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Archive for July, 2007

YESTERDAY’S DREAMS

I woke up early yesterday to pee, only to step into a puddle; it was raining, and our bathroom floor covered with water. We have a leak somewhere on the roof that trickles down into the fan and seeps out around the edges (we never use the fan, fyi). After that discovery I had a difficult time falling back to sleep, but when I did? Sex dreams.

I dreamt I was extremely aroused and licking my own pussy. I wasn’t contorting or anything, it’s just like my vulva was detached and right in front of my face, like a photo spread come to life. I greatly enjoyed sucking on my clit, except that it was much smaller than it is in real life; at the crest of the hood there was barely any bump, but whatever — I couldn’t get enough of it. It seems I’d trimmed more than usual, too, so there were quarter-inch blonde whiskers making slightly prickly feelings on my mouth. I had an orgasm or more.

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Wondering whether or not I’m pregnant? If so, READ THIS.

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It’s a lovely day, both foggy and rainy. I’m looking forward to taking a shower and doing a shoot or two of some kind, then posting my members-only update (probably much later tonight). I’m not sure if I’ll post whatever we shoot today, or pull something older out of the stash. I also have some self-sucking pics to post in the Trixie’s Houseboy members-only area, but those may have to wait until later to go up.

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Since we added another spycam site to our lineup and a couple of new SPLENDID webcams adding two new views of our bedroom, I have felt a LOT less stressed out. With three camsites to rely upon, I feel much less concerned about what our members will think if one of them takes a temporary dive (as the one we’ve come to rely upon the most has been doing too often). I feel much more relaxed knowing there are seven+ awesome
live plugins on our sites for members (SpyOnYou, VoyeurBrazil, HouseCamz, Rude Houses, SexCamCentral, AmateurCamz, and Rude Shows).

I know that sounds like a big fat advertisement. That’s because it IS a big fat advertisement, but only secondarily. The main reason I’m mentioning it is because this is a journal, and I feel really happy about the new stuff (and maintained old stuff) on our sites. More than anything else on our sites, I tend to stress out about the spycams because they’re an around-the-clock obligation. Anytime we add more spycams or get greater stability or more access to other people’s cams for our members it makes me VERY HAPPY. The more live content we offer, the more I feel a cozy buffer between me and “fucking up”. It’s like an airbag; if there’s an emergency or an accident and I don’t do a great job with one aspect of our sites or if one of the sites we appear on goes down then there’s a safety net of all this other stuff to keep members happy. Sure, I know that’s not enough for everyone and I know we can always do *more*, but in terms of my own sense of anxiety and accomplishment I feel a lot “more better” lately about our sites and less compelled to be checking the cams constantly or ripping my hair out when I discover some of them are down. It’s just a huge relief for me.

HARRY POTTER

We just got home from seeing the latest Harry Potter movie. I *adored* Dolores Umbridge; lately I’ve been smacking my lips over crone villains and she did NOT disappoint.

I thought the effects for the combat scene between Dumbledore and Voldemort were worth the price of admission alone.

I’m not fanatical about the Harry Potter books so I never feel any disappointment about plot elements or details being left out of the movies; I prefer the movies to the books in all but the first case and mainly just care about the villains and the pretty moving pictures. Okay, maybe I do care a wee bit more than that, seeing how I almost started blubbering tonight watching Voldemort inside Harry and then seeing Harry flashback on all of his pleasant memories of smiles, hugs and friendship. I’m a sucker!!

We also saw a preview for Transformers which I’ve had no desire to see until tonight when I heard and saw all of the dirty (but still shiny!) clanging metal moving around menacingly. I wish we could see it just that way, with all the inane dialogue taken out leaving nothing but score and . . . clanging, transforming metal.

While I’m on the subject of machines, let me tell you that I reviewed a scene from COPS over and over the other night. There was something about this particular cop with his shaved head and blonde hairy arms, but what initially got me excited was just the sound of his engine revving and the car changing gears as he chased a speeder. Then I got *really* excited when the guy he caught was very stupid and bratty, and the cop tried to be patient with him and give him lots of chances which resulted in the cop repeating directions (”keep your hands on your head!”)over and over again, then having to reach out and manhandle him sternly, but not to put him in cuffs at first, but just to re-situate the guy’s hands as though his detainee was a naughty schoolboy. LOVED it. BIG turn on. HARD to explain, but when the dumbass quivered and giggled when the cop grabbed him by the wrist suddenly to pull his hand out of his pocket, it just . . . aroused me.

