The Mystery of Madame X

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 –

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 🙁

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 🙂 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 🙂

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 🙂 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 🙂

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The rest of the movie’s pretty hot too, so here you go!

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Hello Gentlemen!

Spring seems to have finally sprung (despite that little snow scare we had this morning) and I’m feeling quite frisky 🙂 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 😉

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 🙂

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 🙂 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 🙂

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 🙂

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Hello Gentlemen –

Hope you’ve had the opportunity to get out and get some air on these last few nice days! I did, and just in time – it had just hit the point in the winter that I decide I can’t take another flake of snow, and vow to move back to the Islands before he next one. Un/fortunately I know that I’m kidding myself, as I’ve got things to do in Boston that will keep me here for at least another year… or longer, until they develop proper industry facilities in the Caribbean. Yes, it is nice to lounge around on the beach for days on end with not a single care in the world an nothing urgent to do – but I’m still not in a position where I can logically entertain *tanning* as a career choice just yet. So, I guess I’ll have to put up with this insanely fluctuating temperature for a few more years.

Even though I’m pretty much beached here for a while, I have been able to move around a little bit 🙂 I had the opportunity to visit Atlantic City for the first time ever, and it was awesome! I still love Foxwoods, but seeing Atlantic City has made me more curious as to what Vegas really looks like. Don’t laugh at me, but I still have never been. To be honest, it looks like it might be pretty scary, if anything I read in Fear and Loathing is true!

As fun as it was (and truly, it was fantastic), I must say that I made the trek up North feeling a little embarrassed with myself for turning my back on work for so long (4 days! I’d totally check out a workaholics anonymous meeting, but it would just end up being another networking party). Seriously, I went to *Atlantic City* and totally ignored what I should have been doing in several nearby cities. And so I returned home to see where I could clear some space in the future for what should have been done already, and… it looks like I’m going to have to move that trip to DC that I didn’t even have time to tell you I was planning. DC and I have some geographically unrequited love, it seems…

All things considered, it looks like NYC wins out among the most urgent cities to visit. I’ve got a couple things to do, and a lot of leisure time in between those things to spend with my Manhattan men 🙂 Let’s pencil in a private meeting to debrief each other and investigate some internal affairs!

It looks as of now that I’ll be in the city from 4/18 – 4/21. One other compelling reason to head back into NY came up…

I moved out of New York a long time ago, and have no regrets about doing so. Everyone in New England is so nice, in the extremely genuine and authentic way that we appreciate (though people from more “laid back” places might consider uncomfortably direct) and so I’ve made great friends here and gotten quite comfortable. Boston is a wonderful city, but we must admit that when it comes to the scene aspect of sensuality, it leaves a lot to be desired. There’s a few strip clubs, yes. Heading down in the NY direction, there’s even a single swing club! I hear there’s also one in Northern NH, but I haven’t seen it with my own eyes. I really don’t much bother with it, because NY has 3 great public swing clubs, a few special interest clubs, and a bustling private scene that caters to even more special interests… and I’ll admit I’ve got a few of those, and it’s been on my mind lately!

My favorite mindreader and very good friend, the Black Marquis, noticed that I did not attend Cinekink in NYC last week. Honestly, with all the goings on around here it just slipped my mind, but the Marquis pointed out that I really should *not* have let that happen. Cinekink is like Sundance, only for art porn – and just the same, no one is going to watch the movies. The theater is full of sleeping people, trying to catch up on the hours of sleep they lost partying the night before, in time for the next series of after parties. In the NY social scene, it’s important to go, because in just a few short days you can catch up on an entire year of who’s who and score yourself a year’s worth of invites to all those awesome events that other people only hear about after the fact. Not that I have all that much time to run back and forth into the city anymore, but it is nice to know that I could… Anyway, the Marquis socially saved my ass yet again and sent me a summary of the parties that I should be putting on my calendar. We’ll see how many make it there!

I definitely want to at least hit the suspension show, especially because I’ll be traveling with one of my favorite female Dominants, Grace Shepard. Fun times! I can’t wait to report back 🙂

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Hello Gentlemen!

