again and then it was off to getting ready for the ceremony. We were supposed to leave at 3:45 but the taxis were no where in sight. Finally one showed up and when we got to the Key West Garden Club we couldn't. It seems a triathalon's finish line was right next to the Garden Club. We had to pile out of the taxi and walk a couple of blocks.
They were not letting anyone through.
Oh no. We all crossed our fingers that the Bride/maid of honor and the rest of the guests could get in. We all waited at the beach site for them. After a short delay, they were able to proceed. A tall dreadlocked guy played the steel drum while we waited for the bride. If you've never heard "Here Comes the Bride" on the steel drums you haven't lived.
Proceeding the bride was the flower girl. One of her best friends who is a drag queen himself, dressed in a fairy costume, wings and all. Nimbly sprinkling rose petals before the bride's entrance. The "straight" folks loved it. Hell, we all did.
Unique vows, a symbolic sprinkling of oils in the sand and a hand fastening ceremony enriched the ceremony. At the end, a small box of butterflies were anxiously awaiting their release. Sighs, ooohs and aaahs uttered forth as they found their freedom. It was a beautiful sight seeing them fluttering over the ocean waters.
We went into the club, the steel drummer continued during our cocktail and dinner hour. Appropriately, our dinner was a Cuban buffet. A chill wind kept me bundled up in my dress and a jacket. Earlier, I'd given up trying to keep my hair straight and wore it all curled up as in previous years past. I got out on the dance floor and warmed up. The bride and her daughter loved to dance and most joined in joyous celebration.
Finally it was time to leave but the taxis couldn't get to us because folks were still coming across the finish line. The only hitch in the day. Back at our complex plans had been to have some group fun. But folks were tired and we made other plans for Sunday.
We were all happily tired.
Sunday morning was a brunch but I had to skedaddle to Naples. I did find the time for a nooner but sooner with my Thursday night friend after coffee. Then, replete, we had a short breakfast and coffee with the gang. Even though I couldn't join them for the brunch we all said our goodbyes by the pool.
It's a LONG trek back up the keys but it was a beautiful day and I was still in a Key West mood. I listened to Buffet half way up the keys. The water was sparkling and blue and I felt better than I had in a long time.
I'm in the perfect frame of mind to enjoy Naples and then head on to the nudist resort tomorrow for my Tampa winter sojourn.
A little 10am fun already with a cool guy who has wanted to meet me for years. Lake Anneke appeared to his satisfaction with promises to do this again when we're both in the same place in the future.
Life is good. I'm getting a little tan and I am SO happy to be in Florida and have spent time with wonderful folks. I'm sure it's going to be a titillating afternoon and I KNOW it will be all the time once I arrive back in nudieville.
Love and Hugs,
1/24/2014 - Boy Did I Need This
For those of you who are freezing their butts off I thought I'd rub it in a bit. NO! I didn't say I'd rub IT a bit. Settle down! It's 64 and sunny at 10:38am.
I'm sitting on the tiny little porch of my darling guest room in Key West. It's typical Key West quaint. Polished pine floors, cypress walls, lots of white trim and a poster bed with white dressings.
I arrived yesterday afternoon after a long haul from Lauderdale. Heading west my GPS had an anxiety attack and couldn't figure out how to get me to the turnpike. At that point, I figured it out myself and headed south. To Key West.
It's always been slow going. It still is. But as you hit the Keys and see sparkling turquoise water on both sides of the road you no longer care if the pace is slow. You can't help but smile.
I purposely put on my tropical attitude and sat back and enjoyed the drive. A short stop for lunch on the water. Shrimp tacos. Key West shrimp of course and then back to US1.
About an hour and a half out of Key West I gave in and dialed to Margaritaville on Sirius and XM. I'm not a huge Buffet fan but once the dial was set I knew it was the right station. Years ago, when I lived on a large lake north of Atlanta Buffet was the bomb for our weekend parties. The signal to begin was my ex turning on the blender and Buffet on the CD player.
Probably part of the reason I resist Buffet. This time I chose to remember the good parts of all those years with the old ball and chain. And there were many. Our relationships are never all bad.
I arrived at our bed and breakfast and parked on the street. The gals in the office couldn't have been more welcoming or hospitable. Folks just know how to chill here and be nice. Tourism is their game and they play it well.
As my gal gave me the guided tour I heard the bride to be's voice. She was right next door. Big hugs all around as she introduced me to her maid of honor and another friend. The party was going to begin soon!
Car unloaded, permanently parked and the important stuff, the booze, was brought to B's suite. I'd packed a whole box of various libations for Tampa but as I approached Key West I thought....these are going to be for the wedding celebration.
I mixed Cuba Libre's for B and I. Fresh key limes from my Wednesday night dinner friend's back yard tree. V had a raspberry beer and S had his own single malt scotch in a beautiful flask. One that had it's own cup.
All three of us were/are providers. He's a provider friend. The groom arrives later today. He's been a long time hobbyist. We sipped away, laughing ourselves silly about life, our provider lives/tales and the weekend ahead. It felt so good to be in a circle of like minded friends.
We were all chatting about relationships when B said, "being in this profession is like becoming a nun. It's impossible to have a relationship outside the profession and in order to be a really dedicated provider it's tough to keep a relationship outside the hobby going." Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know nun's are celibate but hang with me here. I think you understand what she means. And she's right.
Once we make that choice, the civilian word becomes off limits for dating and relationships. Most guys couldn't begin to handle sharing their woman must less her being a pro. It takes a very special guy to be able to do so. I've always said, that if I ever find a companion/companions, they will certainly be 1. in the lifestyle and/or 2. in the hobby. A vanilla guy couldn't do it. And that's okay.
