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Archive for January, 2007

LUBED UP

Yesterday a bottle of my newly-crowned “favorite” lube arrived from FurryGirl’s vegan sex shop. I LOVE THAT STUFF! I’ve been loyal to hydra-smooth for years now, but this Hathor stuff is way better.

Tucker and I wasted very little time putting the new lube to good use; after going almost two whole weeks without actual partnered sex, my pussy REALLY needed the extra slipperiness to help ease in his big meaty sausage and even then — OW. It hurt for a minute there. But then it stopped hurting and we enjoyed one (two?) of those elusive simultaneous orgasms. That’s what happens when you’re both really horny and you can only last five minutes before you come.

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Okay — I’ve got another chat session scheduled at 10 am (pacific) and there doesn’t appear to be any problem with the chatroom this morning so all should be smooth sailing. FYI: I’m looking pretty rough, it being morning and all, so don’t expect anything “sexy” (unless glasses and matted hair arouse you).

CHANGE OF CHAT VENUE

There’s a technical problem with SOY’s chat server tonight and the tech guy doesn’t know if it will be fixed soon SO I’m holding chat in my members-only area. Members: scroll down to the bottom of THIS PAGE, click on “members only shows” and you’ll have me in chat. My cam will still be broadcast on SOY, however.

DREAMGIRLS

I have been *dying* to see Dreamgirls so tonight we watched it before it slipped out of our local theatre. I honestly despised most of the movie and could barely WAIT for it to be over because I cannot stand musicals.

You’re probably wondering why in the world I wanted to see it so much then; how about because I totally didn’t realize it was a musical? It’s true . . . totally true. I didn’t read anything about it so I didn’t know it was based on a show nor did I stop to consider after seeing the preview that it might be a musical. Of course I knew there would be music and performances in it, just not that they’d be using songs as dialogue. All I saw in the preview was BEYONCE. That’s it. She’s the whole reason I wanted to see it so much. Since then of course I’ve noticed headlines about this Jennifer Hudson chick stealing the show and awards being won, blah blah blah. But I didn’t care to read the whole story on it because I just wanted to see/hear BEYONCE.

Painful as it was to endure the entire long-ass movie, it was actually worth it to hear THREE of the songs. Actually, it would have been worth it for just that one heart-wrenching “And I Am Telling You I’m Not Going” gut-grinding performance of Jennifer Hudson’s. Okay, and it was also splendid seeing Beyonce’s tits and ass presented in different garments; I was particularly fond of seeing her boobs in those sling-like contraptions at the end.

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FYI: I haven’t responded to any emails in a good long while unless they were about technical problems, but I’m going to try to get a jump on those tomorrow. Realistically I doubt I’ll be able to properly respond to more than a handful of them, though, since the most pressing ones require action of some kind or another.

Cams: I’m ready to strangle, kill, and mutilate the idiots who foisted substandard resource-sucking spycam software upon us months ago and haven’t bothered to fix any of the problems in spite of my repeated nagging. Apparently today all but one of our cams were down and I had no idea because all of the thumbnail previews were still up and because the thumbnails don’t refresh/show an accurate preview I wouldn’t have known unless I clicked on them that they were actually not broadcasting. PERFECT. Anyway, thank you to Vette for emailing me to let me know about the problem.

Chat: I am going to schedule chat sessions for Tuesday evening, Wednesday morning, and Thursday afternoon plus my shows will be back to normal on Friday and Saturday. As soon as we get back from a walk I’ll post the times on the spycam site’s schedule.

SMOOTH?

Here are some images from one of my recent galleries:

Full Gallery appearing now in my Members-Only area.
Join TastyTrixie.com or SpyOnUs.com for ALL of my pics!

It’s too bad that “young” clothes are so inexpensive while purchasing mature and womanly garb requires more funds. When WILL my bankbook match my age? I need my grownup-galleries to outnumber my youthful-role-play content by at LEAST two to one instead of the other way around. THREE to one, that would be PERFECT.

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This weekend some or all of our cams will be down while family is visiting. My apologies for my low-level of interaction in terms of shows, email, chat, etc. I *almost* scheduled a chat session tonight, but was wise enough to decide against making that commitment. I’m feeling pretty tense and overwhelmed right now, and will probably remain so for the next few weeks until some goals are met. Our van is in the shop AGAIN (fan clutch being replaced), I have housework to do to prepare for company, and just a shitload of tasks demanding my attention. When I’m struggling to balance a lot of stuff and am focused on getting stuff done, being social is pretty much inconceivable for me. I don’t just mean that I don’t want to do it, I mean that I am incapable.

