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Go ahead, Fall for it!

Thursday, October 17th, 2013

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 πŸ™‚

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 πŸ™‚ 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 πŸ™‚ 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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Ass and you shall receive

Saturday, April 13th, 2013

Hello Gentlemen!

Spring seems to have finally sprung (despite that little snow scare we had this morning) and I’m feeling quite frisky πŸ™‚ More thoroughly than just in the naughty way – I’m feeling motivated to go out and get some things done in the world, as you might be able to guess from the state of my calendar!

Where to begin… I’ve found a way to squeeze in a little play time down in Atlantic City next weekend, to go have some fun at the Exxxotica Expo and catch up with a few of my pornstar ex girlfriends. I have yet to be to a single Exxxotica event, but love the idea of it. It looks like quite the party, with a very promising guest list… including myself and the lovely Grace Sheperd, who will be joining me for the weekend. I have a feeling that we’ll be spending a lot of time in the dungeon… and I also have a feeling that I’ve finally found a place to wear my new green latex hobble skirt. Or maybe the white Marilyn dress? Or perhaps my favorite nurse’s outfit… that might be a bit much, as I have yet to persuade pasties to stay on my nipples for more than 15 minutes before popping off. Anyway, I know that I will be wearing at least *some* of my rubber wardrobe, as I certainly would whenever any of you gentlemen requested it… provided you’re patient enough to watch me slide into it…

And a very appreciative thank you to those of you who are πŸ˜‰

After that we’ll both be headed home via Hartford CT, where I’ll slip into more latex and head out to the Art Cinema with Grace for more pornographic fun. Feel free to volunteer yourself to escort us out for the evening, and watch us watch porn – a double voyeur experience! I suppose it’s not totally observation only though, as we encourage audience participation from certain parties πŸ™‚

After that you’re going to have to go and check out the calendar yourself, as there’s a little NYC, some more CT, and even some DC on there!

Of course as I’m sure most of you know, if you don’t see me coming to a certain area where you wish I was, you’re more than welcome to ask. I can’t imagine the incredible patience of some of you who will sit and wait for years (yes, years I’ve been told – how pathetic sweet) waiting for me to somehow telepathically know that if I just booked dates for your town, you’d *finally* screw up your courage and make a date. While I’m sure that the anticipation and longing makes that eventual meeting all the more sweeter for *you*, I prefer a more masculine sort of charm to my men, possessed by gentlemen who are not afraid to reach out to me and let me know exactly what they want, and suggest how and when I might be able to give it to them. For such men, I usually give much more than asked with even more enthusiasm than obedience πŸ™‚ Not only is it nice to feel desired, it also makes it much easier to plan my schedule around you. I’m told I have many talents, but mind reading is not one of them.

This same sort of direct attitude that I so much appreciate in my men applies to many more aspects of our date than simply the very setting of the appointment, though that is of course a very important first step. It also applies to what we’re actually going to be doing together. While even in my day job I am not a fan of overly regimented meetings and I’m sure any woman would look at you weirdly (and probably then flick a rather targeted glance from you to the door) if you showed up with a written out agenda comprising of the acts you’d like to enjoy, it is equally as annoying to try to please a man who seems to have his heart set on something specific with no intentions of actually letting me know what that is, as though he’d rather leave disappointed than face the possible embarrassment of telling another living soul what he’s after in bed. That’s a sad state of being and I do truly feel sorry for you if that’s your situation, but sorry ҉ sexy and I’ve really got no interest in mercy fvcking… So, unless you’ve got a serious fetish for charades, you’d be best to go ahead and tell me what you want! I especially enjoy men who’ll grab me close and whisper their dirty desires in my ear, tell me what they want me to do, how they like it, and make me describe how I’m going to do it to them. And make it sound wonderfully sexy, scandalous and dirty… I love it.

Taking a slight step back for the steamy mental image of you telling me exactly how you’d like to, umm… fill in the blank… there are a few things that probably should be said before the session. If I’m traveling and you really had envisioned seeing me in a certain type of outfit, a particular shoe, or with a certain apparatus, I’ll be better able to accommodate your request if you let me know while I’m still in the packing process. A good part of my riding crop collection, while beautiful (I really have to post the latest photos I took with the rose bud crop I got to celebrate spring, though a nice bouquet might suit me better) is just a bit too long to fit well into any suitcase I currently own. They do get out of the house occasionally, but admittedly only by special request (either yours or mine, lol). Same with many of my more elaborate electrotoys, and my swarovski crystal bra lingerie set.

