When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.…

Just be sure to add the Vodka too.  ~wink~

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So.  What weekend, where? 

*blink blink* 

Weekend started out a bit um, rough.  “Stuff”.  As well as had beyond imaginable bad service at a restaurant Friday night.  Will not be going back there again.  For food.  It will be tempting to go back for their great drink prices though….

Kiddos were kidnapped by their aunt for part of the weekend.  Which freed up an evening to do adult activities.  Girls night out!  PC included, as he is an honorary girl after all.  He was on his bestest behavior (brownie points for him!).  I however, was not.  *evil grins* 

We went to our new favorite place that has a super fun rooftop patio.  The night is somewhat of a blur as the shots and beers continued through the night.  So much for telling PC I would be sticking to beer only, and definitely not more than one shot.  (says the girl who drank three plus shots….one of which contained a concoction of Crown, Peach Schnapps and Red Bull- all three of which are on my ‘no-way-no-thank-you-no-no-no’ list….)

I do remember my (SMOKING HOT) friend being hit on by some guy and me climbing into her lap seductively and informing him she was with me, followed by a fitful of giggles from her and I.  Once he realized we weren’t going to allow him to play with us, he left.  *snort*

Another interesting tidbit was an older gentleman who kept hitting on the three of us, while at the same time trying to hook one of us up with his sons.  Um…hmmm…..alrighty then, but no thanks.

So um PC….whatcha got going on down there?  Bwahahaha….. 

Super fun night.  Super late night….  Had to pick up the kiddos at what had seemed a reasonable time when I originally agreed, although came waaaaaaaaaaaay too early the next morning.  (doh)  Thank God for Starbucks!

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My sister and I have fabulous costumes planned for Halloween, doing the same theme as each other.  We’ve begun searching out the items we’ll need.  The most important and intricate part of the costume is being researched.  PC has already ordered his (custom ordered/made so no Cindy Brady this year, haha!).  It’s going to rock.  Can. not. wait!  *giddy*

I’m rather brain dead in a tequila fog sort of a way so that is about all I have.  Date night with Ashton (aka Yummy) so this will be posting early. 

Happy Monday!

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~ xo

Vixen

I’ve been thinking quite a bit about what it would be like to experience a positive M/F/M threesome.  You know, as opposed to the experience I had that sucked (no pun intended) and I swore I would never participate in such an activity again…..  I actually used to be fairly turned off by the idea of threesomes in general.  So many emotions and feelings involved, someone inevitably feels left out, which causes issues.  Which can lead to drama.  You all know how I feel about drama! But I’ve had more positive experiences that have led to a more positive position (again, ha, no pun intended) on the idea.  It can work.  It can be drama free.  It can be A LOT of fun.  With the right people.

Part of our cuckhold talk for numerous years between PC and I have involved the idea of a M/F/M scenario.  Fun to talk about in bed, in the heat of the moment, as a ‘turn on’ tool…but to actually go through with?  Yeah, very different.  And I have been….reluctant to proceed.  But as of late, the idea is intriguing me more and more. 

I am becoming much more open to the idea, let’s just say.

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Have a fabulous Tuesday!!!

~ xo

Vixen

After six days of being pent up in the house with poor sick LP (who is finally FINALLY starting to feel better)- I got out.  (We *heart* our sitter)  And had fun.  PC and I saw a movie (where I blurted out -rather loudly- just as the movie was starting “Oh you just shut up panty boy” after PC had teased me about something *snort*  Still giggling about that one…..).  And tried out a new brewery for dinner.  Excellent food.  Not so excellent beer (I’ve never been to a brewery where I couldn’t find something I liked….weird).  But excellently priced Vodka/Cranberry’s.  Had a friend join us.  We flirted like crazy.  Teased playfully. Laughed.  Talked.  Drank.  Had a fabulous time.  Then we all headed back home to enjoy hot tub.  Where we had an even more fabulous time.  *wink*

I’ve been following Sabrina Daco’s photostream on Flickr for quite a few years now. She has one of the sexiest, most provocative and seductive photo streams I’ve ever encountered.  HOT… Anyway. I encountered her photo on Tumblr.  I know a lot of photos end up over there that were ripped off.  So I just wanted to make sure she got a proper call out for her photography and pics.

