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A Tale of Two Cities – Philly and DC

Thursday, June 6th, 2013

Hello Gentlemen –

Apparently, some things are just not meant to be… such as my trip to DC.

I had already booked my flight and made a few night’s reservations at an ultra awesome ultra modern hotel in Dupont Circle. I had already confirmed a party reservation and a few more intimate social engagements for my stay. Most importantly, I had already called ahead to the Freer Gallery of Art to arrange for the viewing of some mid 13th century Spanish portraits that I had read about… today I called to cancel that appointment πŸ™

Why? Because on Monday, I did something unbelievably stupid, yet (in my opinion) totally understandable. The weather was far too gorgeous to sit inside, so I went with some friends to go check out our favorite diving spots up north a bit. Even though the water is amazingly cold, the sun was also amazingly hot, so guess which idiot could not resist the temptation to take the first dive of the season off of the Kancamagus? I’ll give you a hint – the same idiot who hit an underwater tree branch and sliced open her foot. Good thing I keep a suture kit in the trunk!

The cut certainly isn’t the prettiest thing to look at, but then again my foot wasn’t the prettiest thing about my body  – I hope we can all agree on that! Anyway, it doesn’t look like there’s going to be any permanent damage beyond the cosmetic. I’m trying to be good and not stay on it too much (that’s the closest I’ll ever get to keeping off it, lol) , so a 10 hour stroll around the Smithsonian is definitely not a good idea right now, nor is the epic trek through most airports. Neither is going out for more hiking and diving… what a boring week! I wish I had some company to liven up this bedrest thing :/

Sorry, DC. It looks like I’m going to have to take *yet another* rain check!

Philly, on the other hand, is shaping up to be a fantastic trip πŸ™‚ Even though I’m there half for business (I got suspected of naked video conferencing one too many times I suppose, and now they want to make me physically go into the office out there so that I have to get dressed), I’ve arranged ample free time for my pleasure, and would love to devote a few hours to your pleasure as well πŸ™‚

It also looks like I’ll be there a little longer than I originally anticipated, so please take a look at the calendar – you’ll note that I’m now going to be in Philly until the 21st πŸ™‚ I’m hoping that gives me enough time to make an appointment at the Museum to see some of the rarer Rodin statues, something which I was surprised to find that Philly has quite a lot of. I’ve had Rodin kicking around the back of my mind since I reread Stranger in a Strange Land a few months ago… I like Rodin. Yes, we’re all aware of The Thinker, but I’m more excited to see the beautiful female portrait that he created as The Thought, which is locked away in the basement of the museum. I’m not usually into sculpture at all, but Rodin’s work is all very vibrant, with a quick, purposeful grace that captivates so thoroughly that the details don’t matter.

Don’t worry, I’m not going to bore you with pictures of fine French sculpture and just leave you hanging without some porn πŸ™‚

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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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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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Yeah, about DC…

Wednesday, September 30th, 2009

Hello Gentlemen –

Hope your weekend went well, mine definitely did πŸ™‚ This week however, is suddenly going *much* differently than I had planned! It’s not overly positive or negative, really. On the up side, my day job is going well and treating me excellently, but on the down side… I won’t be in DC this week. I’m pretty disappointed by that, and I’m sure I’m not the only one? Next time, I’ll make it up to you for sure!

Instead, I’ll be in Boston on Tuesday, and will probably stay until Thursday at least. It’s a business thing, so while I’m always happy to meet you at the place of your choosing, I won’t be able to invite you over, as I’ll have colleagues annoyingly underfoot. Of course, everyone I work with knows that I’m a grown woman and entitled to make my own decisions, but I really don’t think that banging the bed against my boss’s wall is good professional conduct πŸ™‚ If you would prefer to wait for an invitation rather than invite me out, there’s hope for you – I had actually planned to spend a few days in town with my girlfriend *next* week, as we have a social engagement to attend, and dresses to buy for such an occasion. We’ll probably pick up matching panties as well… but you’ll have to catch us after the party to find out what they look like! She’s got to run off for the weekend, but we should be in town together from the 6th – 9th. Anyway, I’ll be updating the calendar in a minute or two (and if you’re reading this, then it’s most likely done already), so you can find out exactly what my Boston itinerary is. Of course, if you see a day you’d like in between my trips, you’re always welcome to get in touch to fill in my gap!

I’m also looking to get back to Maine, things went well last time, both work and pleasure πŸ™‚ You’ll see me again up there soon! Portland definitely, and perhaps Bangor as well.

One of my old friends recently asked me if I still smoke (cigarettes, lol), and of course my knee-jerk reaction is to say no, and that I quit when I left school. It’s true, I no longer smoke habitually now that I have a better job that doesn’t make me want to use nicotine as an excuse to get out of my office for a few minutes (It’s interesting that one can crave smoke and fresh air at the same time, lol). But to say the I *never* smoke, that would be a lie. After a few drinks out with friends, a cigarette can be pretty neat – although I usually get bored of it and put it out before the end, depending on my level of intoxication. And after sex? I’m sure even those who *never* smoke can understand the satisfaction of the post-coital cigarette.

Still, I enjoy smoking as an art (and I enjoy the art in most things – I’m needlessly appreciative of many mundane aspects of life, lol) and will indulge occasionally. I have a collection of cigarette holders of varying lengths, antique lighters from the 20’s and 40’s, and cigarette cases galore. The imagery of smoking appeals to me, probably a result of spending way to much time watching old film-noir movies where femmes-fatale wrap their richly colored lips around long thin cigarette holders and bat their mascara-laden eyelashes, shadowed by clouds of smoke. Smoking is a habit of pure decadence, just like all the pearls, furs and opera length suede gloves (I have so many pairs of opera gloves, and I don’t even like opera) that are always so popular in cinematic smoking scenes. And as long as you can keep your mind off of the long term health impact of inhaling smoke, it can be pretty hot to watch a woman with a cigarette – actually, it’s pretty hot to watch most women do *anything* with their mouths, really. But women can smoke in public!

I have a couple guy friends that smoke, and one in particular… while all of my guy friends are really only friends (I’m a wikid tomboy, but I hope most of you can agree that I clean up pretty well?) I do have one that I wonder about sometimes… only when he smokes though. He blows quite the array of smoke rings! Circles, squares, blowing circles *through* squares – it’s pretty impressive. It gets my mind wandering off down dangerously naughty paths – that must be an amazing tongue he’s hiding in that mouth! And he does have a gorgeous smile as well πŸ™‚ But then he’ll stub out his cigarette and probably scratch his balls or something equally as unsexy, and ask me whether or not I have plans for Saturday as he could use a hand pulling the engine out of his truck or bathing his herd of dogs, and my mind snaps right back to where it should be, lol.

Really though, I’ve only got my mind on this topic because I was watching this video… I’m sure you can understand. Normally I’m not one for large and/or fake boobs, but these look rather nice!

~Mme X~