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I don’t know how my fingernails got this long (they’ve always grown really really fast), but I need to cut them. Seems like a waste not to get at least ONE pretty picture with them, though, so here it is:

Long Fingernails, Shiny Pink Pussy

It looks pretty, but also illustrates the fingernails’ lack of function when it really counts; what can I really DO to my pussy while I’m sporting those nails . . . besides injure it? So yeah . . . it’s just for show. If only I had a bunch of penis-people to give fancy-nail hand-jobs to on video . . .

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I love the moon and stars. As the days get longer again it makes all the shiny sparkly things at night look even more enchanting.

Moon tonight, behind house, through trees

Tonight Delia made an awesome salad for us. Perfect bite-size greens, thin slices of red bell pepper, avocados, LOTS of walnuts, still-warm bacon, tomato . . . maybe some other stuff I’m forgetting?

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Some of my productive working hours today were consumed by . . . stuff . . . and trying to find a lightweight chat client Delia and I can use just to talk to each other with a minimal amount of intrusion and strain on our machines and fewer interruptions to each other when we’re working solo (like when she’s camming and/or I’m webmastering or hatching evil schemes). The intercom and texting and email aren’t working since it takes too long to text, we don’t always have our phones with us, I always have my phone on silent (plus it takes too long to text), I keep email closed / only check it once or a few times a day, etc.

I just want to be able to work for hours at a stretch with no human interaction. It’s best for everybody sometimes and a lot more efficient for me. I also want to avoid being an asshole to live with, and I think the chat thing will help when I’m in a leave-me-alone-I’m-CONCENTRATING mood. Because I always feel shitty when I have to say that out loud, partly because its soooooooooooo hard for me to say it in a nice way. When I’m concentrating I don’t want to make words with my mouth. It, like, HURTS.

Chat is a good way for me to interact because I can use emoticons instead of expressing things with my face or using my voice. So we’re trying out Miranda and made new id’s on a social network that only the two of us know about. I cannot sign in on most places without being inundated with bullshit and SOUNDS and I just really want to not have my chat program crashing all of the time or just being a resource hog in general. Unfortunately it took some time just to customize simple things (sounds! there were none!) with Miranda. We just want it for communicating with each other, I do not want to be pestered to chat with anyone except Delia when I’m trying to work.

The way I see it, phones and instant messengers are tools people use to SET OFF ALARMS in other people’s homes and lives. I do not like it when people set off alarms in WebWhore Headquarters — I do not like it when alarms ring when I’m working or wiping my ass or masturbating or eating or listening to birds or trying to learn new things or remember old things I’ve forgotten — so I want to be able to turn off all of the alarms and have just one that only Delia can ring.

And that I can use to ring her. AGAINANDAGAINANDAGAIN!! I am very glad that she doesn’t have the same sensitivity to interruptions that I do. Still, I know she doesn’t always welcome me stomping up the stairs into HER office space or calling her when she’s trying to flirt with her cam customers.

We got quite the snow this morning! That’s awesome news for us because it’s free photo shoot heaven. So far today I’ve shot three picture sets of Delia looking adorably sexy, and she’s shot one of me. Yes, it’s cold, but the light was perfect earlier with a haze overhead and the light bouncing up off of the snow to fill in shadows from below. Delia looked positively angelic in a bunch of her pictures.

Quick nudie pic Delia took with my phone AFTER real shoot.

The forecast is for more snow tomorrow and even Thursday so we’re putting a lot of other work on the backburner to take advantage of the snowy scenes outside (plus our plans with other people for tomorrow and Thursday are being scratched because the roads might not be safe). Delia and I are wishing we could afford lighting equipment that would do some of the job snow is doing for us today.

Delia is catching the nudie pic bug on her blog, so check that out. And I love finding out what people think about music stuff . . . like whether Panama or Rio is a better song. So I hope you weigh in on that discussion!

Rugaru sent me some cock & cum shot pics I haven’t even gotten to enjoy yet. For now I really need to eat so I’ll save them for later . . .

In the cabin loft where we now have a webcam thanks to H. Rugaru (formerly known as “The Hunter”) who also shot this pic right before we fucked:

Rear view of me naked except for panties down around my legs.

He wants me to keep the creampie pics from this sex session private. For today, at least.

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Starting today, the first Monday of 2012, I’m trying again to diligently log the number of hours I work along with formulating very specific all-day schedules and to-do lists. With three of us living and working together I need to have very good plans so that I know what I’m doing . . . and can communicate that to Delia and Hunter. I want to be doing my best every day to contribute and be healthy.

In case you’re wondering, fucking was NOT on my schedule for today (he was originally just up there to take pics of me naked!), but I still counted it as work because you could have been watching it on our spycams. It’s not a performance, but it is live content for our members. Note: I wouldn’t have counted staying in bed all day and lazily off-and-on-fucking, though, as hours worked.

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Delia’s boyfriend is spending the night again, so I volunteered to sleep in the cabin / my loft. Because it’s awesome, because I love sleeping alone, because I want to, because before The Hunter I only spent one or two nights up there, and that was before we even moved into The “Big” House and when Delia was gone on trips.

Part of me enjoys acting put-out and bothered by having my routine upset and not having Delia to myself all night long. Another part of me longs for this restorative solitude and to be able to get it without leaving Delia alone or feeling guilty about wanting to be in my own bed doing everything MY way, without disrupting anybody or being disrupted by them.

I have my Kindle that Delia bought me, I have my pills and other sleepy-time supplements, I have Hearts of Space, I have my amazing comforter that for some reason only feels awesome when I’m the only person underneath it. I have my notebooks and fountain pen and plenty of pillows. It’s a small triangular-envelope I fit into that’s just right for leaving me room around the edges.

