Crazy Weather - What Not to Wear

Hotties in Hoodies

So the weather here has been a little nuts.  Just yesterday it was 82 degrees or more and in the afternoon it got super humid.  We had about 7 seconds of rain and then it got cold.   Today, it's about 25 degrees cooler than the the high of yesterday, which I found out as soon as I opened my front door to go out.  My arms were actually cold; I was shocked.  I had to run back in and grab one of my hoodies and throw it over my tank top. 

Speaking of hoodies.  I was talking with not just one, but two people, in totally unrelated conversations and the subject of hoodies came up in passing.  Both were guys and both said, "I love girls in hoodies."  Really?

I didn't realize that hoodies were considered hot?  To me, it's what I throw on when I'm dressed down, feeling chilly but not chilly enough for a jacket, or to wear to the store or the beach.  Most girls do.  Most girls wear "hoodies" with the matching pants or they pair it with some yoga pants. 

There's another piece of clothing that has come up in conversation - and another piece that I'm told is "hot."  Yoga pants, huh.

Couture for Amor

Honestly, if I had ever been told the "hot workout gear" stories earlier, I might have saved a lot of money on outfits of the less-sporty type - not to mention the shoes; those five-inch heels are killer on a girls feet.  I usually refer to them as my "sitting shoes," 'cause that's about all they're good for.  Well that and they do look hot upside down in the air (tee hee).

Don't get me wrong, wearing sexy clothes makes you feel good inside and out, and wearing lingerie underneath is what I consider "hot," but honestly, it's not always that comfortable.  You guys haven't really got a clue when it comes to the pains us girls go through just to look good.

Truth be told, half the time us girls wear that stuff just so you'll rip it off! 

That is what I call a two-prong solution  1) the bone-lined corset gets tossed on the floor, and you can resume normal breathing, and 2) you both can get down to business and have some fun and maybe even orgasm your ass off. 

Everyone wins!

Happy Memorial Day

And the Unofficial First Day of Summer Begins

Memorial Day practically eclipses the Summer Solstice - I mean, once the pool is open, it's basically summer, right?

This is the one day this week that I'm actually going to an official Memorial Day Party and I'm excited.  Times have sure changed ... people used to go away on Memorial Day, but it seems that the streets here are as crowded as always.  I used to smell 24/7 barbeques outside on this weekend, but not this year.  I'm sure that half of my neighbors don't even know what this holiday is about. but c'mon, everyone loves barbeque, no?

What I do know that it usually means to most people is three days off from work.  There's a reason to celebrate on its own.  What it means to me is all the girls go shopping to catch all those big sales and they leave the men at home - free to mow the lawn, put their feet up on the patio furniture and of course, they're free to pick up the phone to call me for some hot, sneaky, taboo sex.

I love hot, sneaky and taboo ...

I've already visited my friend's pool; it was open last week.  It was the coolest thing that was made up more like a movie set pool than a typical swimming pool.  I find it incredible what creativity goes into the latest in background patterns and stones and all.  I wonder how many of you guys say, "I want to grow up and create marvelous places for chicks in bikinis to swim."  Haha ... Well I bet the guy who invented my friend's pool never thought, "I want to grow up and create unique pools where chicks will stretch out naked and let me take pics of them," but that's what happened at my friend's house.  He designed this pool and the least I could do was celebrate his creativity (and christen his pool). 

I swear I would be a mermaid if I had a choice - except ... I'd wouldn't have legs to spread - that would be a problem for me.

How could I resist this pool?  If someone came by daily to play with me and feed me, I'd probably live in here. 

I just plastered this page on my newly revamped listings (still a work in progress, but they have to be a working work in progress - so please be patient with me).  I got hot and horny just taking the pic - of course, what happened afterwards was fun too.  It's quite possible that I have a new MP3 coming to describe it (cliff hanger).

So before I get dressed for my party, and while the girl in your life is out with your credit card, take some time for yourself ... call me.  Let's play and celebrate the day in our own way. 

It'll be our little secret.  Ssshhhhhh.

