12/21/2014 - Oh What a Night
Hello My Naughty Boys,
It's 70ish and raining. No sun tanning today. Yesterday I snuck in about an hour. I've lived in Florida long enough to know to take it easy and use lots of sunscreen.
The weather has been beautiful although the locals are complaining it's been chilly. Leaving 30 and coming to the sixties and seventies isn't a hardship for me. But I get it. You get used to warm weather.
The plane ride down was uneventful, thank the 7th floor. After my last trip here, my fingers were crossed. No emergency landings this time.
After unpacking and shopping for food, I prepared dinner and then headed over to Lady Femina's. I'd brought a bottle of Prosecco and my boi and I shared it. The three of us catching up with months of news, even though we do email while they are in Europe.
In a bit Lady Terrice and her beau stopped in too. We were sitting on the porch having a talk fest. Laughter always abounds and since we three are all in the same line of work, swapping stories. The guys always have their mouths hanging open. We all have plenty of juicy stuff to share.
A couple of bottles of Prosecco with my boi and I headed home. A little shaky on my pins but feeling great. As I'd been sitting there with my buds it dawned on me this was exactly why I came. To hang out with a circle of friends. Something I never get to do at my Upstate NY home. I have to be so careful who I include in my private life.
Down here, no one gives a rat's ass what anyone does as long as it's consenting. And let me tell you, there are a LOT of consenters here.
Saturday morning I was moving a little slow but a couple of great cups of coffee and a banana and I was on my way to the great adventure. Steinmart. If you wonder where I get some of my sexy dresses it's there.
I shop for my own Christmas presents. After all who knows what I want and need better than myself? My sister and I don't exchange gifts. I send them to my grandkids and kids but under the tree is usually empty. This trip to Florida is my gift to me too. Being with friends is what I love more than anything. Well, almost anything.
Once home I headed over to Lady Femina's to help her with her preparation for last night's Christmas Fetish party. On the way, one of her friends from up north had arrived. My boi had given him a tour of the resort. Gal pals along the way gladly gave him a show and he was looking a little shell shocked. He said he'd seen more boobs in 5 hours than he had in years.
I said, "welcome to our nudist resort."
I headed back to my condo to change. Fetish party means; leather, vinyl, pvc, outrageous and slut wear. I was wearing a leather hip cut teddy with safety pins lining the edges of the low cut neckline and fish net panty hose. 5 inch bootie sandals completed the get up.
My hair stylist blew me out pin straight this week so it looked great with the leather. Yes, we took pics. My boi will send them to me and hopefully I can put them on Twitter. And Facebook.
As the guests arrived their NJ friend's jaw was to the floor. Black corsets, bare breasted bustier's, tiny leather mini dresses, platform heels and boots, Sheer this, tight that, everyone oozing sex and power. It was a hot, hot scene.
In walked this tall, gorgeous younger guy. Caucasian, built like a brick house and hung. His parts only covered by a leather thong kilt. Topped with a sequin Santa hat he was a sight. I'd meant to introduce myself but got doing something else.
All of a sudden we noticed there were hardly any guests in the living room. I looked down the hall and everyone was crowded outside the play room door. All the walls and ceiling are painted an orange/red. Lighting strips line the walls. Mirrors, whips, chains from the ceiling, a gynecological table accessorize the room. Erotic art adorns the walls.
As I peeked around the corner, the hunk was on his knees, chained, with clothes pins all over his scrotum. One of the mistresses was using a riding crop on his gorgeous ass. He was crying thank you.
I hear my boi call, "Goddess Anneke, come in." The last mistress had stepped away and handed me the crop. I got behind him and pulled on the parts that didn't have clothes pins. And then smacked his delicious ass with the crop. I reached around from behind and pinched his nipples. He moaning in ecstasy. I kneeled behind him and bent over and took his ear in my teethn leaving a trail of bites down his back. A few more licks of the crop and more "discipline" and then moved on. My boi all excited watching me in action. He said I'd learned a lot.
I don't know about that but when you are in that environment inspiration visits. Lady Femina had instructed him to leave the clothes pins on until 10pm and not leave the room. He obeyed.
Finally we saw him back in the kitchen and one of my friends lifted the little flap of leather that covered him and started to stroke his cock. He immediately sprang to action, a huge piece of man meat. The next we knew, she was down on her knees taking him in her mouth.
What a show! Now the place was starting to warm up and I heard moans from one of the bedrooms. One gal was being f====d by one of our BBC's. Another was on the massage table and someone was tormenting her with a uv electric wand. Your body becomes the conduit so the person who was sucking her nipples was also getting a shock. How do I know this? Been there, done that. It's not painful at all and really, really hot.(smiles)
The leather clad married GILF's were having a field day with our submissive hunk. And he was enjoying every moment.
A moment later, he, I and another hot gal were discussing our squirting abilities. Off he and she went and the last I saw was her legs in the air while he dived into her pussy.
And so it went. I was having a blast watching everyone. Totally turned on but taking a back seat.
Until the hunk came back, came up to me and kissed me. I kissed him back and asked, "didn't you cum?" He replied he played at these parties and rarely did. I told him that if we were going to play he was going to cum. Another deep kiss and I grabbed him by his penis and led him into the other room. My boi had already put the squirt pad on the bed. They all knew better.
My hunk dove in and in seconds I was drenching his face. I heard him moan and dive in more. Soaking wet, I flipped him over onto his back and said, "it's your turn." My boi sat in the chair to watch with others as I proceeded to take all of him in my mouth.
He flipped me over again, we suited and lubed up and he slid his huge cock between my legs. My boi also moaning while watching. My legs were in the air and Mr. Hunk was plowing away. Finally, pulling the condom off and releasing in my mouth.
He collapsed and we had a long pillow talk time. We'd earlier discussed filming together when I return in March so YES.....you're going to eventually see us on film. We look great together and he's fun. He's experienced in filming, a complete and total gentleman and a delight to look at and enjoy.
We dried off and I wrapped up in a blanket, joining our friends on the porch, arms around each other. Just new friends, nothing more. But I love the way we make new friends here.
I got home around 2 and it took me a while to get to sleep. Too wound up. I had a 9am visitor so I willed myself to sleep. Happily I was able to do so. I've known him for years. He had driven all the way from Rome,GA to see me. Yes 8 hours each way. What can I say? There are not that many of us older, wild GILF's in this biz. We are appreciated by more than a few.
A cup of coffee with Lady Femina after and then a jaunt to Skyline Chili in Clearwater.
I'm taking it easy tonight. PBS is on here Sunday nights too. I've had more fun in two days than any one person could deserve. I'll be happy to have a quiet evening at home.
Life is good.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
12/19/2014 - Leaving on a Jet Plane for Naked Fun
I'm almost packed. Heading to the Albany airport soon. It's another gray, damp day so the promise of sun and seventies in Tampa this afternoon is VERY appealing.
It's been a fabulous week. I've been busy wishing Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays in person. Thank you all for the visits, the gifts and the O's! What a fabulous week and about to get even better.
If you can't tell I am SO excited to be headed south and I wanted to say goodbye to my Capital District friends and wave hello to my Tampa Bay ones. I'll be there late this afternoon. YES, I'll be available.
I'm even more excited to know that I've secured a place in the nudie resort for the month of March 2015 and perhaps longer. That means I'll be heading south the last week of February. So, it will be a quick week down with something to look forward to all winter.
Actually, this one hasn't been bad so far. Not too much snow or too many prolonged cold days. A warm coat and good boots takes care of the chill in the air. Very tolerable.
But knowing I'll be heading back after two more months of winter is SO wonderful. I just can't express how thrilled I am.
Lots of naughtiness planned for Florida. I wouldn't have it otherwise nor would you. If you don't have the opportunity to be bad over the holidays save it for my return. I'll be available December 27th. New Year's Eve is still there for you too.
I'll keep you updated this week if........I have time.
Life is so good! My best wishes for a fabulous Holiday for you and yours.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
12/13/14 - A Rare Day on the Calendar
No, that date cannot happen more than once every hundred years. Kind of magical isn't it?
So far, it's been a fabulous day for me and a fabulous year. And believe it or not, I am enjoying winter. Especially since I'm not freezing my butt off this year. That old Victorian apartment was beautiful but it was SO cold in the winter.
It's still cold outside. 34 at the moment and heading downward tonight. It's 4:06 on this Saturday afternoon and darkness will be here soon. This time of year, so close to the Winter Solstice, the days are getting very short.
But I like it. I know, another weird thing about me. There is a coziness to the darkness. I love dining after it's dark out. I can light the candles and the world seems more elegant and intimate.
I started my day out with a fun romp at 9am then headed out for errands and a diner lunch. I love great diners. And they are cheap. Then back in time to relight all the candles and have MORE fun.
My old friend Mr. Fisher is on his way next. We almost always get together right before the Holidays. We'll have a bottle of champagne, some wonderful triple crème brie along with a couple of other stellar cheeses and then warm up the almond oil.
Chill music playing. Candles lit everywhere. The playroom very warm and my new tacky aluminum Christmas tree that someone had left next to the trash bin all aglow. It's very bordello like with all the red little lights and the gaudy things hanging from it. I think very appropriate for the room. VERY red.
I have a new dress I'm wearing tonight. It's a form fitting black, long sleeved knit mini. With tiny gold nail head trim just at the shoulders. NOT low cut at all. Elegant and sexy. Fishnet hose and black suede booties with some gold trim. Big gold earring and a huge gold cuff bracelet. Not quite Jersey Shore. But......almost. The high neckline keeps it classy. The fishnet stockings and bold jewelry hint at naughty.
It's coming off to put it back on after playtime and a shower. All that oil lathered all over our bodies. Ya know?
He likes to retire early so I will arouse him early tomorrow morning. In all ways. Then French toast, bacon, fresh grapefruit, coffee, juice if he wants it.
Then I drive to NYC and an open house at a friend's. The train was $175 round trip. They jack the fare up just like the airlines. It's only 150 miles so I'll stop at Sis's on the way back to wish her Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas.
We're going our separate ways for the Holidays. Me to Florida. She also south to family she is close to.
Still no plans for New Year's Eve. One local hotel had a great package with one of my favorite groups the Audiostars but they don't want single women. I guess they think I won't spend enough and they want the double reservation. I get it but once again, like cruise ships, those of us who are single get penalized.
I'm sure I'll find something to do. Perhaps a movie and a late dinner, or vice versa. That is if no one wants to play. I would have liked to have stayed in Florida but my condo's owner is coming in the afternoon of the 26th to stay for 4 months. My leasing guru is looking into accommodations for March/April. He says he thinks he can find something.
Not sweating it. Whatever is supposed to be will be. I'm kind of interested to see what it will be like here in January and February.
I realized this week that I have a guardian angel. My grandson passed in June of 2000 at age 12 and I've always known he is near by. But some inner wisdom finally made me realize that he's been more than just watching. He's been protecting. I had a reading with my life coach/psychic the other day and he confirmed that he has been looking out for me. Particularly in this job. It's very sweet knowing this. He was a wild one but he loved his "hippy grandma." I miss him and I thank him for watching out for me.
We all have them you know. Those who love us and have left and look after us. That's a great comfort to me. Especially during this wonderful time of year.
I love the holidays and I send my very best wishes for a blessed time for you and yours. Save some naughty moments for me. They are blessings in their own right.
Life is good. Opa!
Love and Kisses,
12/09/2014 - It Is Raining and I Am Horny
It's 34 and raining. But the weather man says the temperature is going up and it's going to continue to rain. I hope he's right.
While snow is sure purty it's a pain in the butt. Still, cold and soggy has made a yukky day and I'm staying put. I haven't stuck my nose outside my door.
Thankfully one of my oldest friends stuck his nose and more through MY door at 9am this morning. As always we had a great time of it but even that didn't satisfy my longings today. I've had to take matters into my own hands twice already and it's only 5pm.
If the temperature stays up my videographer and I might work together tonight. I'll just say we're strategizing.
This past week I advertised for male talent on BP. A plethora of requests but then I got to thinking...I wonder what the law is in NY State. Much to my horror it's ambiguous with these caveats; 1. Don't film porn in NY State or 2. Don't film porn and get caught in NY State. Geez Louise. They don't call this the Nanny State for nothing. Talk about big brother. But the truth is California is the ONLY state where it's legal to do adult films. Gulp! Not saying another thing.
So, the ad came down and I wrote to all who replied. "Project on hold until I ascertain the legality of filming." End of subject until I know.
On another note I've had some break throughs these past few days. I've been on a journey for the last year or so to be more open to what life has in store for me and to more fully and deeply connect to the energy of the universe. We're all part of that you know. Every thing on this earth. I got the biggest kick out of watching 60 minutes and their program about Cremona, Italy where the famous Stradivarius violins were made.
In the end, they showed a solo violinist out in the middle of the woods where the trees are harvested for the violins they still make. Oh people were listening but he was playing for the trees. You probably think I'm a weirdo but I got it.
You don't know that I studied violin for two years before I gave it up just to study piano.
Why I had to make that choice I'll never know but I had to. So I love the violin and the symphony. It's sad to me that so many don't appreciate the music. Most never having been exposed to it growing up. Thankfully I was and so were my children. And although my son is the most unpretentious guy you'd ever know he loves classical music. So does my daughter.
In fact, I pulled out my keyboard, stand, headphones, Christmas Music and sat down for a long time today. The shorter little finger wasn't even a thought. I was worried after the accident happened but it didn't even occur to me while I was happily playing. It's working just fine.
A big factor in what you enjoy in life is what you are exposed to as a child. I've often asked my cross dresser friends why they do what they do. Invariably it's a mom, aunt, grandmother who loved to dress. And as a small boy, they would see them getting ready to go out. It made an impression.
As far as wearing leather and wanting to be tied up and spanked,I haven't a clue. I'm still trying to understand why some are subs and some are doms. Naturally. When I find out, I'll let you know.
My old friend this morning's last encounter with me was a domination session. Just for the hell of it. He said this morning, I prefer the sensual one on one. I said, "well, you tried it and now you can move on."
We all like what we like and I'll say it again as long as it occurs between CONSENTING ADULTS it should not be anyone's business what goes on behind closed doors. There are things I will not do. But I don't look down my nose at those that do. If they are consenting it's their gig. And I refuse to be looked down upon for my path in life.
You know who still doesn't get that. Neither do our Puritan forefather hypocrites in power. So, let's all be careful, picky, screen and do what the hell we want to do. And keep my number memorized.
So, twenty something gorgeous webmaster/videographer tonight maybe. Will I? I've asked advice about this one. The men say yes the girls say no until they see him. Then it's oh hell yes! I'm not going to tell either way but it will be something for you to fantasize about after you read this.
Life is good. Ha!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
PS...YES! I am SO ready for Florida! So keep me distracted until I head for the airport.
12/04/2014 - Love the Joy While You Have It
COLD today and colder tonight for the Victorian Stroll in downtown Saratoga. Yes, the coat is coming out and Sis and I will be strolling, drinking, eating and listening to great music. They know how to do events up there.
I have one more night needed for my top level at my hotel chain for 2015. Those of you who travel for work know it makes a difference. So I bought 4 different reservations to achieve that goal. All around my area. Inexpensive stays still count as much as an expensive one. So we're using one of those to enjoy the night and not have to drive home.
It has been the weirdest week but it was self caused. I posted 3 ads on BP. One for the usual me, the 2nd for fetish sessions and the 3rd advertising for male talent for Anneke to film with. It has been an absolute hoot. But I knew that putting up a fetish ad would be. You have NO idea the stuff folks want and need to do. If it's not my thing, I politely decline.
Until one called me today who was already in my phone. Tickler. Wants to torment you with tickling. In other words he's looking for a submissive. I declined before and I declined again and when he got pushy I said, with an edge to my voice, "I've spoken to you before and we've already ascertained that I am not the person for you." He replied calling me a bitch. (controller, big surprise) I replied that I had replied politely. He told me I had an attitude and that I didn't want business. I told him, "f--- y--" and hung up! Yeah, moi. I really said that. And promptly blocked him.
Listen, I'm a nice person but don't be disrespectful and try to tell me what to do. I had too many years of that in my marriage and guess what? Never again. Not even in business.
So I fumed for a bit, being upset with myself for saying that and losing it. Until self said, "oh come on, he was being pushy and rude. Get over yourself."
I'm one of those folks who chew over after how I act in anger at times. While Leo's are egotistical we also want to please everyone and have this tendency to think we should be perfect. It's just not possible in life. And life itself isn't perfect. It's all about how you handle the day to day.
So when I saw this little quote above, "Love joy while you have it" I smiled. It's about enjoying every moment IN the moment. Don't you know people who have a great life but they can't see it because they are so worried about what might happen in the future? Or they don't have everything they want and can only fixate on that instead of what is good and beautiful right in front of their face.
I know them and I know you do too. I want to shake some of them and say, "Wake up! And if you do wake up in the morning you will determine that you will be happy. And be thankful for every single joyful nuance that life brings your way. It makes a big difference in your happiness quotient.
Then, not having a 10,000 inch flat screen or the latest Mercedes won't defeat you in life. There is a lot to be joyful for in this world. Let's start noticing what those things are and being thankful for each and every one of them. Especially this time of year.
Now come and see me and I'll show you how grateful and thankful I am you showed up. :-)
Love and Hugs,
11/29/2014 - Turkey Day and Turkeys
It's 28 at the moment. The old heat is cranking away and we're toasty warm. LuLu has been with me since noonish Thursday. We've had fun having a girl's Thanksgiving retreat.
Luckily, we didn't have to be totally celibate. While many asked few were able to follow through with meeting. Hey it's a holiday weekend. But those we did.....lots of fun!
Nine inches of snow Wednesday and early Thursday night. All the walkways and driveways were cleared where I live by 6:30. The roads were dry when I headed to the train station around noon.
I'd brined the turkey the day before and made the stuffing, fresh cranberries and pumpkin pie. Yes, a traditional meal for sure. One that LuLu said she actually preferred. NO green bean casseroles thank you! Instead, fresh brussel sprouts steamed and then sautéed in bacon, tossed with Regianno Parmesano. Mashed potatoes with garlic. LuLu made a delicious gravy. And my family traditional dish, Scalloped Oysters.
Big fat gulf shrimp, cheeses and crackers with a Veuve Clicquot, then a big martini and finally a great pinot noir. We dined and wined ourselves well.
Tuesday I'd spent my whole afternoon getting new tires, a battery and an alignment at Sear's. Their service department is a challenge as it seems every crabby old guy works there. And hates it. Still, the mechanics did a good job and I went on my way after 3 hours. Then it was on to the movies to see Mockingjay. I've loved this whole series, books and movies.
The snow began late Wednesday morning and I was very glad I had new tires. But the day was something else. Every weirdo, time waster and the local gendarme called to try and arrange a date or pretend to do so. Finally a pre-screened gent made it through the door around 5:30, braving the snowstorm. We're made of tough stuff up here in the Northeast.
We had a glass of one of the Gewurtztraminer's I picked up on my wine tour in September and retired to the playroom. He's accustomed to a weekly rub and tug but he told me that although my donation was much higher than that it was a world class location and experience. I smiled and said, "and that's what it's supposed to be. You deserve the best."
The storm continued and the snow was still falling as I hit my pillow. Thanksgiving morning was a wonderland. The temperatures had dropped and the snow was sticking to the bare branches and the dark evergreens. Absolutely breathtaking!
On Friday, LuLu and I bundled up and walked the mile around our complex in the cold sunshine. It was a picture postcard of winter.
So we girls have had a lovely 3 days. Had some naughty fun and caught up on all the news of our lives. She'll be back for those of you who couldn't "get away" this visit.
Here's a little funny courtesy from LuLu.
DICK PIC 101 ADVICE FOR DATING CIVILIANS
1. If a gal wants to see your dick she will ask.
2. If you're not sure if a gal has asked for a dick pic, she hasn't.
3. Your dick is not magical and a woman is not going to fall in love with you upon seeing it.
4. Dicks don't make most gals mindless sex obsessed zombies like boobs do most men. (present company excluded)
5. Dicks don't photograph that well...just saying.
6. If you want a gal to like you engage her brain and her heart.
7. I promise that if a gal likes you she will BEG for a dick pic but you'll ruin your chances by sending it before then.
GENTLEMEN, PRACTICE SAFE DICK PIC!
Luckily boys, most of US gals, you know who I mean, do like all the above if you follow through with a date. Just be safe and don't send a pic ever.
Life is good. Especially when there are plenty of dicks.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
11/24/2014 - The End of An Era
Hello My Boys,
And girls who read this. This is just a shortie. Tonight was the very last episode of Agatha Christie's Hercule Poirot on PBS's Mystery Theater.