Please don’t take any of this as a complaint – I do enjoy special requests a great deal. But you’ve got to ask – nothing disappoints me more than breaking out a fresh pair of 10 dernier silk stockings with seed pearl seams only to find that I’ve gone to meet a man that cares nothing for hosiery and in fact finds garter clips infuriating. Also disappointing is finding myself in bed with a playmate who is responding wonderfully to nipple play… only to realize that I’ve left my snake bite cups, tweezer clamps, and clothespins at home. Slightly less disappointing as I *am* quite resourceful, but still – I could have done better with a little time to gather my thoughts at home, where I have my entire arsenal at my disposal πŸ™‚

And please, don’t just think that you’re offering me packing or wardrobe advice when you think of seductive little tidbits to throw into your emails while we’re looking forward to our fantastic night together. Once we’re through the initial introductions (and I’ve verified exactly who I’m being introduced to) we can speak as freely as we’d like, so feel free to tell me whatever you like. Do you particularly enjoy pictures of my pubic hair? It might help to let me know, before I trim it all down to a subtle fuzz for you.  Are you a fan of feet? I’ll be extra sure to put on fresh polish and pick out some peep toe pumps for you. I’m not out to be all that vulgar, but as you may imagine there are some erotic acts that require a little more forethought and timing than others…

This is not at all to say that I prefer to leave the finer points of the evening all up to someone else’s control, but I only aim to please. If there’s something particular that you have your heart set on incorporating into our evening, just let me know… and I’ll be sure to make full use of my creativity around that πŸ™‚

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Monday, November 19th, 2012

Hello Gentlemen –

Wow, the holidays sure did rush in on us, didn’t they? I almost forgot to buy my turkey… and since my dog didn’t bring any in this year (she’s doing much better, thank you to everyone who asked. Up and running, but not very long distances yet), I had to go to the store. And yes, to anyone that asks, I make an *amazing* bird! I just finished putting it in the pot to brine with a couple of oranges and a cup of honey, and have gotten a few pounds of bacon to slide under the skin. Bacon makes everything better πŸ™‚ Especially if you’re a vegetarian!

It’s common knowledge at this point that food is the way to a man’s heart, but I have my suspicions that if science ever does find a way to a woman’s heart, food will somehow be implicated in that as well πŸ™‚ Maybe moreso for some than for others, and maybe even more for me – I’ve been known to enjoy a human sundae on occasion, and I’ve got quite the sexual appetite. I scream for ice cream! I actually just scooped myself a ball of scotch bonnet ice cream, which plays a surprisingly fun game of hot and cold in my mouth. It would probably do the same to you. We should try that…

I’m not really a true believer in aphrodisiacs, but it seems my personal taste compels me to stock my fridge with chock full of all those goodies that supposedly drive a girl wild. Figs, ginger, oysters, chocolate, honey, avocados, arugula, shrimp… I grow a big tub of basil, rosemary and sage growing by the window, as it’s just too much of a hassle to for me keep fresh herbs in the fridge. Maybe that’s my secret? Such a good secret I’ve managed to keep it from *myself* all of these years (I do pride myself on my discretion, thank you very much) – I just figured that I liked good food πŸ™‚

I was thumbing over the the internet looking for a good frosting recipe, and I once again stumbled upon Intercourses, the lusciously beautiful aphrodisiac cookbook. I’ve given it as a gift so many times (and just ordered a copy for my friend’s housewarming party later on this month), but I’ve never actually owned the book myself. Um, I’d like to? I *really* hate to be the one to rush through holidays, but I’ll gently remind you that Christmas is coming…

Not to be too short with you all, but I’ve got things to do and lemons to zest, so I’ll leave you with a joke and a video πŸ™‚ But before I go, I’ll remind you of something else I forgot- my new pics in the photo gallery. They’re over there now (just not before last week’s casino trip as I promised – but wll in advance of my next one in January!) so go take a look πŸ™‚

Top Ten Things You Can Only Say at Thanksgiving

10. Talk about a huge breast!
9. Tying the legs together keeps the inside moist.
8. If I don’t undo my pants, I’ll burst!
7. That’s one terrific spread!
6. It’s a little dry, do you still want to eat it?
5. Just wait your turn, you’ll get some!
4. Don’t play with your meat.
3. I didn’t expect everyone to come at once!
2. How long will it take after you stick it in?

And the Number #1 thing you can only say on Thanksgiving….