I stopped dating because I didn't want to lie about what I did. And let's face it, I do have you for my intimate needs.
When I left Tampa, that circle of friends who could handle my profession and who were also in it or close to it was gone. A lot of my daily support was gone also. I've spent most of my life in the civilian world that last two and a half years in Upstate NY. Thankfully I get some kink from my friends here. And after my October awakening trip back to the nudie resort I KNOW I have to keep that lifestyle close to me. Thankfully my family puts up with and supports what I do and loves me for who I am. No judging. I'm very blessed in that.
But I need that circle of likeminded friends too. It was such a joy to be able to go out to dinner with a whole gang. To tell dirty limericks, laugh ourselves silly and last night, drink whatever the hell we wanted to.
Yeah, I had a slight hangover this morning but it was worth every sip. lol I still awakened at 7am. I'd gone to bed at 2am after a little fun. I know I'll need a nap later.
Coffee and a walk over to Duval Street. After a good walk I wandered into a French bistro for more coffee. A great French roast and eggs benedict on freshly baked brioche. Hey....you need carbs and fat to soak up the morning after alcohol.
Sitting outside next to a babbling fountain after a fantastic breakfast....all was right in the world. I felt/feel great.
Tonight is the bachelorette party. We're going to a drag queen show and who knows what else the night will bring.
Life is good. I am SO glad I made this trip to be a part of this celebration.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
1/22/2014 - The Bitter and The Sweet in Hollywood/Lauderdale
I found out today that my hotel is going to be razed for the Lauderdale airport expansion. That explains why things are the way they are. You can tell they aren't doing the continuing maintenance. Now I understand why.
It's slow. Same ole same ole. But I am covering my expenses and I am glad I stopped.
Especially today. Yesterday, on my way to check in, I took a short hop on Copans and stopped at the Memorial Gardens. My grandson is buried there. And the last time I was here I couldn't find his marker. So I stopped in the office to ask where he was.
You would think these folks would become numb to the grief that passes through their doors. As I gave his name, they asked, "what happened?" When I gave the answer I thought the gal behind the counter was going to cry.
Then another lovely lady came to take me in their little cart to the exact site. As we chatted about him and what had happened I could see her eyes mist over. I said, "I honestly thought you would become used to this." She answered, "Oh no. Sometimes I lose it during funerals."
I don't want this update to be a downer for you because today was not. I went back this morning with fresh flowers and water for his flower urn. I didn't have time yesterday. And as I stood over his marker I noticed the meticulous care of the grounds. I thought about the concern of the folks and their care and I felt good. This was a business but they were still caring folks. His remains are is in good hands.
He was a pisser. I wonder where he got those genes from? Beautiful, blonde hair, blue eyes. He called me his hippie grandma. I used to have wildly curly long hair then. You can see that in some of my early work.
I took a photo of the flowers and site and sent it on to my sister. My son happened to be at her house. He was okay seeing it.
Then, typical of all women, I went and had a little retail therapy and made a great lunch at Skyline Chili. Listen, life goes on and when he passed that event, more than anything else, gave me an even greater zest for life. Our time here is short. We shouldn't waste it.
And hopefully, I do not. I'll see his sister when I get to Tampa. She's my oldest grandchild and she's another pisser. Beautiful, sweet and very sexy. In fact, all the women in our family from great aunts to daughter to granddaughters, cousins, etc. were/are hot numbers.
Must be those Dutch and English genes.
Then one suitor this afternoon brought champagne, a rose and was bound and determined to break the dam. Thankfully I have two beds in my room. That one is absolutely trashed.
Tonight I'm having dinner with an old dear friend. We started out in a student/teacher relationship and it morphed into lovers after I left the old ball and chain, morphing again to good friends. His S O will be with him tonight. They've visited with me before for some naughty fun. Tonight, just dinner and catching up on old times. At least I think that's all. Who knows?
Tomorrow I pack it all up again and head to Key West. I may even have a hottie waiting for me. I can't wait!!!!! The main event however is going to be a wedding to talk about for a long time.
Life is good!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
1/21/2014 - Warm Thoughts from the Road
Good Morning My Darling Boys,
Today is my last morning in West Palm Beach. I head to Ft. Lauderdale/Hollywood after checkout.
I found Clematis Street last evening and had a very nice dinner at Oli. My bartender was from my hometown. How cool is that?
Unfortunately, it's been a slow start this morning. I just could NOT get going. Sleeping in hotel beds doesn't make for a restful sleep sometimes. A little known fact about me, if you care. I never sleep through the night. I wake up, turn over, go back to sleep. Sometimes several times. It's rare I sleep through a whole night. Thus, probably never a great night's sleep in the truest sense.
I knew I was really going to be moving slow so I threw on some clothes, (wish I could go down in my pj's) and headed down for coffee then breakfast. I took my Gratitude Journal with me. I knew it was time to write.
First I make my list of ten things I am grateful for. After looking at the list of the temperatures of the cities I've highlighted on my Iphon I wrote, warmer weather. It's 1 degree back home. It was 63 in West Palm. THAT in itself brought a smile and a little more awareness.
By the time I got to my second cup the daylight was starting to filter in. I'm not mean. And I don't mind talking in the morning. I just move slow. Forget going to the gym at 5:30 in the morning as some of you do. ACK!!!
Then I started to write. Free associate. We are using our right brain when we do so and that's the problem solving side of the brain.
At my age, one would think one knows oneself well. I'm always surprised at what I'm finding about me. Yes, I'm probably TOO introspective but remember, I am a female. We're like that.
