TastyTrixie.com

Archive for the ‘pregnancy’ Category

Would you be surprised to hear that I’m genuinely INSPIRED by some women’s personal stories of swinging and/or just seeing them fucking and sucking? Here are a few on my mind lately:

*Our friend Sabrina’s blog, Swinging in the Suburbs. I’ve mentioned it before, but she’s been posting more frequently lately and has the perfect balance of honest reflection and erotic titillation (hello bad boy cop story!), plus some provocative questions to ponder.

*Janet Mason’s site and blog: Janet Exposed. I’m not sure why I’ve never explored her site before – she’s been around online since 1998. Today I dove in and read a lot of stuff on her site and LOVE what she has to say.

Janet Mason loves big black cock!

Janet loves the way dark skin looks against her white skin.

I think reading her FAQs page is the reason why I got very excited about the fat, long cucumber Delia brought home from the store tonight. Yes, it’s a far cry from the giant black cocks Janet loves, but she got me so tuned into craving the phallus that I couldn’t help it. On top of that it’s good to read personal stories from women our age about the effects of stress on maintaining a sexy web presence for over a decade. I don’t mean that I’m happy other people have challenges, it’s just a relief and comfort to read people being honest about them.

*Angelique XXX (also a swinger): I just posted a guest gallery of her in my members-only area after finding some of her photos from her recent pregnancy.

Angelique XXX in tight white tank top & jeans.

Pregnant Angelique squeezing her swollen breasts.

I’ve always admired her French Canadian brand of beauty and was really happy to see the pregnant stuff after hearing awhile back that she initially hadn’t felt sexy pregnant. Again, it’s not that I celebrate the idea of her doing something that she didn’t enjoy; rather I enjoy thinking about the process she might have gone through to arrive at a place where she DID feel sexy (and of course the resulting porn is just HOT, especially to someone like myself who has always had the hots for her — seeing her transformed and expanded like that is erotic and potent to me).

I know, all of these words are very dorky and old-manlike, but they’re part of the truth. The part of the truth that just wants to share some hot mama porn without overthinking it to death.

It’s interesting how excited I get about these women’s portrayals of their sex lives even though I wouldn’t want to have their experiences myself. Not exactly, anyway. I don’t think I’ll ever want to be “filled up” and “stretched” the way some chicks (like Janet) do (I find deep penetration painful; I come faster and more often fucking guys with small cocks), but I do relate completely to being extremely aroused just by the sight of a really REALLY big cock. I’ll never be someone who specifically seeks out “black cock” to fetishize (but yeah, I might have a tiny little bit of an agenda in wanting to have sex with black WOMEN). I don’t think I’ll ever want to invest the amount of time in arranging to meet and fuck so many people (and be all clean and gorgeous and multi-orgasmic while doing it) but I do want a little bit of what they have one of these days, for both Delia and I.

But mostly for Delia. I am more of the husband-with-the-camera type.

Honestly, I *have* meant to write more about the whole open-relationship/swinging thing and my idea of what kind of openness is desirable/ideal to me (and what kinds are NOT). And discuss the whole subject of having stunt cocks/guest “models” to fuck on camera. And what I liked about having multiple sex partners in the past. And why that’s not a big priority for me right now, but I anticipate will be again. Someday . . .

Speaking of social events with a purpose, we’re not going to be able to make it to this fundraiser tomorrow, but PLEASE READ about it and consider donating. Keep it on your “worthy causes” bookmarks! It provides perspective a lot of us lack (or have the luxury to not consider often) and is a necessary reminder of the thousands of ways responsible family planning is undermined and right choices are punished or made unavailable to women who are saddled with more than their fair share of costs and scary-ass consequences for getting (and not getting) abortions.

To provide some extra incentive, I will comp you a six week membership to our sites (if you want) if you donate. If you make it like a “gift” in my behalf I’ll get an ecard like this (click for a suggestion on how to fill it out so I’ll know you want to take me up on this):

Upon receiving the email/e-card it may take me up to 48 hours (or more if we’re gone) to manually set you up, but it’s a major bargain since normally six weeks of membership would cost over $30 but with this I can’t tell how much you donated so you could get it for the minimum donation amount. If you would like to donate more than $30 (please do!) and be personally rewarded for it with more membership time, forward me your receipt and I will set you up with a correspondingly longer amount of time. And if you don’t want a membership but you just want to brag, I’ll enjoy seeing how much you donated just for fun if you feel like sharing that info.

