The Mystery of Madame X

As you may have noticed, I took a little break here… as I’m sure many of you have. All’s well on my end, and I *really* appreciate all of everyone that reached out to me privately over this past year to check in while I put my public persona into hibernation mode.

Besides the obvious, there were many reasons for my extremely extended vacation, and I’ll be honest about a few of them 😉

First, while I suppose some of you might regard me as a professional in this realm, I operate in a completely separate arena in regards to my primary occupation, and I was sorely in need of a career overhaul. It took a lot of work, and a lot of time (and more than a little advice from some of you), but I’m happy to say that I’m back on track to where I want to be. It won’t be the first time, and certainly not the last time, that I want to express my deep gratitude to all of you who support me here while I chase after my goals, without falling into the dangerous pit of chasing dollars.

Second, I’m a whole person here. There were personal things going on. Nothing bad, but just time consuming. I’m sure you all know how stuff like that can be (and if we know each other personally, I’ll be sure to tell you how it is, lol).

Third… well, we can’t keep ignoring the elephant in the room, can we?

It’s kind of scary out there right now. Whether you’ve completely closed in to explore the inner depths of your soul through solitude like a Buddhist monk, or you high fived your inner nihilist and are totally ready to live out the last days of Venice, you have to admit that these are strange times. I myself am somewhere in between… and a frequent flier through the drive through testing site around the corner of my house. Thankfully, I was already in the habit of washing my hands at every opportunity, and I enjoy having an excuse to hide from automated facial recognition.

Still, I’m human… and I’ve been buzzing my way through all of the non-human erotic appliances in my arsenal. I *might* be able to be coaxed to get out there and enjoy the real thing!

However, there’s something I have to do before I can even think of doing that. There’s no sexy way to say this, butt…

I’m raising my rates.

Don’t even bother flinching, all of you who know me know that it’s *long since been* time! I’ve been talking about it for what, omg, a year now. I just didn’t want to do it without a little bit of warning, a little bit of explanation, and a whole lot of gratitude for everyone who has been there for me so far.

Besides, I’m just rounding up a little, lol.

And of course, those of you who know me know that none of these changes apply to *you* – I love you guys just the way you are, and I don’t want to change anything between us 😉

However, for those of you who I haven’t yet had the pleasure of meeting, please notice the new price of admission…

… and for those of you that are looking for that last, *last* chance to lock in a legacy rate, please take a peek at this secret page.

Hello Gentlemen –

I know what you’re thinking, or at least what a few of you have told me that you’re thinking – hey, long time no read! And yes, it’s true, I’ve actually held off on updating my site (aside from the tiny details like updating the calendar and a sprinkling of gallery photos) for quite a while now. <== That might be a bit of an understatement…

While excuses are never a thing I endorse, allow me to indulge for just a minute – A *lot* of things have happened! A mindblowing lot, really, and I’m just starting to catch up. The main reason I hadn’t been here was honestly because the site database (which displays all the pretty stuff for you) was breaking down as WordPress always does and I just didn’t have the patience to get back there and sift through the ashes of all those failed incomplete updates. As you can see, a pot of coffee and I just sat down and straightened it out! I still have restore the gallery code… why did no one tell me that the thumbnails stopped tiling?

It wasn’t all technical difficulties though. Some stuff happened that supremely sucked. My pitbull princess passed away (even if you’re an asshole, you must understand that I spent more than half my life loving that dog), and so it’s been a little hard navigating what exactly a woman is supposed to do for herself in this world, when it’s just herself…

OMG that was heavy. Sorry about that guys.

So far I’ve come up with two things that are now possible since being on my own. First, I can go out whenever I feel like it, and stay out for as long as I’d like. That may not be so profound from your perspective, but if you knew the decades of dogsitting favors that are still ahead of me as a result of every single overnight, weekend, and full on vacation I’ve taken with you fine men, you might think a little differently or even offer a fistbump. And you’ve probably noticed that my calendar has become much more lively now than in recent years, which is good news for you boys that are a little out of arms reach 🙂 If you’re scanning the calendar and don’t see your city on there where you wish it was… feel free to reach out!