The only bad thing is if I have to pee in the night, I have to climb down and back up the ladder.

We are really lucky to have a set-up that allows for this kind of flexibility and time-to-ourselves. It’s easy to forget how awesome it is by noticing the parts that aren’t 100% perfect, so I’m working on wallowing in being grateful and celebrating how we have it pretty fucking good.

Restraining myself from spying on them.

Yeah. Round-the-clock voyeur cams on our sites/in our home does add another unusual/challenging/interesting element to these overlapping relationships.

It was really nice of Delia and The Hunter to let me interrupt them to have her come and take this picture of me.

I had some intense shows on cam with my big new dildo tonight including a taboo role play that produced this:

My squirt puddle on the floor next to big dildo

I know I’m cheating with the “nudie” part, but it’s pretty rare that I squirt so I want to show it off (not because I’m trying to advertise it for webcam shows since I’m not sure if it was even visible to the viewer on cam — I don’t have a lot of volume or . . . distance — but because it’s interesting). I didn’t have an orgasm (the show wasn’t conducive to putting a vibe on my clit), but it felt really really good, the buildup and gushing over and over.

Bizarrely enough there were a few moments where I thought I might have an actual orgasm too, which has never ever happened just from dildo fucking.

I think sometimes when a customer is in a show for a long time and wants a lot of fucking, I’m not trying to force an orgasm out of myself and can experience different sensations that I wouldn’t ever waste time on or be excited about while masturbating by myself, for myself. It’s pretty cool!

Note: in case it wasn’t clear or if some people don’t know, female ejaculation is not the same as orgasm. You can ejaculate without having an orgasm and vice versa.

PS – My favorite part about the above picture is how the dong is so much bigger than my feet.

FYI: I was fully nude when I snagged the picture.

It is so warm and bright blue sky-ed, I can’t believe it’s supposed to snow tomorrow! The sun is blindingly bright:

I could have stood naked in the sun for hours even though it just hailed half an hour ago:

A little bonus with my heavy hangers:

Even if it does snow tomorrow, it’s only going to be cute for a few minutes before it melts, making our trip to Seattle to spend the evening with my mom PERFECTLY SAFE and stressless. Right? RIGHT!

Thanks to my love, Delia, for continuing to drop what she’s doing to snap these naked pics of me. We got into a spat last night because of how I micromanage everything and am really hypercritical (last night it was about careful placement and handling of the spycams), so it’s not really a simple walk in the park to shoot these when “I’m like NO NO NO I want it THIS way!!” Or “THAT way!!” Somehow we still manage to have fun doing them, though.

Here’s a webcam snap of me at work at my desk in WebWhore Headquarters in front of my computer(s) from this morning, afternoon and evening:

Me at work at my desk / computer: morning, noon and night.

Kind of a good illustration supporting why, after having desk jobs almost constantly since I was sixteen years old, I’ve finally accepted that getting an hour of massage every week is not a luxury, it’s a health necessity. And even then I don’t think sitting like this for 8-12 hours a day is a recipe for good health.

Exercise. Massage. Fewer computer hours. Stretch. Must have. Think about it. Also if you travel in a seated position a lot for work. Especially behind the wheel.

Trixie’s Kindle. Trixie’s Smartphone. Trixie the robot, the snowflake, the shiny icon on all my computers.

Until our new computer man wiped one out and made it the snowflake named _____. So confusing . . . and if I get another horrible virus it will be _____ who’s infected and needs to have everything erased.

Who do I think I am, if all the living plastic is owned by Trixie? _____ doesn’t even have her own profile on GoodReads.

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Everybody who gets onto my to-fuck list does so by virtue of being exploitable by Trixie. _____ has to want to, too but I’m not sure how much.

It’s a new thing for me to even try to distinguish between mes.

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Just trying to raise awareness (of myself), not judging it.

I’ve got some awesomely cute pictures to post for members if/as soon as my main machine can be salvaged.

Last week my google search got all hijacked by adware that was SO SMART it disabled two anti-virus programs I used. I thought I had it all cleaned up with combofix but then I visited the same site where I think I got the first dose and it messed my machine up BUT GOOD. To the point where I asked the only person in town who I know for sure knows about our sites if she knew a good IT-type person we could trust to help us out at our house with our porn-laden computers.

SHE TOTALLY RECOMMENDED THE PERFECT PERSON!! In about two seconds flat after messaging her!! You could even have seen him on our lifecams if you’re a member and were watching.

He is trying to fix it the slow way (by backing everything up, getting rid of the crazy malware and updating all of my shit rather than wiping everything out and starting over, which would make more sense but I balked because I don’t want to have to reinstall all of the millions of pieces of software I use to be a webwhore: photo-editing, video-editing, content-processing & creation things, multiple hunks of cam software, project management & to-do software and like dozens of other things).

Sometimes bad shit happens for good reasons – I’m really grateful that being recognized in town by this one person years ago has only resulted in awesomeness and sometimes I just want to hug her super tight for her discretion and helpfulness.

Of course, my productivity has been down along with my main machine. I did edit and post a pretty funny/potentially sexy video for members and I did write a blog entry that I did not post because the formatting got all messed up, but processing some of my other porno is having to wait while a billion scans and fixes take place on my super-stuffed hard drive.

I’m pretty excited about having someone local help us with tech stuff who we’re comfortable with and I can talk to about Star Trek. I think our secret porno lives are as safe as they can be with him so we’re going to put our entire array of machines at his mercy to maintain and improve our network and systems, etc.