NOTE: you are not *buying* a membership from me, you are donating money and I am personally rewarding you for it; if you are not happy with a membership to our sites understand that you don’t have an opportunity for a refund and I will personally hunt you down and beat you senseless if you do a chargeback. Not that I will have the information to do that, but just pretend. Obviously if you want to buy a membership but NOT donate, you should join our sites the regular way.

There are a lot of reasons why I’d love to help this particular clinic to help women in this way, but one of the semi-senseless reasons is that it’s in Tacoma which is like the hometown of my heart; I feel very connected to that place so for selfish reasons it just makes me feel more emotionally invested than if it were Portland or Tulsa or wherever. And I really like the idea of someone I know and love being made happier by helping distribute the money to help women she sees face-to-face at work.

Note: yes, I know that the title of this post could be perceived as tasteless and may not be something people want to be associated with; I am not speaking on behalf of anybody but myself here, so understand that I am in no way affiliated with the clinic, Heather is not in cahoots with me and am only drumming up donations and offering some motivation as a private entity. This message is not endorsed by the people who will benefit from your donations, mkay? If tacky title leads to page views leads to donations, I’m personally all for it, but recognize others might not like it. Also, if you are someone who assumes the porn in my site is all politically-correct and emotionally safe just because I’m pro-choice and identify as a feminist, I want to warn you that you might find some of my porn disturbing and/or offensive, particularly if you do not “consume” a lot of porn already.

A little something I just posted on the “Fertile” Trixie blog:

Debating when to take a pregnancy test and whether or not to videotape it

Wondering how my appointment went at the fertility clinic? HERE’S WHAT HAPPENED.

I have another dentist appointment soon so not a lot of time to blog, but I’m happy that I finished another step in my site redesign process. HERE’S MY NEW PROMOTIONAL “TOUR”. There’s a new sample video, which is funny and hot (I think), but my favorite parts are my BookWormHole fantasy, my answer to the question of why I don’t offer cheap trial memberships to my site, and some more commentary on how I feel about porn bargains.

Next on my redesign agenda is the REAL free area and this blog; I’m really disturbed by how much stuff is outdated, missing and/or broken on the free side of my site and how I’ve let it go this long. I’m also overwhelmed and really just tired of working on web design projects at this point. I feel really URGENT about finishing, weary about how long it takes me, and excited about the possibilities (yet depressed by my lack of skill and time in executing them). I feel like I can’t do anything else until I am done with our overdue overhauls; I’m kind of going crazy.

I also just ordered some new video editing software; Delia used to edit our videos using premiere but the version we have is really old and I really didn’t like using it myself so we switched to using good old, free, windows moviemaker. It’s not great, but it’s been efficient. Unfortunately it just doesn’t do the trick for more ambitious projects, like my dollface video which we shot with two different cameras; just trying to insert an extra minute from another tape is pretty much impossible, requiring TEDIOUS amounts of cutting and pasting and trying to sync-up audio. It’s a fucking nightmare. We’re also way overdue on offering dvd’s and videos formatted for ipods and the like. I ordered Pinnacle based on a rec from Torn who said it does everything well without being overwhelming to learn. I can’t afford the price or the learning curve of Vegas, etc.

Okay, I’m late now on getting ready for the dentist. I need to shower and eat now before my mouth is rendered completely useless for hours.

Delia and I head to Portland tomorrow (Monday) and won’t be back home until Thursday. We picked a hotel with cute rooms to do some shooting and her doctor appointment to get hormones is on Wednesday down there. She has been waiting a long time for this and probably will still be sitting on the prescription for awhile until we find out if there’s a reason for me not being pregnant yet after six months of trying. We know her sperm is fine so next week I have a doctor appointment that will probably include (or lead up to) an ultrasound and an xray with dye shot up into my tubes to see if there are any blockages. Depending on what the diagnosis is with me, she’ll decide how much more sperm she wants to bank and how much longer we’ll keep trying the natural way if that isn’t ruled completely futile.