So. I have dirty dishes and a dirty toilet waiting for me, it’s too late for me to do them tonight so they’ll have to wait for morning . . . RIGHT BEFORE THE ONE SHOW I LEFT ON THE SCHEDULE, right before company comes over. Oh, won’t the boys LOVE my charming attitude tomorrow!

DICK’S MISTRESS

The other night I dreamt I was Dick Cheney’s mistress. I morphed between being myself and being my friend Mia. Dick was morphing between himself and a variety of covert operatives (who looked nothing like the real Dick Cheney) wearing a suit that was too large for him. Our roles morphed between me chasing him while he was on the lam, and him chasing me while I was on the lam. Escalators were involved. It was hard — TOO hard — for us to “connect” and he was often chaperoned by lawmen, either because he was a crook and about to escape or because he needed extra force to take me down for my own crimes.

You’ll be surprised to find that I WAS DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH DICK in my dream. At the beginning (when he was paying me for sex) I didn’t like him so much but then our “relationship” developed, and in the middle of all that chasing up and down escalators and trying to find a moment alone I realized I just wanted . . . to hold him in my arms.

I’m SO embarrassed and sickened by the strength of a dream to develop a crazy soft spot for sugar-bear Cheney. Ugh!

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You’ll notice that I was finally able to switch to the new Blogger and am now adding post labels! Yay! It’s going to take awhile to finish that project and finally add the category links to the sidebar, but I’m *excited*! The pervs will be able to just go directly to the PHOTOS and SEX entries — life will be a dream.

HOME AGAIN

We’re home. I have cramps. Our internet connection has been going up and down (apparently my cable company is still doing upgrades, from what the woman on the phone said, but she seemed somewhat disoriented after eight minutes on the phone with me). Anyway, it’s making it very difficult to keep our cams logged in (not that it’s mattered over the past couple of days since we weren’t home anyway, but now that we are I hope that I won’t have to keep leaving my hot water bottle behind in bed just to make sure our connection hasn’t nosedived again.

Am I TAD grumpy? Good reading on that. Happy thoughts to come later . . .

GONE AGAIN
We’re doing another two-night shooting spree (last night and tonight) so I’m just home to post my members-only update, check on the dog, etc.

Our efficiency today has literally gone down the toilet: last night we must have eaten something bad because we both suffered nausea and explosive D (I can’t spell that word and it’s probably better if I don’t anyway). I think the last time I had this much force behind my liquid shit was when I visited Albania in 1994.

Anyway, we had to catch up on some sleep and are off to a slow start today. My asshole is on FIRE. Be home tomorrow.

MY FUNNY BID

Oh god help me.

I was trying to find a bargain on a monitor on ebay, found a reasonable 17″ NEC (I have tremendous brand loyalty in the monitor department), have been waiting until the last couple of minutes to bid, and when I did, the highest bid was $81.51. So I put my max bid at $92.51.

Errr . . . I *thought* I did, anyway. Turns out I didn’t hit that period quite hard enough so my maximum bid was $9,251.00. FUCK ME. A missed period is ALWAYS stressful, you know?

Fortunately the auction just ended with me winning (what a surprise, right?) and not too much damage done (winning bid: $125 plus the usual gigantic shipping fee).

Oh well. I haven’t been able to use my new computer (sitting in its box in the living room for over a week) yet since the only spare monitor we have is the size of a minicooper so this will be money well spent.

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This is just one example of the kind of work I find myself doing that I really really really don’t like all that much: the shopping, the reservation-making, the bargain-hunting, blah blah blah. Shopping is about the FARTHEST POSSIBLE ACTIVITY FROM SEXUAL PLEASURE THAT I CAN CONJURE. Seriously, shopping is the polar opposite of sex and I’ve had about all I can stand of it this past month (and have more to come). I can definitely imagine having a personal assistant who does a lot of shopping and hotel selections for me (of course I will have final approval over most of her choices) and all of the annoying grunt work of completing the transactions, making the calls, and stuff. SHE will never accidentally bid over $9k for a monitor. Not my “girl”, no.

SICK DAY

Warning: this is another boring entry and more for my own benefit than yours.

A headache hit me yesterday as I got ready for my first show of the day so my “performance” was extremely boring. I had to turn off my main “show” light since the brightness shining in my face seemed to be piercing my brain. Ultimately I decided to cancel my second show only an hour before it started because I still felt crappy in the head.

If I’d have taken a nap I probably would have felt better, but the trouble is . . . I didn’t want to sleep. True, I was experiencing *some* pain but not so much that I didn’t still want to read or watch tv. I wanted a sick day, I think.

