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Today marks one of those milestone birthdays for Delia and I wish I could smother her with everything and more than she could possibly ever want:

To the cutest girl in the world: happy birthday, honey!

At the top of her list of desires? BOOBS!

Delia has hormone titties but wants bigger boobies!

After shooting this set of pictures I had one of those moments I *often* have after taking pictures of her of being completely BOGGLED as to her site hasn’t become world famous and made her rich. Seriously — how can you look at her and not think she should be sitting in piles of cash?!? Not that she even wants that — she’s not really into material stuff, but it torments me that all the money she makes on her site and all but a few of our other checks are made out to me to the point where when we filed our taxes she made so little that I was able to claim her as my dependent (we’re not married, but as we discovered this year, I could claim I’m head of household and she’s my live-in sugar baby or whatever “as long as the relationship is not illegal”).

All of that would be fine if we had any spending money, but no — everything of significance goes to running our sites, paying credit cards, trying to pay taxes, and the usual rent and utilities.

I have no diamond ring for Delia, no trip to Disneyland, no little red Corvette in the driveway with a bow . . . and no new boobs. And this all makes me very sad because I am a sugar daddy at heart and totally want to spoil her.

I hoped I’d have lots of sex when I went to college, but I totally didn’t except with myself, like in this confession I posted for my members about masturbating in the library:

I tried to get on the study track and stared at the pages of “The Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire”, trying to concentrate. I got out my lecture notes and tried to focus on what Redding had emphasized, but all I could think about was how much he turned me on and how naughty I was to spend those hours in his classroom fantasizing about his sexual presence instead of ruminating on his intellectual offerings.

I was alone in the corridor of library desks. Everything was quiet. I kicked off my shoes and put my feet up on the desk then placed my open western civ book in my lap with the base of the book’s spine resting firm and heavy on my pussy. The thin material of my stretch pants made it easy for me to feel this pressure pushing against my clit.

Maybe that’s part of why I’m not turned on by sites like DareDorm – it wasn’t part of my experience. More than that, though, I never wanted THAT kind of drunken sex to be part of my life.

Stupid asshole college jocks.

Those are exactly the kinds of tan, stupid people and scenes I wanted to avoid when I went to a private university and as a woman I have a hard time being comfortable looking at those kinds of scenarios even if they’re staged.  On the other hand, I do understand why OTHER people, particularly guys, enjoy jacking off to that kind of porn — ESPECIALLY nerdy guys like myself (but with penises) who never got invited to parties like that or if they were, were always on the sidelines just watching.

Not that I never EVER got drunk and had sexy-time in college — those instances were few and far between, but they did happen and I’ve shared a few of those stories with members, like in this story where I got kicked out of a bar for getting too hot and heavy with a Fort Lewis soldier and this story of botched alcohol-doused sex in my Nissan Sentra with campus security cruising by and this story about a drug-dealer who loved getting his whole face wet with my pussy juices. Honestly though, those were (almost) the only times I did things like that! All of the tan and sporty partiers at my school lived on LOWER campus, while I belonged to the pale and nerdy upper campus crowd.

Anyway, if you’re not a member and you want to read those stories JOIN HERE -or- if you really just want to immerse yourself in the debauchery of hardcore, porntastic, wannabe-amateur porn then join DAREDORM.

Note: if you join DareDorm or RealityKings today after clicking my links I’ll get a mega-awesome bonus. RealityKings gives you access to a whole bunch of awesome, tried-and-true sites like Big Naturals, Mike’s Apartment, Monster Curves, etc. I’ll also get a bonus if you join on another day, it just won’t be QUITE so luscious. Thanks!

I’ve seen this gorgeous model, Dors Feline, busting out all over lately so thought I’d share in case you haven’t noticed her yet:

Voluptuous Dors Feline

There are a lot of cute, sexy porn models online, but it’s always fun to see one who’s truly beautiful that I could stare at all night long. I cannot get enough of looking at her sweet, sturdy legs coming to points in these peeptoe pumps:

Huge Boob Pinup Porn in Peeptoe Pumps

Speaking of girls I could stare at all night long, we are still watching SYTYCD (So You Think You Can Dance) in spite of vowing to swear it (and DirecTV) off. For all of its obnoxiousness I’m still driven to tears and/or drooling over the dancing and/or the hotness of girls like  Kathryn in her caveman garb last night. Of course we’re sad we won’t get to keep watching Billy Bell with his gorgeous, wacky, uber-articulated feet, but my secret hope is that he realized that lifting partners would only hurt his back and he should just be amazing OFF the competition instead of risking injuring himself on a show his fragile sweet self could never win.

