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So no new HNT this week, instead we’re supposed to pick our favorite one from the year. Luckily for me I’ve only been doing this half the year because I have issues with decision-making and choices sometimes, lol.

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But first, my year. Wow, what a year. My first full year living “on my own”…..not with parents/mother, not in college. Living with my partner has been great and SO much less stressful! This year I decided to let my inner slut out to truly play, even before the blog. Not every encounter ended well. Ce la’ vie.

The biggest thing for the year is the blog. And in turn, the friendships I’ve made that never would have happened without the blog. I consider myself so lucky in the vast amount of wonderful people I’ve encountered, the large circle of new friends, and the healthy handful of new close friends. There are a few certain people that I speak to just about daily who mean the world to me and I cannot imagine life without them. I truly can’t…..take away just one from me and I would be heartbroken. Perish the thought, should I lose either of the few I’m closest to, I would be a mindless wandering lost soul.

I’ve never been a “social butterfly”. I’ve been the type to have a few close friends, an occasional friend or two and that would be it. On Twitter I have countless friends that I talk to daily/weekly on there. We all look for each other every day on there, chat within our shared circle of other users, and can count on support, hugs, help, laughter, and a break in the monotony if you need it. I have a dozen people that I will most likely talk to in email or IM daily or every other day. This is all really a serious “WTF” if you knew me a year ago. It’s hard to have friends when you consider yourself so very different from them…..when you find yourself censoring your conversations. Having something fun/cool/sexy happen but you can’t share it because they’re so……clozsed-minded, I guess. Perhaps it is an affliction of this state, this geographic area. Who knows.

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Onto what half of you are truly here for ;)

Look, I’m not a “favorites” type of person. Favorite color? I have a few. It depends on the use of the color. Clothing, decoration, jewelry stone….Different! Favorite food? Just one? I’m sorry the best I could do is pick a favorite cuisine/region, and that would be Italian. Book, movie, tv show, song/band/artist….I just can’t. It’s as simple as that. Choose or die? Well if they hook me up to a lie detector while I spoke my “choice”, I’d be a dead lady for sure.  So choose one, I’m told? *shakes head* yeahhhhh…..I can’t.

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This one covers the B&W portion of photos, as well as my back side ;) Original post is here

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This one was a spur-of-the-moment almost-accidental one. And definitely one of my faves. Original post is here

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When I originally posted this particular one, it was in B&W, but I have been using a portion of the color version for my commenting avatar as I’m sure you all recognize. Original post is here.

Technically this is my HNT, but there’s a theme and I’m not exactly following it so I’m not being official about it all. The theme was to give “Christmas wishes” to 3 HNT bloggers but…..I feel that it’s a game of cliques and circles, and some might feel left out. As it is, my presence in HNT is likely not appreciated by a few key “players”.

Just about everyone I know in blogland/twitter has one major emotional hurdle right now. Well, you could say, who doesn’t? Some of my wishes for my good friends, I shouldn’t speak outloud in “public”. I hope to find time today to personally email all that I care for and tell them privately my wish for them.

I’ll be heading for “home” this afternoon…..it’s weird to some that I call it home still, for I no longer live with my mom. But it’s where I grew up and spent my first 30 years for the most part. I remember that everytime we went to my grandparents, my mom would always say we were “going home”.  So on the road this afternoon, Christmas Eve with mom, gifting and installing her much hemmed-and-hawed-over new PC, Christmas Day dinner with my partner’s parents, and then heading back here that evening. Dinner and festivities with my cousins and their demonspawen, errrr I mean children, on Saturday.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

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What’s behind that tree from last week? hmmm, perhaps a half naked girl?

Why no, it’s a fully naked, fully naughty girl!

All tangled up in lights again. Pesky lights…

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When you live in a 1 bedroom apartment that is overfilled with enough stuff for a 3 bedroom (minus the beds), you don’t have room to spare for anything bigger than a tabletop tree.

I guess it didn’t matter that my big tub of ornaments is still in my mom’s attic, because they’re all meant for a bigger tree. Not this lil 2.5 job. It’s sad, I do so love my ornaments. I have a bunch of balls and shapes from my gram - Shiny Brites and other similar glass ones. And then I have a bunch of newer versions of that style. From Crate and Barrel, Pier 1, Target, etc. Elegant, shiny, sparkly, matte, glittery….I’m going away from the cutesy shit I grew up with. I got sick of it. I have kept some tasteful antique figurine type ornaments, but it’s most the glass. So this year is a deviation, indeed. A little basket job, with nothing but a garland of what I guess is meant to look like sugar-dusted…..plums? oversized cranberries? I dunno.