I feel like I just lost a dear friend. Seems silly doesn't it? But in a world of crummy programming and reality tv Mystery Theater was a bastion of civilization in a world that is becoming increasingly uncultured and ill mannered. After 25 years of impeccable portrayal of the little Belgian Suchet will be sorely missed.
Rest in peace Hercule and thank you David Suchet. You've given me/us so many hours of joy.
And after a new hot friend today that I totally clicked with, it was a very good day.
Life is good. I'm most thankful for those small little pleasures that come with it as well as the thunder boomers.
Love and Hugs,
PS...pardon the wrong dates on my last update. I knew you'd figure it out.
11/23/2014 - A Chuckle
I hope you are enjoying this weekend before the madness of Thanksgiving week. When you've had enough family time don't forget a little "trip" to Home Depot is a good excuse to escape.
One of my friends shared this;
"Good pussy ain't cheap. And cheap pussy ain't good."
There's nothing else to add.
Life is good.
12/22/2014 - Winter is Here
Hello My Darling Boys,
I's gray and 36. A whooping 18 this morning at my sister's just south of me. I drove down to attend an Open House decorating thing with her last evening. Spent the night and then we went on to help an acquaintance of hers determine how best to liquidate his mother's estate. Since my son is his roommate I got to wish my oldest child a happy birthday and drop off a little gift in a Hoops and Yo Yo card. He'd forgotten. Swear to God.
We did not have the piles of snow Western NY received, thankfully. I know I'm sure not ready for that. If I can throw on a warm coat, scarf and gloves and walk out the door without shoveling I don't mind winter. Thankfully, where I live now, I won't need a shovel. They do it for us. I also have covered parking for my wheels. It won't be a repeat of the last two years of shoveling my car out every snowstorm.
Saratoga was a great little city but parking in an alley behind my apartment was not a bonus in the winter. The city didn't plow it. Thankfully, I was in Florida for most of that mess last year. I had enough moments while I was there to last me a long time. So glad I don't have to do it again.
The squirrel battle continues for those of you who wrote and offered advice. I've replaced all the seed with Safflower so the squirrels hate it. Unfortunately, the little pigs hogging the feeder drove the birds away. It will take a few more days for my birdies to return.
One of the funniest sights this week was a flock of Canadian geese trying to cross the frozen pond out my back door. The alpha goose led, tip toeing across the ice. The rest carefully following. It was a very humorous parade but they made it without a slip or fall. The animal kingdom is pretty amazing!
No smoked filled fires in the apartment this week. One visitor had requested a romantic fire but I did not comply. Wasn't taking the chance and he asked so last minute I really didn't want to rush anything. I lit the candles.
I know I'll have to get over the possibility by lighting one again. I know why what happened the last time happened. I just don't want to waste the wood on only me. I'll get it cranked up when LuLu comes to visit this week for Thanksgiving.
YES we are doing doubles over the holiday. Just not during dinner. And if you are alone and we've met you may join us for dinner. No appointment required. Just bring some great champagne and what you drink. I'll supply the rest. 24 hour notice expected. Call me if you'd like to share our Thanksgiving meal.
A package arrived the other day from LuLu. Her beloved Herredura silver, 2 bottles of Veuve and a great bottle of Pinot Noir. If nothing else we will wine and dine well!
Hopefully, a little sumpthin, sumpthin will complete the holiday festivities. She'll be here Thursday noonish until late Saturday afternoon. I will probably have dinner around 5 or 6pm.
My annual Friday after Thanksgiving start the decorating for Christmas will begin on Sunday. I know you're so sick of hearing this but I love this time of year. I love putting my tree up and trimming the house. I'm only going to be in Florida a week so I want the place decked out for the holidays. Of course, LOTS of red. Everywhere.
Gets ME in the mood and YOU are the beneficiary!
It was a little quieter this week but I had friends visiting from 33 to 83 and there was no grass growing under the latter's feet. Some absolutely exceptional moments with all. Especially one Thursday. You know who you are. I'm a very lucky girl.
Life is good! But one can never have too many orgasms. Come on by!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
11/15/2014 - A TWO Thunderboomer Week
It's a nippy 27 at the moment. We had our first snowfall two evenings ago, late. A dusting of the powdery stuff was on the lawns yesterday morning. We've finally had that hard frost and I'll be tossing ferns and plants later today. It's time to clean up the patio.
Everywhere I go the stores have decorated for Christmas. Really? November 1st. That is almost two months until Christmas. I can understand folks shopping early as they try and budget their purchases but do we really need the remnants of Halloween and the appearance of Christmas at the same time?
We are a materialistic nation. One whose whole economy is based on retail sales and instant gratification. Oh, you know I like to shop as well as the rest but mine is an adventure to find the best bargain. I love paying next to nothing at yard sales for things for my home. Now I don't need another thing. And if it goes out of style, well I'll do something to make it over and use it again. Yankee ingenuity even for a fashionista.
I'd be very comfortable waiting until after Thanksgiving before the Christmas trim goes up in the stores. I used to love shopping those last two weeks before Christmas. There was a buzz in the air and an excitement about the holiday. Remember when they used to have Men's Nights at the upscale stores?
I won't get into the real meaning of it. This isn't the place. Although the sermon this past Sunday reassured me that God loves us all. Prostitutes, tax collectors and sinners. Yep, direct quote. While I digress with this line, I almost fell out of the pew. And smiled inside. I already knew that.
Continuing, I don't have to have the latest Iphon or computer. I'll wait until the gadgets I have give it up. I still haven't set up Amazon and Netflix on my Smart TV. That's how much it really matters. My car is approaching 130,000. It's lovely not having a payment. Since I've always kept up the maintenance it should make it to 200K. It's my thinking I might keep it and park it in Florida someday. Leasing something for up north. It's been a faithful means of transportation. While I've always missed the Z350 it never would have made it to this point.
I'm finally refinishing the dining room set I bought for $100 last spring. It's a Chinese red. Yes. As my Sis exclaimed, "Oh, La La!" The red was supposed to be the undercoat with a French white on top. Bits of red peeping through. But I kind of like the bold statement in the black/cream/gray décor in my place. The chairs are already done and a French white with a black and cream toile. I know your eyes are now glazing over. This gives it a pop. I think I'll leave it like this for over the holidays. I can always change it after. Just a little labor and paint. Reuse, repurpose, redo.
I've always been stimulated and aroused by the color red. So, for fall and winter, I've used little bits of it all over my apartment. In the playroom, it's more than a pop. There's a lot of that sexy red that I love. Truly looks like a den of iniquity. Which is my intent.
I'm wandering all over the place today aren't I? But one thing I have not forgotten were not one, but TWO Thunder Boomers this week. Oh, I always have smaller O's. Thankfully. The Thunder Boomers take time. And are always orally induced. For those who love dining I'm the beneficiary. Thanks boys!
What will this weekend bring? Not sure. A little fun later this morning. Then I need to find squirrel baffles for my feeders. They've taken over and driven the birds away. Little brazen rats in disguise. They sit right on the bar of the feeder that is supposed to close and drop them off. They look me in the eye right through the window. I've stopped having my coffee at the dining room window. I have NOT surrendered yet. Worst case, I go back to all safflower seed. They hate it.
What do I like? Kir Royales in front of a fire. Sexy jazz in the background. Lots of candles, low lighting and long, slow kisses. A tiny bit of tongue at first. Lots of lips. Then, as the passion deepens and my partner knows what the hell he's doing, more tongue. Hot hands caressing and encouraging. Clothes flying, skin against skin and lips, tongues everywhere. Then the world disappears for a while and two become one. One of life's greatest gifts.
And life is good. Enjoy your weekend my sexy friends. I know I will.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
PS....LuLu is here from Thanksgiving afternoon until Saturday mid-afternoon. Plan ahead.
PSS...Are you alone on Turkey Day? No where to go? If we've met....you have an invite to join LuLu and I. Just bring a bottle of good champagne and whatever you like to drink. The rest is my treat. The food and the company will be great. Call to secure a place at the red table.
11/08/2014 - My Battle With The Squirrels
It's cold. 45 and heading to 39 at sunrise. I purr with delight every evening when I jump into bed. I have a heated mattress pad. I just LOVE it! Of course, I turn it way down or off just as I doze off to sleep.
Life's small pleasures really. Those are the things that really make life lovely. At least for me. That first cup of really good coffee in the morning. Looking out my dining room window at the bird feeders. Wait........not lately. Every time I look out there is a freaking squirrel defying gravity and hanging upside down or clinging to the tree trunk to steal my birdies food.
My sister even bought a squirrel proof feeder for me. But they don't know that. I put it up last weekend and have watched them help themselves every day. Yesterday I went to a wonderful nursery on Route 7 and paid big bucks for a double shepherd's hook holder. I put it in the middle of the yard, close to my window, and moved the feeders.
It wasn't 10 minutes and those little f-----s were hanging on the feeder. They climbed right up the metal pole. One of them jumped from the fence around my patio to land on the top of the hook.
I was not happy. There is plenty of natural food in the environment and they are just lazy pigs. I don't want to look out the window at a glorified rat eating all my expensive bird seed.
My sis and I compared notes and nothing worked. Finally in a fit of genius I dumped a few ounces of olive oil into a small bowl, added tabasco sauce and red pepper flakes. I tore off a hunk of paper towel and went outside and greased up the metal poles of the shepherd's hook.
It wasn't 2 minutes and the little pigs were back. What happened next made my day. They started up the feeder and went flying off into the air. They couldn't hang onto the greased pole. They tried it again. Same hilarious results. Then one, jumped from the fence and landed on the top of the hook, only to go flying because his claws and paws were all oily.
I jumped up and down in delight. They are still out there eating the remnants of fallen seed on the ground. That I don't care about. Round one goes to me.
Later me sister sent me a You tube video on squirrel proofing the feeder. The lady spread Crisco and red pepper flakes on a sheet of waxed paper, mixing them together. Then she spread them on the metal stands. Same result. The last thing I had texted to my Sis this morning was, "I'm going to buy some Crisco." It's wonderful when a plan comes together.
And you were hoping I was going to titillate you with tales of CUMMING. Well, I did that too this week only less times than I'd prefer. Election day scared the bejesus out of everyone I'd say. Although the results are hopeful. Enough of that.
Things didn't start to pick up again until Thursday. Today....NADA. I can't believe I'm sitting here on a Saturday night....horny...with no prospects of getting lucky in sight.
Oh well, it's football season. We girls know you all disappear when college and NFL football is in full swing. I even rolled up my ad titled, "Anneke Van Buren * I HAVE A TV and a Remote * Football Naughtiness." Then in the body of the ad, "Exceptional Plays between the Plays."
Still I had a great day. Hair day, shopping, lunch out, more shopping, a nail repaired with Big Apple Red. a great in home Yoga session and meditation, a big Ketel One martini and a movie.
It's looking like I'm going to have to get my favorite porn online later and use the vibrator. Hey, a girl sometimes has to take matters into her own hands.
I've discovered St. Germain so I have an after dinner cocktail of Ketel One and that right now. Lots of ice and 2/1. Yummy!
All snuggly on a cold fall night. Life is good.
But I don't want too many more snuggly night's alone boys. Pick up that phone!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
PS....I think I'll be in Saratoga Tuesday for the night. I want to go to a munch and I have all the yearly Dr. appts. the next day. Sounds like an excuse to party in downtown Toga doesn't it? Yes, I'll be hosting.
11/02/2014 - You Cannot Make This Stuff Up
This was the first weekend with a nod that winter is just around the corner. We must have had a little frost last evening. My sweet potato vine looks like Old Jack gave it a little kiss.
I've recovered from my non-profitable trip to NYC. Thankfully my Albany friends have called and visited. My somewhat psychic Sis was right. I should not have gone. But I did get to meet Gina DePalma and hang with LuLu. Not all was lost. I'm going to listen more carefully to Sis from now on.
Thursday evening my slave boy came to visit. I had a meeting scheduled with my new tech guy at 10pm after his work got out. But slave boy beckoned and I couldn't work out the timing. I rescheduled my tech appointment. I have the makings of three new folks to film with in the works! All hot and young.
I'd purchased new beautiful opera length Italian leather gloves and they had finally arrived. He could not wait to feel them on his body and cock. If you haven't figured it out, he has a serious leather fetish.
As usual, I left the door unlocked and waited on my "throne chair" in the living room. I'd left his collar and leash in the bathroom, his dog bowl on the kitchen counter for his drink. (Hey, this is what HE wants.) He had written during the day to say he was having a work day from hell and so needed to be dominated that night. And tied up!
Instead of our usual makeout session after cocktails, I did not kiss him when he knelt at my feet. Patting his head, I asked him about his day. And said, "so you NEED dominating and being tied up, do you?" "Yes Mistress," he replied.
I lead him into the bedroom, placed him face down on the bed and fastened his left arm to the restraint, tying the remaining length of rope to his left ankle. He wasn't going anywhere.
I fastened a ball gag around his mouth and got out my strap on. I found a new smaller sized attachment for my Doc Johnson harness. One that most can take. The last one I bought is even smaller but just doesn't work properly. They have to fit tight to my body. After all, I need to be able to control what I do with my strap on cock.
I made him get up on his hands and knees, no small feat, hobbled as he was and mounted him from behind. He loved this new tool and moaned with pleasure.
Finally, he said he wanted to please me. Up until that moment, we hadn't kissed. I wanted him to feel truly dominated and starting with a make out session hardly achieves that. I had been very methodical with him to that point.
He's a world class kisser and that is enough to get me in high gear. Not to mention how he makes me feel as he gets between my legs. Holy Moly! The Goddess becomes the sub and the power is exchanged. Totally cool. Once again we exchanged roles and I used a vibrating toy before he mounted me. I do enjoy his serving me!
Friday I had a massage, ran errands, did some power shopping and got ready to head to my lovely dinner. Sometimes you just have to catch up. Especially because my weekends always seem to be busy.
There were no trick or treaters where I live and while my place was all decorated for Halloween and Samhain I was not in the mood to get dressed up and fight the amateurs and the drunks on the road. I dressed subtly sexy, sky high sandal booties with my leather tights and off I went. A little wine, dinner and a fab jazz trio. No one was in costume and when I mentioned to the bartender that I'd thought about wearing my custom fangs he said, "I would have loved it!" What a fab evening!
Saturday was no exception to fun as an old younger friend came a calling at 9am. I roll that BP ad up Saturday mornings. I've learned there are a lot of people visiting the Capital District on the weekends and that sometimes their S O is gone for the weekend. While the cats away the mice DO play. Or some are coming back from way Upstate or Vermont heading home on Sunday afternoons to NYC/NJ. Whatever the case, weekends are not the time to goof off.
A new friend called Saturday afternoon. He had the voice inflection and personality of a wet noodle but he screened ok. Still, I felt uneasy. Something about his lackluster response didn't bode well.
But I still pulled all the stops out. Candles all lit, lighting adjusted, music on, hair and makeup full glam. Cleavage galore. I even lighted a fire to enhance the mood.
Only about 2 minutes before his arrival the fireplace backed up and smoke started to pour into the room just as he pulled up and came in. I was not relaxed about this but tried to explain, apologize, welcome him and pour him a beer. All the while trying to get the damn flue open. Smoke was everywhere, I'm apologizing more, the smoke detectors are going off, he pulls them down and he now has that deer in the headlights look.
Thankfully, the smoke has not gone into the playroom and I've opened the doors and windows to air out the place. I suggest we go in the warm and smoke free play room. I'm in the playroom calling him but I realize he's no longer there.
He's run out the door and made a mad dash for his truck. I see it tearing out of the parking lot. Of course, I realize he freaked and rather than say, which would be understandable, "Anneke, I'm out of here. I'm not comfortable." He hid tail and ran.
Well you know I called him and you know he didn't answer. What a pussy! I did leave a message to that effect but also apologized.
Back in the smoke filled place I finally got the flue unstuck, turned the air on, opened all the doors, windows and cleared out the smoke. And....called the next friend who was coming by later.
I asked if he'd like to visit earlier and lucky me, he did. He said the place wasn't bad and we managed to have ourselves a wild time. He did agree the guy was probably scared the fire department would come and "catch him in the act."
Did I handle things correctly? Probably not. But it's water over the damn and his personality wasn't any better when he got through the door. See....ALWAYS TRUST YOUR INSTINCTS! I should have just said that I was busy. Sometimes a little white lie is the lessor of two evils.
It's been a lazy Sunday. One called about a possible visit and another definitely wanted to visit on his way back to NYC from Lake George. Yeah, I am THAT close to the Thruway exit. It's great for all of us.
He was young, adorable and very tall. I poured us each a glass of Josh, chatted a bit and he showered, meeting me in the playroom. Round one and we had a little pillow talk time.
Finally, I asked, are you ready for round two? He said he was and mentioned all the strapons hanging on Goddess's wall shelf rack. He'd never partaken. I asked him if he'd ever had a prostate massage. No was the answer so I gloved up, lubed up and broke his cherry. He was a natural and when I inserted two fingers he groaned even more. I said, aha, I think it's time for the strapon.
On his hands and knees I got him ready and mounted him. He was in heaven and I rode HIM TO COMPLETION. Ha,,,I know how you feel.
PBS...Mystery Theater, lots of hot weekend sex, good food, booze and shopping.
Life is good.
Your VERY Naughty Mistress/Goddess/Girlfriend,
10/29/2014 - The Legend Gina DePalma
It's my last hour or so in the city. As usual, I've decided to put a positive spin on this visit and life, despite my previous rant. That's me. It got worse but thankfully I wound up being able to cover expenses. I won't be back here for a long time to work.
But I will hop on the train in Rensselaer and head down to the city for the day. This trip was totally worth the time as I finally met the infamous and legendary Gina DePalma. Queen of New York Porn and the Texas Rub down.
LuLu is a straight forward and honest person and so it's no surprise that she and Gina have become friends. Gina is another one of those folks like us. Say it as it is. Genuine, frank and so funny. She is an absolute delight and a genuinely stunning woman. ery, very smart. High Cherokee cheekbones and an exotic look. She's a big gal and heads turn wherever she goes. If you get to NYC and have never met her, this is one of those Bucket List items. Of course, once you meet her, you'll probably want to do so again.
So I realized that this trip was about connections. And friends. Those who were gentlemen and showed up were absolute hotties. I guess I got the best of the best and the rest stayed home. Although I can't wait to get back to little Albany and my guys there. YOU are the best! Too bad I can't combine the best guys all in one location.
Hop onto to my Twitter page. Annekenordstrum. My hottie friend yesterday afternoon took a dynamite pic. I love it. I think you will too.
LOTS of leather and a hot, hot time. Phew....I'm getting horny just thinking about it. I had to put a pillow over my head when the BIG one hit. Thunder Boomer of the month award for sure sugar!
Life is good. Let's hear from you Albany friends. I'm not planning on going anywhere until Tampa, Dec. 19th.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
10/28/2014 - Rant About NYC
Don't read this is you don't want to hear me bitch. But do if you want to understand what we have to go through on tour. Especially in NYC.
I was almost completely booked, 2 weeks out. Still, some time here and there but feeling decent about the prospects. Until the cancellations started. And then the 2 hour no shows. And others. Car accidents, deaths in the family, family emergencies, meetings ran late, I was too tired after a hectic day, ad infinitum. Every excuse that is usually used showed up.
At $400 a night for a room, parking for the car, gas and tolls to get here, not to mention meals this is an exorbitant place to begin with. Then add no business and the cavalier attitude folks have and it's an insult. And absolute rude insult to those of us "working" girls.
I can't be angry with those who told me they couldn't make it. Ahead of time. But those who purposely set a date and then purposely don't show up really frost me. It's just plain mean. Just remember those of you who did this, karma can be a bitch too.
The phone was ringing off the hook on the way down but I asked folks to call back later to see if my appts had confirmed. Of course, they didn't call back. The mentality is all last minute, can I see you in 20 minutes. When it's someone I know I say yes. And then it's "well, let me call you back to be sure." Only to disappear. WTF?
Why in the hell would you call and ask for last minute when you don't know you have the time? What is wrong with these people? Would someone enlighten me?
It's not just me. I heard second hand about a WELL known porn star that she had 6 no shows. And it's the talk of the boards on TER. I actually wrote to my psychic wizard Alexx to see what was going on.
I'd had a really great reading Sunday with him and I felt tremendous positive energy as I saw the skyline of the city. It was almost overwhelming as I drove over the GW bridge. I thought, "Wow! This is gonna be great." NOT!
