Happy Birthday / Spring Site Sale!

Today is my birthday! What do I want? Two things:

 

I already gave myself the first gift. Yesterday I sat at the computer for eleven hours tinkering with my site, and it felt GREAT! Here’s some of what I did:

  • added a sweet little video of me and my big boobs in a green lace teddy
  • moved outdated things off the members-only home page
  • revisited retro design elements I still love & want to revamp & incorporate into future designs
  • mocked up & posted a new temporary home page
    • with a bigger spot to feature new vlogs
    • vlog NOT using flash anymore
  • added links to THREE new super-unique friend sites added to our network in January that our members now have access to
  • recorded and posted a new vlog

 

It’s not perfect and feels temporary, but that’s (still) the great thing about internet publishing; no mistake or rush-job has to live on in perpetuity on your own sites, and there are always new (and old) opportunities to improve. Which is a great reminder to celebrate alongside SPRING TIME! So I did some spring cleaning to start out my 45th year in the world a little bit fresher. I turned 44 today, but I think that makes this upcoming year my 45th, right?

To celebrate my birthday and the spring equinox, I set up a sale for you! We’ll run it through this weekend and the first day of spring (March 20th):

Monthly Subscription

$15 off your first month
$9.95 for a whole month!
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  • $9.95 for first month, rebilling at $17.95 each month after

  • Be my birthday buddy on a budget 😉

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  • 30-day non-rebilling memberships available at

  • $40 ♣ $60 ♣ $80 ♣ $99 ♣ $149 ♣ $199 ♣ $249 ♣ $499 ♣ $749 ♣ $969

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When you join, you’ll have access to ALL of our sites: mine AND Delia’s plus seven more!

  • New updates
  • Archives going all the way back to 2002.
  • homemade in the Pacific Northwest …. so much green perfect for diving into springtime!

 

Whether you’re a member or not, thanks for visiting my blog and following our story over the years. It is a gift to me just that you keep coming back. :)

Next week I’ll start giving away books here AND share another 30-day-long FREE gift to myself with you!

Dark Moon, Flushed Cheeks

I know what I’m supposed to be doing now, but I’m still too afraid to really do it.

So I keep doing things I should let go of, because I think they look like REAL WORK to other people, and are more defensible (if I fail, which of course I will if I’m not doing The Right Things … then again, they’re all kinda right things, and all vulnerable to someone saying they’re wrong … so I should stop working so hard at identifying right and wrong and just identify WORK and HOURS WORKING and WHAT FEELS GOOD).

Trixie's big boobs and pink cheeks

dark moon :: pink cheeks :: big boobs

Headed in the right direction: I’m super happy to recommit myself to a set (yet flexible as-needed) swing-shift schedule. Balancing the freedom of working for myself at home with some STRUCTURE (that I really need and provides its own freedoms) is a struggle, but today felt super NATURAL for me, blocking out 2pm to 10:30 for work. Of course I started early. And I’m finishing late. And I worked on stupid things I should be paying somebody else to do. But hey … I wanted to end my day on BOOBS, not bills, so here they are!

2-10:30 tomorrow I’m going to work. On the “right” things. And not be afraid. The morning and daylight when other people at work is ALL MINE. And midnight is ALL MINE. And I’m going to be in love with all of them.

 

Ovulating?

Delia made an “emergency” trip home yesterday because of this:

ovulation testing

Surge DETECTED!

The day before (test strips 1 & 2) I had the thick clear egg-white-like goo, but I drank a lot of water so maybe the tests looked blank because of that. Then yesterday I had pinchy cramps on my left side and stuff.

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Cum Preservation

Because of my tipped uterus & the way my cervix points up, this position actually isn’t good for me to try to conceive (having hips THIS elevated actually isn’t optimal for anybody), but I did it just for fun and because it felt good after already spending a long time in other positions trying to bathe my cervix in semen.

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dimly lit creampie

The other (optimal) positions were: on all fours (with Delia continuing to fuck me from behind for a long time after she came), on my belly, on my belly with a pillow under my hips.

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She wants to do it again today. It’s pretty interesting, her getting more testosterone back after this many years blocking it.

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We’re having a super happy time today. We slept, we stretched, we prayed, we planned, we’ve done some work and we’ll do some more. We’re listening to jazzy Christmas tunes while I do dishes and she cooks scrambled eggs and bacon for lunch. It’s raining and after we eat we’re going to go run around in the shadowy wet winter woods.

After She Didn’t Come

After I came twice yesterday fucking my wife, Delia:

Afterglow Trixie breast

She didn’t come, and was fine with it!