And then there’s poor, beautiful Channing who appears to be conflicted over her lesbian self. And hot sex Peter (may be the first time I’ve been glad they made a boy cut his hair on that show). I’m rooting hard for Ellenore with her maturity (I was SO sad at that lame-ass “sexy” routine she had to do on Monday with those stupid-ass tutus) and was so sad that Ashleigh made it on instead of that super-athletic little black girl they cut for not having the right personality or whatever. Karen, Kevin and Russell are our other favorites. I ripped out a lot of hair the past couple of nights retching over some of the hideous costume choices, though. Those ridiculous pseudo-tuxes in the tap routine Monday night, for example. Bianca’s looked fab, but the boys looked like jokes. I’m also sick-to-death of Asian contestants being condescendingly described in diminutive terms and little squeaky voices, like “aren’t you just as cute as a button!?!” Ugh. But yeah — if I got to choose who I would fuck (or even just WATCH fucking) this season it would definitely be Karen and Peter. Not that that’s what the show is about, but I can’t help myself from thinking about it.

I do wish PBS would make its own version of SYTYCD without all of the reality show hype (or with it toned down to about 10% of the FOX strength). More dancing, less bullshit. And enough with the constant favoritism towards males and the brainwashing that “WITHOUT DANCE THIS POOR BLACK CHILD WOULD NEVER HAVE AMOUNTED TO ANYTHING — what an inspiration!” I’m so embarrassed to watch/hear that drivel OVER and OVER again. They never say that shit to poor white boys like Peter from Philadelphia with his jacked up teeth. I know it’s different, but when they fawn over the black kids like they’re stray animals white people in the arts rescued to perform tricks for them, it’s just so gross and humiliating, particularly when they assume that posture with all young black men on the show even when they’re middle-class white bread suburbanites. Fucking BARF.

Anyhoo, Delia’s decorating our guest room in Halloween deliciousness loaned to us by AmberLily so we can shoot some more fun stuff today to post for our members on Saturday. We’ve also got shows scheduled Friday night and Saturday so keep that in mind if you are a member or plan to become one by then.

Last night we shot a bunch of fun, costumey, Halloween porn. Here are samples from each of the photo sets:

Me, dressed up as a maid in vinyl (we’ve never done the maid costume so we’re WAY overdue for this one):

Busty in PVC french maid costume.

Delia, dressed up as the Queen of Hearts (with cool feathery eyelashes, I’d like to point out):

And a sample from my “Scary Hairy Pussy and Halloween Hemorrhoid” set, one I’ve wanted to do for a very long time (well, not the hemorrhoid part — that was just a happy accident):

After we did all of that, we got into bed and fucked. It was sweet. And juicy. And also fairly well-lit and audible for our voyeurs watching on our spycams, so there! Our photo shoots are pretty tame by today’s porn standards — very tease oriented, usually — so we often build up excitement during the process.

We’ve been working on a new site, TrixieAndFriends.com. Sounds pretty exciting, right? Like maybe it’s all about me sexing up my buddies? But actually, it’s not. It’s much more practical and mundane than that.

TrixieAndFriends.com is mostly just a preview blog showing our most recent updates (and eventually a categorized, searchable catalog of all of our porn going back to when each of our sites opened so that members can find what they want; THAT is going to take weeks/months of data entry to compile). No one will actually be able to JOIN TrixieAndFriends.com, instead it links to each of the sites in our network so people still have to pick who they want to support, but AmberLily and Delia and some of our members are keen to have a members-only forum/bulletin board so we WILL have a protected area on the site for that.

We’ve been using the members-only area of SpyOnUs for members to go to and see network-wide updates, but it was clunky and not very inclusive — DEFINITELY not searchable, so TrixieAndFriends.com is replacing & greatly improving what we were doing there (we also need to totally revamp SpyOnUs.com to make it strictly about voyeurism, our behind-the-scenes stuff, and of course our SPYCAMS). If any of you techy people are wondering why we don’t have a CMS to do all of this for us, the main reason is that each of the sites in our network is unique and independently owned/operated; we have no desire to standardize everything or force everyone to use one of the limited and difficult scripts on the market.