So, I'm going home tomorrow after I go to the Matisse exhibit at MOMA. LuLu has a membership and she's getting me in. And a hottie I have real, sizzling chemistry with is visiting this afternoon. Add an old friend who stopped by last night and the ones I HAVE played with have at least eased my libido if not my bank account. I'll be lucky to break even.
And I left good old provincial Albany behind for this? NYC might be the "greatest city in the world" but not for this gal this time. You're getting too big for your britches NY. You've lost your manners and your courtesy and you used to have them. I'll take my Smallbany any day of the week.
If I return it will be appointments with deposits up front only. And pigs can fly.
I awakened in the aftermath of a sizzling hot dream. I was making out with this really hot chick. That's a first. It's usually men in my dreams.
It's an absolutely glorious day in the city. I had a fabulous if not outrageously expensive pedicure this morning. RED shellacked toes. I LOVE getting my feet rubbed and pampered. Hint, hint. My hottie will be here at 1. I may meet LuLu and Gina DePalma for dinner. And there's still later this evening and tomorrow morning for fun in Manhattan.
Life is still good!
Love Those Of You Who Show Up,
10/26/2014 - Where Did The Week Go
It's Sunday morning and I'm having a lovely cup of coffee. It's a dreary day. Dark, rainy, 48 and piles of leaves are everywhere. Another harbinger that winter is lurking just around the corner. Even the Canadian geese have left for warmer climes.
Still, on a little detour through my old high school neighborhood's yesterday the sun was shining. These modest little neighborhoods still had beautiful color. The lawns neatly trimmed, pumpkins and mums on the front steps, it looked like fall hadn't progressed yet. I smiled.
I almost drove down the street of my school to see if there was a game that afternoon. But I had promises to keep. And miles of errands to run before I could keep them.
I finally found a parking spot at Trader Joe's. I'd heard they had unsweetened Aloe juice so I was making the trek. I found it and some small little frozen lobster tails for dinner. Add brussel sprouts that I would roast with garlic and a little feast for myself would happen that evening.
I've established a little weekend routine it seems. Either Saturday or Sunday I head to a little local tavern that has been there for decades. Some of the best home style Italian dining in the Capital District. Sans frills. The bartenders are pretty or handsome, depending on the time of day, the customers are regulars and friendly and it's inexpensive. They know your name. Add huge portions that I take home and have for one, sometimes two more meals and it's a bargain.
I usually stop at Macy's for their preferred customer sales too. It's amazing what has happened in the retail world. With a tiny bit of patience you don't have to pay full price for anything any longer. There's always a sale somewhere.
Except at the Chanel make up counter. I needed some things and it's the only place in the whole of that store that the reusable coupons don't apply. Oh well.
I bought some new foundation and a sizzling red lipstick to match my fingers and toes. I'm wearing Big Apple Red these days. Hot stuff!! I snagged a red Michael Kors sweater with fringe around the cowl neck too. Yummy!
Of course, you usually don't see me covered up to here and down to there. Fashionably of course. I AM a clothes horse. It's most always down to here and up to there. I know I don't have the world's most perfect frame but I do know which assets to accentuate. Trixie and Boom Boom and those long legs. You can always find something nice about someone can't you? :-)
Wild West Kelly and I had a good week. She, like LuLu, is a personality plus and a hard working provider. Who loves what she does. It was fun sharing her with my friends. She said she enjoyed you too!
I brought Kelly to the train station on Wednesday morning and headed east. It was drizzly, windy and cool. The color had faded from my last trip.
Once in downtown I checked into my boutique hotel. As I've mentioned, I splurged, expecting a little upscale treat for myself. Boston is redoing the sewer system so the street was torn up in the Financial District.
As I walked into the tiny lobby I found my room was not ready. No worries. I would have lunch while I waited. Believe it or not I had a crummy Cod sandwich in Boston. I couldn't eat most of it. Ah...no worries again but as I headed back to the hotel I found 50 teenagers crowding the reservation desk.
I sat in the lounge waiting for something to happen. The desk was supposed to call when my room was ready. No word. Finally, I walked to the desk and told them I wasn't part of the group and could they check? It was ready. They'd been overwhelmed by the size of the group and I guess, paralyzed.
I headed upstairs to see my upscale room. Except it was anything but. Oh, trendy décor, but tiny and underwhelming. And I spent what for this? If my foot could have reached I would have kicked myself in the butt.
I'd awakened too early that morning so I took a little power nap before I had to head to the Meet and Greet. At 5, promptly, my old friend Mr. Fisher texted. He was here.
I headed down and he wanted to dine in the hotel lounge. Big mistake. But meal completed we headed to the soiree. It was SO good to see old Boston friends I've known for years. We're all getting older and creakier and life has interjected in many unforeseen ways. Some not so wonderful. But hugs around and tales to tell was the reason I drove 160 miles in the first place.
We meet in the upstairs of a Boston Bah. Yep, that's how it read in the invite. A little Boston humor. In fact, the lumbar pillow on the chair in my room had said, "Wicked Smaht" Another Boston saying.
All those Irish have a definite influence on Boston's sense of humor. Definitely wise ass!
We smoozed and canoodled until around 9:30. I'd been invited to an after party but I was wilting. That 4:30 in the morning awakening and the long drive was taking it's toll.
I slept in the next morning. Had an awful and expensive breakfast in the hotel lobby and hit the road. I was going to take a detour to Sis's instead of heading home. Her fellow was part of a hilarious charity event that evening. Nothing like seeing grown men dressed in drag to raise money for local organizations that need help.
Am I sorry I went to Boston? No, it's always worth while to keep connections going. Even though the few dates that had pre-booked cancelled and the hotel was a big disappointment. I achieved what I'd hoped for. Seeing old friends and making some new ones. And letting them know that I'm not dead yet.
I headed back home from Sis's Friday morning. It was going to be a catch up day so I did not roll up any notices I was back.
Saturday was a busy, busy day after the BP notice went up. I was a busy, naughty girl. Today, I'm packing for Manhattan. While my family is worried I am going, (Ebola and Terrorists) I leave in the morning Monday and have lots of promises for fun. We'll see if they are kept. Back Wednesday evening and this may well be my last tour of the year.
I MIGHT sneak in a few days in Boston in December. And I might not. Otherwise I'll be at Chez Anneke keeping the hearth warm, the champagne chilled and the sheets hot. I'll keep you posted.
Life is good!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
10/212014 - Rain Go Away
Hello My Darling Boys,
It's 52 and raining. One of those YUK days that are on the bottom of my list. Whether in the Northeast or Florida. The rain is bringing down the leaves in vast numbers. It's almost depressing to think we'll have no leaves on the trees for 6 months until I realize that rebirth next spring leads to another glorious fall. And another free art show from nature. It's all good.
Wild West Kelly has been with me since Saturday. I picked her up at the train station Saturday morning. We've had a couple of fun threesomes and she's had some private encounters. Other than that, it's been on the quiet side for me.
Tomorrow I head to Boston and a little social occasion that my old friend will accompany me to. I'm looking forward to seeing old friends and making some new ones.
I've splurged on the hotel this trip. Stepping away from my favorite chain where I accumulate travel points to one more luxurious. It's one night only and it's for me. Wherever they are in the world they are upscale, trendy, great bar/restaurants and fun. Not snobby like some of those "other" 4-5 stars out there. I'm looking forward to that too. Then I'm stopping at my Sis's to spend Thursday evening with her to attend a charity event.
Next week I am bopping down to Manhattan for two nights. So far, it's looking busy but we all know how things are in that city. I'll count on what is planned when my friends walk through the door. LuLu will be available for doubles too.
So what else is new? I'm reading a very interesting book called The Big Leap. It's about how we put limits and blocks on our success in life, relationships and finances. I'm not too old to learn new tricks despite what the old adage says. I'm all for continued happiness and success!
After NYC I'll most likely be in Albany only until I head to Tampa and my beloved friends in the nudist resort for Christmas. I'll be away December 19-26. That will be a nice respite.
Will I return to Florida for a longer sojourn? Probably but I'm not sure yet. If I can be busy and stay warm where I am I might wait to head down the end of February, beginning of March. My Sis is thinking the same, staying on the ocean somewhere close by. Winter is long up here so not returning until April doesn't guarantee that Spring has blossomed yet.
In some respects April is a very frustrating month. Spring is lurking around the corner but the weather is still damp and chilly. The leaves are not out on the trees and it's too soon to plant anything. But every once in a bit a nice day pops up and we're hopeful the long Winter Solstice is coming to an end.
If I'm busy in Florida I'll stay there as long as it makes sense. Lauren and her S O head back to Europe the end of April so I want to have some time to spend with them and my other friends.
I need the freedom of being nude and the kind of variety and kink that the resort offers. Albany is very conservative. My little foray into the world of BD/SM in June went no further. While I was interested in learning more, they were not interested in teaching me. No harm. I get it. I'm not a true Domme and I'm certainly not a sub. I'm an anomaly in that world. And I am perfectly okay with that. But that little visit did open my eyes and help prepare me for the subs that seem to be coming my way.
My slave boy visited me Friday evening. I found a new local hangout for dinner/drinks/entertainment and while he wanted to visit that night, earlier than usual, I told him I was heading out. He asked if he could join me. I said yes and he said, "would this be like a real date?" I replied yes again. He was beside himself.
So I decked myself all out. More than I would if I were heading there on my own. In that I mean, if I'm going out on my own I keep it more subtle. No big cleavage, scaled down attire. This time I slipped on a red coat dress, trimmed in leather, low cut and shorter. Black stockings and my black patent peep toe Louboutin's.
The folks at the restaurant were genuinely happy to see I'd returned and told me I looked great. (Hey, we all like compliments from our guys and civilians alike.)
I had just ordered a glass of red wine when I heard a voice to my right, "Is this seat taken?" It took me a second but I realized it was my boy, dressed nicely and looking very handsome. The hostess walked by and said, "Well, who's this?" Obviously she thought so too.
We chatted like a normal couple but turned on, knowing what was ahead of us. No touchy feely stuff in case someone who knew him saw him there. He ordered a drink and my dinner arrived. I shared a bit with him and by then the Jazz ensemble had begun.
The perfect setting. An elegant place, my favorite music and my submissive lover next to my side.
I left first to prepared the candles and change. I am always decked out in as much leather as I can. He loves it.
In a few minutes in walked in the open door and into the living room where I was seated. I said, "Have you forgotten something?" He is instructed to go straight to the bathroom, strip and put on his collar and leash every time. He said, "Sorry Mistress."
A couple of minutes later he crawled to my side. I patted him on the head and then he went into the kitchen to make our cocktails. His, poured into a dog bowl. (This is what HE wanted._ It still amazes me but it is what pleases him.
Now perhaps you can see that it IS the sub who is in control. Topping from the bottom is what they call it.
He told me that he wanted the evening to be about me. I told him I wanted him to please me several times. And he did. A cunnilinguist of extreme ability! A bit later the double headed dildo came out and I moved it back and forth between us.
The day before I'd had another friend visit with his furs. A little wig on him, exchanging and wearing each other's furs while he rubbed himself on the silky furs. Fox, mink, faux beaver and snow leopard until he had his release. Thankfully he wasn't a dripper. Kinky? Yes. Fun? Absolutely!
Life is good and never boring. Especially when you can have multiple orgasms.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
10/13/2014 - A Day or Two Late but NOT a Dollar Short
Good Morning My Sexy Friends,
It was an absolutely gorgeous weekend in Upstate NY. Cooler, sunny and Mother Nature showing us all of her beauty. I just love it! I enjoyed it instead of updating the journal. So here's the Monday morning replay.
Some of you might remember that saying above growing up. Those of you who are younger might never have heard it. My mother had a zillion of them. Most of them hilarious. She was a genuine character. Yeah, yeah, I know, the apple didn't fall far from the tree.
In fact, as many of you have remarked, I'm a straight shooter. In years past and perhaps still too often, I'll tell you exactly what I think if you ask me. No bull----. After all, you did ask.
My spouse used to wince and some of my friends would roll their eyes. Alexx, the wondrous Albany wizard, suffers in silence at the track. Although, I am more circumspect now.
It's one of my "faults?" Or is it? You know exactly where you stand with me even if you really don't want to hear the truth. And then I realized, I didn't know any better. We were surrounded with this attitude in our formative years. My grandmother, one of the greatest ladies I've ever met, was the same. We learned by example.
My grandmother was blind. And yet you'd never know it when you walked into her immaculate four bedroom enormous flat. Not only did she keep it spotless and perfectly organized, she raised African violets from seed, made artificial flowers from wax, took in paying borders and cooked every meal.
She never went anywhere outside that flat. The sunlight gave her pain. I suppose her known world, where everything was in it's place to support her blindness was more comforting than venturing out.
Every summer I spent two weeks there. I was doted on, catered to and loved. Totally accepted for who I was. I can remember the two of us sitting down at the kitchen table, polishing off a bowl of cream cheese and olives with a pack of saltines, her smoking her unfiltered cigarettes and just chattering away like magpies. I SO loved her and my grandpa.
She passed away at 62. She was an OLD 62. She looked in her 80's when I think about it. But that was how it was then. I never realized how much of an influence she had over my life until I went to a seminar years later. During our "discovery" time we were asked who were the people that were the biggest positive influences in our life. Sadly, it wasn't my parents. Instead, it was my grandmother and my piano teacher. Both, loving, accepting women.
So I will relate this little story. A few weeks ago I was driving through the little city near Schenectady where Grandma and Grandpa lived. I drove by their apartment. Pulled over and parked. Their apartment was upstairs. I've dreamt about it often over the years. I just wanted to sit and look. But the downstairs tenant was going in the front door and I got the evil eye for doing so. I drove on.
I drove around the little town, recalling happy years past. I drove back past her home and as I drove past I asked out loud, "Grandma, I wonder if you're proud of the woman I've become?" A block further and my car filled up with cigarette smoke. I knew she was there and my eyes filled with tears. To my mind, that was a yes, I am proud of you. She loved me unconditionally and still does. Isn't that the way love should be anyway?
Why did I relate all this? I was reading about how one can take acting on gratitude in our life a step further. I do that little gratitude list every morning. 10 things I'm thankful for. The suggestion was to take it a step further. To write, not email, to those who you are grateful for in your life.
She and my teacher were two. Since they are both gone I will write my gratefulness to them right here. YOU, my friends, are many of the others. Everyday I write on that list that I'm thankful for this profession and you. If I've met someone new, I write their first name.
It's changed my life and I'm finding it's taking directions I never imagined. Especially in this avocation. It's like the windows of blessing have opened again. I have been greatly blessed and I thank you and am grateful for you.
Another one of my friends has asked for sensual domination. Something he's never done before.
I've mentioned those little "sessions" here. That's what they are called in the BD/sm world. I've done that purposely. Calling out to the Goddess/Mistress in me and letting you know she is available for you. And that new adventures are possible if you've ever been curious. It's now about pain. It's about surrender.
One young friend came to visit Saturday. He's a dom. Or at least he thinks he is. He's from a part of the world where men dominate women and not always in a good way. He tried that with me our first visit and I set him straight. Un-unh bucko!
So I was totally surprised when he asked me to tie him up Saturday. Well, lickety split I did so. And I added the spreader bar to his feet. Then I took out the furry padded blindfold and proceeded to use various devices to touch his body. Also my fingers for some ball scratching. Some he liked and moaned in pleasure. Some he hated and said it hurt. Well, he was a whimp so I eased up and took the blindfold off. He said, "someday I want to do that to you." Never!
And I said to him, "you're really nuts to let someone you don't know very well do this to you." That was after I untied him. Frankly, he'd NC/NS on me the last time he wanted to see me so I found I was enjoying his discomfort. He wasn't in any pain. He just did not like NOT having no control. But he wanted to experience it and he really didn't like it. ~~~evil grin~~~ I guess I'm more of a domme than I thought. LOL
This is kind of long today so come back later to finish this if you have to get back to work and earn a living.
For those of you who don't, read on. This last week was a doozy. On Monday I drove over to Boston/Waltham for a little tour. The color was pretty but still not a peak. I knew I'd have to be careful. It's before elections. Remember that guys.
One of my long time friends and film partners wanted me to squeeze him in for a half hour. I HATE half hours. Especially on tour. It just does NOT look good in a hotel having folks bopping in and out in 30 minute increments.
So he excepted the fact and made a beeline over. He's a good looking young guy and he surprised me by saying I'd made him a better lover. Wow. As a reward, I let him go where he's never gone before. Yes, you get it. And of course he loved it. We chatted, had an encore and he showered and rushed back to work.
I headed out for a nice seafood dinner and then back for a evening romp. After the drive I was ready for my pillow and a great night's sleep.
The universe brought me hotties during the day. Those slightly or very kinky folks that I love. Enormous chemistry with both playmates. Whoo Hoo! Lucky me. I headed out to a Berlucci's for an early dinner. I had to drive downtown to visit with an old friend from NJ who made the trip up from a business call in Hartford just to see me.
He's a doll and we met in the hotel bar for a cocktail. Then upstairs for fun. We had a long romp so the cocktail was well worked off by the time I had to drive home. It had been a vigorous and naughty day. And I had to drive to NYC in the morning.
What? That wasn't on your calendar Anneke. I know. As I was waiting at that hotel bar LuLu texted and asked what I was up to. In Boston, awaiting a friend. She said, "Oh, never mind then." But I texted back and to make this story short, I agreed to drive to the city the next day to have a 3some with one of HER friends. He was a very generous man so I was happy to make the trek.
That was until I hit the Cross Bronx Parkway. I know, I should have taken the Cross County but my GPS wasn't cooperating and I wasn't sure of that route. Still, despite my anxiousness in traffic, I arrived on time.
Our playmate was already at her place. I gave him a quick hug and showered and changed into my sexy, long dress. The Elvira one.
LuLu poured me a glass of wine and we all got cozy on the couch. He didn't know what or who to touch next. A little make out session and we headed to the boudoir. Undressing, I had on a low cut rhinestone trimmed velvet bra and a sheer full black garter panty also trimmed in rhinestones. Black stockings and my black peep toe Christian Louboutin stilettos.
He was overwhelmed by being surrounded by two Goddesses. LuLu is 5'11". Me, 5'9". We all kissed and I crawled between his legs. He rock hard. She commented on his state. As I took him and proceeded to rock his world it was only a few short couple of minutes before his release. I chased it with a gulf of red wine. LuLu and I proceeded to relax, thinking we'd have a pillow talk time before round two. I was there for 3 hours and he was staying overnight with her.
To our surprise, he jumped up out of the bed and starting dressing. He said, "please don't be offended ladies, I really need to get back home via the 5:30 train." And gave his reasons. I replied, "Here's an offer. I'll be back Oct. 27-29. Let's do this again, gratis." Lulu, piped in her willingness to join in. I mean, REALLY, how could I do anything less? If he takes me up on my offer, cool. If he does not, I offered but I hope he does. :-)
He left, we high fived and I said, "girlfriend, I'm taking YOU to dinner." We got changed and walked to a great restaurant overlooking Columbus Circle. Since I still had to drive back to Albany, a substantial yummy gourmet grilled cheese sandwich and thimble full of tomato soup accompanied my Jack Daniels Old Fashion.
It was the perfect seat, 5 stories up overlooking the Columbus statue and Central Park. It's at moments like this that I remember why I love NYC.
We walked back, engaged in more girl chat and I walked next door to the parking garage and headed north. I was home by 9:45pm having driven 360 miles that day. Needless to say, I was worn out and I slept until almost 9am the next morning.
But all the day's driving and effort and the Boston tour had made my financial outlook much brighter. An excellent adventure and lots of fabulous leaf peeping on the way down. The colors had heightened in just two days.
My sis popped in for a brief visit Thursday afternoon to bring me a Halloween door wreath she'd made for me. It says, "Enter If You Dare...Something Wicked is Inside." We had a good laugh about that. Folks HAD dared that day.
I've been busy catching up on errands and seeing friends since I returned. Another massage on Friday morning and a chill out day to recover from it. I'm feeling much better. Being in the car so much did not help but my new gal is getting me back to where I was before the trip and fall 3 weeks ago.
It's a new and exciting week ahead of me. I hope yours is also. Life is good. Be thankful for every day the universe brings you.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
10/10/2014 - A Short Rant
If you don't want to hear me bitch, tune in tomorrow when I do the REAL weekly update. XXX's
You and I both know THIS is no strings. That's why you dip your toes in these waters. No risk to what you have even though you think or really don't have enough...for you.
We don't own you but we do like to think we're a little special. Just a little.