One of the quirks I've identified is I prefer to be in my own environment to be the most comfortable in my work. It's about the setting and the mood for me. First. Sorry. I can't always control that in a hotel room. I can at home.
If those two things are the way I want them I'm halfway to arousal. Then, when you walk in the door, my motors already running at a higher rev.
Oh, it's always running. But sometimes it's really revved up before you ever arrive. What I'm surrounded with and what have transpired before your appearance matter too.
It seems the more adventures I have the more adventures I want. Too many days off are not good. Although at this very moment, my pussy is tingling thinking about getting laid within the next 90 minutes. Ha!
I like being in my nest! So I try and create that nest wherever I go. Special lighting, cool music, sexy attire and a great attitude.
Sometimes with all those in place it's tough to stay revved. Someone didn't think it was important to shower beforehand. Or be immaculate where it counts. He's a horrid kisser and he thinks sucking or biting my lips like a vacuum cleaner is going to turn me on. Even better, the one who shoves his tongue down you throat from the first kiss.
I love French kissing but I think the assault of the tongue down your throat from the first kiss is exactly that. An assault. I LOVE lips. Soft lips that touch yours. Tasting, exploring. Teeny nibbles, NOT big chunks out of that tender spot.
Then, slowly exploring, adding the tongue, bit by bit while our passion builds. Of course, I fully recognize that's what I like. It may be your ultimate turn on to do the DFK assault. Just don't be surprised when I take my fingers and close your mouth and say, "let me have your lips first."
Even better is what I call the guppy. His lips are tight and you can feel him open and close his mouth like a fish. He never relaxes his lips or tenderly kisses you. He's gulping for air and you hear this popping sound as he opens and closes his mouth. I had a boyfriend like that. I swear, I tried to teach him how to kiss. You are supposed to do that by example. He never figured it out. It was hopeless. The relationship didn't last.
Yeah, I'm a bitch.
What else do I need on the road? A HOT bath or shower. Not lukewarm water. Soft pillows and a good mattress. Descent heat or air. Good coffee and truly fresh fruit for breakfast. Not the Hampton Inn's canned version of fresh fruit. ACK!!!
Otherwise, it's all good. I can make a mediocre room into a haven of pleasure. Our pleasure.
So as I'm making journal notes this morning I list what I'll need for my N. Tampa/S. Pasco incall. I may do a redesign even though I'm renting. I'm going to be in it at least a month, maybe longer. I want that little nest to be exactly that. A cosy, sensual escape for me AND you. There I'll have lots of candles and lighting and music that's JUST right.
In the meantime, I'll work with what I have and hope you bring your A game to the boudoir. I like being a part of this equation too. In fact, it's very exciting to share passion with new and skillful lovers. For those who don't have the skill, I'll teach you if you want. For those who don't care, (which happens rarely) you'll leave with a smile on your face. After all, it isn't about me but I'm happy when it is.
Life is good! Key West......Thursday afternoon! Yippee!
Your VERY Naughty and Particular Girlfriend,
1/20/2014 - Florida Finally
I took the weekend off. Not by design but it was a good thing. I was feeling crummy Thursday evening and while I had a great night's rest and felt better Friday morning that yukkiness returned Friday evening.
It had been a long day on the road. And it was almost 9pm by the time I got to my Savannah airport hotel. I went to Sam Snead's first for dinner. I could check in after.
It's a nice restaurant. The food is good but my appetite was not. I left most of my meal and a glass of wine. THAT never happens.
But my hotel had upgraded me to a beautiful suite with a luscious bed and pillows. I took an Advil PM and I was out for the night.
I felt great again upon awakening but by the time I got to St. Augustine I was sagging again. I checked in, putzed around for a while, drove to the historic area and out toward the beach. I was feeling crummy again. Back to the hotel and read for a bit. I started to feel better and now I was hungry. A good sign.
But I knew I didn't want to wade into all the tourist trap restaurants in downtown. So I went exploring and found Le Pavillon on San Marco Avenue. It's an 1870's Victorian that has had several owners. The last ones have run the restaurant since the late 1970's and were from New York State. The owner was manning the bar and she willingly share the history. Along with the info about the resident ghost. You gotta love it.
Dinner was fabulous! I would highly recommend a stop if you are anywhere near St. Augustine. Or make a drive of it. I'm going to go back before I head home when I feel normal. It's a charming town with lots of neat antique shops. I can see a day wandering around and then having dinner again at this gem.
It's French, Swiss and German cuisine. The sauces are to die for. Perfectly cooked veggies. (I hate half raw vegetables. Even if it is the current trend.) And the tiramisu is the absolute best. I rarely have dessert but this was worth the extra calories.
Another good night's rest and it seems I'd finally thrown off whatever it was that was trying to take me down. I had heard there was a stomach virus going around. I think it was just too much driving, change of climate, allergies, who knows. In short, I feel great again.
I'm in West Palm now. I arrived yesterday afternoon to 71 and sunny. While it's mid-50's this morning that a far cry from the terrible weather up north. Ask me if I miss freezing my buns off?
South Florida has never been a good venue for me. I have a VIP ad on my top site. Nada up until now but as the business goes, last minute inquiries are beginning. Absolutely maddening that you guys wait until the last minute. How different this business is from when I started. Once the pimps started promoting the young girls on Craig's list, BP and other similar sites, requiring no screening, last minute availability, it started to become the industry norm.
I watched the progression on TER. You'd see a comment on one of the boards about "the diamond in the rough" they had found on Craig's list. Of course it was cheap. Of course she didn't screen and they loved it. Of course the pimp wrote her ad. And she was most likely an addict. But boys will be boys and one thing led to another and then....the recession. Nice gals losing their jobs, needing $$$'s, etc. etc. The business changed from a real service to a get in, get off, get out the door attitude for many. It was just about money. On both sides.
