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Somebody (named Trev?) used a picture of my boobs to make an animation of them speaking lines from one of my favorite movies, G.I. Jane. My right boob is Demi Moore. My left boob is the commanding officer.

Thank you to TheAnonymousOne69 for tipping me off that this video exists. I don’t know why the fellow who made it can go to all that trouble of making my boobs talk but can’t spare the time to credit my boobs or the movie, but still . . . it’s certainly entertaining and somewhat flattering (which is sadly canceled out by the feeling of having my work and images of my body passed around without any credit going to me – I’m not one who needs people to beg for my permission for something like this or demands to be notified, all I ask is that the source — MY SITE/ME — is credited. Of course, I realize the guy who made it may not have known where it came from, but still, at some point, there is someone who knew who those boobs belong to and sent them out into the world without bothering to say they’re mine, perhaps the person who snagged that image from my site or someone after that — who knows; I don’t think people really understand how this feels unless they are naked on the internet or at least a photographer, writer, etc. who’s had their work “borrowed” without credit). Still, the video is much more fun than/not nearly as bad as the people who steal my pictures and use them to make ads on dating sites. Sigh.

The image is a still captured from the “Big League Boobs & Pee” videos in my members-only area that go along with this picture set of me in long socks, blowing bubbles:

My erect nipples under velour, pulling on long, thigh-high sock.

My natural boobs and thigh high socks.

Bumpy areola & wet gum.

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.

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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.

My mom passed her DNA for knockers down to me and also taught my sister and I how to deal with the problem of having one nipple/areolar complex erect and bumpy with the other one soft:

One time as we were about to leave a public restroom my mom noticed she had one stiff nipple and paused before exiting to stimulate the other one over her shirt so they would match. She did try to get bras and shirts that would prevent them from being super obvious, but when those failed to do the trick (you’d need armor to guarantee 100% no-poke-through) she felt compelled to make both of them stick out if one was being stubborn anyway. Nipples do get hard sometimes when you pee so . . . yeah. I hadn’t just peed in the photo above, but I’d given one boob more attention and didn’t realize how obvious it would wind up being in the picture. Clearly I am not as conscious of these things as my mom is. Or maybe I’m just not as sensitive? Hmmm . . . well, there’s some suggestive kinkiness for the portion of my audience with a special interest in big boobs, nipples, and . . . other things.

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I would love to stay up and finish editing this set of photos for members, but it will be better if I get back in bed and disconnect. PMS is in full effect and I woke up an hour too soon. I got a late start this week when I got a headache Monday and spent Tuesday recovering and trying to prevent more headaching. Now the hormones are kicking my ass and making me act/feel like a monster so I’m going to call the amount of work I did today “good” and say goodnight. Tomorrow members can see the rest of the curves and long socks and a sparkly dildo and furry beaver and underarms (not to be hairy much longer, though I’m sure I’ll grow it back out again in the future, but that’s why we shot this set in black and white: to really show off my bush).

From a gallery I’m posting for members:

Why, yes! I *do* love legwarmers!

I must confess, the gallery is not that great but I think the commentary is hot; I could have written three times as much, but I don’t like to make my notes so long that people won’t want to read them.

I’m way behind on email, and I’ll have to stay behind for awhile since we have to do our taxes this weekend. I did, however, take time to procrastinate on them by watching some college football (not that I’m a sports enthusiast, but I’m not a schoolgirl either and yet I like to dress up as one; it’s that time of year and it’s FUN). I hung out in our members-only chatroom while we watched the first half of the game, but alas, no one came in to chat. There’s no telling when I’ll make it back in there.

Now I need to finish my update and clean off the big table so I can spread out with my receipts, forms, sharp pencils and old-fashioned calculator.

OUT OF IT

I’m here, just feeling the pull to be away from the computer (or at least not communicating through it).

Honestly, the only thing I feel like blogging about is So You Think You Can Dance and my big-ass crush on Faina. Fans who want to know my “type”? All I can say is that both her and her brother, Stanislav, from last year are HOT. I know, you think I don’t like skinny girls. I know, I don’t usually like blondes (re: Stan). But these two give me SHIVERS. I could watch them all night.

Everyone said this little number was horrid, and it does look stupider when you can’t see her hot pointy little facial features with her hair whipping around in her face, but I could watch her doing this over and over and over all night long. Might be my long sock fetish feeding into it, but I just think she’s SO hot, especially doing these moves that are sort of awkward with her long skinny limbs. FUCKING HOT:

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I imagine there’s something about her and Stanislav’s personalities that the type of people who love them aren’t the type of people who sit around all night casting cell phone votes for them. I love their icy steamy hotness (but we never vote). Yum, yum, YUM. Here they are dancing together:

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I could watch her mouth and legs moving around for a whole month and never get bored.

HOT FOR BUBBLES

See my shows & bubbles by joining TastyTrixie.com or SpyOnUs.com.

My nascent bubblegum fetish is getting bigger and bigger and BIGGER. I can’t resist integrating it into my group webcam shows (as in the above image snagged by DavieUK during one of my Monday shows) and I’m beginning to crave it during (non-recorded) sex.

After my late show on Monday my g-spot was still craving action so I lured Tucker into the bedroom and climbed on top of him to rub my long-socked legs all over him. I suddenly felt like if I had some gum to chew and blow everything would be PERFECT. And then I got an urge to not only wear long socks and blow bubbles while fucking, but also to slap Tucker silly. Alas, he said he would need to be tanked to endure a slap-session and because I’d already combined in my head the gum-chewing/blowing with the face-slapping I didn’t even bother getting off Tucker to go into my office for gum. Instead we had a loud and heated session of “regular” sex including some doggy-style after my orgasm. I have never had an orgasm while being fucked from behind (except with the aid of a vibrator) so even though I enjoy it and experience pleasure from it, we usually don’t do it that way unless we’re in extended-play mode. Unfortunately no one sent me a screen capture from that session, but I imagine those watching were too busy with other things to be copying and pasting screen grabs.

As some of you’ve heard already, we’re going to start an ongoing contest with monthly winners for voyeurs who submit screen caps. The only reason I keep procrastinating on starting and announcing it is I feel like I need to write some tutorials for those who don’t already know how to do the print screen thing. I also have some software to recommend for people to be able to automate the process and even capture video with audio. I’m sure some fellow webwhores will think it’s totally irresponsible of me to teach viewers how to archive our live performances and spycam moments, but I don’t really have a problem with it as long as they don’t try to resell them or post scads of them on message boards, etc. I actually feel like it’s totally taking advantage of members to get them to record content and then send it to me so I can use it to make money. Seems like a fair trade to me when it boils down to it.

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I’ll be posting more bubblegum and long sock content to my members area today so if you’re not sick of my bubblegum obsession, you’ll be pleased.

FYI: the bubble in the above pic was blown with four or five pieces of Bazooka.