However, every once in a while one of you exchanges this all too familiar dialogue. "Hey, Anneke, I've missed you, or I've never met you but I'd like to see you at such and such a day and time." I reply, "Thanks for thinking of me, but I'm not available then. I won't be in town or I'm "tied up." Pun intended. Don't get that picture in your mind. It will NEVER happen. I do the tying.
The dialogue continues without a split second passing "Oh, well, who else do you know" as I get kicked to the curb. Or they hang up....immediately. Yeah, that's exactly what it feels like. Next!
It's my opinion that most providers have an extra shot of testosterone in comparison to civilian women and that is why they are able to compartmentalize and not become attached like men. I'm pretty sure that's true since I've added extra myself with the bio-identical hormones. It has changed my attitudes and temperament in many ways. However, we are still women. And we do want to feel just a tad special.
Get the point? Fake it a little and act disappointed, have a little conversation before you do the unsaid, "NEXT?"
I still love you all though!
Life is good. It was an exceptional week and you can hear about it this weekend if you care.
Your VERY Naughty AND Egotistical Girlfriend,
10/05/2014 - Fishnet Bodysuit
I thought that title might get your attention. Add a aqua lace bra under it with a short quilted leather skirt over it and platform ghillie tie black heels. Of course, huge earrings. Got the picture?
I'm waiting the arrival of a playmate soon. I rolled up that "other" advertising place this morning and it's looking like a very busy day. Thankfully it's a reminder to old friends that I'm still around. I'm extremely picky these days with you know who ramping it up before the elections. It's not going to be any better after either.
Enough of that. I've enjoyed being back in my place and sleeping in my own bed. And romping in the playroom bed with my playmates. There's a lot to be said for the comforts of your own pad. I have the candles just where I want them. The lightning all set. A decent sound system and a fully stocked bar. Both of those are difficult on the road. Not to mention heavy to lug around. I just don't. It's too much.
Add a fully equipped "gentleman's bathroom" and it's a very comfortable place to visit. Yes, there's soap, body wash, deodorant, shampoo, conditioner, mouthwash, toothpaste, toothbrushes, fresh towels and a big tub/shower. My last place had a phone booth for a shower. I always hated it.
Now the trick is for some of you to USE the soap in the places that matter when you get in the shower. Washing off with just water doesn't kill bacteria. Hint, hint! If I go to the expense to have those grooming aids for you please use them.
My, my, I'm off to a negative start aren't I? That wasn't my intention for this weekly update as it's been a good one. It's been a great week.
Yesterday I had a massage with a new masseuse and after lunch headed up the Northway to peep at the leaves in the Adirondack Mountains. Only the further north I drove the vibrant color seemed to disappear. Oh no! It's great at home and the reverse should be true. The further north should be at peak. But it was not. Mother Nature is tricky like that some fall seasons. So I got off the Northway in North Glens Falls and headed North and East toward Rutland. I hoped Vermont might be better.
Sadly, it was not but I realized I was acting spoiled. Most would give their eye teeth to see the beautiful display that was available. I think I probably wasn't ready to be in the car again after the long rides to Western NY and back.
Friday, back at home was a relaxing evening and no visitors.
Okay...seque back to where I started above and the fishnet bodysuit. Saturday was a different story. An old pal stopped by late morning. Then another wanted to visit around around 2. A little break in the action and I ran out to pick up laundry and do a little retail therapy. As if I hadn't had enough the week previous. But I've been looking for a new trench coat and I found it. Less than half off after the sale discounts were taken. (Think nothing on under it but beautiful lingerie and stockings. A pair of high boots or stilettos when you walk through the door.) I picked up some new thigh hi stockings and headed home. I had to get back for another playmate at 6:30.
My libido was raring to go and I had my share of fabulous O's. But by 8ish I was ready to chill. Moi, believe it or not, was worn out.
NCIS has a whole bunch of old shows on Saturday night. Just what I needed. A pizza from Inferno, big glass of Josh and being a couch potato. I turned down more fun. I'd had enough.
This morning, Sunday, I awakened after some crazy dreams and as I bounded out of bed, realizing I needed a little sister time. Coffee, a banana, some aloe juice, pick up the place, fix me up and out the door I went. It's only an hour south.
I gave my Sis and her S O a big hug and she made me a cup of Earl Gray. I added lots of honey that was fresh from a farm up north.
We're both painting our cherry dining room sets. I started first but since I can't have the place torn up I've had to do mine slowly. I've completed my 6 chairs. She'd finished the table first, stripping the top, finishing it with Tung oil and is now painting the chairs with French chalk paint. My obsession with all things French in décor has rubbed off.
I still have to do my table but that can wait until after the Boston/Waltham tour this week. With all kinds of new resources we surfed the net for instructions and how to's. My little gray cells were spinning with new things I want to try. I have to finish the table and do my big dresser in my bedroom. And I'm thinking of all the projects I want to redo.
As you have probably figured out, I kept bored with the same ole, same ole all the time. While I love my home, I need to get away every once in a while. Loving it more when I return. I get tired of the same décor and need to switch things around and accent with new colors.
I love fashion. Out of date fashion is not my thing. In clothes, shoes, boots, hair, make up, you name it I like staying up with what is new. Of course, I have to tailor that for a woman my age. It would be ridiculous to try and copy something that would be hot on someone younger. One can be fashionable, sexy, classy and appropriate in public. Now, in private or at the nudie resort it's a whole different story. I have a whole closet of inappropriate but elegant clothes. Truthfully, some are just plain slutwear. Just as it should be. :-)
The same thing applies to men. I like variety and can't imagine being a partner to only one guy. No matter how fabulous he was. NO one person can meet all the needs in your life. In my opinion it's unfair to expect ANYONE to have to do so. Plus, he'd probably want me to retire from being Anneke. I'm the only one who is going to decide that. So, I stay very single. Coming and going as I chose, even though there are moments when I'm a bit lonely.
They never last for long. I have a great life. Fabulous friends in this biz and in my personal life and the wherewithal to pick up and go whenever I want. Shop when I want, dine out, save and plan for the future without someone else telling me what it should be and most importantly....be naughty often!
Life is good. Perhaps someday that special someone will drop right into my lap, sent by the Universe, but even if he doesn't, life will still be good.
No strings works both ways my temporary boyfriends! Doesn't it?
Love and Hugs,
9/28/2014 addendum - Older Is Better
I don't normally update the Journal twice in one day. But after the last phone call my "juices" are running.
Of course it was an unknown number so I declined it. But the brave soul left a voice message. No forwarding number of course. Coward. I hope you read this and are ashamed of yourself.
It started out with "who was I kidding, 59?" And a big long lecture on how I should be honest about my age, I'd had a face lift but I looked good, blah, blah, blah, stop lying, men liked older women. 59 my butt." Hung up.
Well, no sh-- Shakespeare! All of you here know I'm not 59. There isn't an escort on the web who admits to their real age. Why? Because it's a double standard world. And because we always get accused of our photos not being real, more blah, blah, blah and MOSTLY because if we admitted our real ages you wouldn't believe our photos were recent and real anyway. It's a catch 22.
If you ask me what it is, I tell you. But I'm no marketing fool. I post an age most people think I am. I know exactly what would happen to my business if I put my real age up. NO one would believe that I look like I do in my photos. You ALL tell me I do and most of you say I look better in person. I know how this works. So I fudge it. It's been a long time since anyone complained about my age. And he didn't do his homework. He didn't read a damn thing in my advertising and on my website. Buyer beware! lol
I admit I'm a GILF. You can google me and it's out there. Yes I've had a facelift. I had it almost ten years ago. And I'll probably have another. And yes I have injections. My boobs are real. Untouched by the knife, nothing added! Thank God. But in case you are shocked, every single girl in this business does the same and THEY start in their twenties and thirties and have spent tens of thousands and done way more stuff then I could ever dream of.
Why? Same thing. If they admit they are not 29, instead of 39 you start complaining. Or 45 instead of 55. You want the maturity but you want us to look 29. Or in my case...45. Impossible! I have to save for my eventual retirement. I couldn't do so if I was putting every dollar I made back into my face and body. So you'll just have to put up with some wrinkles, sagging under arms and a tummy. I do the best I can with the resources I have and the gym.
You are meeting a flesh and blood real person. One with wrinkles, cellulite, varicose veins and the war wounds of life. Not a made up, manufactured Barbie. I know younger girls in this business and they are a wreck worrying about getting older. The hell with that. It's going to happen. YOU all are getting older and most of you sure don't go to the trouble to stay young.
It could be argued we offer a service so we should look our best. And I do. But I'm not going to spend my life worrying I'm not perfect or young anymore. I'm just going to turn the lights down low, light the candles and help you have the time of your life.
If knowing I'm older than I say bothers you, don't call. Or close your eyes and pretend.
How about a little poll here? All of us admit our true ages? Or you just not worrying about it as long as you are very happy with what happens between two consenting adults?
I'd be interested to hear what you have to say. firstname.lastname@example.org 1.continue to fudge it Anneke I could care less 2. post your real age I could care less
Of course, if my business tanks posting my real age are you going to pay my rent? Probably not.
Life is still good.
9/28/2014 - Wined Out
I'm in Binghamton now. I had a lovely ride over through the Southern Tier countryside from Ithaca this early afternoon. It's unfamiliar but very beautiful country. Folks don't realize that New York is a VERY big state. Okay folks from Texas, don't puff your chests out and start bragging. NY is still a big state in comparison to most. And so diverse. From Long Island ocean front to tall Adirondack Peaks, rolling farm lands, two great lakes, the St. Lawrence River, beautiful little quaint towns and the greatest city on earth, New York.
For those of you who have forgotten your Earth Science the Finger Lakes were created with the retreat of the glaciers during the ice age. It looks like a giant hand reached down and many fingers scooped out the 11 lakes in the Finger Lakes chain. High rolling farm land dips down to deep, long lakes to form a beautiful picture. The vineyards are spread out on the slopes of each lake at water's edge, benefitting from the warming aspects of the water and the lake mists that cover the grapes each morning as the day begins.
Most of the folks in Ithaca, in the middle of nowhere, 30,000 though, work for Cornell University and Ithaca College. Or farm or grown grapes and make wine. It's an interesting city about the size of Saratoga and very similar in nature. Greatly influenced by one of the top universities in the country. In other words, a very classy little city.
My drive down yesterday morning from Rochester to downtown Ithaca took two hours. All countryside and tiny little quaint towns with speed traps. It took forever. My inaccurate Google Maps directions and an uncooperative GPS made me 10 minutes late to meet my tour group. I'd called to give them a heads up and our very cool guide was unperplexed. No one else seemed to care either.
I was unprepared for the make up of the group. All upscale folks from Pennsylvania, Westchester County and New Jersey. One group of 4 beautiful young gals having a girls out weekend. You boys would have drooled. Our guide was a cutie and a personality galore.
It was nice to be around folks like that. Well dressed, well spoken, polite and smart. I really get sick of folks all looking like the Walmart disasters and acting like inconsiderate clods. These folks had made an effort to look sharp even though we were loaded on a big van and tooling around the countryside. All were well mannered and considerate.
Am I snob? Probably.
We went to 4 boutique wineries. That means they bottle less than 5,000 cases of wine in a year. All of them hand pick their own grapes or buy them from other vineyards close by.
Add the beginning of leaf peeping season, high and dry 70's and it was a day to die for. It was about 25% of peak. So a tree ablaze amidst a sea of still green was a treat and a delight. We have sugar maples in the Northeast. That's why it's so beautiful.
Our first tour we tasted 4 wines. Three whites and a red. The Finger Lakes are known for their Reislings, Gewurtztraminer's (one of my favs)and whites generally. Since this was a private tour the owners of each winery conducted our tasting.
I won't bore your to tears but at our second stop we had a pairing lunch. Fabulous and the chef's had been on Chopped on the Food Network. Need I say more?
We ended the day at Damiani and a chocolate pairing. Yes, red and white wines also with chocolate. My favorite pairing was a Gewurtz with a fabulous orange chocolate. In fact, I bought each vineyard's Gewurtztraminer. I'll have a tasting for me and my Sis and her beau one day soon. They love it too. Since they are hard to find in the first place it's even more difficult to find great NY Fingerlake's Gewurtz's. The Finger Lake climate is very similar to where they grow this grape in Germany. The taste is also. I wasn't the only one who loved them. Made me smile.
But at the end of the day, I'd had enough wine and had a casual chain restaurant light dinner with a Stella. I was still walking around in circles this morning with the combo of riding and drinking. Not drunk or hungover but vertigo from the imbalance in my inner ear from riding not driving. It happens to me sometimes.
I have a new friend visiting tonight and I think I'm going to cut this tour short and head home tomorrow. Sadly I'll skip the new masseuse in Syracuse but a great 15 minute neck and shoulder massage at the nail salon this morning helped immensely. I've gotten the message from my body. DO THIS ON A REGULAR BASIS GIRLFRIEND!!!
As with all travel, it's always good to get home. Or at least it should be. In my case, I'm can't wait to get back to my own digs and my own boys. I'm a lucky gal to live where I'm appreciated and cozy in my beautiful nest. My younger slave called Friday night, thinking he'd visit. Ah....I'm not there. Hopefully soon.
Life is good. I've had a slow, relaxing and great week on tour. Not a money maker but still good. Home sweet home is a lovely thought.
Love and Hugs,
9/26/2014 - I AM Bored but Feeling Fabulous Darling
It's a gorgeous day here in Rochester, NY. I'm staying at a new type of Hilton chain. I hate it! The bed hurts my back, only two pillows on the bed, cheap shower and soaps, no automatic opener when you enter the lobby so you have to hold the door open and haul in the luggage.
The good part is that I can. Even two years ago forget it. And it's only $80 a night. That's all it's worth in my opinion.
I had a really fun date last night. He an has effervescent personality and brought a great bottle of New York State wine. And....and very passionate nature. Great kisser, great....well you know. We had a blast and Lake Anneke was overflowing!
Otherwise, it's been quiet this week. But my instincts have said "don't see anyone you are not sure about." One of my first callers for Syracuse on Monday was you know who. How do I know? My screening turned up a job resume. Law enforcement listed on it. How stupid can you be?
So I had very few dates. But I found a kick ass masseuse that I'm am making a detour for next Tuesday when I head back from Binghamton.
I'm getting ahead of myself. Why would I need a masseuse? Because last Saturday, walking into the playroom, I caught my left heel on the area rug that is over the carpet. I went down like a felled redwood tree. To my knees. There was nothing I could do to stop myself and as I knelt there I prayed my knees weren't broken.
I could hardly move and the impact had rattled my body from my knees up through my hips, spine, neck and head. BOOM!
An immediate ice pack on my left knee as bruises were already welling. I stretched but have skipped the gym the next few days, getting tighter and sorer. Driving to Syracuse on Tuesday I knew I was going to have to either 1. get an adjustment or 2. get a therapeutic massage.
Before I'd left I'd done a Fall Equinox ritual on Monday wishing for several things. One was health. The others I'll keep to myself. After I lit the candles, read the wishes out loud, said a prayer and burnt the list I took the ashes outside to bury them in my planter as instructed. I walked in the back door and BAM....I felt this tremendous surge of energy through my midsection, chest, heart, throat, head and out through the top of my head. Tears came to my eyes it was so overwhelming! Holy Moly! I guess the ritual had opened something up in me despite my physical soreness. It was an awesome and beautiful feeling. One I had no idea would happen.
My fabulous Albany psychic wizard Alexx had instructed me to do so. He said his ears popped when he did his list. Yeah, I'm most definitely a believer. Too much has happened to deny it.
So I found a masseuse in a Syracuse chiropractor's office. I told her what had happened and this tiny little gal set to work. She knew her stuff. Starting on my left shoulder she worked her way down until we found my left hip was the culprit. Then crossing to the right side, worked down again until she reached my inner lower right leg. She started to massage those bound up muscles and I began to feel warmth travel up into my right groin and hip with the energy flowing out and up my back, chest, neck and up through the top of my head. Yep, the energy in my body had been blocked and she had released it.
I felt fabulous. Better than I had in a long time. So although Syracuse was a break even situation for biz I found the reason I was to go there. Despite the 4 cancelled dates.
On to Rochester, with my first date cancelling on the way. I said to myself, "why did I bother coming on this tour? I never do well in Western NY. I should have not left Albany." But then I realized two of the cancellations in Syracuse had said, "see you in Albany." Sometimes you just have to move to let folks in other areas know you exist. It was marketing the old fashioned way. Get in the car and go. Sort of cold calling. LOL
To be fair, the main reason I headed west was to visit New York's Finger Lakes Wine Country.It's been on my bucket list for a long time. I know, it's not world reputed but they do have some good wines and it is a hugely popular destination at harvest and in the fall. And just beautiful!
So tomorrow morning I meet my tour group in Ithaca and we have lunch, visit four wineries, have dinner, get dropped back off and everything is taken care of for one very reasonable price.
Even though I'm slightly bored I'm getting lots of retail therapy and leaf peeping while awaiting some naughtiness. I'm really excited about tomorrow's visit to Ithaca and the Finger Lakes vineyards.
You know me, if life hands me lemons I make lemonade. It's just my nature. Plus, nothing terrible has happened. I'm not wearing prison orange. And they WERE lying in wait for me in Syracuse. I didn't even put a BP ad up for Rochester. Enough is enough.
I've met some lovely folks. Had some great O's. Traveled through beautiful Upstate New York in the beginning stages of color. Found a fabulous masseuse. A great hair salon. Dined, drunk and shopped well and gotten exceptionally well rested.
Life is good!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
PS....Binghamton Sunday-Tuesday am. Back in Albany late afternoon. WALTHAM/BOSTON NEXT WEEK! What a beautiful ride that will be. Pun intended!
9/21/2014 - On the Road Again
It's been a lovely, busy, fun week. Moving to the Capital District was the right decision and I'm very happy here. More than I thought possible.
I'm close to everything. It's conveniently accessible for my friends and I have a gorgeous place. Most of all, I'm healthy and horny.
I thought about what I wanted to share today and looked back at this past week. I realized that most of my visiting friends were either submissives, cross dressers or Goddess worshippers. The universe seems to be sending them my way. Of course the more "straight" friends have stopped by too. Variety IS the spice of life. I love it all!
My darling slave boy came to see me Friday night. This time he didn't undress and crawl into the living room. He came in and we shared a kiss. Out to the kitchen he headed to make our drinks. We had a few sips of our adult beverages but found ourselves quickly locked in a hot make out session.
This boy can kiss! And I LOVE kissing. It got hotter and hotter and hotter. I have a little love bite mark on my neck. I asked him to leave it.
His fingers finding new places to tease. Me, almost out of my mind, (remember I said almost) with passion. We sipped, talked, kissed and fondled.
I headed to the boudoir, he to the bathroom to undress and don his collar and leash. I'd been wearing a lacy sheer body suit, with a black velvet bra studded with rhinestones, a short leather skirt and thigh hi boots. Big jet stone earrings.
I slipped off the skirt because the body suit was completely open between the top and the attached stockings. That and the boots stayed on. They drive him insane.
He entered the candlelit room and our passion reignited. He is a master at DATY! His fingers replaced his tongue and all went in. I moaned during every intense and delightful moment, reveling in his skills.
He always expresses a fantasy of what he would like to try next. This time, the bigger strap on and I put him on his knees after warming him up with my fingers. We'd stepped up in size and he loved it as I took him.
I reminded him that he'd asked we experiment with a double headed dildo. One end in my pussy, the other in his ass. It's huge.
We sat, facing each other, he leaning back as I covered each end with a condom and lots of lube. While I wash and use alcohol on all my toys I always cover the ones that penetrate. One cannot be too careful in this respect.
His eyes widened when he saw the size of the thing. It's black and 18 inches long. I began my insertion of him and then eased the other end into my pussy. Rocking back and forth and with my hand on the middle of it I was able to simulate a stroking motion. He moaned and squirmed against it.
I like the real thing best so I removed my end and began inserting his deeper. He loving it even more. He couldn't believe he could take it and still enjoy every stroke.
Finally I removed it and put him on his back. Using my fingers, tongue and new masturbation toy, brought him to completion.
The bed was drenched. We were both complete and while we'd started out as equals the shift in power brought him back to submission. It's an amazing experience.
I have no need, nor desire to inflict pain, though some are aroused by it and so I am accommodating without being over the top. But I sure do enjoy donning that strap on and becoming the Amazon Goddess. In short, I taste and experience what men do each time they mount a woman. The increased arousal of a partner who loves that, arouses me more. You get it. It's hot!