Thankfully, not all but the last minute expediency is the average. Since I began in the booked ahead era I've had to change my mindset. I'd seen that as disrespectful. Now I see it as the business norm. But I don't have to like it.
Still, business has been good since I got over myself. Once I dropped that arrogant attitude it's been fabulous.
My advertiser meeting gave me some links you might find interesting. www.vice.com Fascinating site. Here's a link I think you'd enjoy. I'm going to buy one of these. I'd love to watch you using one of these things. Of course, they would have to be sterilized between use and you would also wear a cover. Or bring your own. But I think it would be hot to watch you use this. Inexpensive they are not.
And by the way, I do ask my friends if they masturbate when they are on their own. I am a great proponent of doing so. Doctors confirm that it's great for the prostate. Keeps the plumbing cleaned out. And we providers certainly know you need the release more often then your S O's do. Otherwise you wouldn't be seeing us.
Today? A trip to the gym soon and then I get ready for a 1pm. Nothing else on the docket.....yet. I know I'll go down to City Place this evening in Palm Beach. The shuttle will take me there. Maybe a little shopping, a cocktail and a light dinner.
I'm in West Palm until Tuesday noon. Ft. Lauderdale/Hollywood until Thursday noon. Then ON TO KEY WEST and all the festivities. I will be available there but on a VERY limited basis. Naples this Sunday until Tuesday 11ish. And FINALLY TAMPA and check in Tuesday afternoon.
I can hardly wait. While it's cooler here the air is soft and the sun is brighter. Feels fabulous and I'm so glad to be back in Florida.
More tales from the road as I think you might find them interesting.
Life is good.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
1/17/2014 - More Tales From The Road
I'm feeling a lot perkier and positive today. Yesterday I started to sag. Two longer playtimes and what felt like the beginning of a cold had me feeling terrible last night.
If it hadn't occurred to you, my job is very physical. Add all the miles on the car and consider that I'm no spring chicken and the "tired" seems logical.
So, I cooled it with cocktails, took two advil pm's and was lights out at 10pm. THAT did the trick and I feel like my old self again. I have this little trick to beat off colds and sinus infections. The old home salt snort. Sounds disgusting but it works. I haven't had a sinus infection in 5 years. So an extra one last night and a vitamin C helped too.
I awakened at 7am. 9 hours of sleep is a world record for me. Made coffee in my room, (the hotel breakfast is atrocious), had a banana, took a long leisurely bath and washed my hair. I want to be particularly well put together today.
1. I'm meeting my primary advertiser for lunch. I won't say their name because I'm not sure they want everyone to know they are based in Raleigh. But they are the top upscale site in the world and have brought me lots of business over the years. I got my start in this business with them. 2. I have a house call on the way to Savannah in Fayetteville.
One of the advantages of touring around the country is that I've made friends everywhere. Even in the most unlikely places like Fayetteville. Mostly known for Fort Bragg. He's an old friend so I look forward to seeing his digs and having some fun.
Then I finish the travels today in Savannah. I threw an ad up on www.theeroticreview.com and date-check but that's it. It's hot, hot, hot. Yep, Backpage arrests galore. In fact, I haven't used them at all this trip south. I've been as busy as I want to be.
Then it's on to St. Augustine Saturday. I hope to get in early enough to do some sight seeing. If I don't entertain it will be perfectly okay. South Florida will probably be busy next week so I'm gathering my reserves of strength. lol
I haven't gotten to see Sheree at all. Her new job is so busy she has no free time. Kudos to her and my best wishes for continued success even though I miss her.
I am pasty white. So I'm going to have to be careful in the sun. I packed lots of sun screen and a big hat. Yeah, there will be tan lines until I get to the nudie resort. Can't be helped. IF I had time I'd head to Haulover Beach in North Miami.
For those of you who are unaware, it's a nude beach. Access to the public. I'd say it's a 1/2 miles long and it's a trip to visit there. Folks behave themselves because they don't want that right taken from them. But that doesn't stop the droves of lurkers walking up the beach to gawk.
Goodness, we are such an unsophisticated lot in the United States. Naked bodies....oh wow! Believe me when I tell you that there are some bodies you wouldn't want to see naked but that's NOT what nudism is about. It's about being free. There's nothing like swimming in the ocean stark naked. Absolutely fabulous. I'll just have to do it in a pool when I get to my final destination.
I LOVE walking in the pool in the mornings. I'll walk until it gets too deep and then I'll swim until it becomes shallow again. It's a great, refreshing workout. Hopefully, the pool heater will be working. It's been chilly there the last few nights.
That's enough for today. If you don't hear from me for a day or two, it's a good thing. It means I'm being naughty and having fun.
Life is good.
Smiles and Kisses,
1/15/2014 - Richmond to Raleigh
I had a short hop to Richmond, Virginia Tuesday morning. One friend waiting for me to arrive.
I'll say it. I don't appreciate being called a cunt and a bitch. Oh, I know it's all arousal madness but I still don't appreciate it. Calling a woman a cunt is the worst thing you can say about her. It's utterly demeaning. Not to mention that he wanted everything off the menu for a GFE donation.
On top of it, he was a smoker. Mouth, skin, hair, yuk. So smokers, if you are coming for an appointment take a shower when you arrive. I always have extra towels. And use soap. And then use mouthwash. No one likes kissing someone whose mouth tastes like an ashtray. Or their body.
