Update

I apologize for the delay in getting back here and writing, I do miss it, but I've been so busy! I don't remember the last time that taking a deep breath felt so good. 

So, I've had a few things happening. I'm moving into a new house. I'm very excited about that. It's stressful, but once I'm in I'll be deliriously happy, I'm sure. 

My dog, Gatsby, was diagnosed with a brain inflammation. It requires extensive chemo and medical appointments. He's very sick, but hopefully with the treatment he'll feel good and he'll be my little partner for a very long time. It's distressing to talk about, so we'll leave it at that.

I've traveled to DC, which was amazingly fun! I love, love, love the men of that city, they make every trip there so enjoyable. I wish I could spend more of my life there, it makes me that happy to be there. 

I'm headed to NYC May 6-12. It will be very exciting to be there, the weather should be perfect! I'll be going with Farrah again, we always have such a good time! I'm staying in Midtown, as usual, so I hope to see all of my good friends while I'm there. I look forward to making new friends, too!

So, I'm packing and cleaning and stressing out. I'll write more later! I've really missed this blog! 

Animals

All of my life my family and I have had animals. From my sweet cocker, Candy and her baby girl, Sheena, to my beloved and missed cocker, Scuba. 

I have loved and adored animals my whole life. I have always been around them and feel a deep compassion and love for all of them. If I find out someone abuses animals that person ceases to exist to me. They may as well be dead. 

I now have two dogs: Lexi Lulu (a yorkie) and Gatsby (a morkie - maltese/yorkie). They bring me so much joy. I know that if I didn't have them my life would be darker and with a lot less laughter. With them I feel this unconditional love and devotion that people are never capable of, including myself. 

Tonight I was on the internet reading from one of my favorite news sites when I came across a story of an abused and abandoned dog. Unfortunately that isn't uncommon (and may whoever hurt this animal - and any animal - burn in hell with the hottest of fire), I see it far more than you would think is possible. The difference here was that this dog was saved by the love and compassion of two people who run a website called Hope for Paws. I read some of their stories, watched some heartwrenching videos and then I donated to their amazing cause.

I don't normally do this on my blog, that isn't what I started it for, but this time I'll make an exception. If you would please donate to this organization (www.hopeforpaws.org) I would be eternally grateful to you. I will also give you $25 off a visit with me (and most likely more for your generosity) and I will thank you in untold ways.

I think that innocent, harmless, defenseless animals deserve our love and attention and our care and support. They can't help themselves so I try to do as much as I possibly can.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart, you are fabulous.

Time

I think we can all safely agree here that time is valuable. It's a precious commodity that you will never, ever have enough of. It's not bottomless, it's not overflowing, it ebbs slowly and silently until it's all gone.

We all know what time means to each of us; I'm pretty sure we all value our own time.

What I think we don't do is value other people's time. And what I especially think I understand, is that people who see women like me fail to understand the value of my time.

While it's a decadent fantasy to believe that I sit around all day in my lingerie and expensive perfume drinking fine wine in a candlelit atmosphere, I'm afraid that it just isn't true.

I have a life; family, friends, hobbies and serious pursuits that take up a vast majority of my time. If I see you it is because I have taken a very important amount of time and set it aside for you. I didn't do it frivolously, I didn't spin around blindfolded and point to a time. I didn't agree to a time because my day is so wide open that anytime with you would work. I made a conscious decision based on the very important things going on in my life to make room for you.

So, when you write to me, you send me references that I diligently check, we correspond (sometimes at length - which I don't mind) and I then clear the time that YOU asked for, making it so no one else anywhere near that time can see me. Because I don't watch the clock this is very necessary. All of that takes time. Precious, valuable time that I have spent, and thus wasted if you don't show up, if you cancel or if you decide you've found someone better.

I would never, as the consummate professional that I am, ever do this to you. I would never take your time and then write you cancelling because I got a better offer or I decided that I'd rather go shopping or spend time doing something else.

I'm not saying everyone does this, but it is turning out to be a bigger problem here in Vegas than I've encountered in other cities.

Please understand that, while I love doing this, meeting you, sharing my very valuable time with you, that it affects me in many ways if you make an appointment and then don't show up.

I'm asking for courtesy, that's all. Be courteous of my very valuable, precious time. Thanks.

Quotes

Here is a compilation of some of my very favorite quotes:

'Her kisses left something to be desired...the rest of her.' -Unknown

'Blake said that the body was the soul's prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the 'windows of the soul.' When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experience.' - Jim Morrison (I love Blake!)