TOO HOT

I don’t work well in heat. Living in western Washington state my entire life I’ve not had to deal with it much, but when it does come around I prefer to sit it out. Like most people who aren’t rich in the Seattle area, I’ve never lived in a house or apartment with air conditioning because it’s so unnecessary most of the time. But when it *is* hot? That feeling of walking on molten shag carpet is pretty scary.

I honestly think my office and our bedroom are the two most impossibly steamy-hot rooms in our house, bringing my productivity to a parched crawl. Right now it’s actually cooling down outside, but those two rooms just RETAIN the heat like blowtorch-equipped cuntholes.

I know I’ve nothing to complain about compared to people who live in other places like Vegas or Detroit or even people who live in Seattle proper or my hometown which don’t have the kind of saltwater breezes we get here in PT. But sheesh, I *could* be pregnant, and that means I’m practically ENCOURAGED to gripe about the giant sweat stains underneath my floppy mammoth boobs with their gigantic pancake-sized areolas ringed by bluish-purple borders.

Wish I felt like blogging about something meaningful, but I don’t. Wish I felt like stretching, but I don’t.

Here are a couple of posts you might have missed over at the Fertile Trixie Blog:

Due Date

PMS or Pregnancy Symptoms?

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I’ve been spending a lot of time “populating” the various areas of my Rude profile, like my store where I’ve got some ridiculously priced stuff for sale and my customs area which I haven’t finished because I look too sweat-drenched to make teaser-content so I’ve just been filling out the prices, descriptions and photos. I’m going hog-wild on that site for a couple of reasons: one, they have a contest starting soon where all of the “producers” are entered into a drawing for a minicooper provided we’ve met all of the requirements (hence my “store”, which I might never have taken advantage of if not for wanting to meet this requirement). Two, I actually really like a ton of things about the site.

There are a few things that have been overlooked (example: adding the option for users to identify as a different gender than male or female) but overall the level of attention to detail serving surfers, consumers *and* providers is really unprecedented. I have been on so many MANY sites over the years, and most of them are really good at one or two things, but totally lacking in others. Rude honestly is trying to be extremely good at just about *everything* you could want in a sexy interactive website. This is the only site I’ve seen that is user-friendly for people who want to DABBLE in hosting spycams and posting photos and videos of themselves *and* promo-friendly for people like us who are trying to make a living at those things. There’s a rich range of both free content and for-pay content, plus this could be the solution panty girls and panty fans have been looking for to be able to buy and sell used panties. Sweet! Of course, I’ll stick with selling my used bubblegum and leave the panty stuff to people who actually like wearing sticky panties for days on end, but it’s nice to have a reputable site to procure such heavenly-scented items.

CHECK TWITTER

Sorry for the lack of posts lately; things have been hectic, but I *have* been keeping everyone (you included) posted by twittering a lot. If you want to know my latest movements (and you’re not watching our potty cam, haha), then that’s the place to see what the fuck is occupying me that doesn’t happen to be blogging.

So yeah — if you want to know what will be consuming most of our day today, check my twitter profile (or look for the latest update from it in the sidebar and keep refreshing).

COOL CHANGES, SLIGHT PROBLEM

Today we made an exciting change to our sites; when you join any one of our sites, you get access to ALL of them. It’s retroactive, too, so if you currently have a membership to one of our sites, you can now get inside all of them.

Except for one small problem: our payment processor who handles all of the password files must not have done it exactly right, so for some reason no one can get into my site, TastyTrixie.com. I called them as soon as I found out, and they’re fixing it now, so in the meantime you can access our spycams here or ooops wait . . .

You should be able to get in now: the on-duty CCBill tech boy *just* called me back to report that he fixed AND tested it so all should be working. If not, please comment here or email me, k?

FYI: you will be prompted for your username and password at each site as you move between them.

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I’ll write more about this change later, but I’m super excited about it (and members should be too) because everyone will now get access not only to all of our sites, but to TWO (and soon THREE) spycam sites instead of just one.

Fair warning: we’ll be raising the cost of membership on all of our sites (except spyonus.com, which will be LOWERED). But right now?? You can still join for the same cost of just one site, at a price ($19.99 a month) set way back in 2002 that hasn’t been raised since (and currently rebilling members don’t worry: you will continue to be billed at the old rate; you will NOT be charged the new rate unless you cancel and rejoin at the higher rate). I’ll be mailing all current and former members to make sure that you all are still able to join at the 2002 rates for quite a while as a token of our appreciation.

