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That’s my crack & toes!

Past two days full of reminders of stuff I really like to do: immerse myself in a project with lots of time to work on it.

Also: lie in bed eating dark chocolate peanut butter cups while Delia walks around naked but for platform heels & white ankle socks, long legged and tan with Hawaiian Tropics dark tanning oil glistening on her big titties & dripping off her semi-hard she-cock.

Cute non-nude pic of Delia tightening up the laces on her skirt.

Not exactly a day totally off of work, but we’ll chalk it up that way as far as nudie pics go.

WARNING: you should always wear eye protection and CLOTHES when using a weed whacker (or crouching on the ground near one to take pictures: thank you, Delia – you deserve hazard pay!)

There are half a dozen more pics from this activity but they are too fucking hilarious to post here. We laughed til we cried.

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I was pretty excited to use a weed eater for the first time . . . holy shit, that thing got heavy FAST! I thought it was going to be super fun but it turns out that it just tightened up all of those muscles again that gave me the three week headache, so that really sucked. This happened two or three days ago and I really regret it. Except that the pictures are so funny. Piling the crazed weed eating on top of the crazed masturbation brought my headache back RIGHT QUICK.

The other thing that sucked about it is I think I chopped up a frog and a piece of him flew through my hair. I hate the sound of other people’s lawnmowers and weed whackers, and I hate the waste of fuel, but I really really REALLY hate tormenting frogs.

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Been having my period and working on wrapping something up all day. Pretty happy about that. Could use a two hour massage, though.

Thank you, Stevi, for the awesome Kindle cover(s) – I love it and am taking my Kindle more places because of it. I’m glad I have two because I love the design which appeals to my office supply fetish AND the fantasy of being a covert operative with secret documents. It’s good to have TWO thick padded envelopes to switch between my secret selves, swapping highly classified information using futuristic technology contained in an old-fashioned design made of different materials (and in case one wears out I’ll have one that’s pristine for shooting content; I don’t know when it will make an appearance, but I want it to make SEVERAL).

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The LL Bean backpack I’ve had since I bought it for myself as a teenager. The fly on my arm came out of nowhere! Yes, it looks like we need to wipe down our lounger.

Putting away the lawnmower, NAKED!

I had clothes on when I mowed the lawn, but I put the mower away NAKED!

I’m loaded with crazy-ass energy from getting a B Vitamin injection this morning on top of PMS. I put on a horrible webcam “show” today that went into overtime and totally redeemed itself when I came a bunch of times and ejaculated while I was standing up fucking myself with a bulb-ended steel rod. Because PMS + B Vitamins + me taking a couple of days off of Ritalin = crazy crazy bitchy crazy crazy HORNY.

Milf-type w/energy & drive of HS cheerleader!

Brushing my wet hair after my shower, sun low streaming in and lighting up my bush, getting ready for my webcam show:

Brushing my wet hair, naked in the cabin.

Sun bright after dinner, lighting up my hair.

This is my body naked today.

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Note: I accidentally broke our hot day-off sex camera-phone-porn videos eleven days ago and didn’t realize it until tonight when Delia caught it (AND she made us deviled eggs tonight – mmmm!). Anyway, the videos are fixed now – sorry about that; hope it didn’t cause anybody undue frustration!

A few images from the masturbation video I posted for members today:

2 orgasms & I tell my imaginary friend to KEEP FUCKING ME

This is the video I referred to in this tweet about my peehole seeming to gape in its own tiny way.

Incidentally, during the second orgasm of that video is when my three-week on-and-off headache started. When you watch it and look at my neck muscles and all the blood in my head, it might kind of make sense. That session alone didn’t cause the muscle tension, it was building up from not using good body mechanics doing yardwork, especially weeding. I need to squat and kneel more instead of bending at the waist and sticking out my neck and head all funny. I’m also going to get more B Vitamin and Magnesium shots this week.

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On a different topic, here’s a post I wrote about trying to take the word “finished” out of my vocabulary, and replace it with READY.

I might try to post more of that kind of thing over there on DailyTrixie.com. Unless you think I should just post more of that kind of thing here.

I used to have a hot water bottle for warm weight on my lap during the day (or to soothe menstrual cramps) and at night to keep my feet warm in bed. After going through half a dozen water bottles over the years (refer to this blog entry describing the loss of one which led to lots of comments from a fetishist) some wonderful friends bought us a microwave so when the last rubber bag wore thin enough to spring a leak, I switched to one of those seed-filled microwaveable quilted blankety things.

I carried it with me, reheating it multiple times daily, until one day I climbed into the loft with it for a grumpy nap and shoved my feet down to touch the soothing warmth and felt my toe rend the worn fabric and little hot seeds spill out onto me:

I'm a sad bottomless, hot-blanketless lady in the loft.

I was kind of glad to retire it because for months it’s smelled like cheap hot gluey plain oatmeal and it had to have a special foot-blanket-contaminated-plate for the microwave and I’d always leave the plate in there and Delia would be like, “get this plate out of here!”.

Seed is spilled into and out of the splits.

This actually ripped weeks and weeks ago, but I saved it up in the loft  to take these sad pictures before throwing it away (I hardly EVER sleep or nap up there so it TOTALLY was NOT because I’m a hoarder or lazy or have a seed-bag fetish that I didn’t have Delia throw it away instead of doing it myself until today after she took these pics).

My poor bare cold piggies!

I actually have a really swank lavender-stuffed warmer like it, but it’s so nice (and was a gift) I don’t want to use it all day and night and ruin it, so I’ve weaned myself off the constant heated soothers. Instead I designated the silky magic camel socks Lightning Allie gave me as my in-bed-only socks. She told me how to felt them to make them smaller, but I like the loose feeling for bed – it’s like the socks are stroking me with their soft exotic fibers when my feet move around inside them.