When I have a house, I have a few grand ideas about my Christmas trees. Some might never c0me true. Perhaps it is because I don’t have children, but I get all grinchy about decorating and undecorating the tree. My mom is a stickler for the little boxes they came in. Bleh. So I want a large closet….where I can just push the tree in to when Christmas is over. Decorated and all. :)

Another idea is that I want more than one tree. One for my antique glass ornaments….A classy fancy affair. And then another authentic old-world German tree (that is my heritage), complete with clip-on mini candles to light Christmas Eve, garlands of cranberries, gingerbread ornaments, etc. I remember being in awe of the around-the-world Christmas trees that Pitt would set up in the Cathedral of Learning every season, showcasing traditional decorations. (someone’s Flickr pics here)

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(wow that’s a sad-ass tree, lol)

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Whether it’s boys club night or all-out femme fatale, there’s still the underlying raw female sexual energy. And of course……the rack.

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I don’t think I can hide the rack ;)

My sex drive has been in ultra-high mode lately….and it’s all the fault of a certain dark-haired man. Well, mostly. Wound up tighter than a spring most of the time.

What does this mean for the blog? A lot more naughty and a little less nice….

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Last week I showed off my boyish side. Since I can’t have one without the other, here is a view of my femme side….

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Silky hair

Satin nightie

Black Lacy bra

Blush-Painted lips

Glass of strawberry-white wine

Oversized soft sweater to keep me warm until someone else helps out

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This side of me delights in the sensual. Being pampered. Or doing the pampering. Getting all domestic and cooking up a gourmet meal filled with foodgasms. This side of me wants the Fuck Me shoes. The ability and bank account to wear Agent Provocateur items. This is the side of me that you really have to watch out for….I’ve got feminine wiles and I know how to use them. But I must mention that although I may appear soft and pretty, I’m not to be treated like a little doll. It takes a lot to break me (take that any way you will…).

I’ll get called many things….

Siren

…………………..Temptress

………………………………………………Femme Fatale

Dare to find out if they’re true?

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I’m quite a contradiction, you know. While my appearance is all femme, I tend to prefer to hang with the boys for the most part. It’s somewhat rare to find a fellow femme who’s as geeky as me, but I am finding the female friends I secretly longed for in my fellow sexbloggers. If the NYC trip taught me anything it’s that I’ve really missed out in life not usually having the female camaraderie in the last decade.

Sometimes my attitudes towards sex are more “male”. I’m a computer geek (as we’ve covered). I like cars - fast ones, expensive ones, tuner ones. My mouth and thought trains don’t fit in with the “average female” I encounter in my real life. I have geekgasms over electronic toys and gadgets.

So this new series is going to show you both of my sides. This week: Boys Club, femmed up a bit, because really now - I’m no tomboy. Naked save for the borrowed dress shirt, a stiff drink on the rocks, and a lil bit of attitude.

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I’m off to bed, sexy people. Long long long day tomorrow, but I will visit you all and show some love Thursday evening.

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But it was on a Friday…does it still count??

As I mentioned earlier, the room we shared was…..small. NYC was unseasonably warm last Friday and Saturday, and the room was without A/C. Gah! For some reason the window had no screen, so seeing into the room was quite easy from the street or sidewalk. It was a given when we were preparing for the party, dusk time. As BBG was taking these photos, there were people passing by on the sidewalk right under the window. One set of guys looked up at me. I just smiled :)

I was quite free with being half nekkid in that room. Didn’t quite care who was looking in. In fact, I find myself wishing they could have witnessed more. Ah well. In the future I will get more of my “exhibitionist in the city” wish.

So thank you, 14th Street, Lower East Side. Hope you enjoyed the show.

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Oh yeah….click for some color…

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These are the last of the tired and overused Halloween photos. Compared to all the others, these reveal the least naughty bits but I really like this B&W one, as I puttered around in Photoshop with the ribbons and I like when I create shit like this.

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In case you missed it, you really should hear about how I spent my day off yesterday. He is a lot of fun to play with. Oh, and so are my toys. I may not get around to all my usual HNT haunts today - I have Friday off so Thursday will be quite busy for me at work, and then Thursday evening is spent packing! Goin to New York Friday! I think this will prove to be a very fun and interesting 24 hours in that wonderful city. My roomate for the night is BadBadGirl, come on, you know we’ll get into trouble!!