After, I cleaned up and took the hotel shuttle to Acacia. A dear friend in Orlando recommended it. Beautiful place in a trendy part of town. Sadly, their snooty attitude almost ruined the meal.
There were several empty places at the bar but they had "bar reservations" and made me sit on the side until they were sure they had a place for me. The bartender had that "smelling a dead mackerel" look on his face. But, believe it or not, I tried to be pleasant and make the most of the recommendation. Excellent meal and extraordinary wine. But not friendly at all.
Still, the food was great.
Back at my hotel I fell asleep in front of the television, awakening at 1:30. Oops, pit stop and back to bed. I had no demands in the morning.
An easy drive to Raleigh. Lunch at Cracker Barrel. It's a great place to eat on the road. REAL food and friendly folks and inexpensive. I always look for them.
It was sunny, 59 and the air was soft as I arrived at my hotel in Raleigh. What a change from a few days ago in Upstate NY. NO ice, fog, gray or snow. Hooray! Absolutely lovely.
A new friend, the classic southern gentleman visited. He arrived with a beautiful bouquet of Sterling Silver roses. He couldn't have known they are my favorite. My dad used to grow them and they've always had a special place in my heart.
We yakked for a while before the fun began. It's always lovely to meet someone who isn't in a rush to get in, get off and get out.
I'm close to a big mall so I headed to Belk's and Macy's for some things I needed to replace. Black thigh hi's for sure. They had the size and colors I needed. So hard to find so I was thrilled.
McCormack and Schmidt's for dinner. Blue Point oysters, wine and their shrimp trio. For a chain, they always do it right.
Now it's time for tv, bed and an early morning call with an old Raleigh friend. We were trying to arrange a threesome with my now retired from providing friend Sheree but her current job didn't allow her the time. What a bummer. Still, she's happy she has a steady income and a recent promotion. We working gals know how to work! She'll be a huge success!
I'm so happy to be in warmer weather and back in the south where folks take the time to say hello and chat. No matter what you do or where you go. There really is such a thing as southern manners. How refreshing!
Of course, Florida is NOT southern. It's a melting pot of obnoxious northerners, (I am one so I can so that), friendly mid-westerners, latin American transplants/visitors and world travelers. It's a really cosmopolitan place. But Tampa is friendly. And eventually I get to experience their own brand of hospitality. Naked.
Life is good.
Your Tired but Still Naughty Girlfriend,
1/14/2014 - Tales From The Road
It's Tuesday morning so it must be Baltimore/BWI. It's gray, rainy and a whole lot warmer than Upstate New York. I packed my car Saturday morning. It took forever as the whole back yard was a sheet of ice as was the front sidewalk.
What to do? This was dangerous stuff. We keep a pail of rock salt so I took that pail and a scoop and started salting the brick sidewalk going out to our parking area. Eventually, it was light enough that I could just dump the salt from the pail.
Oh, it wasn't going to melt the ice quickly enough to walk on it but it did provide traction with a gritty surface to step on. Finally loaded up, I skidded out of town and headed toward the Northway. Our side streets were definitely dangerous.
Once I got on the Northway I hit dense fog. And that was the case most of the way to Northern New Jersey. A short stop at my sister's halfway for lunch and girl talk helped alleviate the strain of the drive. Plus my coat needed a safe home for my winter absence.
I arrived at the hotel in NNJ for my overnight client. An old dear friend. Or so I thought. As my sister says, "you can't go back." I'd left a day earlier than planned, passed up numerous requests for adventures before I left, only to find out Sunday morning that no donation was going to appear. Later I found out he "thought" I was meeting as an old friend after he'd asked to meet me as a professional. He "thought" that our subsequent emails and phone calls after the request changed his obligation.
Sick to my stomach as he left and embarrassed now to ask, I texted my Sis. She said, "I'd be calling on that phone and telling him to turn his car around and come back. With the donation." Which I did. And sent an email saying how hurt and upset I was. Instead I got a snotty note saying he was sorry but he had assumed.....blah, blah, blah. The motto here, "never count your chickens before they are hatched." I'm over the hurt and anger now. But there is a lesson here for me. And as my sister says, "next." Ha! If you haven't guessed, she's a pisser.
I was supposed to stop at my pie man friend's home later that afternoon. I emailed him, asking if I could come earlier. He was just up the hill. He said, "sure" and we spent the afternoon catching up. He hadn't been able to get the heat to work in the basement where we were going to do the pie video and he also knew I was not in a good place to do it. We will film in Florida in February.
I asked him if he wanted to play before or after dinner. He opted for after so off we went to Forno of Spain in downtown Newark. If you haven't experienced this Portuguese/Spanish establishment, run, don't walk to it. It was absolutely fabulous. The food, the ambience, the service, the whole package.
Back home, I catered to one of his favorite things to have done. Being shaved. I'd even bought him a little gift of a professional razor. He moaned in contentment as I shaved his back, shoulders, butt and you know what. He said it felt like a massage. Then I massaged the you know what.
We yakked for a long time and I watched Downton Abbey. I wouldn't miss one episode of it and he graciously let me snuggle in a big recliner and stay connected to my favorite show of the moment. He headed to his room for his shows and a phone call. We don't sleep together. He snores too much. The next morning I pointed the car toward BWI.
I'm having my second cup of coffee here, awaiting a new friend at 9:30. He's always had an older woman fantasy. He'll be able to fulfill that this morning and then I'll be on my way to Richmond.
I had originally intended to stay two nights. When nothing was forthcoming in the shape of pre-bookings I changed my itinerary. Plus this place is HOT! As you would know, the day before the phone started ringing off the hook and I've been busy. That's a good thing.