Second, I can date again.

It’s not that my fur fiend was unfriendly. Everyone was pretty much welcome as long as they fed her, pet her, and stayed the f*ck out of her chair. However, she had an uncanny sense of when an amorous interest was lingering too long… and knew how to make it clear that he should linger no longer. Her primary tactic was just appealing to me and reminding me of all the attention I wasn’t giving her while I was petting someone else. Which would inevitably get creepy, because she was *watching*. Not a curious gaze, she was well versed in animal behavior, but with a steady, disappointed stare that would follow us wherever we would go. Even if I shut the bedroom door (which would earn me a day or so of “don’t touch me” treatment), she would always stay *right on the other side of the door* until I had to walk her.

I’ll never be sure if she was a prude, or a perv.

Anyway, I celebrated my bittersweet liberty this past year with a few flings. Yes, civilian dating! While I usually seek out women for romantic relationships, I decided to live a little dangerously and see what the other set of anatomy had to offer me… and found that to be disappointingly little. I’ll just say that you guys have thoroughly ruined me 🙂

But still, what’s a girl to do with all of this time on my hands? I can only walk myself around the block so many times in one day before I start to feel like I’m wearing a rut around this place… It’s not that I haven’t been up to any good, and as a matter of fact I’ve joined some fascinating social initiatives in my free time (who knew garden club would be just a bunch of suburbanites drinking cosmos in the backyard?), but you know my tastes always lean toward something more wicked… and you know just what flavor I’m looking for!

I’ll leave this brief as it’s just meant to break the *silence* that’s been sitting on this site for so long… I’ll be back with another update soon, but for now I’m going back into code mode.

Let’s see if this thing still handles video…

Like a huge elephant sitting in the living room under the Christmas tree, I simply can’t help but write a post about this holiday season…

Dear Santa –

I’m not going to lie to you, I’ve been a very, very, naughty girl. Of course, you knew that already… and I think you like it when I’m bad. Or at least, you seem to like it, unless you’ve taken to carrying around a giant candy cane in your pants!

Anyway, I figure that tandem spanking that you and Mrs. Claus delivered to my ass last night pretty much got me off the hook for all my naughtiness this year. She really got into it, calling me a ho ho ho and everything – did you spike the eggnog or something? My cheeks were as red as Rudolph’s nose! They’re still a little sore, so I’m writing you a letter rather than climbing into your lap to tell you what I want this year, since I still can’t quite sit down. But that night with Mrs Claus

Santa, this year, I want a doll. I know that doesn’t seem like the right kind of toy for a girl my age, but I want a special type of doll. I want her to be beautiful, with lush butter soft brown skin and smooth curves in all the right places. I want her to have sparkly big brown eyes and full lips that beg to be bitten, and a nice round ass that jiggles like a bowl full of jelly when I slap it. I want her to have perfectly perky breasts to fit in each of my hands when I kiss her, and pointy little nipples to pinch whenever I feel like it. Please hang some ornaments on her too, like a belly ring, a tongue ring, and maybe a clit ring as well.

I want my doll to have a laugh that’s light and airy like tinsel and a smile that shines brighter than the North Star. I want her to have a tongue hot enough to melt all the ice on the North Pole! And I want her to love to use it on me, and on you too, Santa.

I don’t want to be naughty all by myself this year Santa, so please bring me Kassidy and tuck her under the tree for me. If you do, I promise to be good and let you stuff my stocking whenever you want. I know you’ll like her too! No need to wrap her up for me, I’m just going to rip it all off as soon as she gets here anyway 🙂

Merry Christmas,

X

Fantasy letters aside, the old adage stands true – if you wan’t something done, best do it yourself! So, in case that senile old man in a red suit *forgot* to get you that amazingly juicy double dip you were wishing for all year long, let’s put a date on your calendar 🙂

Just a heads up, it looks like we’ll be entertaining Rhode Island together shortly after the new year…

Hello Gentlemen –

I added a new gallery to the photos page, go ahead and take a look. What do you think?