I feel self-conscious and narcissistic about buying and using the domain, TrixieAndFriends.com, for this (like how I keep saying it over and over? TRIXIE AND FRIENDS DOT COM!!!), but wanted to hurry up and DO IT and couldn’t come up with any brandable, inclusive, open-ended domain that would describe our network and allow for indie sites of any stripe to network with us down the road. Anything with the word “webwhore” in it is off-putting to many and brings to mind the kind of hardcore, stereotyped sites that are pretty much the opposite of what our sites are about (not that I, personally, am ever going to stop calling myself a webwhore, it’s just not a good moniker for everyone). I could come up with a lot of generic and good domain names, but they didn’t feel like anything I thought people would remember and associate with us, though IndiePornPass was one we tossed around, but what if we make sites for tech-incompetent little hotties down the road? What then? It might feel a little deceptive. I suppose, though, that we might network with people who aren’t really great “friends”,  but I think people are used to that term being used loosely (and I *do* love loose friends!).

Speaking of friends (the great kind, not the loosely used), it’s AmberLily’s birthday! One of the things people don’t seem to notice much about AmberLily’s site is that she does assloads of private webcam shows every week, practically every DAY, and those shows are archived in both streaming video and snapshot formats so her site is basically updated every day with a really wide variety of role plays, masturbation, and hot little outfits and fetish attire like pantyhose, gloves, bodystockings, schoolgirl skirts, shiny satin panties, etc. Whenever porn review sites look at her site this fact is rarely mentioned or, if it is, is given very short shrift. It pretty much happens to all webcam content. Instead of being highly valued the way it SHOULD be, reviewers are so unused to seeing it that they don’t get it and just focus on what they’re used to: generic photos and videos. They don’t understand that webcam grabs ARE jerkworthy even though they aren’t HD. It’s frustrating, to put it mildly.

Anyway, my hope is that at least OUR members will see and appreciate (in that very special way they have) how consistently hard AmberLily works and the range of her special offerings. Before announcing TrixieAndFriends I wanted to have all of our October updates catalogued there, but we’re only maybe halfway through representing the days AmberLily has added archived shows. Still, I think it’s already apparent what she’s doing, even if few people really have a clue how much she puts into it, especially considering the heavy burdens and gigantic stressors she and her hubby have been thrown this year.  She’s not the type to complain or let on when the chips are down and she’s under so much pressure that a normal person would just be curled in a ball in bed with a variety of prescription-strength sedatives so I don’t think most of her fans REALIZE. Also, I don’t think she really WANTS to hash over that stuff — she wants to do a good job on cam for her customers and let her mind be taken off all of that bullshit.

Point is, it’s her birthday, I hope it’s a great one for her and that she is rewarded for all of her hard work (and hotness). The week already started out in tears for her when their favorite cat and beloved pet of many years succombed to cancer, so . . .  yeah. If I could, I would shower her with a trip to Disneyland, piles of Star Wars toys, and as many hugs as she could tolerate.

Normally when you hear “camgirl” and “stroke” you think of masturbation. Unfortunately our online pal UndressJess experienced a different kind of stroke yesterday.

Some of us who follow her twitter account noticed a couple of really jumbled tweets from her, plus one saying she was on her way to the hospital. I finally got ahold of her on her cell phone this afternoon; she is in the hospital BECAUSE SHE HAD A STROKE.

Undress Jess

She was able to speak fairly coherently, though she stopped and apologized a couple of times because it’s hard for her to organize her thoughts. Apparently the main thing is that SHE CAN’T READ and is pretty worried wondering how she’ll be able to work on her site, camming, blogging, promoting herself, etc. when she totally can’t READ. It’s like weird instant dyslexia.

It’s really hard to imagine being so young, living alone and becoming disabled overnight. You never know how long (if ever) after a stroke you’ll regain the function(s) you lost, but if I heard her correctly the estimate is about a year for her to be able to read again. Apparently the only guess being made as to why this happened to her is from her birth control pills. Yes, fuckers, STROKE is one of the risks of being on hormonal birth control. So next time you hear a guy complain about using a fucking condom, pull out this little gem. Risk of stroke isn’t just a bunch of tiny words on a pill pack insert no one reads.