Unofficial Start of Summer

I wrote this post last night - and poof the electricity went out.  Now imagine that reading the post - kinda scary.

Memorial Day - I can official wear white

 

 Happy Memorial Day Weekend Boys!

I'm sitting here in my nightie with the back sliding door wide open - the fresh, cool air feels refreshing.  It's warm enough to ditch the winter clothes and cool enough to just feel good.  Thank goodness there isn't too much traffic through my backyard - anyone walking by would certainly get an eyeful, but since my door is facing the woods I feel fairly ... well ... free to be me.

I'm certainly glad that the weekend is here (as I'm sure you are too). 

I took a break from my hectic schedule this week long enough to take advantage of the few hours of sunshine this week to get in the spring/summer mood. 

Yes, me, Ashley hauled her tight jeaned ass to the hardware store and picked up a big old bag of mulch, a big old bag of potting soil, a few pots and some flowers.

BTW - I'm happy to say that I've finally - once and for all - come to grips with the whole "annual and perennial" question that I tackle each year around this time.

It was hard to wrap my brain around how something called an "annual" wouldn't come back yearly.  I feel sorry for anyone learning English as a second language - it's enough to boggle an English-speaking brain sometimes. 

I'm really not the farming/landscaping kind of girl - I'm more of a beach/city kind of girl.  Unless it's a chance to get busy with a strapping farm hand, you probably won't find Ashley walking "amongst the rows."  I despise bugs and dirt just leaps onto my nice clothes - and yeah, no, that's not me. 

Still, barring the ability to call a landscaping company to come in and spruce up my sprawling property, I decided to dig in and make my view something I actually wanted to view.  My modest apartment patio is now something that actually makes me smile. 

I can't say that the whole annual/perennial thing was worth debating or figuring out - I'm hoping not to be here next year to see those annually-sprouting perennials, but it would be nice to leave my little mark on this portion of the world.  Maybe someone else will appreciate my effort ts down the road. 

But speaking of efforts (and leaving a mark or spot somewhere - like on the sheets) I'll be around for a bit just admiring the view and ... yep, here it comes again, listening to the rain, waiting for you to call. 

If we miss each other though, I hope you have a great (and fun) weekend.  And if someone gets you to celebrate the weekend by digging in the dirt and beautifying  your surroundings, just think about how much they'll appreciate it ... not just then, but every day they get to see their little section of Zen.  Make someone happy - they just may return the favor (over and over again).

xxo Ashley

Lights Out

While I was posting to this blog ... and explaining how peaceful it was to have the sliding glass door open listening to the night sounds, the rain and admiring my potting abilities (plants in a pot that is), the lights went out.

Gotta' tell ya' - it's a bit scary, and I don't scare easily.

I had to switch to the hotspot on my iPhone to get internet access - and I missed a call because my modem runs on electricity.  I'm telling you this is the kind of stuff that scary stories are made of. 

Luckily being a savvy girl - I have internet and phone as long as the batteries last.  But if I missed you tonight, be sure to call this weekend if you can get away from the fray.

Happy Memorial Day Weekend Boys.

xxo Ashley

Rainy Nights, a Little R&R (and more R)

Relaxation
I love rain and thunder and I love it especially when it comes at the end of a long week - it gives me an excuse to chill out and pretend the world has just stopped rotating on its axis for a while.

Retraction
Since I'm lounging about tonight, I figured why not spend some time on NF?  And speaking of spending time on NF, I have rethought my decision to not have a schedule.  So, I'm retracting my previous post about all the reasons why a schedule wouldn't work for me.  It seems that spontaneity has its pitfalls as well.

Roster
So, yes, I will post a schedule - I'll even send an email alert once it's posted so that you'll have it conveniently delivered to your email.  So be on the lookout for my upcoming schedule which I'll probably post on Sundays (still deciding on the day).  If you don't receive one, shoot me an email and I'll add you to my email list - if you're not on it already, don't taking it personally; it was probably just an oversight/clerical error (it's hard to find good help these days).