I was actually on the fence about posting those photos… not simply because some of them portray the questionable act of vandalism (in my defense that spray can was empty, I found it on the tracks), but because it’s a little out of the ordinary of what I’ve posted here so far, and certainly out of the ordinary from what you might find on the usual site of a lady of the night…

(That, and the photo quality is a little off. We do what we can, right?)

No need to flatter me with feigned exclusivity, I know that you roll around the internet like a normal red blooded male (or female) and check out other women’s websites. I’m sure you’re immediately drawn to the photos page, where within a few clicks you can admire some beauty… and perhaps you’re comforted by seeing the cute girls curled up in a bed in the usual boudoir fashion, or dressed to the nines in an evening dress as if to prove to you how comfortable they would be rubbing elbows with the elite at your next charity gala. Or, perhaps you’re bored with all that? I know I am!

Not that I don’t roll around in bed regularly, or clean up well and converse formidably at black tie events (I will allow myself one pat on the back and say that I’m better than many in that regard), but I certainly don’t need pictures to prove it. I’m a complete woman, and while I do roll from the boardroom to the bedroom to the ballroom on a regular basis, I go a lot of places in between, and that’s what I’d like to show you 🙂

No doubt you do to. You know that you’re much more than just your occupation, you’ve got interests outside of work. Well, so do I, not that that would ever shock a thinking man. One of my interests is shooting artistic photos (and video, but I haven’t posted any… yet) whenever I get the chance.

Most of them don’t get seen here, for a few reasons. First off, at this point I am almost certain that I have more photos of myself than I’ll ever see. I edit very little, because I don’t have time for more. Second, while I know that depending on what the camera does for me on any given day I can look really sexy, I don’t really do most of my photoshoots *trying* to look sexy. Most of the time, I’m shooting art for art’s sake. Sure, that sounds pretentious, and on some level I bet it is. I even have photos of myself wearing a raspberry beret, for chrissakes, so I know I hit the pretentious artist vibe often 🙂

Most times though, I’m just trying to have fun. I do have a lot of fun! Rolling around in the mud, tangling myself up in strings of pearls, and running through the woods with reckless abandon like the woodnymph I wish I was. I’ll happily get down and dirty in the name of artistic expression (or for no good reason at all) any day. I know you love a dirty girl, don’t you? I guess you’ll just have to take my word for it that I clean up pretty well too, lol.

Seriously though, about this last batch of photos… too much for you all? Are they quirky in a sexy kind of way, or just too crazy for the ultra-refined attitude of this lifestyle? Should I stick to yet another set of shots of me in a hotel bed, or show off my latest Ralph Lauren evening gown… or would you guys rather see me as I really am, running up and down the train tracks wearing black vinyl?

I figure that if you really want to see what I look like in bed, you could always invite me into yours 🙂

~Mme X~

Hello Gentlemen –

Well, it’s that time again in Boston. Back to school time. Enjoy the horrendous traffic while all the students drive back in from all over the country, figure out what streets their parking passes are for, and inevitably discover that Storrow drive is *seriously* not made for moving trucks.

I’m also going back for the semester, so things might get a bit quiet around here. It’s come time in my academic career to finally slay some required math dragons, and so I’ve got to concentrate…

Of course, you’re always welcome to call me up for a study break! I know that I’ll definitely need it! Nothing gets me to understand physics theories like experimenting with the physical 🙂

Here’s a quick study guide for you – these are actual math terms, with actual useful applications besides getting a giggle out of the hot geeky chick in the lab.

Cox-Zucker machine. What sounds like a high-tech device for oral sex is actually an algorithm used in the study of certain curves, including those that arise in cryptography. The story goes that David A. Cox co-authored a paper with fellow mathematician Steven Zucker, just so that the dirty-sounding term would enter the lexicon.