~ xo

Vixen

(vi.sualize.us)

My back to the wall.  His body against mine.  Our lips meet. 

He grabs my ass.  As he lifts me up.  I wrap my legs around his waist. 

The rain falling over us.  Cold.  Wet.  Soaking.  But at the same time, barely noticeable. 

We kiss.  Passionately.  Intensely.

Sinking to the ground.  Me in his lap.  His hands against the small of my back.  The back of my head.  Tangling his fingers into my wet hair.  Pushing our lips closer.  His hot breath against mine.  His kisses becoming more urgent.  Completely drenched by the rain.  Dripping.  Everywhere. Down his eyelashes into my mouth…..

This is when I love the rain.

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TFT is up!

ANYONE can contribute. Girl, guy, couple, hell, your entire fraternity/bachelorette party… Snap. Send. It’s all cool. Be as simple, artsy, or whatever…as you’d like. It doesn’t have to be anything special! Or make it be. Hey, my point is, whatever you feel comfortable doing- I’ll take it and put up. ALSO, you can contribute anonymously if your little heart so desires. OR let me know how you would like to be linked/titled.

I’ll make it even easier. You want to become a regular contributor? You can send me one picture at a time. Or bunches. I’ll start a file and pull a picture from it each week. I’m easy people (I keep telling you all that! *grins*)!

Email me HERE or even HERE….

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Have a fabulous Tuesday!!!

~ xo

Vixen

“I kinda flirt with everything and everyone, no matter if it’s a tree or a coffee cup. I can’t resist.”

The whole player thing….  (which jr so kindly provided a definition of -below- from the Urban Dictionary and that I am so totally NOT) When I mentioned it last week (you know, when PC called me out on it), I failed to mention it was entirely directed towards my interactions with females. I am so totally NOT a player (oh good lord…SO totally not….lololol) when it comes to boys (to clarify…PC doesn’t count…he’s an honorary girl ~winkgrins~).  I mean…until this past year the very idea of me even liking one was ridiculous to me, and well anyone else who knows me well. I just wasn’t attracted to them.  Not that that stopped me from flirting, or being friendly with one (many).  I just wasn’t interested.  Still find that to be pretty true. It’s much easier for me to feel an attraction to a female.

But.  I am an equal opportunity flirter.  I don’t discriminate.  Girl…guy….cute….sexy….smoking hot…plain…not really my type…whatever. I WILL flirt with you.  I’m not even sure of my ‘type’….bc for me, it’s all about whether that *CLICK* is felt.  It surprises me sometimes in fact, when I feel it.  Who it comes from.  What caused it.  When I’m asked my type, I shrug. I used to rattle off something…like I really knew.  But it was pointed out to me (ahemPCahem), that no….that has nothing to do with anything really.  I like to make people feel good about themselves.  Make them smile.  Put a lift in their step.  I have a knack for it.  I like that I have that ability to do that for someone.  BUT please don’t get me wrong….  I have my sights set.  My crushes, interests, while they may seem to include everyone...don’t.

(vi.sualize.us)

Just because I flirt with someone, doesn’t mean I want to hook up with them.  I am very flirtatious.  It’s just who I am.  PC and I work well, because he understands this about me.  Not that he isn’t insanely flirtatious himself….  But he doesn’t feel threatened.  Nor do I with him.  Hell when guys have offered to buy me a drink when we are out, he is all for it.  Saves him money!  *smirk*

A past girlfriend was upset with me at one point, regarding my flirting- she wanted to feel *special*.  But I mean, everyone wants to feel special to someone, right?!  When I pay so much attention to… ‘everyone’….the person I’m into has a difficult time ‘knowing’ they are the one I’m lusting after, completely into.  Well, gah, I guess that makes sense.