We wound up taking the dog for a walk (fresh air — delightful) and spending the rest of the evening in bed watching movies and television. And popping Vicodin. MARVELOUS. It completely slipped my mind we have a stash of those until Tucker reminded me. Nevermind that it makes my skin crawl with itchies and gives me bad dreams, every so often I adore a little prescription mind-alteration. When you can’t take a real vacation, I say take drugs!

Of course I feel terribly guilty for skipping out on a show so I could take a walk, pop pills, and eat even more ding dongs, but I’m human and can’t remember when (if ever) I’ve cancelled a show because I was sick. It’s times like this when I feel incredibly self-conscious about the spycams, imagining I’m being judged harshly for neglecting my webwhore duties in favor of lazing in bed. Imagining people are “tsking” and remarking to themselves on how I must not be really sick if I’m alert and having sickbed fun instead of lying in a pool of my own sweat and vomit (or at least sleeping). Again, I wasn’t tremendously sick or pained, I just felt yucky enough that I couldn’t stand the thought of doing another half-assed show.

I actually do still have a headache this morning — nothing terribly painful, it just hurts to bend over and . . . hurts. It’s mild, but distracting and I still feel light-sensitive.

Here is a long list of my ideas about what caused this headache (I *told* you this would be a boring entry):

Too much salt!
I’ve been scarfing down a lot of salty carbs in the past few days, plus Tucker thinks I don’t drink enough liquids to counteract the salt effects.

Eye Strain!
Maybe I’ve been reading too much or the fact that I still haven’t got a new and correct prescription for my contacts and glasses is to blame.

Psycho!
Maybe I just didn’t want to do my shows and *created* a headache for myself to excuse myself or because I so totally hated the idea of doing shows yesterday.

Ding Dongs!
Oh, those poisoned pucks of cakey deliciousness filled with goo. I bought a box of them midweek and have consumed all but two of them over five days. I know they’re evil and toxic so perhaps they are to blame.

Muscle Tension!
I have horrible posture at the computer; sitting for hours in my bad computer pose compounded with doing shoots in which I torque my back and neck trying to look “sexy” can really fuck up my/anyone’s spine and nerves and stuff, especially when I haven’t made time to stretch this week at all.

Hormones
I skipped my period / birth-control-pill-off-week this month, so have been popping hormones nonstop for six weeks without a break; the pill is a very likely suspect. I’ve actually been having some weird dizzy spells too, now that I think of it. Hmmm . . . I probably better not do that again.

Lack of Sleep
I didn’t get quite enough sleep over the past three days leading up to the headache; I don’t function well when I’m even a little bit sleep-deprived.

Emotional Build-Up
Having our van break down again and having to spend another $500 getting it towed and its radiator replaced this week was, you know, stressful. I also have been repressing my urges to cry at stupid things, and being on the pill makes me want to cry at A WHOLE LOT of stupid things (Extreme Makeover Home Edition is a major culprit). It’s so embarrassing that I wind up furrowing my brow and hyperventilating in my attempts to restrain myself from having crybaby outbursts. My whole body gets all hot and tense trying to hold in the tears so our voyeurs won’t see them and Tucker won’t worry that I’m, you know, losing my mind. I really should try giving myself a week of complete crybaby freedom instead of letting myself boil inside with repressed emotions, no matter how trivial and silly their sources.

Physical Build-Up
I’m still not getting enough aerobic exercise; that build-up of unspent energy along with unspent SEXUAL energy can sometimes make me really crazy and I don’t doubt that has some effect on my BRAIN.

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Whatever. It’s always good to have a reminder to strive for more balance. I hardly ever get sick, and never in any way that’s debilitating, so I can almost-always blame my own behavior for not feeling well. Maybe it sounds like I’m being critical of myself, but I like reminding myself that I have control over how I feel and that if I want to avoid feeling bad I should modify my behavior (get more sleep, eat less salt, get more exercise, do more stretching, TAKE A WHOLE DAY OR TWO OFF EVERY SO OFTEN, etc.). I wonder if it seems to other people like I over-analyze and hyperfocus on my trivial ailments when I do have them to the point where it sounds like I have serious health problems; if so, I attribute my actually-quite-dandy health to being aware and thinking critically about how I feel.

Today I’m going to take it easy, do some napping, and not feel guilty at all about lazing in bed. I still have a lot of work to do today, but I’m going to start it out relaxing. I wish I could say I’ll post a more interesting blog entry today, but I don’t really think that’s going to happen with the other stuff on my to-do list.