Fuzzy set. An ordinary set is like a club — you’re in or you’re out. With a fuzzy set, membership is a bit uncertain. Something can be both partially inside the set and partially outside. Fuzzy sets can be useful in biology and engineering in situations in which information is incomplete or imprecise.

Hairy ball theorem. This theorem is about how vectors can be arrayed on the surface of a sphere. Imagine a sphere covered with fur — with each strand of hair representing a vector. According to the hairy ball theorem, it’s impossible to comb the hair without creating a cowlick somewhere on the sphere.

LaTeX. Not for rubber fetishists. LaTeX is actually an offshoot of TeX (pronounced “tech,” a reference to technical typing), a popular computer package for typesetting mathematical terms and equations. LaTeX, which is considered more user-friendly than TeX, was named for its developer, American computer scientist Leslie Lamport, 73.

Tits alternative. No, it’s not about alternatives to breasts. The Tits alternative is a theorem discovered by French mathematician Jacques Tits, 83. It states that a certain class of mathematical groups has either one type of internal structure or another — that’s the alternative. Group theory has proven helpful in the study of everything from particle physics to Rubik’s cubes as well as mathematical equations.

Wiener measure. Size matters in math too. But the Wiener measure, named after American mathematician Norbert Wiener, who died in 1964, is an indication of how likely it is for a continuous function (think of a graph showing daily fluctuations in stock prices) to lie within certain limits.

Oh by the way, that’s not photoshop… it’s a real library. You’d be surprised how deserted those places are, what with the internet nowadays and everything 😉

So, there are my plans… and you’re welcome to see where you can fit in to them 🙂 In the meantime, enjoy your fireworks and have a great holiday!

Hello Gentlemen –

Well, so glad *that’s* over with now, aren’t we? After a particularly frigid cold winter, I feel like I’m almost finished thawing out… and just in time for Spring! I can’t believe it, just two days ago freezing rain and snow were being driven out of the sky and onto the roads, and now I’m here debating whether or not to shave my dog.

And honestly, I’m kind of in shock! I don’t know about you, but this winter has completely *drained* my usually half-full glass of optimism… time for a refill 🙂

I was actually looking for a well written rendition of my favorite drink, the St Germain sidecar (it’s a chick drink, I know, but it’s damn good!) to post for someone, but since Google does not drink, he decided that this looks like the best St. Germain recipe on the internet right now –

How do you make a screaming Orgasm?
Shanna Germain

If only it was my lover asking and not these pasty-faced
bar boys with their fake IDs, and their desire
to see me blush. I tell them about raspberry liquor,
pineapple juice, the clink of ice against the glass.
But I can tell it is not what they’re looking for,
their eyes following the shift of legs, the curve of hip.

If only it was my lover asking, then I would say:
Start with an ounce of slow soft strokes.
Combine two pats of butt with a whisper
of tongue against teeth.
Add a touch of hand to the back of the neck,
a lick of earlobe, a pinch of nipple.
Stir until you reach the desired consistency.
······················································Serve hot….

Actually, I’m inclined to agree with Google at the moment, that *does* sound like it would taste great, wouldn’t it? Let me know if you’d like to try your hand at playing bartender 🙂

Taking a good look at my calendar so far, it looks like 2014 is going to be a fantastic year! The weather’s warmed up to the point where I’m able to plan to go North again, and so I’ll be in Portland ME later on this month, from the 10th to the 15th. Grace Sheperd was nice enough to show me around the Old Port last time, and so now I know where to find a fantastic $5 dozen of oysters and a fantastic Earl Grey martini, as well as the best chocolate covered bacon currently being produced on the planet. So you know where to find me…

And speaking of oysters, I’ll be headed down to Long Island later on in April, which has been pulling up a number of fantastic oyster varieties out of it’s bays for the last few years. At first I was a little leery of eating anything out of the Long Island sound (whatever, admit it), but since my favorite West Coast oysters are off limits now (they officials *say* their safe… but whatever, admit it!) I decided to try something new, and was very pleasantly surprised! My new favorite oyster, at least for the next 250 years or so while the waste from Fukishima fades away, is the Naked Cowboy out of Port Jeff 🙂 The Island Creek Oyster Farm will always hold a special piece of my heart though… as long as they keep hosting that fantastic $1 oyster shot happy hour at the Bleacher Bar during Red Sox season!