1. I’m in the mood for a little dark meat.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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Gimme some sugar :)

Wednesday, September 26th, 2012

Hello Gentlemen!

Hope things have been going well for you. As always, things are just peachy over here, though very, *very* busy… all in a good way, though it occasionally gets hard to remember that when I’m looking at my bed and realizing that it’s going to be a bit longer than I’d like before I can crawl into it, and a bit sooner than I’d like before I’m going to have to get out of it again.

C’est la vie, c’est la vie – and I do love it dearly, you know. It’s just very full right now, but I’m looking forward to winding down a little toward the end of the month, and giving myself a few days of great times and good company in CT right before the end of it all… which you’d already know if you had checked the calendar πŸ™‚

Even with that mild touch of complaining, I really don’t have a right to. I pretty much partied like a rock star all over my last trip to Maine, and fully intend on doing it again soon! Maine has the best oysters ever. No contest, hands down, high five. And they also have a great looking bar that serves the most delicious Earl Gray vodka. If you thought Absolute Boston was good (and I did) then you should go and grab yourself a drink there. And take me with you!

I was chatting over one of these delightful beverages with a friend of mine (who’s well aware of this lifestyle and we do keep it light anyway – I’m not one to kiss and tell!) when she asked, in the most tactful way mind you, how much entertaining I’ve been doing lately. A simple question. And to me, with a simple answer… but apparently not so much in her eyes.

“Well, I keep up with some guys. I’ve been seeing mostly the same people for years now… occasionally I see someone new.” I’m roughly paraphrasing myself here – she asked for a little more explanation, and I’m *sure* you’ve noticed how skillfully I can dodge a direct answer.

“Oh, so you’re a sugar baby?” Direct quote from my barstool buddy.

Eeek… well then, she certainly did say it, didn’t she? Sugar Baby.

For those of you that I’ve known over the years, you may have noticed that I keep a fairly low profile most of the time, though I really did try and make the effort by joining Twitter. I generally don’t advertise (I just dislike the word advertise really), though a few times a year you might find me mentioning myself somewhere. It’s true that I’m significantly happier deepening an existing physical connection than just casting my net wide for new dance partners, and as a result I tend to see the same men regularly for months and years. As a result of *that* several of my friends have just set up recurring dates, on a given day of the week or whatever, so that we can keep our schedules as stress free as possible. I’m a stable enough part of some people’s lives for, uh, trusting partnerships surrounding modest assets to be a realistic consideration.

However, I cringe at the label of Sugar Baby. I pretty much thumb my nose at most labels, as you probably have already noticed. I break all molds! And I am *not* a sugar baby. One of the greatest things about this lifestyle, from my perspective, is that there are no expectations, commitments, or obligations. I truly do love seeing you, but when I walk out the door after seeing you, I don’t want either of us to have any reason to see each other again aside from the sheer desire to do so.

Being a sugar baby would ruin that entirely! I don’t want to pick a bill out of mailbox, and have *that* be the reminder that you should be calling me sooner rather than later. I don’t want to call you to remind you to come back for some close contact because tuition is coming due. I definitely don’t want to become an itemized bill on your balance sheet! Please don’t do that to me.

A little while ago (and several times prior) I received an email from a suitor looking to see if I was interested in entering into a sugar-type arrangement. Yeah… doesn’t that seem like a weird question to ask someone you’ve never even met? While I’m sure people do it all the time, as indicated by the bazillion websites that advertise such a thing, I don’t. I’d never commit to seeing someone on a set schedule before knowing if I even like seeing them *once*. I’d imagine that most reasonable men feel the same way, right? If the desire for a certain type of relationship dictates the type of woman you’re looking for, that seems to me to be putting the cart before the horse, really. Let’s get together, see if it’s something we’d like to do more often, and then we can talk about what comes next!

While I do sincerely hope that you’ll call on me again, I don’t ever want to be in the position where I expect you to, or arrange my life so that I need you to. I have a very nice life with several fairly strong, vibrantly fun careers, and you gentlemen are always invited to ice the cake, as it were πŸ™‚ You can call me baby, but I’m still not your sugar baby!