I guess I suck at that part.  Because in my mind…I KNOW who I’m into.  But I guess sometimes I get so consumed in my flirting that I fail to really devote my attention to the person(s) I am entirely interested in.  PC has even complained about this occasionally. (I TOLD you…I suck sometimes)

(((PC)))

I like to be liked.  To feel special.  And adored.  And fawned over.  Why wouldn’t they?

Player?  Not so much.  Equal opportunity flirter?  Completely.

(weheartit)

~ xo

Vixen

(vi.sualize.us)

Ok now.  Nothing new here when I say…I *love* Sadie.  Adore the girl.  *swoon* Um.  Yeah. Moving on.  My point to this uncomfortable display (lol) is that she wrote this post a bit ago that I so completely resonated with!

She referred to something called NRE- New Relationship Energy.  Described by Zhahai Stewart in the 80′s as this…..

“the heady rush of escalating emotional connection and the hot juiciness of a growing sexual attraction, with a person we are just beginning to know and want to know better, much better. It may be viewed as new lust, but it’s definitely a factor to reckon with.”

One of my frequent commenters, jr had asked awhile back for me to explain something I’d said in a post or two.  I’ve referred to something like this, had it on my mind for sometime now. But couldn’t really ‘explain it’ as well as I wanted to.  Until I read her post. “THIS”…what I’m doing outside my marriage, is intoxicating, addicting.  And this NRE is what I’m talking about.  It’s a fantastic high.  There is something completely exhilarating about being into someone new.  The flirting, the stimulating conversations as well as the random ones, the glances, the smiles, touches, kissing, the heart fluttering, and yes….the sex. The amazing sex.

Speaking of…..  Finally saw Yummy after having not seen him for something like 3wks (stupid surgery).  I admit it, I had missed him.  Text, IM….totally not the same.  I looked back, we’ve been seeing each other since like mid February, consistently.  Well. Being with him again was….I’m going to sound like such a girl….mmm, amazing?  Fun?   Fabulous?  Nice?  (What word fits best here???) We went to a movie.  Which was….eh.  Not as great as I hoped it would be or thought it would be.  Very violent and gory.  Well, I mean.  What I saw of it.   Bc I was kind of um, busy.  *ahem* Exhibitionism….you know I love it.  And what took place in that mostly empty movie theater was hot. hot. HOT.  Hands, mouths, clothing undone….  Passion.  Want.  Desire.  Is your imagination running rampant yet?  Wait.  I haven’t even mentioned the car ride home (where the topic of not being able to make it there with out pulling over came up…numerous times).  Or the hours after wards.  *wicked grins*

(vi.sualize.us)

So yeah.
And PC says I glow.   Which is all sorts of….awesome.   ~grins~

~ xo

Vixen

(click the button for more info, email me if you have any great ideas for a topic, I’d love to hear from you!)

There was an episode of House recently.  One of the Dr’s broached the topic of an open marriage with his wife.  There was a woman he’d been flirting with, a mutual attraction between them.  His wife was fairly upset but in the end gave him permission- with rules.  Fair enough.  But then when it came down to it, she renigged and told him she couldn’t go through with it.  Again.  Fair enough.  The Dr/husband agreed, blah, blah, blah.

Except. (you knew there would be one, right?) Except that then he got caught up in a ‘moment’ with this woman he’d developed a crush on and next thing you know he’s cheating on his wife.  Which is what he was doing.  Bc it’s one thing to have your spouse give you permission to be with someone else.  But it’s another for them to change their mind and say, NO, and you still do it.  Then it becomes cheating.  In my mind at least…..

I would be devastated to find out PC had done something to this extreme behind my back.  We have a pretty good agreement and that is full, brutal honesty.  I tell him everything.  And when he thinks I’m not, he calls me on it.  And it’s never purposely that I am, except maybe to try to save his feelings by not sharing complete details with him.  Or what happens most often, I’m just not aware he is interested in the information and it escapes my mind to tell him.  I do the same to him. I want to know what is going on.  I find security in us and our relationship when I’m not left guessing or wondering what is going on.  He is the same way.  So we try to do that for each other.