Rad Camgirl Undress Jess

Needless to say, she won’t be on cam or updating her site or doing daily shows the way she normally does so I hope her fans read this and try to be supportive. Her main site is UndressJess.com but she also has awesome booty-shaking vids on shakinit AND a clip site if you can only afford to purchase one or two videos. It’s hard to imagine what an extended hospital stay and disability can do to a single, independent camgirl/site owner financially.

Note: I’m not going to keep calling her while she’s in the hospital and if I do talk to her again anytime soon the conversations will no doubt be brief and about work stuff, so I can’t say that I’ll have updates for you or pass messages along to her, I just want people to be aware of her situation and do what they can to support her work online and be patient while she’s absent and struggling with what happened to her brain. If you have a blog, it would be great if you could repost this.

I masturbate differently in webcam shows for a large group than I do for myself or for private shows.

During group camshows I have a whole hour to draw out the experience. I put on a little makeup and usually wear something that allows me to do upskirts – little nighties, slips, miniskirts, etc. If I have enough time, I love wearing hosiery, especially opaque thigh high socks which is what I wore today: long, tight, stretchy, dark brown socks under a hippy-style sundress with a smocked top which is great for showing off my cleavage and tits.

Because I’m not being paid by the minute to fulfill requests by viewers, the “action” in my group shows is aimed to please me (and, incidentally, other people who have my particular tastes), all slowly paced to fill out the hour. I’m not super-entertaining, I just slide into a groove and enjoy looking at myself doing things I wouldn’t otherwise do: smiling at myself in the camera, and just making myself do shit that makes me hot, like exposing myself in taunting, mostly-softcore ways. I get very mesmerized by myself, like when I show myself (and everybody else) my creamy thighs parting to expose my hairy cunt with that beautiful contrast of the dark socks. I don’t know what it is about that contrast, but it’s fucking irresistible to me. I can watch myself do that over and over again.

We had more time than usual between shows this month so it’s been about three weeks since I enjoyed one of these long sessions; doing these long shows every other week or every three weeks is perfect for me because, without knowing it, I really build up a desire for them. My clit’s had a break from extended time with the hitachi magic wand and it’s been awhile since I really took a good look at myself.

Today I decided not to shower, putting my dirty hair in pigtails instead. It’s been four or five days since I had a shower and maybe only two baths (last night and some other time) during that time. For three days I wore the same pair of sticky, hot-smelling panties. My bush is getting really filled-out again, and every time I go to the bathroom I sniff the crotch of my underwear and play with my cowlicks that come together and curl up where my lips meet. The musky smell of pussy-hair steeped in cunt-sweat is part of what I love about not shaving.

Anyway, it smelled so good today during my show, I just kept petting it and bringing my hand up to inhale, over and over again. Deep breaths, totally drugging myself on that woman-sex smell of myself. I fucking could not get enough of it, smelling it, and watching me on the monitor, stroking myself with my light-pink clit poking out between my dirty-blonde fur and those SOCKS pulled up on my thighs making everything in the middle look so fucking naked and whorey.

I remember the first time I ever rode on Highway 1 through Big Sur, not being able to get enough of that hot sage smell. It doesn’t smell like pussy exactly, but it’s addictive and elevating, like ascending to heaven and being on some other unearthly level in between the ground and meeting God’s secretary while He’s away. I feel the same way about the smell of my musky bush, like if I were to immerse myself in it far enough I would wind up in some other place of knowledge and luxury and a decadent form of peace.

Today while I inhaled I realized the scent on my fingers reminded me a whole lot of crayola crayon wrappers. Not exactly like that, but similar. I always wonder where that Really Perfect Pussy smell comes from, like what the secret recipe is for it to be that perfect all of the time. Was it steeping my hair in dirty underwear so long? Was it the hot apple cider and cashews we had before bed? Was it the flax seed and evening primrose oil? Was it having PMS? Was it the mingling of a favorite lotion with the cunt smell to create a perfect pussy-church combo?

I came three times today with one of the orgasms augmented considerably by the call and response of me being ridiculously horny for myself and crooning, “oh yeah” to myself right before Jimi Hendrix said “oh yeah” at the beginning of Red House. Then . . . brilliant guitar and that was all she wrote.

*****

Right after my show I still felt a little hypnotized. I took a powerful piss, then stumbled into the bedroom where I felt a hot gush of liquid burst through my cunt. I reached down to touch it and came out with beautiful, crimson blood all over my fingers with more than enough left over to streak down my right thigh. I haven’t had such a dramatic start to my period in years.