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Flying Solo

Tuesday, July 31st, 2012

Hello Gentlemen –

Hope you’re off enjoying your summer – It’s already August, so grab the warm weather while it lasts! It’s going by way too fast for me… all registered for classes in the fall, I can barely believe it. I’m actually enjoying school this time around (though this particular semester doesn’t look like it will be one of the most exciting), but I know that the first day of school is followed by the first frost, then the first snow, and then a whole bunch of miserable πŸ™

Luckily, there’s still a little bit of distance between then and now (plus a little getaway I’ve planned to steal some last-minute sun out West when it starts getting cool around here) which leaves us just enough time to stock up on steamy memories to keep us warm all winter! I’ve been spending plenty of time in Portsmouth, Western MA, Hartford and a few other not-too-exotic locations which may or may not be posted on the calendar, depending on the nature of the trip… and I’m often off on a whim, so it’s always best to shoot me an email if you’d like to pin me down for a while. And I certainly would enjoy that! I’ve been extra horny lately, and masturbation can only do so much.

Actually masturbation can do an awful lot, so much so that I’m afraid of overdoing it! When I was in middle school, one of my friends (and a wonderful musician, which is why this story is so scary), ended up with terrible carpal tunnel and a tennis elbow on his left arm, and had to give up music for half the year as a result. Such a critical year too, right when the prep schools start courting… I felt terrible for him. I really didn’t think anything of it, even though I was totally unaware that he played tennis and could have sworn he was right handed. He was in an arm sling for weeks, hoping that he would heal in time for the concert season. His doctor had strictly forbidden video games, and so I was lounging around bored in his room, totally *not* playing Zelda on N64, when his sister walked by the door on her way out.

“Oh, you’ve finally got a girl over!” I was such a tomboy, it was rare in those days someone would look at me as a girl, “Good, maybe she can take over for a while until your wrist heals.” I might have been a little naive back then, but I wasn’t *that* dumb… I got it. Mostly from seeing how red my friend got.

From then forward, I’ve been terribly afraid of masturbating myself into tendonitis! I’ve gotten all sorts of toys and contraptions to give me a more ergonomic angle on my private parts, and believe me they do work well πŸ™‚ However, there’s something about the feel of my own skin that I just have to have every now and again… and often… and I worry that my moments of bliss will leave me in constant pain if I keep getting into it like I have in the past.

No, I’m not asking for a chastity belt (that would be torture for *both* of us, wouldn’t it?) and I’m only kind of looking for more toys (though one of those long handled percussion massagers would be insanely intense!), but I did spend the gloomier part of this afternoon searching the internet for safer and more stimulating masturbation techniques. Seems women don’t talk about masturbation all that much… less talk / more action I suppose πŸ™‚ I few googles in, I stumbled upon Aptly named, it’s devoted to solo sex. I landed on the female section and there’s a few goodies mixed in with the run of the mill fruits/veggies/electric toothbrush tips. Here’s my favorite, but mostly for the clear explicit instructions than the novelty of the approach, as this is constantly on my to-do-again list –

Take an AC-powered vibrator to your clit, a battery powered anal stimulator with an attached controller and a nice, fat, long dildo.  Tease your clit with the electric vibrator (they’re the best).  When sufficiently juiced up, lube the anal vibe and stick in your ass slowly while working you clit with the electric vibe. Don’t turn on the anal vibrator on just yet.  Relax and enjoy the feeling of having your ass penetrated.  Continue working your clit.  Then, slowly work the dildo in and out while working your clit with the electric vibe.  I like to occasionally suck my own juices off the dildo and then stick it back in.  When you feel your orgasm approaching, I like to turn on the anal buzzer to high, and stroke that big dildo in me nice and fast while buzzing my clit.  The contraction in my pussy eventually pushes the dildo out and I usually squirt my cum all over myself as I ride the waves of buzzing ecstasy. You will be arching your pelvis towards heaven as your entire perineum is stimulated to a fantastic orgasm.  It’s even better when my husband watches, strokes his cock for me and then sticks his cock into my only remaining orifice (my mouth) and cums at that same time as I do. All I can do is swallow and writhe, as there is nothing like having all of your orifices filled and stimulated simultaneously!

I also liked the idea about kitchen sink sprayer – I never use mine, as I have a shower hose so it never occurred to me. After reading through their hilarious list with a raised eyebrow, I saw that the majority of the site is geared toward male anatomy. I figured I could use some new tricks to add to my handjob repertoire. Cum to think of it (yep, couldn’t resist!) I’ve never actually had a proper handjob instruction so I don’t even know what on this list is legit and which are actually supposed to do nothing more than make me laugh as hard as I did anyway πŸ™‚ Maybe there’s actually someone that’s seriously *into* the Squidley Diddly?

Masturbate using a squid. That’s right. That slimy purplish squid. It’ll feel just like your second skin. Pull off its head and clean its insides. Slip your cock right into the squid and start shaking till you blow your cum in it.