I was supposed to meet an old friend last night for dinner and HE stood me up. That's what happens when you do nice things for people in this business. Unfortunately when there is no commitment for a donation, there is no commitment. Yeah, after Saturday night this was not so nice BUT I had already decided I wasn't "working" that evening and a hot playtime was what I wanted. After a nice dinner and conversation. What a dope he is.
I realized that he wasn't going to show up during my martini. My seatmates to my right were having a great time. It was an older gal like me and she had the place going. Young guys on each side of her and she had them on their toes. I was laughing to myself at her antics. Classy and a great personality. It was fun to watch someone else.
As I ordered dinner and another drink they all called over to me and introduced themselves. I moved over and the fun started. It's great when that happens. She absolutely grilled the cute guy between us. Seems he was married and his wife had been "indiscreet". He was not happy in his marriage. Ms Personality was advising him to "work it out." As soon as she left guess what? Yep, he wanted to know if he was going to share my bed. Some things in life are so predictable.
He offered to walk me to my room and I told him NO way. Cute as he was, I wasn't offering a thing. Except a kiss goodnight. He got off at floor 9 and I went up. Alone. And happy to be so.
The flirting and the offer was enough for my bruised ego. My earlier friends had taken care of my lust.
Life is good. This trip is going to be such a fun adventure.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
1/05/2014 - We Are Having A Heat Wave
Good Morning My Darlings,
That was a positive affirmation in the title of this entry. At the moment it's 0 out. Supposedly it's going to be mid-30's this afternoon. It sure has a lot of heating up to do in a short amount of time. I'm never a pessimist but this is a real stretch for me.
It was -9 when I awakened yesterday. That is so cold that when I touched the metal storm back door handle it burned. I turned around and went right back inside.
But one brave soul drove down for a little playtime. It was his first time in many years. He was a widower and the story was heart breaking. But our time together was heart expanding. He told me he'd been watching a LOT of porn the last few days to make sure he was doing things right. And boy did he! We played, yakked, I made him a cup of coffee with a little bit of Bailey's, yakked some more and then went back into the boudoir for round two.
I know this isn't appealing to some of you but it is to others. He loved the prostate massage and he really LOVED my strap on. In fact, I switched from my smallest one to a bigger Doc Johnson model. He loved that even more. Is my back a little sore today? Yeah....but it was worth pushing it to see him enjoy himself so much. Not to mention he was hell bent on making sure I did also. And I most certainly did. We were going through towels left and right. Lake Anneke overflowed the dam. Big smiles from both of us. I've made a new friend and he's a happy guy. That is very satisfying. On all levels.
Well, it's 7 days and counting until my Southern departure. I'd be lying if I said I can hardly wait. All this snow and cold has done it for me. I am SO ready to get out of cold country. But I will miss all the busyness being a naughty girl in Upstate New York. The good news is that it seems to be following me all the way south. I have a feeling this is going to be a very good trip.
I may have to change BWI to someplace outside of DC. Keep an eye on my calendar this week. It's VERY hot around the Baltimore airport. While screening should resolve that concern there's no point in being reckless. I'll let ya know if I do.
I'd rather NOT go to DC.
DC has this reputation for no shows and cancellations. And the reputation is based on truth. It's one of the toughest places to tour in the US. I think some of the guys associated with the guys in power in the District have an inflated idea of who they are. And a low opinion of the working girls. No respect.
After my tryst yesterday and others like it over the years I'm proud of what our profession offers. So I don't go to cities who don't appreciate us very often. Fortunately, my tour there on the way home from Florida last year was stellar. I haven't decided if I'll stop on the way back this trip. In fact, I don't even know WHEN I'll head back.
My original plan was to be home Mid-March. I know it won't be warm in Upstate then. We're looking at May before that happens but I won't stay away that long. It all depends on how things go in Tampa. Again, you'll be the first to know.
I have some naughtiness to look forward to this afternoon. And the whole week looks busy with adventures and personal appointments for things that need to be done before I leave. Not to mention packing. Two months away is a lot of stuff. Not to mention shoes. Boots for cold weather, high heels/thigh hi boots for adventures, sandals for warm weather. Sneaks for working out and walking. You get the picture. I'll need a suitcase just for them.
You might be happy to know that I am wearing heels again. I bought a gorgeous pair of 5 inch Jennifer Lopez peep toe stilettos. They are black lace over nude. The sides are sheer black lace. VERY sexy. And believe it or not, they are comfortable. Of course, they are only for behind closed doors. My ankle isn't strong enough to be hiking or dancing in them yet.
Still.......progress! Life is good!
Did you make a New Year's Resolution? Mine is always to get back to eating healthier and taking better care of myself. And to have a hot threesome with two kinky boys. Harder to arrange than you can imagine. Actually that's a wish rather than a resolution. But if I resolve that to happen, it will! I'm heading in the right direction to increase the odds. Florida is a very kinky, naughty place.
I hope this 2014 has had a good beginning for you. My best hopes that this whole year will be a banner one for ALL of us. Here's to lots of......adventures!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
12/30/2013 - Goodbye 2013 Hello 2014
WHERE did this year go? It's been a roller coaster ride for sure. Starting out sort of dismal and exploding into great business the end of May. And that has continued.
I have much to be grateful for and believe me, I am! Plus the friendship and support of so many wonderful friends, here and in person. I am blessed and I thank you all. Whether we've met in person, spoken on the phone, exchanged emails or you've watched me being naughty in my clips. It's ALL appreciated and cherished!
