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SHORT ARMS MAKE FOR GOOD PEDICURES

I got a girly foot job today. Because there was a special half-off deal going on. And because we rented a nice room to shoot in tomorrow and really, what’s the point in blowing money on a fancy room to shoot swank nudey pics if your toes look nasty?

My “nail technician” was a cute heavy-set blonde with her hair done up in Bjorkesque knots. She was not much taller than I am so her arms were pretty short in comparison to her boobs which stuck out a lot. As a result, my toes patted and prodded her fluffy pillows of breastage. During the massage portion, my feet (one at a time) were even engulfed in her cleavage.

I know you all think I’m a total fucking pervert who couldn’t help but get off on this sexually, but honestly I kept my thoughts pure in spite of the pleasant feeling of my feet touching a cute-looking woman’s breasts. I *do* love touching people with my feet on both a sensual and sexual level, but I got the feeling that this girl was fairly new to her craft; she seemed very preoccupied, as though she were trying to follow a script she learned at beauty school or was handed by the salon owner.

I’m guessing it’s probably difficult to have her body invaded like that when she’s trying to work and that she has to do some mental and emotional work-arounds to deal with having strangers’ feet jabbing and patting and smushing against her tits. My feet are really small so I can only imagine that people with normal or large feet REALLY press up against her. Given her inexperience and her personality I just felt sort of awkward on her behalf. Awkward in a way that would be hot if it were fiction, but that any decent woman could resist eroticizing (at the time, anyway). My nail technician seemed to hold her cards close to her chest when I tried to get her to talk trash about our respective towns; she avoided say anything very personal or in a familiar tone.

She was pleasant, but clearly had her guard up. I chalk it up to the boobs and being new to her trade, but it might also have been because her boss could hear us. Regardless, I felt it was NOT the time to be getting all horny over the feet-on-boobs action. Even when I saw my little toeprints-made-of-lotion dotting the front of her black shirt. Even when she said, “you’re still wet so I’m going to keep you here a little longer.” Even then, I did not allow myself to indulge in x-rated fantasies.

“But Trixie, it’s not like she could read your mind! Why censor your thoughts?”

BECAUSE. Sometimes dirty thoughts leak out like bad gas and fill a room with discomfort. I believe they do, anyway. Some people can intuitively pick up on someone else’s hard-on, even if it’s purely mental and poses no physical threat. I have no desire to victimize a professional nail technician even if the victimization is only happening in my head. It’s just disrespectful . . . sometimes you have to rise above your baser instincts. Without acting rigid and readably uncomfortable, you have to detach yourself, particularly when you see that the other person is sending signals that detachment is what she needs.

People who touch other people for a living without actually doing sex work — therapeutic massage, nails, hair, facials (haha), etc. — still provide very intimate services that are supposed to make customers feel good, physically and emotionally. I think they go home feeling similarly emotionally exhausted by the shifty boundaries they’ve dealt with all day, touching people’s sweatiest places, hearing their stories, trying to be receptive to chat while not annoying clients by talking TOO much themselves (or entertaining clients who like that sort of thing). I think they deserve a lot of respect (and good tips) for that and deserve to preserve some boundaries; I would just feel wrong about violating that, even in my head. Especially when my feet are already on her boobs.

OOPS!

After ranting about the need to protect my identity with a stage name, I just discovered I accidentally used the real name of a guy I fooled around with. Here is the beginning of the story, with his name consistently changed (in the story I used a fake name 75% of the time, but his real name the other 25%):

All of the girls in our dorm creamed their white Christian panties over Treat, the Hawaiian guy who lived on my floor. Hell, all of the girls OUTside of our dorm creamed their white Christian panties over him. I thought he was an idiot, but as time went on I confess to creaming my panties over him too. I distinctly remember staring at the bump under his white towel as he roamed our floor after a shower, and wanting some of whatever he had under there. Wanting to get a load of it, both figuratively and literally speaking.

Once my friend and I spent a casual evening in her room with Treat, interrogating him as to WHY IN THE WORLD so many girls seemed powerless to his charms. What was his secret? How did he weave his cheesy spell over them? After feigning modesty for awhile (part of his signature appeal), he revealed with intense seriousness that he learned everything from his favorite television show in junior high: Beauty and the Beast, starring Linda Hamilton as the beauty and Ron Perlman as the Beast. Yes, you read the plot description correctly: “The adventures and romance of a sensitive and cultured lion-man and a crusading District Attorney assistant”.

If you want to read the rest of it, it’s here in the members-only area.

FULL & THROBBING

We’ve had a full day today, but nothing too exciting except for my CLIT THROBBING LIKE AN ANGRY CARTOON THUMB THAT’S BEEN BLUDGEONED BY A HAMMER.

Seriously, my pussy has been on red alert (and with my period starting today I mean that in more ways than one). It’s really been achingly demanding. Last night at the movie for the whole first hour all I could think about was how much I wished Delia could reach over and give me a handjob. As far as the movie went, all of my excitement was over Calypso and Davy Jones. Orlando and Kiera make me want to barf — what was up with that body double for the closing thigh-worship scene? Fucking lame.