Mmhmm. Pretty sure that squid did not give consent… but then again neither did anything else in the supermarket (and what girl hasn’t deflowered a cucumber?). Definitely a gray area. Yep, I’m going to leave that one with you πŸ™‚

Scroll down for a much better mental image…

~Mme X~

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Happy 4th!

Monday, July 2nd, 2012

Hello Gentlemen –

Hope you’ve all had a delightful summer so far! I have – it’s blueberry season and the bushes are *loaded* right now, totally beyond my expectations. Must be some lazy birds this year, usually I have to search to get just a few handfuls of berries. My dog doesn’t understand what the big deal is about blueberries (and really doesn’t see why I would hike a whole mountain to go get some, when the grocery store is just around the corner), but she got pretty enthusiastic about the ginger ice cream / blueberry syrup sundae I fed her last week at the beach πŸ™‚ I love beach season, and definitely see myself hanging around Portsmouth pretty regularly for the rest of the summer… please do get in touch if you’re in the area.

As far as other areas, you boys know that I’m pretty much exclusive to New England during the summer months, unless work or some other irresistible temptation lures me away. So far, my summer is safe and stashed away for my local boys, aside from a quick couple of days in the city at the end of the month πŸ™‚ Just before that, I’ll be hanging around playing at the casinos with my deliciously deviant friend Grace Shepard (you may have met her – if not, you want to! I’d be happy to introduce you). After that, I foresee a few fleeting engagements in CT, and I would be shocked if Maine didn’t creep back onto the agenda at least a few more times… don’t you have a casino up there now, too?

After that, though, it’s going to be a different story. This fall you’ll find me in Vegas, California, and (I can’t wait!) New Mexico! Probably a few more places as well, and of course suggestions are welcome… but fret not, Boston boys, I will find my way back to your arms… I’ve got a few degrees I have to finish πŸ™‚

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Birds are chirping, and I’m tweeting too!

Sunday, March 25th, 2012

Hello Gentlemen πŸ™‚

So, my cabin fever is officially over and done with, it seems I’m just a *tiny* bit too impatient to deal with even this mild New England winter (thank you for your kind rescue, sir). What great weather we’ve been having since! The mountains are actually dry, which is so rare this time of year, and I’ve been out taking advantage of what might either be Mother Nature’s mercy, or her oversight, lol. I hope this keeps up, it’s going to be a great year… it already has been, as far as I’m concerned πŸ™‚

Since I put up this site three years ago, I’ve noticed (and perhaps you have too) that I’ve been steadily reining my efforts in from this area of my life. I’ve stopped posting on most message boards, I’ve been missing all the parties, I even slowed down posting to my own blog, and haven’t really updated my calendar in quite a while… No worries, I’m not ready to give it up yet! I’ve just been distracted with school, work, and normal mundane household stuff. Oh, and the deep, deep mindlessness of the Internet K-Hole. Plus, I’m generally happy with my life, and you guys, so I just haven’t felt the need to put myself out there like I used to (did I ever?). Which, if my past relationships have taught me anything, is *exactly* the wrong kind of attitude to have! Yes, the courtship may be over, I’ve established some kind of relationship with this lifestyle and have built a reasonable body of expectations on both sides of the equation that I feel are generally upheld, but that is absolutely no excuse for letting the romance slide downhill. Chicks hate that, and it makes them start picking fights over stuff they really wouldn’t have cared about if I paid more attention to them. Men hate that too, and it makes them start staying late after work and leaving other women’s pantyhose in their car (if they love you, it’s like they *want* you to catch them, so weird… my dog does that too). I’ve seen it so many times, but apparently I still don’t know better… shame on me.

So from here on, I will make an oh-so-earnest effort to post more, actually edit a hundred or so of the thousands of pictures I’ve been taking, update the calendar (even though I’m pretty flexible with my schedule and you’re always welcome to ask), and maybe even say something on a message board somewhere, sometimes. I promise to get to DC soon – I was actually just looking over my April calendar to see if there was anything that would keep me from taking a weekend down there, when my agent called and filled in the blanks for me – even if I have to deal with election year insanity. I will go to at least one of the three parties coming up (especially if we still have plans for that particular one?). I know what you’re thinking, you’ve heard it before… well, thank you for your dedication thus far and I sincerely hope you stick around long enough to hear it again πŸ™‚

Along those same lines, I joined Twitter! A little unlike me, but whatever – I’m just trying to keep things fresh between us, baby πŸ™‚ I haven’t tweeted yet, but I think it will be a good way to  bridge between my blog, my mailing list  my hopefully now regularly updated calendar, and my hot little self. I don’t see myself using it too much, mostly just to announce last minute availability (my idea of last minute is less than 48 hours, lol. I’m still me, after all) and maybe a pic or two, but we’ll see what happens when I start feeling social. I’d appreciate it if you followed me… just click on the *giant* golden bird in my sidebar, lol.

