~ Mae West

Friday Favorites-

France…Sometimes The World Begins…..

Elle…Kink Unleashed…..


Mama Still Wears Gucci…..

Barefoot Dreamer (I didn’t catch her before she went out of town to give me her pic, so you just have to go check her out for yourself!)

Remember thumbnails are only teasers, if you haven’t done so already go over and show them some love. Go on now- SCOOT!

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As you might have noticed, I haven’t been mentioning AFF much (ok, at all).  I actually hadn’t been on AFF for quite some time (and then it was just to delete the email build up) and finally this week I disabled my account.  There’s a reason for this, I have no need or desire to continue looking.  I’m good.

My profile was Female for Female (F4F), despite 4 years of searching, I hadn’t given up my search for that *one special girl*.  Then something happened.  Or rather SHE happened.  And Vegas with HER happened (*swoon*).   Pretty much since August I had kind of known I wasn’t searching anymore…  I wish she lived closer (desperately so) but she doesn’t (damnit)…..we both agree though that somehow we’ll make it work.  I’m just not someone who dates and ‘hooks up’ with random people, I never have been.  I’m not capable of it and I don’t enjoy it.  So while the distance is a bitch, I’m much too smitten with her to desire being with any other female.

On a different note.  I did actually meet a guy on AFF that I’ve been seeing regularly for the past 3 months.  Funny thing about having a F4F profile.  It doesn’t stop all guys from responding.  There are two camps of men who will respond to a F4F profile.  The dumbasses who don’t even read your profile and hit you up (usually crudely and distastefully so) and then the ones that actually have a tendency to catch my attention.  They are the particularly outgoing/adventurous ones who have the -“Hell, I’ll give it a shot” attitude (which I kind of admire, bc I think I possess this trait as well).  They notice it’s a F4F profile, and mention it in their initial email.  Along with some coercement (…I know this isn’t a word, add it to my list of made up words) of why I should consider giving them a chance to at least wine and dine me.

Which is how I met Johnny (not his real name- duh, not sure I’ll stick with it- he just happens to look a bit like Johnny from the original Karate Kid movie, according to PC).  I rarely respond to people on AFF.  It takes a lot to wow me with an email so that I feel even remotely like there could be a click.  And I sat on his for a quite awhile before responding.  When I finally did, we immediately clicked.  A bit like how Ashton and I did.  I knew after my initial correspondence with Ashton that there was a *significant* CLICK.  Similar feeling with Johnny.  This was back in October.  PC has met him and approves of him (he actually went out with PC, my sister and I to the Exotic Ball on Halloween).  He’s closer to my age (definitely for the best….the boys I was meeting -Ashton excluded- were killing me with their immaturity and games), is interested in the same type ‘thing/relationship’ I am (not a FB or complete NSA…which I’m mostly incapable of, much less desire), super funny, super cute and we really enjoy our time together.  Bonus all around.

Ashton and I remain in contact and I value our friendship tremendously.  He’s an amazing guy.  But his life is complicated and busy.

I couldn’t write all this without boasting/mentioning/gushing over the most important person in my life….PC.  The last month or so has been the best ever for us.  Some changes were made between us over the summer, not just between us, but personal ones as well.  We have been communicating better, getting along super well and just been over all incredibly balanced.  Which over all makes me super happy.  In a content …:::sigh happily:::… sort of a way.  There have been other stresses going on in our life, completely out of our control and he manages them amazingly well so that I, for the most part, don’t have to.  At the end of the day, he’s the one I come home to, am happy with and enjoy immensely the life we’ve built together.

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Ok.  Hope everyone has a fantabulous weekend!

~ xo

Vixen

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