Delia and I gave it a lot of thought and discussion, and after five years and the addition of lots of content plus an all-access pass, it’s definitely time to bump up the price especially since we’ll be burning up the bandwidth bill with members being able to download videos and photos from four sites at once.

Anyway — hooray!!

TWITTERPATED

I’ve not gotten addicted to any web phenoms like youtube, myspace, or any of that (besides blogger and protopage, of course). But today I discovered twitter and it’s PERFECT for my compulsive desire to log everything and make sure people know what I’m doing:

MY TWITTER PROFILE

I posted my twitter “badge” in my sidebar (over there to the left, in pink) so you can see my latest updates. I’m considering other places to post it (phone sex listings? Members-only page?) It would be a perfect way to alleviate the paranoia I sometimes feel that my voyeurs are thinking that whatever I’m doing at my desk is not nearly as productive as getting naked and chatting with them would be.

I also love up-to-the-minute coverage (in brief) of what people I adore are doing.

INGREDIENTS FOR A PERFECT NIGHT

*One full moon, visible and shining high-beam onto your bed.

*An attempt at reading a favorite book, The Mists of Avalon, again. You fail to dive in deeply but only because you feel deliciously sleepy.

*A realization that even though you’re deliciously sleepy, you’re not SO deliciously sleepy you can’t feel the lure of the eroscillator (a clit-stimulating sex toy). In the full moonlight, you masturbate yourself to two super-fantastic orgasms.

*After being asleep for fifteen minutes, your transgendered girlfriend calls you up from a local bar to get her ride home so you put on pj pants, pick her up, and go to the store and buy some junk food. The store employees say bizarre things to one another over the intercom. Everything inside and outside the store and on the drive there and back home is surreal and wide open.

*When you get home and into bed with your junk food, your girlfriend wants to fuck. You’re sleepy and only into junk food at the moment, but say that she’s welcome to fuck you as long as you can just lay there and not do anything. She agrees to your proposal, you grab some lube, and not six strokes into the endeavor you realize it feels way too good to just lay there and not do anything. So you do things. A lot of things. You are on top, your girlfriend has a huge orgasm and the excitement of watching and hearing her orgasm plus the feeling of her cum sloshing around in your pussy makes YOU climax too. You remark that apparently you were in the mood after all, and a good thing too because those early orgasms with the eroscillator? They didn’t do jack for your g-spot, but this fuck session totally hit the spot and rounded out the evening. To be topped only by the following:

*Your girlfriend falls asleep as you press play on a recorded episode of your favorite television show, COPS. You have the fritos, bean dip, little schoolboys (cookies!), and diet Coke all to yourself. And COPS. Plus a full moon and spooge-filled cooch. You are positively gleeful.

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The ingredients for a perfect night don’t necessarily carry over well into the morning. Since I didn’t go to sleep until four, I didn’t get enough sleep since I had to wake up early for a show. We also had some (fun) shopping to do first for some plants for a photo shoot and the yard. By the time my show was over and we started eating lunch, I had the warning signs of a migraine with major visual disturbances, so I blocked out as much light from the room and swilled down a couple of pills and more caffeine to try to ward it off. I took a nap for two hours but the left side of my head is not too happy.

I’m not sure what to blame for it (the beginning of the moon’s waning phase?), but the processed salty foods, sugar and diet coke seem likely culprits. We’ve never been big on drinking pop, but lately have been heeding the siren song of diet Coke and now I understand why that shit is so addictive. It’s truly bubbly evil in a can.

Fortunately I don’t feel the urge to vomit, so things are not too bad.

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While napping, I dreamt I was student teaching and also holding another straight job, but was getting all of my porn email at the school/work. I was scared because everyone was on the verge of finding out my dirty secret. My co-workers and students seemed uncomfortable around me and the principal eyed me as though a big talk was coming.

Later I was living in a cold city. My wardrobe was not appropriate for the weather, and the icy puddles were treacherous to try to cross wearing my tractionless ballet slippers. Still, I had fun sliding around on the ice in the park. I wondered to myself why I’d never been to Cleveland, and then I realized that this cold city I was in was Cincinnati, and it would be very simple for me to visit Cleveland from there. The trees were bare and the sky a thick, unmitigated grey.