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I’ll put up the HNT photos first…I know that many of the HNT visitors don’t like reading my random crap and babble.

Let me know if you get sick of the Halloween mask….

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Hey, there’s a click-thru this week! Add a lil color…

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Site/blog trackers. We bloggers are generally a curious bunch. Perhaps the “sex” bloggers moreso than others? I’m a curious person. I like knowing where people are coming from; I’ll find sometimes that I’m blogrolled on someone’s blog whom I didn’t even know existed since they’ve never commented. I’ll see all sorts of cool info.

My general monthly numbers have been in a range of the 7000’s for visits and 1600’s for page views. My daily numbers are in the 200-300 range for visits and 500-700 range for page views. So imagine my shock when I glance at my site tracker this morning to find that my numbers have freakin exploded. (that’s the latest view of the tracker)

Back when I used to get the occasional Fleshbot mention, my numbers would generally double for a few days. My highest was actually the more recent Sugasm Top Three. In -one hour- today I exceeded my previous daily highs. How? My site was listed on indienudes.com. Not a picture, not a post, just a link right up at the top of the page. At first I giggled and thought it funny….thought it would die down…it didn’t. It kept on rolling with those high numbers. Then it hit me….oh hell, my bandwidth (which ended up being more ok than I thought) and then oh hell, my site tracker. See, I pay a very small monthly cost for the pro version of the site tracker. It gives me more detailed information, which I find fun. But that small monthly cost is based on page views….go above 25,000 and you’ll pay more. Go above 50,000 and I’ll pay significantly more. As I watched this happen, I realized that I had to email the site admin and ask for it to be removed. It was a fun ride. As I write this, I’m still getting referral hits but it dropped -seriously- because they did move my link from the front-and-center to a different category farther down, requires more scrolling than most horny people care to do I guess, lol. What’s funny? As I write this there have been 3600+ referrals from indienudes.com. Only one person from that swarm commented, and I may never hear from him again. But thanks, guy from the Netherlands!!

Speaking of countries…I scrolled through about 2000 visits of those 3600 - then I lost interest. Something like 50 different countries, with a few notable exceptions. China, for one. I’ve had visitors from China….somehow they can view Fleshbot but not indienudes. Croatia/Bosnia/Serbia are also missing, I noticed it because they’re about the only other countries in that continent that aren’t on the list. Due to the old Fleshbot nods and the Sugasm traffic, I do get international visitors…just not on this level.

Talk about site traffic on crack, geezus. Thankfully now it’s down to normal again.

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There’s a few sets from this series, but for this week I’ll post the ones showing most of my “costume”. I had in my head the idea of a jeweled and feathered Masquerade mask, not sure I did a great job though. I wanted something to cover enough of my face so that I could show my horns. They’re there all the time, but not always visible. This time of year though I can feel free to let them out.

There was one more very nice one, not at all evil, but as it makes me a bit more recognizable to those who may know me in real life….I cannot post it. Pity.

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I am a seductress, and I can be so evil about it. When I find your sexual Achilles heel, I’ll use it. I don’t play fair. I like the chase and I love winning. I like when you finally let your guard down, let me in, let me consume you. I will tease and taunt you when I know you have to hide it, when others are around. I will make you breathless from arousal that is so high but you cannot do a thing about it.

I will tell you all sorts of things that perhaps you didn’t need to know. Like how I’m eating a grapefruit with my fingers, all juicy and sticky and….. (more on this in another post). Or how wet that post of yours made me. And exactly -how- wet. To know that you’re sitting there in aching agony, precum dripping down your leg….well, that only spurs me on more. Rest assured I am likely equally in agony. Cheeks and chest flushed maybe. Soaked panties. But I’ll tell you all of that. And how when I’m really really aroused my jaw drops down a bit, my lips parted finger-width open and my fingers trace my lips over and over…brushing against, back and forth, sometimes a tip of a finger will slip into my mouth and my tongue finds it…the tip of my tongue lightly running over my finger. I am sensual, I am all about how things feel (in good and bad ways). For example, when I unwrapped my latest toy from Babeland last night, the gorgeous Njoy Pure Wand, I fondled it for awhile. Ran my hands over the smooth, cold, shiny surface. Felt the heft of it.  It is also evident in the foods I enjoy, the way I eat certain things and my oral fixation. When I am aroused and aching for someone, it is their kiss that I truly crave the most.

But, I digress.

Careful there….you might get caught in my web.