And yep, I said Red Sox season, not baseball season… I wonder how popular I’ll be in NY?

That’s not the only excitement on the calendar – I’ll also be headed to New Orleans, and on into Miami in the fall. We’ll see what else comes my way and which ways I head in the meantime! So excited for warm weather, I don’t even know where to begin. It’s still a little early, but I’m already eyeing new breeds of tomatoes to put in the yard, and making plans to survey my diving spots… this year’s going to be awesome 🙂

While I’m a big fan of New Year’s Eve parties (the perfect way to destress after all that stifling commercialized holiday nonsense), I’d be all in favor of shifting the calendar so that the first day of Spring was the start of the new year. That’s when life really begins, isn’t it?

As if it weren’t perfect enough – these photos were taken in Maine, by a photographer from NY, what are the odds? And for your further viewing pleasure… I can’t wait to meet this woman in October!

Hello Gentlemen –

So I was looking (for no particular reason mind you… other than pure desperation) and flights from Portsmouth to FL right now are only $160 round trip. I’m *very* tempted…and jealous that Alaska is reaching record high temperatures this year!

As far as global warming is concerned, I do believe New England is getting the short end of the stick right now. Boo.

On the upside, this winter I have spent plenty of time enjoying my fluffy black bathrobe, and made good use of that crazy mini-spree when I simply *had* to have dozens of pairs of thigh high sweater socks. How are all of you faring this winter?

In addition to bundling up with the contents of my closet, I’ve been giving some thought to letting my natural fur coat grow in down below 🙂 Some of you are probably shaking your head and wondering why, others are probably shaking your head and wondering why I’d consider anything else. Well, let me tell you a little bit of history about my pubic hair.

I don’t really make too much mention of it here (there’s been a couple of crazy fan boys, it’s a shame. they’re the bane of the adult industry), but for those of you that have known me for a while, you may remember that I *am* a professional model. Well, times have changed me, and I can’t change time and all that, so I don’t do as much of it as I used to as more academic interests of mine have taken over. However, I do take assignments fairly often, so long as the time+money+awesome=yes equation balances out well. Basically, if the project and crew look like fun, and there’s enough money in it to distract me from the other work that I really ought to be doing instead, then I’m down for it!

And what does that have to do with pubic hair, you might ask? Well, it’s complicated.

Some of my projects are very artistic in nature. For example, last summer I was commissioned to do a gallery piece displaying my full, curly bush, and shaving it off – a series of 20 pictures, meant to show the evolution of the construct of female sexuality between the 70’s and now. It looks more awesome than it sounds (and it occurs to me that I never posted the pictures here, I suppose I could dig them up), and of course the whole thing came with a nice quick trip to Cali and enough money to pay for shipping home all the things I bought while I was in K-town.

Some projects… well, I consider them artistic, but I’m sure many people might consider them glorified porn. Most of my best work gets shipped to Japan, a place I’ve never been, and I’m told that I’ve built quite a following there. No more talk of that, before the urge to scour google overcomes you… but honestly, you *had* to have figured out by now that I’m a little bit of a freak, right? Don’t worry, we can work out our kinks together 🙂

Anyway, not to beat around the bush, I was contacted earlier this week for an assignment that lies somewhere on the art/porn spectrum, and requires a full, natural bush. The kind you can run your fingers through, bury your face in, and pet like a cute little kitty 🙂 Unfortunately, for me to grow out *that* level of under-afro is going to take at least a month, quite possibly two or even three… and I just don’t know if I want to do that. I guess it’s just the fear of commitment.