The sun is shining this morning but there is a layer of frozen slush all over the backyard and my car. It rained here yesterday and then the temperature dropped. My landlord still hasn't shoveled and I have no intention of doing his job. When we had the 15 inches the day before my trip to Boston I had to shovel out the whole alley before it refroze that evening. Or there would have been no Boston trip.
Surprisingly enough, I managed to do so without any problems. My back has come a long way. Something else to be grateful for.
So, NO shoveling today. Not frozen slush.
I can't wait to leave for Florida. This has been an extremely cold winter and I'm so over being cold all the time. Thankfully, I have a heated mattress pad in the boudoir and an extra space heater. Plus a luscious, furry duvet. It's very sexy and cozy. I'll miss you Upstate boys but warm weather beckons. AND I WILL be back!
Surprisingly, Christmas week was good. I think some of you had had enough of "together" time and snuck out. Others were single and could. Whatever the reason I had a good week.
It didn't go quite as planned though. My daughter was supposed to join me after Christmas but an ailing cat nixed those plans. We all love our pets so I understood when she couldn't leave him. Fortunately he's okay. But my plans went up in smoke. Luckily I was able to deposit those miles back into my Delta FF account. Instead, I saw you. Tough huh? lol
Sis and SO are coming up for New Year's Eve. I'll fix a light dinner, something with chicken and mushrooms. She's bringing shrimp for appetizers and Madeline's for dessert. There will be lots of champagne. It's very busy downtown for New Year's Eve so if we can stay warm we'll partake of the activities. It's going to be close to zero.
Thank the heavens for THE COAT! It's the warmest thing I own. Probably that anyone owns and so much more attractive than one of those ugly LLBean down monstrosities. Sorry, I'm a great believe in "it's better to look marvelous than feel marvelous dahling." Thankfully, I can do both with that gorgeous mink coat. There WILL be several layers under the coat too. It's not a night to be totally stupid about footwear and bare legs. Say, frostbite?
I'm already packing in my mind for Florida. Actually, I'm going to put together the accoutrements for sunbathing in a new suitcase I got on sale this week. Since I'm going to be visiting non-nudist places in Florida I do need a bathing suit. And sunscreen. And coverups. And of course, sexy sandals.
Yes, that car is going to be packed full. I'll be away almost two months. One needs all the accessories and goodies to look great wherever I am. What can I say? I'm a Leo. That's how we are.
Still chatting with my new friend. He will be my guest at the nudie resort the last weekend of January. We're both looking forward to learning more about each other. While one can learn lots chatting it's no substitute for one on one. I know we're going to the club in Steampunk attire one night. Another is reserved for a special ceremony. I'm thinking of something that's near and dear to me to share with him in addition.
I am really excited about attending the commitment ceremony of my dear friends in Key West. That is such a fun, funky town. While I'll be in St. Augustine, the Palm Beach area and possibily Hollywood beforehand, I'm regarding Key West as the REAL beginning to my southern sojourn.
The bachelorette party is a drag queen show. Beverly says bring lots of $1 bills. It's going to be hilarious.
So, it's time to get back to the gym. The ankle is almost healed. I was actually able to wear a gorgeous new pair of very sexy Jennifer Lopez 5 inch heels for a new friend yesterday. Hooray!
I spied them on sale, even better, and thought, PERFECT for the next photo shoot. I'll wear them for you before that. I'm planning on another when I return to Upstate in the spring.
Visions of mini-dresses, lots of skin and a golden Florida tan are pictured in my mind for this next shoot. How can that be bad?
Hopefully I have a new friend, 24, visiting today. I'm horny. He'd better watch out.
Life is good. Happy New Year darlings!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
12/24/2013 - Merry Christmas
Hello My Darling Boys,
The sun is shining and it's 23 outside. The birds and one big fat squirrel are frantically feeding. They have been in hiding the last few days with the extreme cold. Yesterday's warmer temperatures and rain seem to have coaxed them out of their shelters.
Our weatherman says it will dip even lower for Christmas Eve. Perhaps a light dusting of snow. Now wouldn't that be nice for Christmas Eve?
My shopping is all completed. Just a couple of gifts to wrap. My Christmas celebration stretches out this week so there will be presents under the tree until Friday. Great fun.
I'm making lasagna today. My friend from Fetlife is coming over for dinner at 8pm and then we're heading to a beautiful late mass at a nearby church. The ceiling hasn't caved in on me yet so I think we'll be safe tonight. After all, the church is supposed to be for sinners. I'm sure I'll be in good company.
He's new to worship and he asked that we find something traditional with beautiful music. This church ticks all those boxes. In fact, there's so much incense at times it's hard to breath. I chuckled to myself last year as I sat behind two couples who were there with their parents.
It was two sisters and their boyfriends. Obviously neither of the guys had ever been to a service like this one. Their discomfort was obvious as were the booze fumes emanating over the pews. At the earliest opportunity they bolted.
After all, the mass was 90 minutes long. I'd have bolted too if I'd been them. But I used to substitute as an organist at this particular denomination years ago so I know the liturgy. While it is a bit too long it is steeped in tradition, (which you know I love) and the music is glorious. A fabulous pipe organ with a world class organist and excellent choir. I am transported. I hope my friend will be also.
You may find this all a bit too much to take. A provider/escort sitting in church? Do I tell the people next to me what I do for a living? No. Because I'm ashamed? No. Because it would make THEM uncomfortable.
I have more of a world view of other faiths now. But I love returning to my roots every now and then. I believe that up there, on the seventh floor, as I say, that there IS a power greater than us and it's a good thing to have that energy of love and support surrounding us and our friends. No matter how you send it there. Prayer, spells, thoughts, whatever.