'The big difference between sex for money and sex for free is that sex for money usually costs a lot less.' - Brenda Behan

'Sex ran in him like the sea.' - John Masefield

'I thank God I was raised Catholic, so sex will always be dirty.' - John Waters

'It is not sex that gives the pleasure, but the lover.' - Marge Piercy

'I'd like to meet the man who invented sex and see what's he's working on now.' - Unknown

'I think I could fall madly in bed with you.' - Unknown

'I think the quality of sexiness comes from within. It is something that is in you or it isn't and it really doesn't have much to do with breasts or thighs or the pout of your lips.' - Sophia Loren

Which one is your favorite?

Experience

You walk in and I immediately come to you and wrap my arms around you, I press my body to yours and I breathe in your scent deeply. I tilt my head up and look into your eyes in a slow, deliberate motion that tells you I need your lips on mine.

You acquiesce and we are bound together for seconds that turn into minutes that seem to turn into hours. Your hands slide up and down my body, slowly feeling the curves and the softness of my exposed skin. I hear your moan and pull my mouth from yours, searching for the next moment in our evening in your eyes.

I see that you crave me and I place my hands on your face and bring your mouth back to mine. Kissing you deeply, I slide my hand down your chest and bring it to rest on the zipper of your tailored pants. It doesn't surprise me that your pants have now expanded to hold your throbbing cock.

I reach back up with both hands and start to untie your beautiful tie, unbutton the shirt that covers the body I will soon worship for hours and hungrily try to shred your clothes without a tear.

You soon stand naked in front of me, my hands slowly making their way over every inch of you. Circling you, whispering in your ear how I can't wait to have you inside of me, touching every part of you. My breasts slide across your back and it is all you can do to not twist me to the front of you and throw me on the bed, sliding into me and fucking me without mercy. But you wait, there will be time for that...

To be continued...

10,000

That's how many hits I've gotten to my blog since the end of September last year when I posted my first entry.

I want to apologize to those who came expecting smut, that's coming. I also want to apologize for my mediocre writing, that isn't changing. For those wanting more photos, I'm working on it. I love this thing, I'm glad you do, too.

Thank you for reading, I promise to keep talking into the wind and hoping that you keep wanting to hear what it is that I have to say.

Also, the comments have been beyond appreciated. Thank you to all who gave their input. I may not have responded, but, outside of the psycho who keeps writing 'YOUR AN IDIOT,' yes, with bad punctuation and terrible spelling, they have all been heartwarming and kind. YOU'RE awesome.

Lover

Oh, New York City, you've once again swept me up in your welcoming embrace and held me warmly with the amazing men your city teems with. It was so good to see you again, too.

I don't know where else I can feel this passionate, this wild, but with you. You open up and you implore me to give everything I have to you, and you return that to me over and over.

You bring to me the most sensual of men. Where did you find them at? I need to clone them and take them back to the tame West with me. We would light the night sky on fire.

I am rapturous, drunk on the ecstasy that I've experienced. Spent, but renewed by the headiness of my experience with the city and its incredible inhabitants. You have all reminded me of why I will forever have this place embedded in my soul.

I have experienced lovers to surpass all lovers, laughed and reacquainted myself with old friends and made new ones. Orgasmic doesn't touch the feeling that I leave here with.

Thank you, you bright, beautiful city and all of you that helped to create this euphoria in me and have me dreaming of my timely return. Until then.

Apologizing

Isn't it such an agonizing thing to do? To say you made a mistake, you were wrong, you did it? Yes. Terribly so.

I used to have a difficult time apologizing. It was as though my insides were in a compactor being crushed to particles. I lost my breath, I literally would have to keep my face from contorting in pain from my nerves being twisted in a bunch. It was an ordeal, to say the least.

Now, I see that apologizing is a part of growing up, being an adult. I easily admit when I'm wrong, absolutely see where I made the mistake and I can look someone in the eye and, with all of the compassion I can muster, say 'I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.' Or, whatever. 'I'm sorry I was such a...yeah, you didn't deserve that.' I can say 'I was wrong' and believe it when I say it. 


Having learned how to do that helps me to live a more complete life. It's as though I went through the School of Life and passed another course. I'm slowly inching toward graduating to a more whole me. I can't wait to get that diploma (just kidding, I know I'll never graduate, I'll never be perfect, dammit).