Saturday morning was a worshipful time for my next partner. He was in heaven caressing each and every part of my body. He kept saying, " I love it, I love it." And when I reciprocated he still said, "I love it."
Yesterday afternoon was a day of running around, grocery shopping, picking up my laundry and changing the bed. Sis and her beau were having dinner and spending the night. I stored the hanging strapons in the closet. While Sis is supportive of me I know just how much she can take.
It was a warm evening so we had cocktails and appetizers outside. Dinner was roast pork and apricot sauce, garlic mashed potatoes and broccoli au gratin. Sis had made pecan pie.
After dinner, we went back outside to enjoy the still warm evening. Her beau and I lit up cigars and I poured after dinner drinks. We both enjoyed the smooth smoke, great draw and exceptionally long ashes. The longest ever for me. Finally, the weight took it off and the cigar was getting hot. I stubbed mine out. I knew I'd pay for it in the middle of the night. ACK...on your tongue. Thankfully I didn't have to kiss anyone. I hadn't had one in a long time and it's only fun for me if I can enjoy one with someone else.
I made a big breakfast this morning and after they headed south to home. I love sharing my home and my table with friends and family.
Life is good. I'm going gallivanting this afternoon after a couple of small errands. The back roads beckon.
Syracuse, Rochester, Ithaca, Wine Country and Binghamton are the destination this week. All of you who have asked me to return....I'm looking forward to our adventure.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend/Goddess/Mistress,
9/16/2014 - Advice for Newbies and a Refresher
I came across this on the Eros Guide this morning. Written by Maggie McNeil. She's the activist and author I had dinner with a few weeks ago.
I think it bears repeating for those of you who have partaken over the years. For those of you who are new, invaluable if you want to have the time of your life and be remembered with fondness.
The Gentlemen’s Guide to Dating a Professional
Gentlemen often ask me for advice on dealing with providers, and though there are a number of good essays and lists of “dos and don’ts” for clients available on the internet, I don’t think it hurts to add another one in order to give a broader view of what different ladies consider important. This is not a list of my personal pet peeves or things which annoy me in particular, but rather commonsense advice and warnings against behaviors which many escorts complain about when we talk to one another.
Just that simple; give a professional the same respect you would give to any other woman you date. Take a shower, shave, brush your teeth and cut your fingernails. Change into clean clothes and refrain from smoking in her presence unless she is also a smoker or has ashtrays available to signify it’s OK. Take care of every personal hygiene issue you can think of, even if you don’t think she’ll notice; most providers are very fastidious, and may be turned off by things you might not even consider an issue. If you have any sort of noticeable skin condition let her know, and if you are even slightly ill please take care of it before attempting to make an appointment; escorts do not have paid sick leave, and your bug could leave her unable to work for days or even weeks.
Be where you say you’re going to be when you say you’re going to be there.
If you’re going to an incall, try to be on time and call if you’ll be more than five minutes late; if the escort is coming to you, don’t leave to go to the store, the ice machine or the ATM when you expect her any minute. You should have done those things long before; if there is a real emergency just call to tell her so she can delay arriving for the time it will take you to get back. And if there’s a substantial delay which is your fault rather than hers, please don’t be obnoxious if she cuts the session a bit short; she may have other appointments and she didn’t force you to arrive half an hour later than expected. If you are forced to cancel less than 24 hours before your appointment, you should offer her a cancellation fee even if she doesn’t ask for one; she may have turned down other appointments to keep yours.
It’s never a good idea to arrive early and sit around in your car, or to walk around talking to her neighbors or hotel staff, or to drop by when you don’t have an appointment, or to leave notes at her incall, or to bring anyone else with you (or have anyone else present if she’s coming to you). It’s impossible for an escort to provide the discretion you expect if you don’t afford her the same courtesy.
Employ normal good manners.
I know proper etiquette is less common than it used to be, but c’mon guys, this isn’t rocket science. Just try to remember all the things Mommy taught you; ask rather than demanding, say “thank you” at the end, dress appropriately, take off your hat when a woman is in the room, etc. You’ll be surprised how much of a difference it makes in your experience.
Remember that we are businesswomen and that this is our business.
Different providers want their fees delivered in different ways, but they’ll usually explain that on their websites. Don’t haggle or otherwise embarrass her; just take care of the financial transaction right away in whatever way she has indicated, and then you can relax and enjoy the experience. When your time is up, don’t force her to ask you to leave; she may have other appointments or personal activities to take care of, and excessive delay may well inconvenience both her and other people.
Don’t ask rude, pointless or prying questions, or those to which you don’t really want to know the answer.
Though you may be nervous and at a loss for words when in the company of a beautiful woman you haven’t met before, it’s still not a good idea to attempt to “break the ice” by being nosy, school boyish or caddish. Remember, she may be nervous, too, and if you make her uncomfortable (even unintentionally) neither of you is going to have a very good time. One very common example is asking for her real name; providers use “stage names” to protect our privacy and to project the image we wish to project, just as actresses and singers do. Many parents burden their children with unattractive names, and it’s rather difficult to project an enticing aura when is stuck with a moniker like “Prunella” or “Hortense”. OK, that’s an exaggeration, but I’m sure you can see what I’m getting at; accept her professional name and leave it at that.
Just apply common sense and common courtesy…
Another example would be asking for an exact schedule of what will take place on your date. If you think back on all the social dates you’ve been on in your life, you’ll realize that when two people are alone together there are many variables which can affect their interaction; time, interpersonal chemistry, physical considerations and many other factors will make your date different from everyone else’s. If you do your research and choose an experienced lady with a good reputation, and then heed the advice in this essay when you meet her, you can trust that your experience won’t be extremely different from those of other clients; asking for a checklist will probably have the opposite effect, and may even cause a provider to refuse to see you at all.
Finally, refrain from asking about her personal relationships or the other gentlemen she’s seen, either in the past or that day. You wouldn’t want her discussing you with other people, so please extend the same courtesy to your provider and the other gentlemen who have met her.
Don’t try to turn her into a criminal.
Don’t ask her to supply illegal drugs or agree to other illegal activities, and if you do don’t be surprised if she hangs up on you and refuses to answer subsequent calls or emails.
Respect her limits.
Every provider is different, but all of us have boundaries which we’ll either explain up front or tell you about when you try to cross them. Remember how in high school a girl would move your hand if you put it someplace she didn’t like? It’s the same with escorts, and if you keep pushing you’re just going to upset her, waste the time you paid for and potentially end up with a bad reputation in the provider community.
Above all else, just apply common sense and common courtesy; treat an escort as you would treat any other businesswoman and you can’t go very wrong. You’ll be the kind of client professionals like to see rather than the kind we dread, and you’ll find your experience is much more rewarding and fulfilling because of it.
Article written by Maggie McNeill- author, activist and former
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9/15/2014 - Fall is Here
It was 42 in Albany this morning. I had to turn on the heat when I awakened. I have a heated mattress pad on my memory foam mattress so that keeps me warm at night. I start it out at 7 and turn it down to 1 for the sleep time. That little bit of heat seems to keep the creaky places happy. I don't like to wear anything to bed.
It was a great week. After a couple of shaky days, post flight, my good spirits returned. Saturday and Sunday morning I was feeling a bit down and I realized it was the adrenalin rush from the scare on the flight. And the realization again that we are mortal. I don't know about you but I'm enjoying life so much I'm not ready to leave it. Of course we don't get to chose but that's just how I feel. Thankful for every day.
The day before my daughter had asked if I'd contact my psychic, Alexx of Albany, for a phone reading. She had and I did also so she had a reading at 2:30. I stopped by the laundry and then dropped by his place to give him his honorarium. We chatted about feeling punky and he agreed, it had been the shock of the scare.
I've known him for years and I trust his skills implicitly. And I regard him also as a life coach and friend. A good person to have in your corner. He does read for men and women so I'd recommend his skills to anyone wondering what direction their future might take or if you have unresolved issues with those who have past. Day to day issues can take a new perspective after a reading.
Conferring with him, I've learned to lean even more on my own sense of intuition. And my gut. They are flawless indicators when I listen. Right now I'm reading a fabulous book that he has lent me about Chakra Therapy.
Last year when I took the Backpage plunge I opened my world up to new possibilities. When my friend advised the Gratitude List it opened even more and I'm finding that I'm in tune with the universe in new ways. Joyous ways. Ones that I want to experience and share in a healthy way.
Yesterday afternoon I went back to see Alexx for a reading again. There's been a lot of increased activity by you know who here and I wanted his vision and advice to stay safe. Screen, use my intuition as always and things will continue to be great. And I will. You should too.
I think it's fabulous that at this stage of my mature life I'm growing and changing as a human being. I've always felt that you grow old when you get stuck in the past and refuse to change. I'm excited about this journey for the remainder of the years I'm given.
Hormones throbbing, I've had a sexy week. One touch, one great kiss and my body is raring to go. I absolutely love the arousal that I feel always glimmering beneath the surface. Thankfully I don't lose my mind when it starts to encompass me.
I experienced some of that yesterday with a new friend. He was polite but cold in his contact. Easily verifiable so I shrugged off his distance. After all, this IS no strings. However, those of you who know me, know I love making a sensualnconnection.
As soon as he walked in the door and we sat on the touch he was grabbing and groping. And not with a lover's touch. It was obvious he wanted to get going. More than once I had to ask him to "take it easy." He said, "sorry, I'm excited." Yeah, that's a good thing but Trixie and Boom Boom felt like they were being squeezed into the mammogram xray machine. THAT is never fun.
He mounted me from behind and grunted and groaned until he completed. It happened again Mish with all the grunting. Thankfully those blessed hormones still had me turned on but it reminded me of caveman mating. Where the women were only there for their release. Well, HELL Anneke, what do you think you ARE there for? LOL Get over yourself.
Why did I relate that? Because sometimes a less than stellar experience helps me appreciate the more than 90% of you who ARE stellar even more. Would I see him again? Sure. But next time, I'll make him get in the shower before we begin. I'd asked him to take one and he said, "I'm good." After you've been riding in a car for 2 plus hours you are NOT! Food for thought gentlemen. While this is a service you need to appreciate that there are those of us who offer it and be fastidious for us. I have a guest bathroom just for you well stocked with gentlemen's items. Please avail yourself of it.
After, I freshened up and headed up the Northway to Toga. I hadn't spent any time there since I left. I wanted to stop in the Home Consignment shop, pick up some malachite and tiger eye at the New Age store, do a little Toga shopping and have dinner at my fav pizza place up there.
It's so strange. Saratoga is so affluent and yet friendly. There's always someone to chat with at a bar. Albany, not so much. Folks are a bit closed in. But that's okay. I make friends with the servers and bartenders. That's where I sit anyway so no problem.
There's a free concert at the Times Union Center this coming weekend. The Spirit of America. It's a military unit show and I love that sort of thing. Join me if you'd like. Just bring Kleenex. When they march out the colors I lose it.
Yeah...but it's all good. And so is life.
Remember, Syracuse, Rochester, Ithaca, Binghamton NEXT week. In the meantime, I'm terrorizing Albany!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
9/6/2014 - Second Home
I'm back home after my brief Tampa trip. You don't know how thankful I am that I AM home. But more about that later.
This is the first time I've gone back to Tampa and NOT gone to the Nudie resort. I just didn't have time. Between "visits" from friends, the doctor for my implant, the hairdresser, toes, nails, shopping and Bahama Breeze every night I didn't have time.
You won't hear any complaints. I enjoyed being in that beautiful city and took full advantage of being right on Tampa Bay. If you've never been, the south side of Tampa, South of Kennedy, is gorgeous. Big old live oaks, Spanish moss and gentile homes on shaded side streets. Then there's Bay to Bay. Spectacular.
I was out in Rocky Point. The old location for two of my beautiful Tampa incalls from 2003 to 2006. Then I bought the teeny, tiny condo in the nudist resort. I procured another tiny incall off Memorial but I was never home. On the road all the time. So after a year of paying for two places I gave up the incall and took my chances. Thankfully it worked out.
I discovered something very sweet this trip. Again. Just like coming home to Upstate NY, Tampa is home too. With all it's familiarity and fond memories, albeit shorter and without those ghosts of past relatives. My son lived with me for a while and my two oldest granddaughters are down there now. So I still have some family connections.
However, my true family is at the resort. Lauren and her S O were not there and all the gang had come in for the big Labor Day weekend previously so I knew no one would be around. Especially mid-week. Plus, it was hotter than hell and as usual, high humidity. I had no desire to bake and sweat in the sun. Best done with tons of sun screen in the cooler months for me now.
I got such a kick driving down those oak lined streets dripping with Spanish moss. Visiting my favorite stores and restaurants. Especially Ho Wao on Dale Mabry. Bahama Breeze was like going home. Many of my old bartender friends were still there. Even my old buddy Denny the guitar player. It's always sweet to see old friends.
In public and privately. But most of my visitors were new. And fun. Especially my last hottie, adorable, tall, Irish descent, single and wanting to do it again when I return. We'll see. A lot gets promised when gentlemen are turned on. I get it.
Friday morning arrived too soon and I awakened at 2 am, unable to get back to sleep. Finally at 4am I got online to find a Waffle House. Yeah, I love them. There was one right next to Westshore Mall. How had I forgotten?
A 5 in the morning I was ordering, scrambled eggs with cheese, grits, raisin toast with apple butter and a side of sausage patties. Not overdone please. Oh, coffee too of course.
It was a good as oysters and champagne that time of morning. The place was quiet and the girls were cleaning so no chit chat. That was okay. I was struggling from the lack of sleep.
Morning repast complete I headed back to my hotel. I was packed way ahead of time and I had to head to the airport at 9:45. A date-check friend was at the hotel next door, (he didn't know that) but there wasn't enough time.
I had an early lunch at Shula's in the Southwest terminal and a bloody mary so spicy and loaded that I couldn't finish it. In retrospect for what would follow, I should have.
We all lined up. I HATE Southwest's boarding process but I love their free baggage and hassle free attitude. I was finishing John Grisham's latest book, the sequel to A Time to Kill when the captain came on the loud speaker. He started with, "Well, I didn't expect when I started my day that it would take this turn. We are making an emergency landing in Baltimore. There is a strange odor in the forward cockpit." My heart went to my throat and while my life didn't flash before me, I did mentally grab ahold of myself and say, "it will be okay, we will be there in 30 minutes." Probably the longest 30 minutes I've experienced in a long time.
No one spoke. Everyone on the plane was dealing with the possibilities in their own way. I dove back into the book. Thank the heavens I had it and I was at the end where everything came together. I had a mental diversion.
Obviously everything worked out okay. When we landed in Baltimore Southwest had another plane ready to go for our crew. Just a little gas and a flight inspection and we were able to board.
Geeze....what an unexpected ending to a lovely trip. But that's life isn't it? It takes it's twists and turns and the measure of our character really is how we handle those curve balls.
I've been doing some thinking about what I really want from life since that happened. And it hasn't changed. Except for one wish. I'd like to reinstate the harem.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I want it all. LOL And why ahouldn't I? I'm a Goddess and a dominant woman. If I don't ask for what I want I'll never get it. Most of you know what I prefer. Single and younger are the first criteria. :-) NO attached men.
A front just came through and briefly cooled things down. It was exceptionally windy and now it's calm. Which means the air is going on again and the windows will get closed up for my new friend this evening.
The hormones have already heightened my libido. The last implant hadn't been depleted so there was no lull but now there are LOTS of them roaming around. I LOVE feeling like this. It's DELICIOUS!!!
Life is good!
Your About to Be VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
8/31/2014 - Two Hot Cougars
It's a warm but rainy day today in Upstate NY. My friend LuLu arrived yesterday morning. Our big plan for today was the track but the weather didn't cooperate. We're just chillin'.
But yesterday we had ourselves some fun with some old friends. Their jaws dropped when I opened the door and they saw two tall, voluptuous, beautiful women. Big smiles and hard equipment immediately.
I'm not a huge fan of doubles. A lot of girls feel like they need to be competing with you for "who is the better date" award. It's always been my experience that to share is a whole lot more fun. Especially two mouths on one........ Well, you know what I mean. LuLu gets it and is a perfect partner.
She brought female protection and the boys most certainly enjoyed the option of being free but safe. I'm going to stock more of them but frankly, it's not a lot of fun for me. I don't feel a thing. So unless you absolutely can't function with the usual we're staying to the tried and true. I want to have a good time too! Still, it was fun. She's absolutely great to share my friends with. Hopefully she'll return in the future.
We're both HGTV fans so at the end of a lusty evening we were content to watch our favorite shows. Today we got all decked out for a 11am visitor only to find he'd cancelled via a text that got sent to my BP number. Unfortunately, it shows up in an annekepleasures email and got missed.
After that fiasco, LuLu used her tech savvy to set up my phone to send those BP phone number texts to my regular phone number. Now I will see them along with all my other texts and I will be able to answer with the BP number.
Of course, it took forever adding the app, plowing through all the instructions but she got it down. She is the one who was instrumental in helping me make the BP transition. I've always been most grateful. It changed my life and opened my mind to other possibilities. Add the daily writing of a gratitude list and it's been a fabulous year plus since I took that step.
Undeterred by our plans being changed by mother nature we headed to Macy's for some retail therapy and some new lipstick. She found a maxi dress and a pencil skirt. Me...my two lipstick crayons and a new top that has bands of faux leather criss crossing it. Perfect to wear with the new quilted leather mini skirt I found Friday.
Then on to Ralph's for steamed clams and spaghetti with meat sauce. ONE Stella for me. I was the DD.
So we're back hanging home. TV time, afternoon cocktails in a bit, salmon on the grill and a salad and a relaxing night. UNLESS you call and want to play.
She's here and we're available until late afternoon tomorrow. Old friends, just call. New friends, eme or call but be prepared to be screened. Some things won't ever change but that just means we'll all be safe and not wearing prison orange. They are still a pain in the butt here and it's not going to get better.
My whole week was a great one and I'm looking forward to my Tampa trip this upcoming week. I'll be out on the Causeway near the airport. NOT in Pasco County this trip. Very limited availability so pre-book soon. I won't be back again until Dec. 19-26. Yes, a nude Christmas.
I will head up there this week. You KNOW I will. But I'll not have a lot of time. Doctor, hair stylist, Steinmart for fall wardrobe and of course, Bahama Breeze. Can't wait!
Life is good!
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
8/16/2014 - A Weekend Off
It's been cooler these last few days. It feels like fall. I'm not complaining. I like these cooler days.
I've had a lovely week. And added one more name to my private list of contenders for "thunder boomer of the month" award. A new friend too. Lucky me.
On top of that a wild assed outcall to Lee, MA the other night. I stayed well beyond my time. I was having just too much fun. In fact, I'm still smiling thinking about that hottie!
I finally finished my chairs from the yard sale dining room set I purchased in May. Lots of work, cleaning up the old stained finish and accumulated dirt. Sanding, priming, painting 2-3 coats for each chair. Then sanding again, distressing and finally a coat of finishing wax.
New chairs seats and they are looking great. Next I have to tackle the table and two leaves. I'm leaving the top a natural cherry finish but painting and distressing the bottom off white. Looks cool but still a LOT of work ahead.\
No matter. I love all this stuff as some of you who are sick of hearing about it know. Get on to the juicy stuff will you Anneke? Yeah, yeah, yeah. I will. But this is the life and times of Anneke in and out of the boudoir. So you have to read through the boring crap as well as the titillating gems.
Today I'm hanging with my dear friend who graciously gave me THE COAT two years ago. He's visiting for the weekend. We're going to the Trotters at the Racino in Saratoga tonight. Maybe the Altamont Fair tomorrow, weather permitting and then the flat track on Monday.
He's driving a 2012 S550 so I asked him if he thought a flat screen would fit in the trunk? My little Altima 2 door coupe would not fit a 48 inch boxed TV. I've been saving to replace my living room one and move the 32 inch to my bedroom. I've been comparing prices for weeks.
The timing was right. The salesman found the wall mount, the HD cables and one TV was left. On sale! Yahoo! We got to the register and he whipped out his credit card. "No, no," I said. "This is my deal." "Nope," he replied. "This is your birthday present." We had a little no, yes, no dialogue but in the end, it was a gift.
Now I have to corral my son to get it up. He's been working full time and it's been impossible to get my honey do list done. This I can't do myself. But I can wait until he can. It's a smart TV so I'll be able to get Netflix. You'll never pry me off the couch now unless it's to head to the bedroom.
So it will be a fun weekend. I'll keep ya posted.
Life is good!