I also believe that the sexual person I am is a gift. That what I love and offer to my friends is also a gift. One they may receive with no strings and no fear that I'll ruin their lives. One that will help them through their everyday lives. For whatever reason.
Single and no time to date. Recently divorced and knowing it's not yet time for another relationship. A sexless marriage with a beloved partner. A sexless marriage with a partner who has trapped them. And on and on. Not everyone who walks through the door has a sex addiction. Few do. Most, are regular guys who are responsible and need a few moments of pampering, intimacy and release in their lives. This is my calling and fortunately it provides a nice life for me.
I am grateful.
One I met in Boston last week told me he'd read the journal and "gotten off" to my descriptions of my naughty threesomes. More than once. I said that was great. And I pointed out that this journal has become less titillating as the years go by. Even though my life still has many titillating stories to tell. I wanted you and he to see me/us as real people of value. Not just objects. He said, "I could care less." I'm not going to comment on what I think about that. You can figure it out how I probably felt. Most times, it's best to keep your mouth shut. lol
Boston was slow. Snowstorms, cold weather and right before Christmas. But it was delightful. I love that city and Christmas shopping is fun. Not to mention having oysters at Legal Seafood. One of the bartenders kept bringing me little samples of other white wines and commented we should go drinking together. I think she got nervous when I said I was in town until Thursday. Was there a little something going on? I don't know. Fun to consider the possibilities.
I miss my friend Lauren and her S O. They are in Dublin until February 1st with brand new luxurious digs. Hopefully, our last films will be up on clips for sale soon. Whenever Jim has some time at home to put them up.
I'm not really bi. As I've said to others, I am turned on by the sexually setting and opportunity. And if there's another woman to share it then it will be fun. BUT Lauren is the exception. She has always intrigued me and I am turned on by her.
Years ago, before becoming a provider, I'll say, BBP, I was at a party during the Fort Lauderdale Air and Sea Show. The host had a condo overlooking Ft. Lauderdale beach. For those of you who know it, The planes started their run at Oakland Park and fly down the beach to Las Olas. It's a truly exciting time.
After an afternoon of partying and naughtiness I found myself in the bedroom, drinking champagne with another gal. She was hot. I was horny and we almost.......but we didn't. We made arrangements to get together another time. And then I realized, in the sober light of day, that she was a whack job. I backed away. So, never say never.
I do remember taking a young hottie in the laundry room for a quickie that day. I never said I was a good girl. I'm just a girl who's good at being bad.
That's enough titillation. And my gift to you.
It's my wish that these holidays are happy and blessed for you and yours. It's a wonderful time of year. Life is good.
I'm around until I head south January 12th. Come wish me bon voyage!
Love and Kisses,
12/14/2013 - Baby It Is SO Cold Outside
It was 3 degrees this morning. We're up to a balmy 7 at the moment. It's so cold and dry the snow forecasted is sucked up before it hits the ground. Although the temperature is supposed to go up later this afternoon and the snowfall will make it to earth. 4-6 inches forecasted here. It's predicted to snow all night and into tomorrow morning.
The roads should be clear for my Monday morning trip to downtown Boston. I'm looking forward to spending a few days there this time of year. Boston is a beautiful city. Fortunately I'm going to be seeing some dear old friends this week. Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to all of us.
I am awaiting a friend. The lights on the tree are on. The candles are lit and yes, holiday music is on the sound system. I have some very cool albums for the holidays so don't wince. I only get to do this once a year.
Although I'm thinking next year I just might celebrate the season in Florida. It's gotten too cold too soon this year. BRRRR!!!!
I'm thinking that smearing on sunscreen and driving around with a decorated golf cart might play out better next year. We'll just have to see how things go in 2014. I do expect to be gradually increasing my time in Florida over the next 2-3 years. Whoa.....are you thinking of retiring Anneke? One never knows, does one? As long as that phone is ringing and folks are smiling as they leave and I love it I'm going to continue to be Anneke. I probably always will be on film.
As the baby boomers get older and guys get desensitized to porn the older/mature/granny market grows. I find it amusing but am thankful that is how it seems to be trending. I'll stay on that bandwagon.
Still communicating with my new friend. We share an interest in Steampunk. If you don't know what that is, google it. He's sending me a Steampunk hat for Christmas to wear when we go to the club in February. I'm thinking I might wear Steampunk attire for one outfit change the next photo shoot. Oh, sexy Steampunk for sure. Some of the women's costumes are a little too Victorian. Which means, covered up. THAT will never do!
I bought myself a copy of Skyfall this week. In my opinion, it's the best Bond film so far. And I've been a Bond fan since Dr. No. Now I'm really dating myself. I'm thinking I'd love that 50 year collection of Bond. Some of the movies were far fetched and lost the essence of Bond but some were great. It would be great to have the collection.
I also received my Christmas present early. Oh, hell yes, I buy my own presents. A new oriental rug by Couristan for the living room. Very exotic and different and colorful. Remind you of anyone you know?
Another gift to myself was a session with my life coach. She's a counselor, psychic, intuitive gem of a gal. One with tremendous common and business sense. As well as possessing great spiritual depth. I am so happy to have found her. I cherish our new friendship.
She sees that this year has been one of huge change in the most positive ways for me. Of course, I knew that. But this was a year end tune up. There are some family issues that I have to handle differently. We can all learn new ways of doing things at any age. And I wanted to see where my new friend fit in. She says to enjoy him and whatever our friendship brings. I agree. 2014 is going to be a really wonderful adventure.
Life is good. Especially when you discover your authentic self. What a blessing! One I hope you will experience also.
Come see me for a holiday treat for yourself!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
12/07/2013 - A Day In Infamy