Having said that - you know that sometimes stuff comes up and life happens.  I won't go into the list of all the things that can interrupt life as we plan it - you know because I'm sure it's happened to you - stuff comes up.  So, as much as I'd like to and intend to stick to my schedule, there may be times when I won't follow it to the letter.  That could mean I'll be gone when I'm supposed to be on - and it could mean that I'll on when I thought I'd be gone.  I just felt like it was important to throw in that disclaimer - you know me, once a legal secretary, always a legal secretary.

Ready
Once I finish my "to-do list" for the day I'll be ready to sign on and I hope we'll be able to meet up/chat later. 

In the meantime, it's time to get back to the fun.  Since it's so hard to find good help these days, I'm forced to take on all those pesky little chores we all love so much (she said sarcastically).  I guess I'll be on about 8:30 PM tonight.  And I know I typically don't do Friday nights, so it wouldn't surprise me if I'm not on long since no one's expecting me to be on (hence the retraction - a schedule makes sense - for me and you).

Fixing Non-Existent Problems

My Personal Mr. Fix-it

Soon after I decided that I was going to renew my lease, I ran into a maintenance guy in my apartment complex that had flirted with me heavily when I first moved in last year.

I could tell he was interested in me even back then.  I kept running into him in the parking lot, at the mailbox, even at the local convenience store and soon he was knocking on my door asking me if I wanted to replace my dishwasher for a newer model.  He made it clear that he only had a limited number of new machines and they were only going to a select few. 

I took him up on his offer to switch out my dishwasher, and I was very glad that I did.

Over time I noticed that his flirting was amping-up.  The more I ignored his sexually-charged jokes, the more he came up with them.  I didn't want to encourage him, but I also didn't want to piss off the maintenance guy either.  Truthfully, I don't think my reaction either way, encouraging or discouraging, would have mattered.  He just kept coming around more and more.

Another thing I noticed was the ring on his finger.  He was clearly married; he just didn't seem to care.

My dilemma was that he was so freaking cute.  And as off-putting as I found his transparent sex jokes and his stalker-ish tendencies, something tingled inside of me every time he flirted with me.

All of the sudden he was gone.  I didn't see him for months and when I asked my neighbor if she'd seen him, she said, "No, not in a long time."

I assumed he got fired - probably for fucking one of the tenants - or maybe his wife made him quit his job and move to some remote cabin in Alaska where she could keep his libido under wraps.  Oh well. 

In the meantime when I needed maintenance assistance for anything I'd just call the office and they'd send someone over.  Although all of those guys here are flirts, I never really got the same vibe from the other guys - at least not as intense as the vibes from my Mr. Fix-it.  I'm sure that if I offered a return flirt or even a suggestion of one that I would have gotten an affirmative response from one of them, but I just wasn't that interested. 

One Year Later

I got a knock at my door the other day.  It was him.

"Wow, where have you been?  I thought you quit or something."

Turns out that he had injured himself on the job and he had been out of work for all those months. 

He sort of pushed his way in the door and said, "How's your washing machine?"  He walked to the back of my apartment.

"Fine," I said - "no problems here."

I was starting to feel his aggressiveness as something I should be wary of, but part of me was happy to see him.  He was, after all, extremely fit, extremely cute and not surprisingly, openly suggestive.  He told one of his sexually suggestive jokes and when I told him the punchline before he even had a chance to deliver it himself, he looked shocked, surprised - and aroused.

He moved closer - we were closer than two people who are just chatting would normally get.  I could feel that old familiar tingle.  I could smell the minty gum he was chewing.

I'm sure there was a glint in my eye when it happened, and that tingle was quickly becoming a throb.  I could feel my panties getting moist.  I was kind of miffed by my quick and sudden reaction to his closeness.  He moved in closer.  I couldn't help but look deep into his beautiful blue eyes. 

Then, I suddenly got a little nervous.  I wasn't sure I wanted to go there.  Fucking around with the maintenance guy could very well backfire on me in an emergency situation or if he suddenly got mad for whatever reason.  Every possible scenario was playing through my head at once.

I diverted my eyes and moved away.  I jumped up onto the kitchen counter on the opposite side of the kitchen and tried to look nonchalant.  That was my first mistake.