Of course, the other factors are all in line, but no trip to Cali this time unfortunately. Fortunately, the producer is conveniently located in the place where Madame X made her first appearance, in the land of awesome unshaven hippie chicks like myself – Western MA 🙂 So, if I sign, I’ll have plenty of reasons to show off my dressed-to-impress pubic region at all of my old diving spots, which I am looking forward to. But still, I suppose I have some remnants of my 90’s counterculture attitude in me, and rules bug me out. I really don’t mind not shaving, lol, but not being *allowed* to shave? Hmm… I take orders in the bedroom (when I feel like it, lol), and absolutely nowhere else.

Right now, the contract is blank, and it keeps sliding to the side of my desk. It’s got to either get signed or get out of here. How do you all feel about pubic hair? Is this a golden opportunity to get paid to get reacquainted with my natural state of being, or is it going to get really annoying to not be able to wear a bikini until June?

Honestly, I’m not sure whether or not I’d be surprised to know how much time you spend thinking about my pussy, I’m really not 🙂 But, if you could think about it briefly and let me know your thoughts about my hidden hairstyle, I’d greatly appreciate it 🙂

As it stands now, I’m in the soft and fuzzy stage, and I’ll be in Springfield MA early next week from the 2nd to the 4th. I’d love to see some of my old friends welcome me home! It’s been a while. Depending on how things go and what I decide to do with this piece of paper here, Springfield could start seeing a lot more of me (and some more hair on me, lol) for a while!

Western MA is an amazing place, I swear 🙂 Lucky for you, my occasional partner in crime Kassidy is going to be heading out there as well. If you think you could use a little extra hot chocolate to warm you up this winter, then I *definitely* suggest you find some time to slide in between us 🙂

Hmm… and what else? I’ll be out at the casino for V Day weekend, in case any of you are feeling romantic 🙂 And Albany again in March… you may want to check the calendar to see what else winter has in store for us, as well as join my mailing list for a more in depth forecast.

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Hello Gentlemen –

What a fantastic year it’s been, hasn’t it? Well, not completely… but it did certainly have it’s high points 🙂 I hope all of you got exactly what you wanted for Christmas, though I do apologize for not being able to curl up under everyone’s tree, lol.

I myself got an *amazing* XXXmas present this year.  Being as it’s truly better to give than receive, I knew one of my favorite gentlemen had a birthday coming up, and as he’s already unwrapped this particular present several times I wanted to do something special, something to highlight a common interest that we have… and of course, something that I hadn’t already given him (so oral sex is out of the picture, at least for the moment, lol). What to do? I needed something special, something really sexy, something that said without question that we both deserve hours of erotic pleasure and would ensure that we’d get it…

OMG, not just *something*, *someone*! I knew exactly who to call. As a matter of fact, I’d been searching for an excuse to call her for years – Kassidy!

Lol, it’s not that I’m overly shy (I am, but just a bit), but even though I’ve been Kassidy’s admirer since we first met way back in the day at the Casino (where we will be again soon – more on that in a minute), but I do keep rather busy, and it’s obvious to anyone that Kassidy does as well. Quite the traveler, that lady! Our paths kept crossing as we ran through New England, but like two ships passing in the night we were never both in the same place at the same time long enough to properly introduce ourselves to one another, let alone get to know each other biblically 🙂

Not that I didn’t think about it, often. She’s much more than simply *hot*. Such gorgeous eyes, a super sweet smile, skin like chocolate silk, legs for days and an ass I could slap all night (a bit too graphic? Sorry, not sorry). Of course, all that I could tell by looking at her. After years of quick half conversations as we found ourselves at the same parties for a few minutes here and there, I also quickly gathered that she’s an amazing woman. Brilliantly eloquent, but still less talk than action. In case you haven’t guessed, I’m a fan! So, I decided to cross her off *my* wishlist and invite her to come with me to give ourselves to a very lucky birthday boy 🙂

Since it’s not only my story to tell, lol, I’ll leave the dirty details to your devious minds and just say that I believe a happy birthday was had by all… though I must say that I think this is a gift that will keep on giving 🙂 What I knew was going to be an amazing night turned into a fantastic weekend, and Kassidy and I had a blast together! We even threw together an impromptu XXXmas photoshoot, which you can see in my slightly unseasonable blog photos here.