It’s about a four hour trip each way for us, so I’ll try to make a phone post or two while we’re on the road. I’m not sure if our laptop will cooperate with us once we’re down there, so we might not have any spycams up while we’re gone (edited to add: and I WILL NOT BE CHECKING OR RESPONDING TO EMAIL).

How am I doing on my resolutions to look cuter on our spycams and to watch less television?

Not too great, but I have good excuses: I still have a cold and yesterday had to get cavities filled; it sucks to have to keep your mouth open while you’re congested and someone fills your mouth with sharp metal implements, cotton, juices, and powdered teeth. None of these things can be bonafide as horrible, but they’re just bad enough that I feel pathetic and in need of comfort from warm, sloppy attire and TV. Since it’s also *possible* (but unconfirmable at this point) that I’m pregnant, I don’t want to take more than some Tylenol and plain one-ingredient Robitussin.

Anyway, we HAD to watch the tube last night to enjoy coverage of the Iowa caucuses. We both cried watching and listening to Obama. I hope (nay, I PRAY) he’ll win. At the very least he’d be a President we can see and hear without mass quantities of people wanting to rip their ears off and gouge out their eyes just to stop THE PAIN from entering their brains.

I know my simplistic perspective on this will sicken some of my readers, but I seriously believe what matters most is that our next president is someone who leads our spirits and inspires us. I’m tired of being depressed. We need someone to restore our faith on a whole bunch of levels and he totally does it for me.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yqoFwZUp5vc&rel=1]

Barack is THE ONE. I look forward to him winning more than I ever looked forward to losing my virginity.

In addition to the resolution I posted here, there are a couple of other things I plan to focus on in 2008 that members might enjoy:

*REVIVE PODCAST & DO MORE VIDEO BLOGGING
One of many reasons (all rooted in bizarre insecurities) I dropped off the podcast map before I really got started (but AFTER I’d been happily making informal phone posts since before podcasting became popular) was sorta because vlogging picked up at the same time and suddenly there seemed to be so many different tools and ways of doing what I’d BEEN doing (informally) over the phone without much thought. I started getting performance anxiety about it and feel overwhelmed by the need to research all of the different tools and techniques and platforms and places to syndicate and worrying that everyone would lose interest in audio without video. At the same time the service I’d been using to make phoneposts died and the service I switched to (hipcast) requires me to remember a lot more numbers and codes to make a post.

Whatever. I got a new microphone and am going to let go of my worries and just ramble the way I used to (okay, with maybe a little more focus) and start posting more video, too.

*WATCH LESS TELEVISION
I’ve gained a lot of weight and we have a lot less sex since we got Directv. I don’t want to give up television altogether (even though I was perfectly happy without it for years) and I don’t feel a morsel of regret or shame over watching every episode of “Flavor of Love”, so it’s not really that I want to watch less tv (in fact, I fully intend to catch up on “A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila” which looks to be GROUNDBREAKING), it’s that I want to do more of the other things I love (dancing, listening to music, fucking, reading, etc.). I think voyeurs will appreciate seeing us paying more attention to each other than the small screen.

In order to motivate myself to watch less television I’ve decided that before each time we turn it on, I’ll figure out something I really want to do that’s enjoyable (dance around the living room listening to Traveling Wilburys Vol. 3, for example, or exchanging foot baths with Delia), and keep that in mind, promising myself to do it after the show we’re watching is over. A lot of times I’ll lie in bed watching SITCOM after SITCOM, groaning to myself that I need to get up, I have so much WORK to do, and I realize that vague whipsnaps of gigantic piles of WORK are not enough to get me enthusiastic about getting up out of bed. If I’m going to make myself stop watching tv to do work, then I need to promise myself to do something very specific that I’ve been looking forward to (a blog entry on a specific subject, for example – something manageable that I enjoy doing yet is more productive than rotting my brain).

Speaking of resolutions, Seska was(is?) looking for sexual resolutions. I guess the less tv is indirectly a resolution to have more sex, but I don’t know think it SOUNDS sexy. And I don’t want to (nor have I ever, as far as I can recall) make any New Year’s sexual resolutions; I’d love to resolve to get pregnant, but that’s clearly not how it works, at least not for me.

People are asking whether or not we’re pregnant yet, and we still don’t know. Here’s the latest news regarding our fertility.

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?

*****

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.