Tasty Trixie's furry little pussy slit

Over the twelve+ years we’ve been together, it’s pretty rare that we don’t both come. We’re totally cool with NOT coming most of the time, but in practice with each other we’re really compatible and lucky and usually come together.

Holding my tidy pussy open a little bit

Over the years, I probably have only not had an orgasm less than a dozen times when having sex with her. She’s actually gone without more times than I have.

I actually kind of like it when I have my fill, inquire whether or not she came, she says “no”, I ask if she wants to, and she says “nah . . . I’m good!” I understand that feeling of having a nice time and just enjoying experiencing your partner’s orgasm(s) without the distraction of coming yourself. Of course, Delia also has the added pressure of having to ration out her cum for work (masturbating live on cam and shooting porn, etc.) so I think sometimes it’s handy for her to save her load for that.

pulling back hood to expose head of clitoris

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Very Nice Next-Door Lady-Person Boobs

Hi. My name is Trixie!

You might perceive this as my condescending face . . .

big breasts shirt stains

. . . but really it is my “I have chocolate on my shirt” exasperated-with-myself face.

I have thick glasses . . . and big natural boobs!

nice lady trixie's big natural boobs

Some people like my boobs and even think I am a nice lady.

disarming next-door-lady smiles in glasses

They give my boobs one thumb up . . .

thumb up for big boobs!

. . . sometimes two thumbs up, but most individuals only have one (cough) “thumb”.

You might think this face is reserved for corny heard-it-all-before penis euphemisms . . .

tasty trixie sticking tongue out

. . . but I don’t mind that so much. This is actually how I feel when people give me compliments. I have to try not to look that way, instead being gracious and self-confident rather than off-putting and strange.

It’s important to be a nice lady when you’re sort of just a regular average-to-comical-looking person making money with your boobs and stuff on the internet. Make people feel happy and good. That means smiling in a genuine fashion and being relaxed and not hurrying from one expression to another. It also means making pictures brighter and saturated with fleshy warm colors. But I don’t always have time for that (like today), or for being a nice relaxed simple booby lady with no complaints or complications. Or ghastly wrinkles on her neck (chocolate on shirt helps draw eye away from crepey turkey wattles . . . but not as much as boobs / not wearing a shirt at all).

androgynous glasses nerd dork

I don’t really believe I’m that much of a lady. It’s all a bullshit charade (and boobs).

Okay, it’s not ALL a bullshit charade. But a lot of it is an illusion.

posture head-tilts self-censoring shiny blonde (fake) hair BOOBS eagerness-to-please responsive facials & head nods raised eyebrows tiny smirks omg this is exhausting pretty little dresses fortunately I don’t have to work at loving cock

cute Trixie with crooked teeth & glasses & big nipple

My teeth are crooked! I think crooked teeth are cute: charming, disarming and natural.

When we show our crooked teeth that makes you feel like you can trust us and we could never ever hurt you. We’re goofy! Shy! Quick to roll over and show our bellies! But if you really look at any still version of a smile it’s just a scary grimace of bared teeth.

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Today on the train I looked down at a really pretty lady driving in her car and she looked up at me and our eyes locked and I immediately uncontrollably blushed and smiled/grimaced. And she smiled back (with straight teeth and lipstick) and it made me so happy that I don’t care if any of it is fake or scared monkey business.

I don’t know how she kept driving straight without crashing, it felt like she looked at me that long; it was like an old movie (or Pulp Fiction) where the people don’t have to look at the road and they’re just very beautiful and the cars drive themselves while they engage with their passengers. I guess I was like the poor girl on the train in the movie who the pretty lady decides is the one she can seduce into killing her husband for insurance money, promising me we’ll make off for Mexico and live happily ever after in the sun eating tortillas with butter made from goat milk. Except I failed to fact check whether goat milk butter is any good or a suitable product for home-making and for the rest of my life in prison I have nightmare visions of rancid goat butter escalating into a severed goat head on a platter with those gross cooked goat eyeballs gleaming death at me.

The pretty lady was like a cross between Sofia Vergara and Tousled Elegance. And she didn’t seem at all like a film noir femme fatale . . . her smile was so pretty I felt like I didn’t even deserve to have her spend that much time looking at me. Which is exactly why if she’d been wearing a trench coat waiting for me at the train station I would have gone with her and done ANYTHING SHE WANTED. The muscles in her face and neck were so naturally relaxed, she couldn’t possibly do me or anybody any harm.

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