Love and Kisses,
Thirty Nine Again - 8/10/2014
Hello My Darling Boys,
It's been a beautiful week and today is no exception. We had a little rain Thursday but it's generally been fabulous. Not too hot and cooler at night. One of the trees across my little back yard lake is starting to change color already. I'm afraid these are the last days of summer.
So what was my birthday week like? A study in contrasts for sure! GFE, PSE, sensual domination, sensual massage, dinner dates and some things I'll keep to myself. And then the birthday celebrations Friday/Saturday.
Tuesday I finally found a great nail salon where they don't shred your fingers. Wednesday I went to see my fabulous hair stylist. I love her.
I'm highlighted, low lighted, toned and glamorous. lol My longer blonde hair is now a variety of blonde shades. Past my shoulders and framed around my face. Love it!
On my way back from Sis's last Sunday I stopped in the adult store close to her home. It seems the Capital District is too conservative to have much for it's folks who desire the kinkier aspects of life.
I had a "fetish" adventure planned for Tuesday afternoon. My new friend had a desire to be bound and taken control of. I bought a new set of padded handcuffs, a masturbation toy, (something like the Fleshlight but less expensive). a stainless steel wheel with teeth,) a huge bottle of lube and a sexy catsuit. Woo Hoo!
Back home, old friends stopped by to play. It had been a great weekend.
The next day Monday, I stopped at the local Ace hardware for some nylon rope. I'd also picked up a decorative coat rack to hang all the gear that had been hidden away in my walk in closet. It was time for all that stuff to "come out of the closet." I left the skeleton in it. After all, everyone does or should have a skeleton in their closet. Some eyebrows raised this week when they saw the rack and the gear. Some smiled, some were worried. No worries. It's only for those who want it! I am not a dominatrix. Just a dominant woman. Big difference.
It was a great week. Two contenders for Thunder Boomer of the month award already. :-)
Friday evening Sis came up to spend the night. She was going to our high school's class reunion for her class.
She left late and got stuck in the huge traffic nightmare that happens every weekend on the NY State Thruway and Northway. I swear all of NYC and NJ heads north. The girls in the city complain the biz is slow. They are all up here. Hooray for me!
She took a side rode and strode in late, laden with an armful of yellow gladiolas, a bottle of champagne, a bottle of French crème de cassis, a strawberry cheesecake and a birthday card. She told me she was skipping the reunion. Her knee was hurting.
I replied, "Great! Time to drink! I'd made a Greek pasta salad with Key West wild shrimp. I had 3 bottles of Gewurtztraminer in the fridge. Girl's Night out!
We shared the wine, dinner and my birthday cheesecake and decided to watch a movie in. Without a doubt the WORST movie I've seen in many a year. She fell asleep during it. Lucky girl. I hung in there and it just kept getting worse. What was it? Noah. Yeah, really bad.
I gave her my bedroom and I slept in the playroom. I know she felt better about that. I loved being in the big king size bed with all my memories of the fun I have in there. In fact, I woke up in the middle of the night so aroused I had to get a toy. With naughty thoughts I was able to finish the task.
I awakened to the sound of Sis grinding the coffee beans. I'd set everything out the night before. We had an easy breakfast on the patio, watching the birds and solving the world's problems. She was going to the Co-op for fresh veggies/fruits/cheese and I decided to follow her over.
We loaded up our carts with goodies and sat on the bench outside drinking water and polishing off chocolate croissants.
Mission completed we hugged and she headed home. I'm lucky to have a sister who is a best friend and supportive of my life's choices! Many gals in this business have to hide what they do from their families. And friends.
The friends I hang with here know and everyone at the Nudie Resort do also. I've learned not to form attachments with people that I can't be my authentic self with. Then I don't have to lie. So my circle of friends here is small but that is just fine. Makes things less complicated.
My darling friend Mr. Fisher drove over for my birthday. He was bearing Veuve Cliquot so he opened it while I got out the champagne glasses. A little cassis in the bottom and we toasted to a wonderful night.
We sat on the patio, fresh bread and a fabulous triple crème brie and a buttermilk blue and champagne. Life is good.
On to Barcelona for dinner after sensual massages and fun. It was my second trip there this week. Another friend and I had enjoyed it Thursday night. The hostess remembered me and made us feel welcome. I'm sure she wonders,,"two guys in one week?" Hey! I'm single, why not?
This morning I made French toast from the bread from yesterday. French butter, Vermont maple syrup, fresh seedless watermelon wedge and uncured bacon. Yum!
Thank God I went to the gym yesterday and will head there later today. But first, Macy's is having a sale. I just might find that yellow hat for the track. I have two more planned days to head up before racing season is over. I could go more.
Check my calendar. I'm heading back to Tampa September 2-5. I need my Nudie fix/friends, hormones and maybe a little work to cover expenses. I'm staying out on the causeway if you want to visit. Can't wait!
Despite the horrible things that are happening in the world, life is good. Especially a year older! I feel blessed to live where I do and be safe, happy and healthy. Take care all!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
8/2/2014 - I Stand Corrected
Hello Darling Boys,
It's 70 degrees and overcast this morning. Perfect weather to sit on my patio, sip my freshly brewed coffee, (I grind the beans) and watch my feathered friends. These last few days the house finches have found the feeder. While the males are colorful to look act they are little pigs. They hog the feeder, male and female alike, and the safflower seed is disappearing rapidly.
Fortunately the squirrels don't like it. That's why I have it. But every once in a while they get desperate and come for a kernel or two. I hope it gives them indigestion.
Morning entertainment complete I tackled the continuing hassle with my bank account. I awakened at 7am yesterday and a text came in with an alert from the bank. Someone had gotten my debit card number and charged 2300 dollars in a matter of minutes. Two purchases in Singapore, the other in Paris.
After a long wait on the phone, problem resolved. Of course, now I had to head to my bank and get a new temporary debit card. Mission accomplished I yakked with the bank manager about this and other things of life. They are kind of nosey. How do I make my money, what do I do? I think it's more to point me toward their business services.
This morning I logged on the account to find one charge, the Paris one, still processing. Another phone call and now a claim has to be filed. Oh, it won't come out of my account but there is a debit while it gets resolved. GRRR!
It's been a great week. Busy, busy, busy for adventures polar opposites of each other. People too. One, a disabled young man that I've seen before. I had to drive to his home, get him out of his wheelchair, into my car, wheelchair in the trunk, back to my incall, where Sara met us, out of the car again, fun time, then the whole process reversed.
As I lifted him the first time I thought my back is never going to take this but....it did. Again and again. Three years ago this would never have happened. I could not have even considered such a physically taxing encounter. I said a prayer of gratitude.
And I sat on ice after I came back. Heat the next morning. My blessed Aleve and I am perfectly fine. Consistent weight training, cardio and stretching/yoga has made me stronger. And that testosterone implant. Just call me Wonder Woman! LOL
I met sweet guys, rude guys, in a hurry guys, guys who took their time and made sure I was happy. Returning friends always bring a smile to my face.
On top of all my activity the new Sheriff of the former county I used to reside in coordinated a huge sting. 21 gents, 9 girls. I saw the names of 12 of the guys and all the girls. At least 21 family lives are impacted and possibly ruined. For a misdemeanor. He's making a name for himself.
Thursday evening I had dinner with Sara, a friend of hers and a gal by the name of Maggie McNeil. She has a popular blog called Honest Courtesan and was on a book signing tour for her collection of short stories, titled, "Ladies of the Night".
Maggie is a sex worker advocate and activist and my brain was overwhelmed with the truth of what is really going on out there with this whole sex trafficking scam. And that's what it is. I have always thought Backpage was full of underage girls, pimped out and exploited. That the cartels were everywhere. Boy, could I have not been more wrong. Oh, yes, it's there. But it's minuscule in comparison with what law enforcement and the politicians would like us to think.
Now that drug arrests are down, penalties have been lowered and reversed our prisons are starting to empty. Yeah, you guessed it. They are going after us. They have elevated the world's oldest profession to the level of drug dealers. And they get away with it because NONE of you speak out. Oh, I get why but as long as you look the other way and hope you don't get swept up in this you keep quiet.
"When they took away the Jews, I said nothing. When they took away the Catholics, I said nothing. When they took away the Presbyterians, I said nothing. When they came for me, there was no one left to speak." All of this so called "crises' is an attack on the first amendment of free speech. Without that, we are lost.
One shining piece of good news is that she said the Save Act won't get passed. Wherever states have tried to enact it the lower courts have knocked it down. She also said Backpage won't go out of business for adult services. They will sue and win. I hope this is true because what happens there impacts ALL the places that allow advertising.
But all of us need to be careful. YOU need to do your homework about someone you want to meet instead of looking at a hot photo and leading with you little head and calling immediately. YOU all need to cooperate with screening. A law enforcement officer posing as an escort isn't going to screen. They are just going to get as many gents into their sting as they can. Fast.
Oh, there was much more but I don't want your eyes to glaze over. Read Maggie's blog. Look into why brothel districts in Amsterdam, in India, Australia, where it's legal are getting pushed out. Think, valuable real estate for developers. Don't believe what you hear on the news about the sex trade. If Hillary gets in office we're really screwed.
Whenever you go into a new city, first google, Prostitution Stings for that city. It will alert you as to what is going on.
Be careful and play safe. And speak up. Even one of my friends who is affiliated with LE was disgusted by this last sting. He grumbled, "it's a waste of time and resources." And I agree. What two consenting adults do behind closed doors is no one's business.
So, I stand corrected. What I thought was true was all smoke and mirrors. But politicians are experts at that sort of thing aren't they?
On a happy note, I haven't made my Saturday garage sale tour yet. Once I do I'm heading south to my Sis's this afternoon. If the weather is good we're going to the Drum and Bugle competition in Kingston. If not, we'll sit home and drink wine. So the Love for Sale sign is off this afternoon, evening and tomorrow morning. I'll be back around noon Sunday.
I'm thinking of a short 2-3 day vacation. But every place I want to go is either jammed with tourists or my psychic friend says don't go to. I listen to what he says. And he also says, be very careful right now. You too!
Still, life is good. My Wonder Woman back is holding up.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
7/27/2014 - Summer Fun
It was a busy, busy week for me. And the weather was fabulous. The weekend forecast was for a beautiful Friday and Saturday, showers on Sunday.
I headed to the track Friday.
It's less crowded and much more pleasant. Still plenty of people watching. One of my favorite things to do in life.
Of course I wore a pretty dress and a big hat. Sort of a Gucci/Pucci print if you know what I'm talking about. A huge airy black hat with some feathers. There weren't many of us but I had compliments left and right about the hat. Some people do enjoy seeing someone make an effort to dress well.
In my mind it's a measure of respect for the traditions of the track and respect for myself. When you can't be bothered to take time to be well groomed and well turned out you either think, 1. you're hot sh-- and you don't need to do anything or the reverse 2. you have no confidence in yourself.
This isn't about money. If you knew how little I spent on that outfit you wouldn't believe me. It's about shopping smart and being creative and having a little daring. Sure I'm a clothes horse. As a Leo, what else would you expect? :-) And no, the dress wasn't down to there and up to here. I look like a lady in public.
Now behind closed doors I look classy trashy.
At the nudist resort it's just all out slut wear.
I love the chance to let it all hang out when it's appropriate. And a woman my age looking trashy in public isn't classy. NOR attractive IMHO.
So elegant dress, big hat, wedge/platform heels, gold jewelry and turned out. But AFTER the track it was a whole different story. My submissive/slave was visiting late. It's always about leather with him and I had gone to Russ and Rebel on Route 7 earlier that week. Anna had told me about it.
It's been there for years and I've never given it a thought. I figured it was for bikers. Well, it is but it's also for exotic dancers and adults. Yeah....wild assed stuff.
I found a leather teddy on sale. Cut high on the hips and trimmed in huge safety pins. VERY fetish looking.
I showered and changed when I got back home and settled. Fishnet panty hose, black leather stiletto boots with thin strips of leather in gold, silver and black, criss crossing the legs. Dark red lips, black leather gloves and big silver earrings. The crowning touch? A HUGE strap on. The largest one I own.
He entered and headed straight to undress, slipping on his collar and leash. I'd left the door unlocked and I was waiting for him in my "throne" chair. He kneeled at my feet and I patted his head and gently kissed him.
I told him the accoutrements for cocktails were on the kitchen counter. He made the drinks and kneeled again at my feet.
I allowed him a drink and then I told him I wanted him to suck my cock. And to do it just like he'd want it done to himself. It was huge and he had trouble getting his mouth around it but good boy that he is, he managed to swallow a good bit.
He's not bi. But he wants to be humiliated and this was something he thought would do so. I patted his head and encouraged him to take more. He bent his head and plunged it down his throat.
I'll admit...I was so aroused at this point that I led him to the bedroom. I've been exceptionally horny these past few days and now that randiness was heightened.
I undressed, leaving the leather gloves on. It's his job to satisfy Mistress. Fortunately, he's very skilled at DATY. I'd already placed several layers of towels on my bed.
I began to orgasm over and over, squirting profusely. But that wasn't enough. I reached over for my bottle of lube and applied it liberally to my pussy and his fingers and hand. I told him to put his fingers together and tuck his thumb under. I wanted all of it.
He was afraid but arousal was so huge that there was nothing he could do to hurt me. I encouraged him to give me more and more. NO one had ever accomplished this before nor had I ever desired it.
I looked at him and said, "Now, who is the submissive"? He replied, "you are." And that is what happens. There can be power exchanged in the heat of the sub's obedience. A phenomenon I'd never experienced before. Oh, I was subbing from the top for sure and I was still in charge.
We took a little break, kissing deeply and becoming desperate in our passion. I told him to try again and this time his hand was inside me past his knuckles. Unbelievable sensation and although he was reserved in his submission I knew it was his time. We tried a smaller strap on but it wasn't comfortable. A small, vibrating dildo did the trick. Finally, mounting me, he had his release.
After, in our pillow talk time we chatted about what had happened and his submissive desires. We have much to experience yet.
Saturday was the usual garage sale adventure. I found a big Weber grill for $5. A new bottom grate and a cover at Home Depot and it was like new. Again, meeting cool folks along the way.
A new young friend was visiting in the afternoon. But not until after I drove out to Voorheesville and Smith's pizza. If you haven't ever....go!
This young one actually showed up and in the after glow he told me he'd been robbed by his last provider. I use that word loosely. It was the third time he'd seen her and when she asked for money before the appointment he should have known. I told him he could report her on Backpage. While there still is a Backpage. He was embarrassed but I know it's happened to many of you. THAT is the image most of the world has of "escorts". What a shame.
Later, one of my old friends from Chez Anneke north drove down from Vermont. What a contrast! One 25. My evening visitor, 75. The 75 year old knows what to do. I'll not say any more.
Today I took the day off, painting the accent wall in my dining room. I'm going to stencil with a clear gloss poly urethane so it will be a crème on crème damask. Then waxing one of the dining room chairs after distressing it. Five to go and the table.
Afternoon summer storms threatened again so I headed to Ralph's Tavern for steamed clams and then on to errands. Yeah, I know, I like to eat. But the gym and the hormones have me keeping my weight down. Love it!
One friend wrote to me and said he was worried Trixie and Boom Boom might disappear. They are a 38DD/E now. Instead of a 40DD/E. I think there's still plenty to hold.
Tonight is PBS. Father Brown, Tango in Halifax and my beloved Mystery Theater/Inspector Poirot Season debut.
I'm having a glass of a new Cabernet I found. Called Josh. From Joseph Carr.www.joshcellars.com Give it a try. Dinner later when I'm hungry.
Life is good. Remember that yourselves!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
7/22/2014 - Please Read Important
There is a bill in Congress forcing our advertisers to accept nothing but debit cards for payment and to disclose who their advertisers are. In short, we're going to be on a data base.
And...Holder is trying to get another bill through Congress to shut down BP. Well, I told you that would happen. Another site will just take it's place. That's what happened when Craig's list got shut down.
So......save my numbers. You might see a lot of us disappear on the internet for a bit. Websites might have to come down and the whole deal goes underground.
Exactly what Congress didn't want. The underground trafficking. It's going to do exactly the opposite of what they are trying to achieve. Stop the trafficking. Now these poor girls are going to be on the streets.
Those who are upscale will survive. It's looking like it might be more difficult. Just what we all needed after the recession and starting to get back on our feet.
Those pompous asses in government have nothing else to do with their time. They can't accomplish anything else in Congress but they sure can spoil everyone's fun. I've never been a fan of Holder either.
Does anyone think they'll stop seeing providers?
Your, I'll Still Be Naughty Girlfriend,
7/21/2014 - Off To The Races
Finally, opening day at the track last Friday. The weather could not have been more perfect. The new duds and hat too. Sara looked gorgeous as always and our psychic friend was the best dressed gent as usual. In fact, folks asked us if we'd coordinated our attire. We did not.
I wore a navy and white polka dot dress. A big navy hat with hot pink trim and navy sandals. No high heels Anneke? Hell no. I watched all the young ones in the stilettos practically paralyzed by the end of the day and smiled. I asked one if her feet hurt. Oh yeah!
We have seats in the Pavillion. The buffet was stellar this year and Mary Lou was having a small party on one side. If I have to tell you who that is you don't know horses.
I just was not in a betting mood. But I was in a people watching, take in the environment mood. There's not a classier place to be.
After lunch and a few races my phone rang. It was the Backpage number and my courteous caller informed me he was at the track and asked if I would be available later that day. I laughed and told him I was there also. With a Louisiana phone number and a drawl to match I knew he wasn't you know who so I agreed to meet him for a drink in the Jim Dandy bar.
Good looking fifty something dynamo. One of those guys who takes over a room while still being a Southern gentlemen. He bought me a diet coke, (I'd already shared champagne with Sara) and we talked about the possibilities. He wanted to make a night of it. Dinner and fun. We agreed to chat after the 9th race. I rejoined my friends and enjoyed the track. Lots of hotties to peruse. Male and female. Unfortunately, I only won one race but I'm not a big gambler so the losses were small.
I met my new friend after the 9th and we watched the last race together. We walked to my car and I drove to downtown Saratoga. This was his first visit. On to Jack Dillon's for dinner and back up route 9 for some very wet and kinky fun. He'd never met a provider like me. Always seeing the kind of gals who like you to get it over with and gone. He was amazed at the way things happened and thought he was a very lucky man. I thought I was a lucky girl. We just fit.
I headed home around 11:30 with plans to meet the next day. I crashed and arose early for my weekend treasure hunt. Garage sales.
During breakfast he called. He had family members joining him and the day's plan looked iffy. I agreed that he could check in later and we'd plan the day from there. Fortunately his family left to drive home and we made plans to join him for dinner and an encore. This time I'd be spending the night. He loved his cocktails and he wanted me to join him.
We returned to the same restaurant and all our servers from the night before came to our table. He was that kind of guy. Hard to forget, big tipper, lots of fun and yet a perfect gentleman.
Sunday morning we shared a coffee and went our separate ways. Hopefully we'll meet again someday. It was a delightfully unexpected turn to opening day. One I'm still smiling about.
It'd been a gorgeous weekend and I headed up to the Helderberg mountains. The air was cooler and I had a nice drive around Warner and Thompson Lakes, heading down through Altamont and Guilderland Center. Beautiful Upstate New York countryside.
As I neared home I drove past my Sister's old apartment community. Only a couple of miles from where I am now. Just in the door, my phone rang. She chided me, "didn't you see your text"? Duh...no, I was driving.
She was at the old community visiting her gal pal. We've all hung out several times so they arrived in minutes with a bottle of wine. We headed to my patio and several hours later, more wine and two pizzas, we'd caught up on all the stuff of the past few years.
I'll call her, Anna. She's a 5 foot nothing, tiny little bundle of energy. A devout Lesbian and she's always threatening to climb up me. We laugh about it all time. It probably won't ever happen as I'd hate to ruin a friendship. But it's fun to kid about. I was thrilled to spend the afternoon with my Sis and her. The circle of friends is widening here. Just what I hoped for. And the business is too.
Great client friends, civilian friends and family. A beautiful new apartment. Life is good.
Your Very Naughty Girlfriend,
7/15/2014 - Where Did This Year Go
Good Morning Darlings,
It's just whizzing by isn't it? The days are getting shorter and hotter. The new place is looking good after all that hard work and I'm seeing the year rush by. All good though.
I know,,,it's not Saturday morning. Saturday mornings are becoming part of the weekend HUNT for bargains at yard sales. In fact, I'm only going to be available by advance appointment on Saturdays and Sundays. Unless I know you really well.