He walked over to me without skipping a beat.  He put his hands on my thighs and wriggled his way in between my legs.  I could feel my nipples getting excited, I could feel that tingle in my panties again and I could hear the voice in my head say, "Aw to hell with it."

He placed one of his hands my neck and pulled my mouth onto his.  He was forceful in his intention, his hand gripped the back of my neck tightly, pulling my hair with it and he earnestly stuck his tongue in my mouth and twirled it around until I was positively dizzy.  His aggressiveness was both scary and intoxicating all at once.

This was like a scene out of a romance novel - where the hunky gardener suddenly gets an urge to see how the mistress of the mansion's garden really grows.  

My hands we still resting on the counter on either side of me when suddenly I found my arms wrapped around his back, pulling him closer.  I really don't remember even doing that, but I was glad that I did.  He reached both hands behind me and grabbed my jean-covered ass and pulled me even closer.  I could now feel his sex directly against my body.

He kissed as good as he looked,  Our tongues danced around each other for what seemed like hours.  Eventually I had to take a tongue break.  I could barely breathe; my heart was racing.  I put my head on his chest and looked down first noticing how much my nipples had poked through my shirt and then noticing the huge cock bulging through his jeans.  I found myself licking my lips, imagining what it would be like to wrap my lips around that monster cock.  Then I closed my eyes imagining how it might feel as it was thrusting inside of me.

He groped my breast through my t-shirt.  Gosh you guys know how I love having my body felt through material - it's that unique sensation that gets me every time - the anticipation of losing those clothes and feeling skin against skin.

I knew it was wrong.  I wanted to say no, but I also wanted him to fuck me hard like a guy who had just been released from prison after a decade.  We kissed again - feverishly feeling each other all over. 

I ran my right hand across the bulge in his pants.  I found that it was as ample in girth as it was in length.  I felt like I could cum right then and there from the excitement  and anticipation.  Certainly I was wet to say the least.

And then his radio chirped.  It was his boss looking for him.  Everything came to a very abrupt end.

Turns out that the radio chirp was actually coming from the alarm clock on my cell phone.  It had all been a dream - a very racy, salacious dream.

Needless to say that when I ran into him later at the mailbox, I blushed.  Plus, I couldn't help but glance at his package.  I'm sure he noticed. 

After I retrieved my mail and locked the mailbox, I turned back towards my apartment.

"Hey," he said.  "How's that washing machine running?"  I pretended not to hear him and kept walking. 

About that Schedule

You Think You Want to Know

You know a few of you ... well actually a lot of you, have actually asked me many times, "When are you going to be on; what's your schedule"?  

So here's the funny thing.  When I post a schedule, I get less calls - that's not what I want - sexually and otherwise.

It could be due to a few factors, 1) the weather is getting nicer now and everyone is around less, 2) my schedule doesn't jive with yours, or as I really suspect 3) scheduling spoils spontaneity.

Plus, let's face it guys, we're all human, and the human experience dictates certain things about our personalities, one being that we like a certain air of surprise. 

Here's an example:  Say we lived together and I wanted to entice you.  Which of the following scenarios would excite you more:  1)  I call you at work and tell you to expect to find me dressed in heels and a string bikini when you come in the front door; or 2) You came home and find me in the kitchen sitting on the counter in a string bikini with my legs spread and one heeled foot resting on the opposing counter? 

Exactly.  I know without even asking for a poll on this, that number 2 is the winner in that scenario.

You'd like to find me like that, you wish you'd find me like that, but if you expected to see me like that when you walked in the door, the element of surprise would be ... uh .... let's say, less impactful.


I mean yes, you want sex-on-demand, but in order for it not to get old and stale, the scenarios have to change sometimes.  There has to be a certain air of mystery and unexpectedness about it - it just makes the sexual soup more savory when there's a dash of spontaneity thrown in.  Don't you agree?

The other thing about this whole scheduling scenario has more to to with me, I guess.  As you know, I say that the only times you'll ever find me on NF is when I'm feeling horny.  Can you schedule horny? 

