The Mystery of Madame X

Hello Gentlemen!

I had the pleasure of staying tucked inside for most of yesterday evening, watching the first snow fall of the year in Boston, and being glad that I could hang out in my favorite hotel rather than worrying about driving home! But the snow is pretty when it’s fresh, isn’t it? Hopefully it will melt before it gets all gray and gritty… but I enjoyed it in the meantime.

*Now* it feels like Christmas! I get a bit nervous about having to navigate through huge crowds of people, and worse yet, parking lots filled with huge crowds of people in cars, so I planned a bit ahead and did most of my stuff online this year. Still, there’s a few difficult people on my list that I know deserve *something*, even though I have no idea what. Engineers and doctors are very difficult to buy for, I’ve found. As soon as they want something, they go out and get it themselves! That speaks of great problem solving abilities and expertly satisfies the efficiency criteria to be sure, but leaves me with no idea what to get… unless I want it to be given back to me as soon as they realize that they have no way to use it / no place to put it. Gift certificates are no good either – they will inevitably squirrel them away for a time when they can be put to the absolute *best* use. Only engineers believe that there is such a thing as a truly optimal circumstance (perfection is still a possibility, even though the odds are all but impossibly stacked against it)… in the natural sciences we set up perfect situations, and then proceed to criticize them endlessly by measuring the exact amount of ruin and havoc created by each and any combination of real-world influences that such a perfect situation may possibly come in contact with, now or at any point in the future. Which is why gift receipts are essential for doctors, psychologists, biologists and the like – the gift will inevitably be returned or exchanged for something of a different color, something that better matches the new chair they are going to buy with their spouse’s gift card.

Not to rank on my imagineer buddies out there 🙂 I’m just hitting the “heartbreak hill” of my holiday preparations. I got all the easy stuff done already! I went out to the Bizarre Bazaar earlier this afternoon, and bought my friends decorative toilet seats 🙂 Except for my incredibly feminist friend, I bought her a vintage oilcloth apron with matching dishrags and oven mitt. I can’t wait to see her face when she opens the box!

Along the way, I’ve found quite a few things that I wouldn’t mind getting myself… I’m not really one for jewelry (as I already have a few nice pieces and appreciate them dearly 🙂 ) but in my quest for the perfect erotic accessories I recently discovered the work of Sylvie Monthule. I’m speechless to say the least! I think that the Nectar de Jouissance is *exactly* what I want for Christmas. It’s certainly eye catching, but discrete enough to wear out during the day – underneath other, more conservative clothing of course. And gentle enough that I can walk around without causing a screaming orgasmic scene, and enjoy just enough stimulation to keep a *big* smile on my face all day long 🙂 But, I’d like it in blue, as I want it to match my good set of tableware (and yes, I’m usually naked at my table, but rarely when there’s occasion to break out the good china – unless you want to come by and watch me play Naked Chef?). Of course, I could exchange it, lol.

Aside from just getting ready for the 25th, I’ve got one other excursion planned for December – I’ll be headed up to Bangor next weekend, on the 11th and 12th. I have a few things to do in the area during the day, but I’ll be pretty much left to my own devices for the evening… probably vibrating devices. Unless you’d like to come by stuff my stocking for me?

~Mme X~

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