I have found that if PC does something and then comes to tell me about it after the fact, I have much greater issues with it.  My anxiety sky rockets, I have a bad tendency to have words/things I wished I might have thought out better fly out of my mouth. Overall, I react badly.  Now.  If he tells me he’s thinking about doing something, or has been thinking about wanting to do something.  I may have those same initial knee jerk reactions (it’s a fault of mine, I do know this about myself, I’m trying to improve on it) but once I’ve let the idea of what he’s asked/suggested sink in, it’s usually much better.  I really do think I’m a pretty open minded and very non-judgmental person.  But sometimes those little knee-jerk reactions sneak in.  And almost always, once I’ve had time to process something, I’m good to go.

Would it be better to find out your S/O cheated on you/had an affair after the fact?  Or have them be straight up honest with you that they are considering it?  Like this Dr that broached the idea of an open marriage.

Granted, my relationship is different from many.  All relationships are different from others in whatever aspects.  So possibly this is difficult for some to answer bc they can’t fathom this topic at all.  But I’m just curious.  This was brought up in another discussion and pretty much the same conclusion was drawn.  Better to know about it beforehand, then after the fact.

Mainly what I’m asking though, and really what this CQW is mostly meant to be about, is…..
Would you rather your S/O come clean and tell you about their indescrections, or you find out another way, on your own.  Would that be worse?  Does the cheating spouse gain any ‘brownie points’ by coming clean on their own?  Do you have/offer more forgiveness, if there is any?  Many of us as parents, teach our children that they will get in much less trouble if they tell us the truth then to lie and cover up their wrong doings.  Is this not the same?

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Happy HUMP Day!!!

(vi.sualize.us)

~ xo

Vixen

Mark: …..Poundcake is code for something dirty, right?
Callie: No!
Callie: So….. How was it?
Mark: Mind Blowing.
Mark: I pounded her cake and she pounded mine.  Excellent pound caking.
Callie: Pound caking is not a thing.
Mark: Whatever. I blew her mind.

~Grey’s Anatomy

Friday Favorites-

Oooo, there were some really awesome ones this week!  Please be sure to click the links and visit the lovely ladies if you haven’t done so already.  I give you thumbnails as teasers….  ~wink~

Barefoot Dreamer…..

Minority Report…..


Babe Lincoln…..

Pure Temptation…..

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So I’m watching TV the other night and saw this commercial.  It is *hysterical*.  The ladies will get much more of a chuckle out of this then the boys I imagine (WARNING- it pertains to Puncuation….KWIM?).

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So…  When you read ‘Young, Attractive Couple or Single Woman’.  Do I come to mind?  I’m not fishing for compliments.  *LOL* But what classifies a person as such?  I’m asking bc there is a nightclub that I’ve been intrigued with for awhile now.  They are hosting a Masquerade Lingerie Ball soon and I’d like to go.  But they cater to that demographic.  Anyone seen Knocked Up?  There is a scene where the two sisters (Katherine Heigl and Leslie Mann) show up to some Studio 54 type club and get laughed at and turned away by the Bouncer for being ‘too old’.  *snort* Talk about mortifying.  I’d like to try to avoid that.  *ahem*

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New York-New York keeps trying to tempt me with their $42 Vegas Rates.  Limited Time Offer! Book Today!  If I didn’t receive these offers like twice weekly I might feel a bit more inclined to feel a bit more special.  Sheesh!  But um seriously, who wants to go to Vegas?  *GRINS*

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TGIF Baby!  Gawd…what a freakin’ busy week.  Entertaining kiddos full time was a small taste of what summer holds. Although the difference (as long as we don’t have the worldsshittestsummerever- again) is that we would have spent more time at the park and pool.  Oh well, sa la vie.  Springbreak is just about over.  Two more months of school.  As of Monday things go back to normal.  Which also means having to be up by a certain time.  Sleep can be such a small luxury sometimes.  An overlooked one that can be relished when given the opportunity….  Wednesday was one of them.  *happy sigh* After a night spent with Yummy.  Including tequila (Don Ramon is causing me to become such a happy lush…..thanks again Roxy and Quicksilver ~giggle~).  The man seriously makes me….  Well.  You get the idea.