Here are the boring details of our day:

*went to the gym
*got my period
*posted to that blog and this one and moved little things around in the sidebar
*checked stats
*wrote back and forth with Kris
*researched stuff for the pregnancy site
*watched an episode of The Deadliest Catch while we ate lunch (one of the few meals I’ll step up to the stove to cook: fried eggs, turkey bacon and toast)
*did dishes, laundry and other cleanup
*grocery shopped
*watched another episode of The Deadliest Catch while we ate dinner (Delia took care of this one: a delicious garlicky quinoa concoction with stir-fried shiitake mushrooms)
*shot photos and video of Tucker
*tried to follow along with some instructional bellydance dvd’s
*walked the dog together at dusk

It’s been a full day for me considering that I only got around seven hours of sleep which is usually not nearly enough for me. I’ve enjoyed the entire day, though, and now am looking forward to climbing into bed with some toast to watch So You Think You Can Dance and going to sleep.

If someone knows how to put stuff (like my borane [borane = boring+mundane] what-i-did-today bullshit) behind a cut using blogger so it doesn’t soak up the brain cells of people who’d rather not waste them reading such trivia, I’d love to hear how.

Just a quick post to say that we’re going to be gone until Thursday night doing some shooting away from home (yay!!).

Of course, we’re off to a late start; the plumber is here again trying to squeeze too-big a tank in too-tight a space . . . lordy. I really hope he gets it done for good soon so a) we can lock up and leave, and b) we can ummm. . . HAVE HOT WATER AGAIN and take showers and things like that.

Delia posted her update early (yummy) and mine is uploading right now, so I hope that and our friends on the spycams will keep you all entertained in our absence, and we’ll bring home lots of new goodies in terms of photos and videos.

Oh, I should also mention that I’m SO WET AND HORNY!!

I know, my fellow webwhores and fans who “get it” will think I’m joking and just trying to placate those who want to read about WET PUSSY ALL THE TIME, but I’m actually serious. I had to make up a little sleep this morning but evidently it was TOO MUCH because I was paralyzed in lucid sex dreams resulting in scores of orgasms and an urgent need to masturbate when I rose.

Anyway, I think it’s a good jumping off point for some hardcore shooting over the next couple of days, don’t you?

SLEEPY GOOD
I can’t think straight right now — can’t decide what things to write about and what things to leave out, what things to do and what things to wait on. So I’ll just give you a picture and let you know that the day the picture was taken (yesterday) was one of the horniest I’ve ever experienced.

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Houseboy and I had a frustrating experience the night before with me trying to take pictures of him but initially failing due to my disappointment with myself in not even understanding my own stupid camera. I really wanted to take pictures of him in his spectacles but the fucking lights were reflecting off of them and without the lights shining on him everything was too dark. Anyway, enough of the frustrating part. He kept his good humour and pretty much made it impossible for me to just quit and go to bed . . . so we wound up with a pretty good set of pictures of him and . . . even sexier I got to videotape him jacking off. I cannot even describe how much of a dream come true this is, just getting to watch a guy jack off in real life and not be allowed to do anything about it. Since houseboy’s site will be friendly for all audiences (male or female), there’s no need to throw me in the mix every single time — he needs some sexy solo content. Anyway, then yesterday houseboy took pics of me (see above) and I took pics of him . . . and another video. I almost wept from being so excited standing behind the camera while he jacked off. OH god yum. What a perfect tease!!

I absolutely love being the voyeur instead of the performer/participant/exhibitionist. And it’s not just because I do it all the time for work . . . it’s because the role of voyeur comes much more naturally to me than the role of exhibitionist. Most of my seemingly exhibitionistic behaviors are rooted more in my imaginings of what someone would be feeling by voyeuring me.

One of the most fascinating things happened when houseboy and I were looking through the pictures I took of him . . . looking at beautiful image after beautiful image of him on the monitor somehow he became somebody distant and celebrity-like. Staring at his still smiling/pouting/flirting sultry images I just absolutely marveled at his perfection . . . and I thought about how hysterically women will idolize beautiful sexy men (like Elvis and Tom Jones). I have always been fascinated by that panty-throwing/fainting/screaming phenomenon. I don’t know if men are capable of that kind of senseless maddening worship the way women are. Part of it is arousal, sure, but it’s much more all-being-encompassing than simple sexual arousal. It’s like your mind, body and spirit are completely driven by intense brainwashed excitement. I seriously felt myself approaching that kind of hysteria with him yesterday . . . staring at the computer houseboy pictures for so long then finally turning around and looking at the real houseboy standing before me, SO gorgeous I tried to explain “it” (this wacky celebrity worship thing) to him . . . and just as I was reaching for the words he took a step towards me and was almost touching me and I truly felt my guts dropping and my entire face lighting up as though STAR STRUCK . . . ohmygodohmygod it’s really him!!!!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!(insert hair pulling face squishing jumping up and down wetting pants screaming)AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! He’s going to touch me oh my god it’s HIM!!!!!! I didn’t know whether to jump into his arms or take a step back!! It was the wackiest feeling! Silly and totally ridiculous, but I felt it anyway.

Hahahahaha. BIZARRE!!!!!

Anyway, if you want to see just one of the tame pictures of my the “object” of my hysteria, I think that houseboy is publishing one in his journal momentarily.