Sunday, November 8, 2015
I love all of my NF friends. Everyone I meet is so different and so individual, but of course I have my "type" that I love. It shows in my list of friends that have been with me a while. Most of you get me. I don't do NF full-time and as a matter of fact, I'm only around when two of two things are evident: I have time on my hands to maintain my friendships and I'm feeling relaxed enough to enjoy being really naughty. No one wants to be with someone who's just going through the motions, right?
Truth is I'm in the mood more often then I'm here and that's because I don't really have a lot of free time. Honestly, I'd love to be here more often but I chose the single life and the responsibilities that go with it. And while being on NF will never make me rich, I do enjoy it - and I do enjoy being able to buy a pair of sexy boots or a skimpy dress once in a while. I like buying new toys too, although lately I've been breaking them before I really get attached to them. Well, breaking is a harsh word, maybe it's more that I wear them out.
So at least you know, if I've never told you before, that you'll only find me here when I'm in the mood - I've never faked an orgasm in my life, and I'm not about to start. Sure I think I could probably fake one good enough to get you where you'd like to be, but it's so much nicer when we can both get to that destination together.
So if you missed me yesterday and this morning (Sunday), it's quite probable that you'll find me here later tonight. At this point I don't know if I'll wind up home or out watching the game at someone's house or a sports bar - that's my spontaneous, single life. If you know me - you know this.
So, I hope I get to see you later ...
Saturday, October 3, 2015
We've had a drought all summer here in this little Carolina hamlet and the lake is almost bone dry. I've never seen anything like it. So Mother Nature decided to toss our otherwise hot and sunny weather for some cold, windy, super-rainy weather - without much of a warning. Of course it's October and everyone here is in this weird space of wearing flip flops by day and boots by night. All of this adds up to a quick chest cold that hit yours truly.
I've been fighting it for days and I think I beat it. Have I found a cure to the common cold? Maybe. How awesome would that be? I could change the PSO on my biz cards to read Pneumonia Specialist and Over-comer. LOL
Anyway it's the weekend and inside is the only place anyone around here wants to be. It's pouring and actually cold. We don't usually feel cold until after November and it's always bearable until about January/February. Still, I'm not complaining.
I'll be one of those staying in. And beside a call I have to take this afternoon and a couple of carved-out hours to get some personal stuff done, I should be around pretty much all weekend. If I'm not here - taking a break or 'cause it's slow - just email me and I'll check it periodically. I'll write you back so we can figure out a good time for us. Deal?
So back to life ... I had a second date with a guy last night. He's big, strong and from what I can tell so far - he's funny when he wants to be, but he's incredibly shy. Perhaps I intimidate him in some way. I'm not loud, I'm a good listener and I can pretty much strike up a conversation with anyone, but apparently he's divorced and his ex took him for such a rough ride that he's been "off the market" for a while. So, we haven't gotten anywhere near the "fun" stage of our friendship and don't know if we will. I kind of hope not, because I know myself well enough to know that it would make me disappear from NF again. I'm weird like that.
But at the least I have a new friend. Maybe if I tell him what I do, it'll keep us at the friend level and I can help him overcome his shyness at the same time. That would be nice for both of us. He's too young to give up on sex and dating - everyone is in my opinion LOL. I can imagine I'll probably be this old lady one day who is known for keeping libidos up all over the world. That would be pretty awesome, don't you think? People would be fit and healthy, not to mention happy. Yeah! I could be saving lives - expanding life expectancies even. Wow! This could be big! (You have just witnessed one of my goofy ADD-inspired epiphanies - some of which might really work!)
But getting back to the weather ... it's going to rain all weekend and when it's dark and cold and rainy, I always find it appropriate and necessary to stay in a dark room in bed, letting the cold excite my nips, while warming the rest of my body in various ways and of course and staying wet like the weather.
I can do all that alone, but I don't want to.
So if you're having the same type of day (or not) call me and we can exchange ... conversations about the various temperatures we can ignite. :)
Saturday, September 26, 2015
So while I give my body a good scrub and grab some grub, I hope you'll be looking for me. And I hope we'll be "connecting" later this afternoon. Send me an email on NF and tell me when you wanna play. None of my friends seem to be around today, so I'm free. Maybe they're doing what I'm doing (tee hee).
Friday, September 25, 2015
Normally I'm not the jealous type either in any way. Non-competitive, non-jealous. I'm a free spirit and I like to think of others that way - we're all unique, we all have a specialness about us.
But I guess we all have our moments. Like the big bullies in the school yard who find out one day that there's always going to be someone bigger and scarier than they are, even when they think it's impossible - that was sort of how I felt when I saw Jennifer.
Really - even her name was perfect. She was tall, like me. She was fit, like me. She even had the same brand of workout clothes on that I wear. She was blond - not like me.
I've always enjoyed being a brunette. I've even made my hair darker at times just for that deep, sultry, exotic look. I never wanted to be a blond. They're so common. But her long, straight ponytail seemed to be attracting attention. Maybe it was because she was flinging it around and people were afraid to get whipped with it. I was working out next to her at one point - a little weightlifting. A little competition, shall we say.
She was pulling more weight than me at one point and I just wasn't going to have it. Oh hell no. So, I went 5 lbs. above hers. I hurt myself. Thankfully not then and there. But by the time I drove home, my upper arm was already tightening. I pulled a tendon or something. By the time night time rolled around I couldn't even pick up a glass of water without feeling pain and there was a big knot just under my muscle.
After Jennifer finished pumping her man arms until everyone was looking at her, she put the last weight back in the holder and pulled out her ponytail, shaking her head like she was in some shampoo commercial. I must have "tsk"ed without knowing it, because my trainer friend, Kevin, said, "C'mon Ashley, pay attention." Feeling embarrassed now because he said that loud enough for all to hear, it only added to my fire. That's when I think I lost it and over-pumped my iron. I'm not sure if it was the bigger weight or the push afterwards, but either way, I screwed up. And I should have known better.
Well, after a night of aspirin, some cold and some heat and a day off from the gym, I'm feeling better. That's my stroking arm for goodness sake! My dominant arm that does just about everything for you and for me. I let my petty feelings f'up my livelihood and I got injured to boot. Screw that. This is not a good feeling for me. Now I'm just mad at myself.
I'm not sure why I shared this with you - maybe to show my more vulnerable side - I know I try to act all stoic and vulnerability is usually saved for the bedroom, but I guess we're all alike in one way - we're human.
Will I let that bleach blond B get the better of me next time? I highly doubt it. I can flip hair and turn heads like the rest of them. From now on, the only one who gets the better of me is you ... that's part of the fun, isn't it?
As for my muscle control - we all know that I have other, more intimate muscles that are quite remarkable. I love to brag that I can make you spill without having you move a muscle - it's those hidden ones you have to work on, and the payoff is usually quite substantial. :)
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Okay, so maybe Wednesday wasn't the best night for NF; it's kind of quiet tonight, and by the looks of other listings it's quiet all over the Flirtville. Is it another football night? When I moved to the south, I thought i got it down - Friday, high school ball; Saturday, college ball and Sunday, pro ball - and then of course Monday Night Football. Did I miss the news about Wednesday ball? Oh gosh this is so confusing.
I used to really love football, but then I grew up and got more interested in football players and ... well, I've forgotten everything I ever learned about the sport. But I never forgot one single linebacker, safety or full-back. Quarterbacks always get all the attention, but if my man if going to be a jock, then my choice would be a big, thick muscle head. But I'm kind of getting off-track here ...
I'll be around over the weekend, if not before. Of course if you want to suggest a time and place for a naughty romp, you can always email me on NF. 'Talk soon.