I’m planning to tweet that I’ll be in Hartford next Thursday. Oh, the anticipation! If I get impatient I may tweet that I’m in Boston on Tuesday… did I just spoil the surprise for you guys?

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Rediscovering the Not-so-Lost Art of Voyeurism

Sunday, December 27th, 2009

Hello Gentlemen –

Hope you all enjoyed your holidays! I unfortunately missed the last day of guaranteed Christmas delivery from Extreme Restraints, so I’m afraid a few of my gifts will have to be delivered in person when I get back after New Year’s… I hope you don’t mind πŸ™‚

Beyond that, I’m happy to say that I made my list, checked it twice, am totally done with being nice and ready to get naughty. There’s something so liberating about both fulfilling and freeing yourself from all these holiday obligations… and since you were good enough to spend all that time taking care of others, now it’s time to do something good for yourself, right? Let’s erase all of that Xmas stress with some XXXmas action!

I usually like to hold off on making plans for the New Year until it finally hits, but there’s a few things approaching my calendar in January that warrant a little bit of advance acknowledgment. First off, I’ll be doing my best to head out to Chicago to wish one of my kinky Capricorn friends a ridiculously happy birthday, and I’d love to give and receive a few extra spankings while I’m out there. Man, it’s been a *long* time since I was in the windy city – But luckily the internet tells me that Tru is still around, and still serving their soup out of Versace coffee cups (which I must confess I find oddly charming in their hideousness and despite my usual aesthetic tastes have involuntarily learned to love them – maybe it’s just me?). I also had some amazingly good oyster shots there once, but I can’t remember the place… any assistance from a local tongue that loves to taste exotic flavors? Oh, and if you could recommend a well-stocked raw bar as well, that would be great πŸ™‚ I’m planning on getting into Chicago sometime on the 11th and hanging around until the 16th, so be sure to be in touch if you’d like to, um, get in touch…

Before I leave, though, you may also notice on the calendar that I’ll be extending a select few (if even so many) invitations to visit me in Western Mass on the 6th and 7th… and yes, that means incall πŸ™‚ Feel like dropping by to lose a few hours with me? I’d love the company! I’ve also got some things to do in New Haven that week as well, and am happy to offer a similar arrangement – I’m just not sure which day yet, but you’re welcome to contact me if you have an opinion on the matter πŸ™‚

I’ve even got my eye out for February as well, as my best friend reminded me that Cinekink is coming up in NYC! For those of you who *aren’t* up on the scene of erotic cinema, Cinekink is one of the largest fetish film festivals running the circuits today. I’m sure you know that I fully embrace many forms of sexuality (and a little sexual deviance as well), and I’m definitely looking forward to the movies… about half as much as I’m looking forward to the after parties πŸ™‚ It’s a ton of fun – as wild as Sundance, but much, much kinkier! I can indulge myself with a little voyeurism watching interesting scenarios on screen, and maybe if I’m feeling frisky I can seduce a few of my fellow festival goers into reenacting a few of my favorites after… How would you like to be my guest? I could use someone to hold on to in case something scary (or incredibly sexy) comes on to the screen – of course, in a darkened theater, no one will know exactly *what* part of you I’m holding on to. Of course, that’s our business, lol. Or, if you don’t trust yourself enough to keep your eyes on the screen while I’m within groping distance, you could try to convince me to skip the after party and we’ll plan our own private showing! Cinekink runs from February 16th to the 21st, but I’ll mostly likely be hanging around for a few days afterward to work out my kinks before heading home… and you’re welcome to help with that if you’d like.

If the idea of having the mysterious Madame X clinging to you in a darkened theater makes you think long and hard about possible excuses to escape to NYC, there is a second and much more flexible option. As you know, I’m an avid admirer of the sex on the silver screen… and while I usually prefer to enjoy fine skinematic works in the comfort of my own home (and my favorite toys), I occasionally make my way out to the theater to indulge in viewing such pleasures with others. My favorite venue is in Hartford… let me know if you’re in town, we can do dinner, a movie, and dessert πŸ™‚

~Mme X~