We ALL need to step away from our professions. Since mine is 7 days a week I'm learning that I must carve out some personal time for myself so that I'll be MORE attentive when I do put up the Love For Sale sign.
While I'm blessed in that I love what I do it's best not to always be available every moment of every day. In any job.
So Saturday I got up early, made my coffee, perused the garage sale ads, mapped out my itinerary and hit the road. I didn't have but an hour to spare. My Sis and I had plans for a garden tour and the laundry had just gone in the drier at our laundry center. lol
I did snag a goodie for $2. Even better, a fun conversation with the young couple who were hosting the yard sale. I spied two Steampunk hats so I asked them if they were in that lifestyle. Fingers crossed as a lot of them are swingers.
No, she said, with a twinkle in her eye, we just got dressed up for Halloween. They were from THE city and there's a lot of Steampunk groups there. Not so in SmallAlbany. (That's what we call it). She said she liked it, he not so much.
I think I love the social interaction of the yard sale jaunts even more than finding bargains. In fact, I know I do.
I headed home after I stopped for the weekend bagel with cream cheese and olives. The laundry wasn't quite dry so I started another cycle and dithered around my place. There's still lots of projects to dither with although I'm getting there.
A little past 11am I headed south to Sis's. She already had the Garden Tour tickets so we could head out. Except she'd been dithering in HER garden and had gotten all sweaty. She was just getting out of the shower. Her S O was at a golf tournament so it was a girl's day out.
We left late only to find that the first stop in Saugerties and the help desk for registration was empty. We were too late. Hell's bells!
Well, plan B. So I drove down an adjacent side street to turn around. And we spied....stop number 1 on the garden tour. Park!!!
The ladies were lovely and said, go ahead. After all we had our tickets in hand. They even gave us their copy of the garden route.
I have a tiny little spot behind my back patio for a garden. It's going to need some help. The dirt is all fill. Gravel and hard dirt. So soon, I'll have my son build a box and I'll fill it with great dirt.
This was the place for ideas as he had a beautiful, creative shade garden. I took photos and said to Sis, "this is perfect. If we don't see another garden I'm a happy camper."
I promise, I won't bore you to tears. Short version. We went all over the county to 3 more gardens. All lovely in their own right, braking at yard sales along the way.
Back home, I took Sis to dinner and then went on my way home after, listening to The Prairie Home Companion as I drove. I smiled as I parked my sparkling clean car that I'd had detailed the day before. The drive is now a half hour shorter. Fabulous!
Do I miss Saratoga? A little. But I'm heading to the track for opening day this Friday and will go back all summer. It's only 35 minutes north. I can head there any time.
I love the peace and quiet here. I don't have young girls stomping across the hardwood floors in their boots all day, night and partying all night long. Royal pain. Plus, no nosy neighbors. Much more convenient and central location and perfect for Anneke with that fabulous playroom.
I have a friend on the way. So I'll write the naughty parts in the next missive. And there have been PLENTY of them.
Life is good!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
6/30/2014 - Back In The Saddle Again
Good Monday Morning Boys,
It's an absolutely gorgeous day here. Yes, overcast but warm and pleasant. I've already had my coffee on my patio. The Kingfisher has been diving for his breakfast.
The nuthatches and sparrows are feeding at the suet feeder. There's a big heron fishing in the pond and mother duck and her babies are trying to find their morning repast. I can hear the birds singing their hearts out. Once I put the seed in the feeder it's going to be really fun to watch them visit.
It's beautiful and quiet here. And a perfect place for Anneke. No one pays any attention to who is coming and going because the bedrooms are on the parking side of the complex. So everyone keeps those blinds drawn. Too big, too busy for people to bother.
I'm out of Chez Anneke north. I made my last trip Saturday. Patching the holes in the wall where my art hung. Painting the patching. Taking down a chandelier and curtains and just making sure that EVERYTHING was pristine as it could be.
It was a great gig in Saratoga. Yes, if you never figured it out that was where I was. It's an exciting city but it's having growing pains. Too many people from New York City in my opinion. Too many new tall condos and hotels going up and ruining the quaint Victorian skyline.
Definitely marketed to the haves. And the have nots are not happy. The local news keeps the problems buried for the most part but they are there. We had homeless folks sleeping in one of the storage sheds for trash in my back yard. I wasn't happy about that at all. And a nosey neighbor.
It was fun and I loved being close to the track and all the action of Saratoga but I can drive there when I really miss it.
It's time for something new and I'm loving every bit of the change. It was just an ordeal driving up and down I-87 moving stuff every day for a month. I was plain worn out these last few days!
I contracted the movers for the big stuff and they did a stellar job. For less money than quoted. :-) I had LOTS of other stuff. In fact, way too much stuff. Now I'm organizing all the stuff and getting rid of some of it at the same time.
The end result is a beautiful new place. One I'm sure you'll enjoy, in and out of the boudoir.
So while I was up to my eyeballs in the move last week a couple of folks snuck in. I'm happy to say Chez Anneke South and I are ready for you. So pick up that phone and let's plan your erotic escape.
I do ask that you call when you park. I'll be waiting at the door in my unmentionables. No knocking. Sneakier that way.
I like sneaking. Life is good.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
PS...VERY close to the junction of I-87 and I-90. Just a hop, skip and jump away from pleasures.
PSS....I still offer outcall throughout the Capital District AND Saratoga. Race fans note!
6/21/2014 - One More Day at Chez Anneke North
The last two days have been the most gorgeous weather we've had in a year. Seventies/low eighties, dry, sunny, light breeze. Perfect for this Day of the Summer Solstice.
I'm now in a ground floor apartment. Meaning, there is no basement under me. So it has a tendency to get a little damp. I've only had my air on to keep it from feeling clammy. I'm in the trees facing North and West out the back. The place stays cool. I look over a beautiful pond where Canadian geese and Mallards find their home. I haven't filled my bird feeders yet but when I do I know they will be visited by lots of feathered song birds.
Yesterday I watched a Kingfisher dive into the pond for his meals. And then chase another around the pond. It's beautiful here and I'm very happy I made this change. Plus, it's the perfect, discreet location.
While the lease on Chez Anneke north ends on June 30th I'm mostly at Chez Anneke south. Tomorrow is the last day I can entertain there. The movers arrive Monday morning. I can hardly wait! And I can have my memory foam mattress each night.
It's Saturday and you know what I do on Saturday mornings during the warm weather. No, not sit in a bikini and sun bathe. I'm driving all over snagging deals at garage sales. It's a ritual that is eagerly awaited each week.
This morning I was up at 7 perusing Craig's list for the latest sales, making my own list of stops and getting ready to be at the first, an Estate Sale at 9am.
I pulled up at 8:50am and there was a gathering of folks already waiting. This one was run by professionals so we had to take a ticket with a number. Finally we entered and while there are things on my "list" to look for there's always something that just might entice. Not so much here. A couple of wooden medallions for the wall. Next.....
I headed out to Slingerlands. That's one of the upscale communities in the Albany area. Beautiful homes, lush greenery that you see in Upstate NY and older homes, all immaculate. This home owner had lots of goodies and I found a French Mirror for my bedroom and some wrought iron candle holders for the patio.
I walked two doors up and found a brass and wrought iron fireplace screen and set for ten bucks. Since I plan to use this fireplace, (I already have some wood for a cold night) one needs those things. Why pay full price?
I stopped here and there, just enjoying the earlier morning jaunt. I took Delaware Avenue into the city to an architectural store in the bad part of town. I am looking for a piece of marble. Nothing there and I hoped my car would be in one piece when I came out. Thankfully, it was.
Heading toward home I stopped for a sub. The food has always been good in the Capital District. There's no shortage of really good restaurants. They might not all be trendy like Saratoga but they are excellent.
I'd had a couple of friends inquiring to meet but I don't do last minute with folks I've never met. Plus, I'd had a kick ass session with a friend last night.
He loves leather and serving mistress. He's not a true submissive. He likes the look more than anything but after last weekend he was in for a surprise.
I'd donned leather like skin tight pants. A leather midriff top that barely held Trixie and Boom Boom. (I had to keep poking my nipples in.) A leather bomber jacket, leather up to the knee boats and leather gloves. A beautiful black jet necklace topped it all off.
He gasped when he came in the door. He asked to use my bathroom. I said, "take off all your clothes then come out." If you didn't know, CF/NM means, clothed female/naked male. It's a act of submission.
He walked into my living room naked. I was sitting in a throne like chair and told him to sit at my feet. I put a leather collar on him and then told him to make our drinks.
I showed him where everything was and sat down. Soon he brought me a glass of wine, a cocktail for himself. He knelt on the carpet and I stroked his hair. He was speechless.
He wasn't interested in pain and neither am I but he wanted to serve and please the Goddess and I let him.
In the boudoir, I undressed and pulled the beautiful spread back. Placing a thick towel down. I expected him to begin.
He had this idea that if I drank a lot I'd be wilder. No need for that. But a couple of glasses of wine do relax you and I told him I wanted him to take ALL of his well lubed fingers and insert them. He gulped and questioned ALL? I said yes. All! The low lighting, house/trance music, candles, leather, his submissive attitude made me HOT! And I wanted MORE beyond the everyday.
We found a sensual place for ourselves and as he slipped into me, covered of course, I smacked his ass several times. He moaned in pleasure. We played beyond his appt. time. Who cared? This was about passion. As it always should be.
Can you tell? I'm aroused thinking about it again.
Life is good. Especially when you are feeling randy and have someone to share it with.
Your VERY Naughty Goddess/Girlfriend,
6/17/2014 - Six Days and Counting
I'm sitting in my upgraded hotel room in THE city. I've been up since 6 and already had a walk, more about that in a bit, breakfast at the hotel, showered, make up, 9am blow out at Jean Paul's Salon at 54th and Lex, a second breakfast with Earl Grey tea and honey and back to the room, awaiting a new friend at noontime.
I'm tired thinking about it. lol
So, I strap on the sneaks and head to Central Park. All kinds of folks walking, running, biking on the absolutely gorgeous morning. It was 72 at 6am. Scorcher this afternoon unfortunately,
I just get in the park and I see this one dude, regular clothes, carrying a big bag. He spies me and next I know he's following me. I stop, he keeps walking, I look around, look back over my shoulder and he's watching me.
Back out of the park I head. Geez Louise, can't one feel safe anywhere? I headed over and down 5th and back to my hotel to get the first breakfast. I'm not a pig. It was a hard boiled egg and a banana. The second one was tea and a little croissant.
The city is dirty I'm sorry to say. When I first started touring here Guiliani was Mayor and it was clean. Everywhere. Now it's looking shabby. I hate that one of the greatest cities in the world is looking like this. I was never impressed with Bloomberg and I'm really not impressed with this new Mayor. But I don't have to live here.
In fact, I think I'm probably going to cut this tour a day shorter. My pre-bookings started disappearing on my drive down. Last trip the phone was ringing off the hook. You just never know. And with biz good at home and the overhead to work in NYC guess where I'd rather be.
One observation; the folks that live and work here are slim. The tourists that are American are fat. The tourists from other countries mostly slimmer. One could sit on a bench here and people watch all day long.
Lest you think I'm in a negative mood, I visited an old friend at his private club yesterday afternoon. Yowzah! If all men at 59 looked like, were built and equipped and as HOT as he is I'd be thinking about settling down.
In all fairness, he's one of those exceptional human beings on the face of the earth. I'm just fortunate that he prefers two kinds of women. Very young...early twenties and older like me. Not the in between.
I said to him, "Can you find one just like you for me?" lol He laughed. I was smiling as I left.
My 9pm showed up late and creepy. I'd gotten bad vibes all day long and while verified, I should have nipped it in the bud. I asked him to leave the donation in the bathroom as he used it.
I had a feeling....
He came out and told me he'd "forgotten" to go to the ATM. Yeah, sure. Phone calls all day long. Requests to buy a bottle of wine for him. I refused. And you show up with no donation. I booted him out. From now on, if my intuition has the slightest twinge I'm cutting the interest off. It's never been wrong and the older I get it's more accurate.
Okay....last week. It was killer. Great folks, great biz, lots done in the new place and the frosting on the cake was the visit to a World Renown BD/sm retreat in the Alps on Saturday afternoon. That's a part of the Berkshires in NY State.
I'd been invited by the Master to one of their monthly soirees. Lauren's S O had heard of it years ago and he commented in our email exchange that he'd heard it was pretty hard core. Well, I was going to find out.
It is so isolated that my GPS had me going to wrong way. I went back to the Master's directions and got myself turned around. I found the mailbox and in the middle of nowhere saw a line of cars parked along the edge of his driveway. This must be the place.
It's a modest home on a gorgeous piece of property. But the welcome was warm and rich. I was introduced to the other guests and one by one met the slaves. 2 male, 4 female. All naked and collared.
I sat in the living room and the other dominas and masters and I got acquainted. Soon Master R appeared and I thanked him again for the invite. I was honest about my role in this world. I'm not a domina. And I'm certainly not a submissive. But much of what I do deals with aspects of the Fetish world and sensual domination. Here, I could be myself. Accepted and not judged.
We all chatted casually. Brilliant people all the way around. Slaves and dominants alike. All the while watching the birds at the feeders outside the world.
It cracked me up to have a world class mistress telling me that the little bird at the feeder was a cowbird. Matter of factly. The great misconception is that people in this world are not quite ....well, you know. Nothing could be further from the truth. I know how folks feel about what I do and what they think I must be.
It's always been my desire to understand why one person has the heart of a slave and the other the power and desire to control the slave. It's utterly fascinating. They patiently answered my queries and asked more or me. There was certainly mutual respect on all sides.
I've been around aspects of this at Lauren's Goddess Manor for years. She IS a domina. Hands down. But I've never seen the submissive attitude that was so strong here. I've seen some of the submissive trance that folks seem to go into but never like this.
I'm not going to go into great details here out of respect for Master R and his guests. We had dinner and during that time someone remarked, "LOOK!" Right out the living room window a big Black Bear was lumbering not 10 feet from the door. Beautiful, shiny black coat. But we were all thankful he couldn't find his way into the dinner party.
Later, after various whip handling demonstrations, one on a slave that left marks, everyone changed into Night attire. The leather and fetish gear was donned all around. Me still in a long black dress that was cut almost down to my navel that laced up the front. Shades of Elvira. And a pair of 5' stilettos. We walked downstairs to the dungeon. The most fully equipped dungeon I've ever seen.
Again, no great details but I will relate the one young male slave was tied to a post. Ropes wrapping his now raging hard on. Then saran wrapped and caution taped on top of the ropes. He was a beautiful virgin and I will admit I was aroused.
Other floggings were going on around me and it was fascinating to see how the slaves took the pain. And how the mistresses and masters handled the slaves. Always, safety was observed but there's no kidding anyway, there was LOTS of pain.
Would I go there? I don't think so. Nither as a domina/mistress and certainly not as a submissive. But I did learn a few techniques that I can incorporate into my sensual domination.
So.........watch out those of you who have asked me for this.
I left around 11pm. I had an early morning visit at Chez Anneke North the next morning. A offering to return anytime was given and I said goodbye to all with hugs and thanks. Yes, doms hug.
I have to say it was one of the most fascinating and enlightening evenings I've spent in years. One is never too old to learn and experience new things. And I've made some new friends who are like minded.
Life is good. I'll sign off.....a friend is on the way.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend in Manhattan,
PS....six days until the big move.
6/09/2014 - Life Without Television
I'm at the new digs this evening. Overnight. No TV yet. The Northern Chez Anneke has no air. I didn't bother to have the landlord put the window unit in. Since it's rainy and sticky it's not comfortable up there. Plus my surroundings are so pleasant that I don't want to make the trek north tonight.
I'll head up early in the morning. Opposite the traffic all heading south to their jobs with the State of NY and corporations in the tri-cities. Remember, Albany IS the Capitsl of NY State, regardless of what THE city thinks.
Yesterday was dark. By choice. I was plumb worn out. The good news is that while I'm not heading to the gym all the lugging and lifting and being on my feet has dropped the weight on the scale and added to the muscles. Plus the testosterone implant does that too. I can feel my libido winding up even more again with the new implant and my nipples are super sensitive with the estrogen. I love this!
Today, a past inquirer called again and wanted a visit to him. 60 miles away. He thought about it and drove to me. Oh my! When I opened the door I drooled. I asked, "So you like older women"? Oh yes, was his reply and off to the races we went.
Lake Anneke went through 2 towels. I'm going to have to start putting pads under the sheets. lol That's the hormones too. Nuff said.
But before all of this fun, Saturday I went yard/garage sale hunting on the way back north. The little city north has fabulous sales and I wanted a break from lugging and lifting. The first place I stopped was right across the street from my landlord's home. I snapped up two wall scones, French style, that were oil lamps too. And a darling little wooden bamboo chair.
Next stop, there sat a solid cherry table and six chairs for $100. I could envision them all Frenched up as the finish had taken a beating. I've been shopping online. We're talking minimum 1500-1800 for non-hardwood. I paid the guy and he was happy to deliver them the next day.
I love a bargain that suits my needs. I have a real dining room in the new place. Perfect.
I'd already had a friend visit that morning so Saturday night was chill out South. I headed to the new Chez Anneke, unloaded and realized the Belmont would be on soon. So I called a close by upscale restaurant to ask if they would be showing the race. Yes!
I changed into a sexy maxi dress and headed over. A martini and some of the best Calamari I've ever had while I watched the disappointing finish. I think most of us were hoping for a Triple Crown winner. My bud in NYC attended and bet 200 on the winner. What a payoff!
Home South I crashed early. I headed North Sunday morning.. Laundry, packing, hanging around hoping the table/chairs would arrive. When they didn't I headed south......again. It's 30 miles each way.
Lunch firat and I'd just ordered 2 dozen steamed clams and a draft Stella at Ralph's Tavern when the phone rang. Yes, you guessed it. He wanted to deliver the table. We worked it out that he would drop it in the back yard and come back later to help me get the table in the back door.
I fired up my little Weber and cooked a grass fed filet mignon, dining on my patio table, overlooking our lake and fountain. It was a glorious day. I'd already painted the little chair and the sconces gold. (Hey, I like gaudy stuff)!
Then I headed North again. I know I'm making you dizzy. Finally he showed up with a chick. He's in his late forties, cute/buffed and she was 20's. She immediately began surveiling my place, oohing and aahing over the place. Then she headed in my bedroom and spied my 5" Cheetah platform stilettos. "Can I try them on"? Oh boy....whack job.
But he and she had helped me bring the table in so shots all around of Ketel One. Then he spied my bistro table. I said,"it's for sale". So basically we swapped dollars and I have one less dining set to move.
They left and I has a feeling that just maybe he was going to get lucky. When I saw him this morning for his pickup of my table I asked him if he had hired here to work for him. I said, "she's nuts you know". He said, "I know", but we both agreed she was fun.
I can't help but wonder where we all would have wound up with a couple more rounds of Vodka? She said she had to leave but I had a feeling........
Today after Mr. Hottie left I scored the big one. I found a new fabulous hair stylist. She's young and just as crazy as I am and doesn't usually works Mondays. She said to me, "It was meant to be", and I believe it.
Bring it on. Life is over the top good!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
PS...the playroom is SO hot it should be licensed!
6/06/2014 - Settling In Swimmingly
There's a double intention in that heading. Yes, Lake Anneke has been overflowing all week at the Chez Anneke South mostly. And Chez Anneke north.
A returning hottie helped me christen the playroom and the new king sized bed Tuesday. He didn't believe me when I told him he was the first. But finally I convinced him. Thankfully I had two towels under me. I don't want to wreck the new mattress all ready.
Things are going exceedingly well. Folks who just couldn't or wouldn't make the drive to Chez Anneke North have been stopping by. It's Friday evening, I've had a hot bath, glass of wine on the tub side table, jazz on the stereo and waiting on a regular of Sara's. It will be OUR first time so I'm expecting lots of fun.
My sis and I swapped cars. She has a big van so last weekend my son helped me and I've been driving up and down the Northway bringing stuff down by myself all week. Tonight we swap cars.
Yes, my back is a bit sore from all the lifting and lugging but the place is shaping up so beautifully that I don't want to slow down. But last evening I did.
I drove North, stopping for a bottle of Ketel One at my fav store. My aching body needed more than Aleve. Almost home, the phone rang. An old friend wanted to stop by. He'd be there in an hour.
Just enough time for a martini to loosen up those sore muscles!
He's a very kinky boy who loves verbalizing his fantasies. One of these days we're going to find the other person or two to fulfill them. In the meantime, we managed a few on our own.