I know, I know… I really should have gotten around to putting up some new posts already this year, but I’m sure you can relate to the fact that stuff is going on. Lots of stuff! Not sure where to begin, really…

Uh, how were your holidays? Mine went very well, thanks for asking. And New Year’s? Amazing as well, very much enjoyed it. I came back to a couple of exciting developments at the day job(s), which pretty much had me running non-stop all January until literally *right* now. Whew! Fun times all around though, and I do it all again in a heartbeat… just give me a minute to catch my breath first!

I had a number of plans to up my travel time during the New Year, and figured I would kick it off with a trip to Philly. I’m sure I’m missing out on some fantastic times there, but between the fact that things were simply so hectic here, and the fact that because of all the goings-on I couldn’t find the time to reach out and tell anyone that I was going to be there (but a big thank you to those that noticed), I decided there wouldn’t be much harm done if I just called it off and took the extra few days to lounge around in my fluffy bathrobe and see what my local boys have been up to lately 🙂 I’m still here, and still in my bathrobe (which is as dressed as I ever get in my own home), so please do give me a call so that we can catch up!

In year-end reflection, I realized that I don’t really “tour” like a lot of ladies do. I really don’t do much like other ladies do, which leads to a lot of frustration when guys ass/u/me that I’m just like the rest… a pattern that seems to be growing lately since they started letting idiots get on the internet. Anyway, I don’t really tour in the traditional sense. I travel for work or to visit friends, and if I have time I will take time out to relax with a date or two during my stay. I don’t really put too much emphasis on advertising in the traditional sense, both because I hate ads and I keep such a “low volume” (god I hate that term) that there’s not really much point in it besides reminding the other ladies that I still exist. This area of my life has never really been allowed to take center stage – Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy you men immensely, but *individually*, not as a mass conglomerate. I love what I do here, but I’m more into the individual connection and the resulting intimacy than I am into the dynamics of the scene as a whole. I really can’t wrap my head around the fact that my attitude is rare, but you men keep telling me that it is… I’m not call you a liar, but I don’t believe you. If I’m good, then it’s only because you bring out the best in me 🙂

Still, after hearing so much about this “touring” thing from much more thoroughly branded girls than I, I decided that 2013 was my chance to give it a try. Apparently it’s not… but I definitely won’t just be sitting still, as the day job has several places they’d like to send me, and they’d especially like me to fit Jackson Missippi into my schedule (how subtle, right?), and I figure I should get a jump on that before it gets hot as Hell down there (I couldn’t resist). I might take a few days beforehand to spend some more time in New Orleans and indulge in a little deviance and debauchery – or maybe a lot, to make the trip worth it! Indianapolis is on my radar as well, but I’m waiting for that one to warm up… Stay tuned for those dates, though you of course know how to light a fire under my hot ass 🙂 Please do get in touch, as I’m sure I’ll be looking for company in both cities…

I’m also needed in Long Island asap, which according to Boston (who would like to see me move into my office), is going to be the first week of March. I’m actually excited, as I have some friends down there that I haven’t seen in quite a while, and I actually might be bringing a friend with me. Hopefully I’ll have enough time to squeeze in another post with more details between here and there… but if you just can’t control you’re curiosity, just ask and I will gladly answer 🙂

Where else? I did court some contracts in Philly because I figured I’d be in town (and I’m a workaholic), so I still do have to head out that way at some point. Sure, I’ve got Skype, but since I have to put on clothes for that (I tried the “neck up” camera thing for a while, and I kept getting called on it, so no more naked video conferences) I figure I might as well just fly out there.

Someone actually asked me the other day if I “toured” Brattleboro VT. Times are a changing, eh? Just to make it clear once again, New England is my local area. I never understand girls who post that they’re in one city one day, then post that they’ll be two town over the next day… I can’t tell who’s lazier, the girl who wouldn’t bother venturing a safe distance from home before publicly advertising, or the men who will see her in Waltham, but not in Lexington. For the record, I have a rather nice, comfortable car, and don’t mind driving short distances to meet you.