Thinking you might need to reclaim a little holiday cheer for yourself, and hoping for a double serving of hot chocolate? Feel free to get a hold of either of us, and maybe we can arrange to come jingle your bells 🙂

I have my 2014 calendar now, so let’s start filling it!

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Hello Gentlemen!

I’m still firmly in denial that summer’s over… but it’s been a beautiful autumn this year, so I suppose it could be much worse. It feels like just yesterday (or maybe last blog post, lol) I was roasting in the sun all day and enjoying afternoon cookouts with the neighbors, and now I’m wondering whether or not someone’s magically going to come and rake my leaves for me, or if I’ve got to do it myself again. Even though it doesn’t feel like it, a lot has happened between here and there!

First off, I took my first cruise. It was awesome (thanks so much) and I can’t wait to do it again! And, I visited my first non-Jamaica Caribbean island. I don’t know if all the others are as nice as Bermuda, but I was very much impressed! I lost a day-job coworker a few years ago to a Bermudan man, and it was nice to be able to visit her – I can very much see why she doesn’t miss Boston all that much. It was hard coming back as it was, knowing that I was leaving all that tropical weather behind me and coming back to a quickly cooling New York Harbor…

Luckily, the weather’s been holding up here since. I already crossed my annual hiking expedition off of my list, but I’ve got one (yes, *one* – the day job’s been a bit oppressive lately) free weekend left this fall and I’m anxious to use it to it’s fullest potential. I was thinking Albany… but then again it’s a beautiful ride up to Burlington this time of year… I’m not sure. Maybe you can make up my mind for me? My travel dates are 11/2-11/5.

Speaking of autumnal reds, I did find myself lucky enough to come back to a pleasant surprise. My ex fling and her gorgeous red hair – above and below – are back in the area for the fall, and indefinitely. Apparently it didn’t work out with that hideous troll she moved down to TX for (who would’ve guessed?) and so she’s back to regroup and get her head on straight before she heads out onto the dating scene again.

Of course, I was happy to help her get her clothes on straight before she left my house in the morning 🙂

I’d use my travel time to head up to Winnipesauke to check out some foliage and my redhead’s cleavage again… but we never crossed the line from hooking up to hooked, so I of course never told her about what I’m doing here with all of you 🙂 She’s mentioned a few men in her past though, which makes me think of asking her to join me for at least one more… maybe, we’ll see. She’s a wild one, though. Any minute now I’m sure she’s going to run off across time zones with someone else, since she says I’m way too girly for her.

I know you guys probably do, but *I* don’t really think of myself as a girly girl. Yes, I cook, clean, and occasionally even decorate with fresh flowers. I am inconsolably terrified of bugs, especially spiders. I shave my legs and armpits regularly, and have even been known to wear makeup, dresses, and heels without a special occasion to go along with it… but that’s about the extent of my girliness, I think. I mean, I’m a woman and enjoy being one, but I’m not overly *girly*, am I?

Oh, and I did feel my self get noticeably wet while shoe shopping yesterday. I guess that is wikid girly. But to be fair, I did not expect it. You must see these shoes.

Seeing my favorite female firecrotch again did remind me that I also have to get my head straight and get back on the scene… tell me guys, where are all the gorgeous, no too too femme, but still pleasantly feminine, drama free (unlike that girl, for sure) bisexual chicks hiding these days? I appreciate your suggestions, and your introductions!

Speaking of amazing introductions, I will be in CT again soon 🙂 Looking forward to meeting you again…

To celebrate the end of summer, I decided to decorate this blog post with pictures of me au naturel out in nature! So hard to say goodbye to yesterday, isn’t it?

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