A late dinner after he left and then beddy bye. My memory foam mattress was calling. While I love the new king sized one it's not memory foam. We've had enough experience with that to know that while it's wonderful for sleeping it's not conducive to romps. They kind of swallow you up and make it hard to........well, you know.
I'll have to stay south tonight. I had a glass of wine with my new friend and the State Troopers are out in force on I-87, affectionately known as the Northway.
Americaid, bike week in Lake George, is going full swing and it's also the Jazz Festival at SPAC. Saratoga and north are jumping this weekend. So LE is out.
And they've been calling this week too. I knew as soon as I put my Chez Anneke South location up on BP they'd be trying. So screening is ramped up. No name....no playtime. No info....no playtime. It's that simple. The BP guys and others are just going to have to comply. Albany County is tough.
I love the new place and wish I hadn't scheduled the movers for all the furniture until the 27th. I've already moved in mentally. I'm going to call them Monday and see if they'd like to do it sooner if they have a cancellation and the time. If not, I'll just have to be patient. GRRRR! Patience is not my middle name.
Hard work is good for the body, mind and spirit. Having a goal and accomplishing it is a wonderful thing. I am feeling very grateful and fulfilled. Life is good.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
5/31/2014 - Up To My Eyeballs in Boxes
It's been an absolutely perfect day here in Upstate NY. Close to 70, sunny and dry. A great day to be hauling stuff back and forth to the new digs.
But before I continue, the rest of my time in Florida was fabulous. I elected not to work. Mostly. Just two romps. I spent most of my time with friends and relaxing. It was almost a real vacation. One I've not had for a very long while. Every other time I've gone away I've always hung up the Love for Sale sign. This was time for me and mine. I didn't realize how much I needed it. Lesson for the future tucked away. I've already booked December 19-26 for a return visit. Yes! Christmas in paradise.
I'd flown back from Tampa, arriving home late Wednesday evening to find........no taxi. And no record of my pre-payment. Great....grrrr! After several calls to the taxi company one finally turned around with another same city as I bound passenger. I'll not use that taxi company again.
Yes!! I received the keys yesterday. And the fun began. I've been eagerly awaiting this day.
I brought a car full of "stuff" down and the phone rang. A new friend wanted to meet. I screened him when I returned home and he arrived around 2:30pm. He had told me he likes to "dress".
He arrived as a he and changed into a sexy, hot mama. Makeup, wig, sexy dress and 6' platform heels. With some extra equipment. Very hot!! Now I'm looking for a male partner for a hot threesome. He is Bi. I love being in the middle of that kind of scenario. Surprised? Interested?
I couldn't manage another visit. Our times didn't jive so I scheduled a playtime for 8am this morning. Mind you, we haven't met yet. He keeps cancelling last minute.
But I asked him to let me know if anything changed as I was setting the alarm for 6am. No worries. Early to bed makes one ready for a nooner but sooner.
Except at 2am I was awakened to the sounds of loud music and laughter above me. I've been putting up with two young gals above me for months. There are hard wood floors in this old building and walking on them with your shoes on is like pounding on a drum.
I always take my shoes off when I come in my door. The only time I wear them is when friends visit. Fortunately it's not late at night when the folks below me are trying to sleep.
Unfortunately, my childish neighbors above have no thought of consideration. And it kept getting louder and louder. We have a clause in all our leases, "quiet after 10pm and before 9am." They have never abided by it, running down the stairs at midnight to go out clubbing. Running in at all hours when they return.
Finally, I put on my robe, walked up the stairs and pounded on their door. I asked them to crank it down. Some of us were trying to sleep. They turned the stereo down and continued the party. So, I've been up since 2 am. I wasn't going to need to set the alarm for Mr. 8am.
At 5:34 an email. "I'm not going to make 8am." Oh well, I was up. It'd already had breakfast at Denny's and was on my way to Walmart. Who knew there was so much going on that early in the morning.
Finally my eyes said enough and I laid down at 7:45 am with the alarm set for 8:30. Another visitor was heading my way at 9:30. I got my nooner but sooner. I'd anticipated Lake Anneke so two towels kept the damn from overflowing and ruining my bed.
I'd loaded the car at 4am so at 11:30 I hopped in and drove down to the new place. I unloaded and then hopped back in and drove to Kingston to pick up my Son and traded cars with my Sis. She has a nice sized van.
A long drive back, stopping for dinner at P.F. Chang's at the Colonie Center Mall. I'd heard we were getting a Whole Foods and I squealed with delight to see that it was going to be there.
My son snoozed on the way North. Me, barely keeping my eyes open. I am fried and we have a big day tomorrow. We've already loaded the van and will head down in the morning. The new King Size bed is arriving tomorrow afternoon.
Chez Anneke South is open for biz on Monday. LOL
Hey, no one ever said I was not industrious. I can't wait to christen the new playroom Monday night.
Life is good. Cum see me at either Chez Anneke North or South this month.
Manhattan June 16-19.
Smiles and Soft Kisses,
PS...I wrote this last night but forgot to submit it. It's another gorgeous day and I can't wait to get it started!
5/24/2014 - Naked Fun and Countdown to the Move
I'm in Tampa, at the nudie resort. PS..it's NOT a colony. In my mind, those places have people with hairy armpits and Birkenstocks. This is anything but that.
It's 84, party sunny and the humidity is climbing. Hey, it's summer in Florida even though the Northeast has barely warmed up.
Not a lot to tell. I've been boring so far. Just hanging in the sun, naked, with friends. No " biz friends" have visited so far. After all, this is the land of fruit and nuts. My first scheduled visit was a no show/no call. The rest of the calls disrespectful, last minute, late night newbies or you know who asking inappropriate questions. Since I want to enjoy this Memorial Day respite I'm declining.
My condo is a lovely 800 plus one bedroom so I can cook. In fact, I had Ron and Kerry over last evening for wine and nibbles. It is always great to catch up on our lives. I'm joining them for dinner Sunday evening along with Frank the hunk and his Significant Other.
I wandered down to the club last night after Ron and Kerry left but while busy, not enticing. I turned around and went back to my comfortable abode.
I hope I'll do a little "biz" but I'm not stressing about it since I'm being even more particular this trip. I'd rather hang with friends and rest up for the beginning of the big move next Sunday. I can't hardly wait and I know I'd be chomping at the bit, impatient to get on with all this if I were home. I'd also be busy being naughty. Amazing isn't it?
Too many girls down here. Too many fly by night guys. Too bad.
It makes me appreciate home all the more although this is my second home. Maybe someday, it will be my first and only but that's a ways away yet if ever. You make your plans (as you should) but life has a way of happening, making detours from your intended destination.
That's fine. It makes life more exciting. And good!
Enjoy this weekend of friendship, families and gratitude to those who have fought and died to keep us free. This is the 70th anniversary of D Day this year folks. Our President is making the trip to Normandy American to honor those who have passed. It's a big deal as it should be. Let us never forget the sacrifices our soldiers have made.
Love and Hugs,
PS...you KNOW you'll hear if I'm very naughty.
5/16/2014 - Tulips and the Full Moon
Hello My Darling Boys,
Have you wondered why folks have been weird and aggressive this week? Or you were?
I felt it coming over me the beginning of the week. Anxious, short tempered, out of sorts. Then I noticed some of those I met in Syracuse were off the wall. One was shades of that one who lost his mind in Tampa. No show/no calls, here at home and in Syracuse.
I texted my Sis and observed I thought the stars are out of alignment. Then I went to my horoscope. Yep, a full moon and in Scorpio. It was going to be that kind of week. Thankfully things are settling down and it's probably a good thing that it's quieter today.
But in all cases, I had an inkling from my intuition. Especially the no show who called me on my return from Syracuse. He even called me to tell me he was on his way. When he hadn't shown up an hour later, I knew for sure. But just to stick it to him, I called. He had stopped at the store for gas, he was on the way. Right, I thought, and pigs can fly.
You know, I don't look like this rolling out of bed in the morning. It takes work and time to be a Goddess. :-) And to get my place all ready for seduction. Thankfully, I don't let it upset me as it used to years ago when someone pulls that stuff.
Why someone's mind works that way I don't understand. It's all about power and control. They think they have both when they do that to providers. Or to anyone for that matter. What they don't realize is they have added a whole lot of bad energy and karma for themselves in the universe.
I had a couple of moments early in the week where I thought MY head was going to blow off. I let out a couple of yells and expletives where no one could hear them. I felt better. Today I got back to the gym for cardio and a good weight session. I'm okay and feeling good.
Especially after a trip down to Washington Park to see the tulips again this late morning. They were not in full bloom last week. Since a huge rain front is coming in tonight I knew this might be the last chance before they were destroyed. Shades of my Dutch heritage. It pulls at me all the time. They were breath taking today. I hope the city never ends The Tulip Festival. It's something special and unique.
The city of Albany is a mixed bag. Huge sections around the state capital are ghetto. The beautiful downtown is a memory but there's the Mall. The monument to Nelson Rockefeller that was built in the sixties. Rocky's Folly they called it.
Whole neighborhoods were razed to make way for this glorious state government center. That took away the folks who lived and shopped downtown. All that was left was state workers who wanted to go home to the suburbs after work. Not shop in a dying downtown. And so the story goes in many Northeast cities.
Then there are vibrant and trendy pockets in Albany. Lark Street with it's quirky cafes, shops and bars. Madison Avenue. Delaware Avenue is coming back. Washington Park and all the beautiful old brownstones. And street crime at night unfortunately.
I grew up here and it's sad to see Albany and especially Schenectady struggling. Although I do see some affluence returning to the western sections of Albany near where I'll be.
The nanotechnology center at SUNY Albany has been a big factor. SUNY Albany and the many colleges in the Capital District have always been a wealth of culture for the area.There's SUNY Albany, Maria College, Russell Sage, St. Rose, Siena, RPI, Union and all the community colleges. Now some of their athletics are garnering national attention too. It will all be new territory for me to explore. Plus there are great little museums and concerts everywhere.
I've already found a great Japanese Steakhouse and Sushi bar close to the new digs. A cool French restaurant and an excellent Spanish restaurant are close too. Albany has a rich Italian heritage so great Italian cuisine is not hard to find. The Albany Symphony has always been a gem. A Saratoga is just a 30 minute hop back up the Northway.
So while I'm leaving the "in, affluent" place north of the Capital District I won't be far from my haunts these last two years. NYC and Boston will be closer. The airport too.
I'm heading to the nudie resort in Florida next Thursday the 22nd, returning the 28th. I'm looking forward to touching up my all over tan, seeing my hair stylist, getting my sexiness implant and playing with friends. Memorial Day is a big event so lots of folks will be there for lots of naughtiness. One of my playmates has already called to make sure we can play.
Then it's back home and "begin the move" time. I can't wait!
The "grand opening" for my new digs is July 7th. Oh, I'll be ready June 2 but my life coach says that date is auspicious. Pre-booking recommended for the festivities.
Life is so good isn't it?
Love and Hugs,
5/11/2014 - Alert for Chicago
If you are traveling to downtown Chicago or live in metropolitan Chicago be aware it's dangerous right now.
You know who has "staff" and high definition cameras set up on the floors of several upscale hotels downtown. This is NOT a rumor.
Be careful. If a well reviewed, legitimate girl asks for extra information for screening, comply. Everyone is concerned.
5/10/2014 - Tulip Time Finally Spring and Syracuse Next Week
It was 86 today. After a mostly gray, drizzly, and cooler week here in Upstate NY this was welcome. I've been freezing my buns off since I came home from Florida. Now my hair is frizzing.
I know...you can never please us.
I am moving forward with my relocation plans. My little brain cells are buzzing with redecorating ideas. It's exciting despite all the work that will be ahead of me. Fortunately, I'll have help.
Very busy week. I didn't even leave my place yesterday. That's a good thing. So today's quiet was welcome. Although the last minute guys called, I was having none of that. And the guys in Syracuse, where I'll be this upcoming week.
While all my ads say "gentle screening and ADVANCE NOTICE" no one reads them.
One just called, wanted to meet in an hour and I didn't know him from Adam's housecat. I'm "busy" tonight as far as he is concerned. The disrespect is a turn off. Let the pimps schedule some time for him. They don't care about respect for their girls. Enough of that.
I've been on a mission for a King Size French style bed. Oh, I found one and it's almost perfect but it's online. And pricey. While I know you are worth every penny I spend to make the boudoir sexy and comfortable I'm not going nuts here. I have a Florida trip the 22nd-28th of May. I want to have fun there. It's looking like a bed frame, no headboard and LOTS of pillows until I save for what I want. NO charging anything!
I'm down 20 pounds and still heading slowly downward. What a difference that makes, flexibility and energy wise. Add those hormones into the mix and I'm a wilder woman these days. :-)
What is interesting is that Trixie and Boom Boom are still about the same size. I don't loose weight in my boobs when I diet. Double :-)'s and still double DD's.
So all is well. Lots of O's, good business, good health and new,sexy digs soon.
Life is good. Enjoy your weekend!
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
4/29/2014 - Month of June
Error;...The dates on the move should be during the month of JUNE, not May. If you read the rest of the sentence it will make sense.
So sorry. xxx's
4/29/2014 - I Am Feeling Frisky Read Why
I'm back to "normal", whatever that is for me. AND raring to go. Two days with no nookie is not a good thing for me. But I did get caught up on a few things, even from the couch.
This will be short. I've a lot on my plate today. ;-)
Here's the business plan I alluded to in the last update. It was to move my incall location to the heart of the Capital District. While I adore the little city in which I'm located it's off the beaten path. Luckily, many of you were willing to beat the path. But guys are busy trying to make a living these days and I know there are those in the Capital District who just can't take an extra hour plus to drive up and back to see me. Life is like that these days.
Plus, my lovely Victorian apartment is colder than hell. And traffic wise, I have to be VERY careful. So, like a bolt out of the blue, it finally dawned on me than rather than finding a crappy little studio here to entertain I should find a place that was 1.easy to entertain and 2.centrally located within the Capital District and 3. bigger.
I found all three. The first day out. Of course a little internet searching greatly shortened the time frame. And knowing the area.
During the month of May I'll have TWO venues to chose from for your recreational needs. The current one and the new one. The important stuff will be in the new one by June 3rd. So until the end of June you have a choice of locations.
I've already purchased a king size bed for the playroom. Yep, that's what I call it. And that's what it will be. And it won't have a Memory Foam mattress. For those who know what I'm talking about and why I say that....have a little chuckle.
I LOVE my queen sized Memory Foam mattress.......for sleeping. With the heated mattress pad I'm moaning with pleasure when I slip between the sheets at night in my frozen bedroom in the winter. Now my bedroom nor my apartment will no longer be frozen.
And I'll have a cozy fire going in the living room during the cooler months. Talk about sexy!
It's going to be hectic and fun these next couple of months but I am SO excited to share this with you.
Life is good! Here's to many romps in the new abode.
Your VERY Naughty Girlfriend,
PS...where? Think close to I-87/I-90 intersection.
4/27/2014 - Lost Weekend
I hope you all have had a lovely weekend. I've spent most of mine on the couch. I've had a case of the yuks. While the phone has been busily ringing I don't feel right about seeing anyone when I'm not up to snuff.
Hopefully, tomorrow, things will be back to normal. And isn't that the way life is? Everything is going along swimmingly and the rug gets pulled out from under you.
I had a fabulous week until that point. Easter Sunday service, drive to share dinner with my Sis and family and stayed the night. Great fun.
Busy Upstate and feeling fabulous. I'm working on some changes in how I operate my business but they are positive. I drove back from my Sister's Monday morning and met with my life coach to discuss them. I'd already conferred with family and friends.
In the past, I've always made spontaneous decisions, based on emotions. This last year or so I've taken the time to do my homework and research before I jump in with both feet. As my plans progress I'll fill you in. I'm not where I can share yet. NO...I'm not retiring! Just the opposite.
My life coach and I had a great time together and she confirmed my thoughts and desires and added her spin. Sis has been in on this and she's in agreement. Client friends too. Fingers crossed!
I had lunch after our appointment at my favorite Sushi place in Latham. The phone rang. An old friend wanted to reunite. The timing was good so I headed home. I was IN the mood big time. It's always a delight to have old friends return.
That evening I received a text from a gent who had previously contacted me from NYC. I wasn't there at the time and the same was true again. But he called and we decided that I would take Amtrak down the next day. I offered my donation requirement and he concurred.
I can catch Amtrak from where I live but instead, drove to Rensselaer. It's really a stress free way to get to the city. When you add up the cost of tolls, gas, parking in NYC and aggravation Amtrak is a relaxing and cost effective way to get there.
I hadn't had time to get to the gym so I walked from Penn Station to his hotel in Hell's Kitchen. It was a warm day and I'd worked up a sweat.
We met in the lobby and I smiled to myself. Gorgeous, younger executive. And an Anneke film fan. A quick hug and kiss and I hopped in the shower. I wanted to be sweet for this hottie.
After, we caught a cab to Tribecca and had a leisurely dinner at a tiny Italian restaurant. Excellent freshly prepared food and great company. A cab back to Penn Station and he walked me to the ticket window. I'd made a fixed return reservation and he wanted to make sure I could swap that out for an earlier time. No worries and we kissed goodbye. I was home by midnight.
The rest of the week I was blessed with some exceptional adventures with some gorgeous and well equipped gents. One very young man and I ended our time together with a long pillow talk. He was 22 but an old soul. No, "hey" stuff or the "let's hang out" nonsense that I get from the text generation. He could write and speak in articulate and complete sentences. Rare these days and it restored my faith that this next generation coming up don't all have their noses in their cell phones.
I will NOT make text appointments with people I don't know. Call me old school but it's too impersonal. The voice says it all.
So I'm taking it easy this weekend. One old friend yesterday morning before I got feeling yukky. I've been burning the candle at both ends so I think my body said.....enough, you're not a spring chicken any more kiddo.
And I've listened. I've camped out on the couch and watched Sahara with Michael Palin on PBS this afternoon after Sunday Morning. I'm feeling better so I think a little "ride" is coming on me. I promise, not far and I'll take it easy.
Tonight is Call the Midwife, Game of Thrones and the Blechley Circle. Notice I stuck something racy in the middle. LOVE Game of Thrones. As a huge Tolkien fan I love the fantasy genre. What a naughty, nasty bunch of folks they are. And I'm not the only one who thinks so. Lots of you are watching it.
I thought True Blood finished last season but the final one starts in June. Since I've read all the books I've been discouraged since the beginning at how far the story line strayed from Charlene Harris's. Oh well, it's still very naughty and nasty and preposterous.
For those of you in Tampa, if you haven't looked at my calendar, I'll be back May 22-28. Hormone implants, hair stylist and Memorial Day fun at the nudist resort. Can't wait!
I'll have some answers to my business plans this week and I'll share as soon as I can. In the meantime, life is good. Even on the couch!
Love and Hugs,
PS...my finger is healing properly. Still lightly bandaged but doing well.
4/15/2014 - Rembrances and Happiness Survives
I'm in Boston and it's a sad day of remembrance. My heart goes out to the proud and STRONG people of Boston. This should never have happened but it did and folks here are resilient. Blessings to you all during the difficult day.
True to my nature, my positive self found something uplifting.
I can't think of anything that fits the bill more than Pharrel Williams hit song that is taking the world by storm. Along side Bobby McFerrins "Don't Worry Be Happy" THIS song has blessed many of us. I think we ALL need those moments that lift us up from time to time.
If you need uplifting today here's the link to the video. www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6Sxv-sUYtM
Go ahead...tap your feet and dance if you feel like it.
If you want to sing along here's the lyrics.
It might seem crazy what I’m about to say
Sunshine she’s here, you can take a break
I’m a hot air balloon that could go to space
With the air, like I don’t care baby by the way
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like that’s what you wanna do
Here come bad news talking this and that, yeah,
Well, give me all you got, and don’t hold it back, yeah,
Well, I should probably warn you I’ll be just fine, yeah,
No offense to you, don’t waste your time
Hey, come on
Bring me down
Can't nothing bring me down
My level's too high
Bring me down
Can't nothing bring me down
I said (let me tell you now)
Bring me down
Can't nothing bring me down
My level's too high
Bring me down
Can't nothing bring me down
Hey, come on
Bring me down… can’t nothing…
Bring me down… my level's too high…
Bring me down… can’t nothing…
Bring me down, I said (let me tell you now)
I don't know about you but I'm chair dancing. After a fabulous O and this song, all the sadness in the world this day couldn't get me down.
Life is good. Let's be thankful for every day we have it.
Love, Hugs and a BIG Smile,
4/14/2014 - Spring Hopes and Boston Reverence