Having said that, thank the heavens that I'm more like a guy in that I am pretty much horny all the time.  Still, there are factors that can creep in during the day that distract us or otherwise disturb our randy desires - it's just a part of life.

My nightmare scenario is that I put up a schedule, it doesn't work for you, I get zero calls and as a result, I don't pay the rent on time which means I soon receive an eviction notice.  Do you think I'm gonna be hot to trot with an eviction notice in my hand?  I can tell you the answer, in case you haven't guessed - that would be a resounding "No."  But that's just my nightmare, worst-case scenario.  I honestly don't foresee that happening, but I have to imagine the worst sometimes in order to do my best.  When I'm spontaneous, I'm at my best.

Of course - if I get that eviction notice and you make me hold it in my hand while you have me bent over the counter telling me that you'll make it go away if I let you fuck me 'til I'm sore ... that's another story.  That has a slightly diabolic bent to it that I find ... intoxicating.

The Semi-Schedule

Having said all that - let's try something new this week.  Let's try a semi-schedule.  Think light structure as opposed to tight schedule.  Think flexibility (I know you like that).  Think spontaneity - hit or miss -  the exciting you-just-never-know factor.  Because as much as I think you'd like to have that hot little schedule at your disposal, I also believe that you'd probably rather go ... "Ooow, Ashley's on ...."

Truth is that it's worked this week so far - at least for me ... if you feel otherwise, then you should let me know (write me on NF email).

Getting Loose

I'll be here Wednesday and Thursday night - as well as the mornings on those days.  Friday the morning is booked with other stuff, but there's a distinct possibility that I'll be on in the late afternoon/early evening.

The weekends will be as normal - on in the AM as well as probably the evenings ... well you just never know about weekend evenings (because I don't always know).  And of course, there are those few times when it's just slow and although I love when people peruse my listings, I don't care for paying for clicks (and losing money) when the phone is not also ringing - that would cause me to sign-off and if I were "scheduled" to be on, that would mean yet another update.  I like posting blogs and updates, but I also like to do that with a bit of creative spontaneity. 

So I think I've made my point - there are existing factors that just lend themselves to have a loose schedule as opposed to a tight schedule.  But then of course, I like when you take charge, so if you disagree, I will certainly take that under serious advisement.  For now, we'll let the matter rest and play out in its present state - a state of perpetual change.

So today is Wednesday and I am telling you here and now that you can and will find me on NF tonight.  Hopefully, we'll get to "chat."  ;)

Under the Wire

You have to remember that a lot of my friends don't know that I do this, and most of them are off of work when I'm working - our schedules clash sometimes, especially on the weekend.  I can't say "No" to going out with them all the time, but I can say "No" occasionally. 

And of course, there's always that distinct possibility that I'll go back to working full-time soon so having a schedule now, would dictate that I have to come up with a new schedule later.  That's a lot of updating.  To me, it's just another thing to do and trust me when I tell you, I have enough to do without adding 'schedule updates' to the list.  If I get overwhelmed when it comes to obligations, that won't work well for my libido - and we don't want that, now do we?

So tell you what - we'll try it my way this week and if it doesn't work, then we'll go back to having a schedule.  I'm willing to play it out and seeing if it works, if you are.  And when I feel like I will or won't be around, I'll probably write a little blog post that will tell you what I'm up to during the day (because I like when you read my blog every day).

I'm on now, but I'm signing off at 11 AM - will I be back tonight?  I'm planning on it, so you should too.  I'll probably and hopefully see you around tonight just after 8 PM.  Hope you can join me.

xxo Ashley













The Schedule
I tried to fly without a flight plan this week.  We're only up to Wednesday, but already I'm seeing a difference between having a schedule and not having a schedule.

When I signed on a few times this week, I heard the old lines I used to hear pre-scheduling days such as, "It's nice to find you on here," or "I was hoping you'd be on."   Those appreciative lines not only make me feel wanted, I can also hear the excitement in your voices.  They also do a lot to make me feel like - hey ,if you're that happy to see me, then I'm going to go out of my way to make you happy that you found me.