That reminds me, I do have some local travel to post on the calendar as well. I’ll be in Providence tomorrow, Boston on Sunday, Portsmouth on Monday, Manchester on Tuesday, and Boston again on Wednesday. All in my local area, as far as I’m concerned 🙂

Well, I feel a little bit of the tension I built up over January fading away a little bit… now off to a hot bath and my waterproof rabbit to melt away the rest. But first, enjoy this!

Bert always wanted a pair of authentic cowboy boots, so, seeing some on sale, he bought them and wore them home. Walking proudly, he sauntered into the kitchen and said to his wife, “Notice anything different about me?”

Margaret looked him over. “Nope.”

Frustrated, Bert stormed off into the bathroom, undressed and walked back into the kitchen completely naked except for the boots. Again he asked Margaret, a little louder this time, “Notice anything different NOW?”

Margaret looked up and said in her best deadpan, “Bert, what’s different? It’s hanging down today, it was hanging down yesterday, it’ll be hanging down again tomorrow.”

Furious, Bert yelled, “AND DO YOU KNOW WHY IT’S HANGING DOWN, MARGARET?”

“Nope. Not a clue,” she replied.

“IT’S HANGING DOWN, BECAUSE IT’S LOOKING AT MY NEW BOOTS!!!!”

Without missing a beat Margaret replied, “Shoulda bought a hat, Bert. Shoulda bought a hat.”

Oh, and some porn, of course 🙂 And what a coincidence, I just bought a nearly identical checkered outfit on my way home last night!

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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 🙂

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 🙂 You can call me baby, but I’m still not your sugar baby!

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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 🙂 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 🙂 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 🙂

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Hello Gentlemen 🙂

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 🙂

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 🙂

Along those same lines, I joined Twitter! A little unlike me, but whatever – I’m just trying to keep things fresh between us, baby 🙂 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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Hello Gentlemen –

Ok, this last heat wave made even me flinch… my maximum temperature is somewhere around 98 degrees. Anything hotter, and I will have to admit defeat! Thankfully, a little rain and a nice cool breeze have come in and brought us back to our regularly scheduled summer, just in time for the habitually hot month of August. I’m fine with that. I very much enjoy August, and I’ll be spending a good week of it out in Upstate NY to go visit some of my favorite places and people! Perhaps you’re lucky enough to count yourself as one of them?

Speaking of my favorite places, I’ve posted a few (emphasis on few) new photos over in the gallery. Can you pick out which ones? Of course more are coming – I just got bored with the black and white thing, and am looking for some more color to add instead. We’ll see what I come up with. In the meantime, enjoy!

As you can probably imagine, I am often asked to share my opinion (and maybe more) on a wide variety of fetishes. Other than a few areas of fascination in my libidinous life, I can’t say that I’m incredibly kinky. I consider myself more experimental than anything else… and yes, I do experiment often, with or without any number of apparatus 🙂 I’ve found a handful of things that I crave intensely, a few things that I enjoy immensely, a bunch of things that are a bunch of fun, and some really interesting stuff. All in all though, I can say that I’ve come across some ridiculously fun words to say!

Erotographomania – a strong and sometimes overwhelming desire to write love letters and/or poetry. I can definitely relate to that, (btw, I did notice that erotographomania.com is *available*. You, yes you, and how have you been, should really get on that asap) although I more feel like I fall a willing victim to it’s closely related cousin, xenoerotographomania, or the desire to write love letters and or poetry to strangers. If you’ve ever wondered how I can keep posting such exhaustive blog posts and still answer every worthwhile inquiry with in-depth interest, there’s your answer – mania. Or a strong, sometimes overwhelming desire… doesn’t that sound more enticing?

I’ve received some pretty racy emails also, so I know I’m not the only one with this occasional obsession. I enjoy reading erotic literature, whether or not it is personally written for me (although I especially enjoy those that are!). I do wonder though, would reading other people’s love letters be considered erotographic voyeurism?

~Mme X~

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