(vi.sualize.us)

~ xo

Vixen

(vi.sualize.us)

God, I’ve played around with how to write this post for days now.  I have had a jumble of thoughts, then just as I was getting them together and prepared (I thought) to sit down and put them to word…..PC and I had another one of our discussions. And it no longer seemed very clear to me.  I’m learning as we go along….how to keep things savy with PC and I, how to keep him in his happy place so that he doesn’t become insecure or jealous.  And honestly, sometimes I do a pretty damn good job and often I also really suck at it.  But I guess the biggest key is that we are always discussing things and how we’re feeling.  So bonus there.

I’ve tried to figure out how to explain ‘us’ to everyone and the why and the how.  I was feeling somewhat…..guilt ridden.  I think I got sucked into worrying too much about what others were thinking and in turn began feeling as if I needed to explain myself/us/our relationship.  Not a healthy path to be trolling down! Until two people I respect, admire and think quite highly of, made a couple comments to me that really made sense….

Emmy:
” -it has to work for the two of you. Whatever everyone else thinks is irrelevant. I mean, you only allow us a glimpse into your arrangement. No one should judge it all by that peek.”

TUG:
“I don’t think you should feel any need to share things on here if you really don’t want to. If people are having issues with the way things are being explained…too bad. I think PC explains things just fine. Don’t go past your “okayness” level for us.”

I mean, YES.  Duh.  My “AHA!” moment.  I need to quit being so worried about everyone else!  I worry, obsess enough already as it is.  The last thing I need is something else to obsess about!  So stop already!  (this is what I tell myself anyway….)

Different relationships work in different ways.  What makes one couple happy would break another up.  What one deems ‘ok’, might be very NOT ‘ok’ in another.  I read many different blogs, windows into peoples lives and their relationships and I always walk away very intrigued by how different everyone is.

PC and I have a unique marriage/relationship, in that we both walked away from very bad marriages.  Both with completely different dynamics.  But it was a learning experience for us both.  I was married to someone who became incredibly controlling as well as physically/mentally/verbally abusive.  And while it was awful and horrible, it caused me to grow into such a better person.  I might not be the person I am today w/o those experiences.  Most especially it caused me to realize what I wanted, what would make me happy and what I would *not* allow again.  So when PC and I became friends, we put it all on the line.  ALL of it.  The good, bad and the ugly, nothing held back.  All our kinks and things that made us tick, whether good or bad.  It strengthened us.  Rather than ‘pretend’ to be someone the other might like better, we just said “this is me, take it or leave it”.  We both had an incredible amount of baggage.  Me….basically broken and the fact I was bisexual, not wanting to give that lifestyle up.  And him with his ‘kinks’ that honestly, I hadn’t really encountered before.  And our goal was to figure out how to make it work.

So far so good and we just continue to become stronger and better together.

So I could go into the dynamics of feminized cuckholding and how it pertains to us (or rather we are *trying* for it to)……  But I think instead I’ll end with this blurb and then let be for now bc as I said, it’s something we are dabbling with/learning as we go.

Within the category of “cuckolds” there are subsets and nuances. The primary element differentiating “feminized cuckolds” from the cuckold pack is the inclusion of feminization. Beyond emasculation, or the removal of typical masculine characteristics resulting in merely a eunich state, feminized cuckolds proceed into the realm of true feminization, willingly or by “force” or coersion from their partners. All cuckolds can be said to gain pleasure (even the pleasure of humiliation) from their cuckold activities. All cuckolds have this in common: their wife or partner is seeking or receiving pleasure from sexual activities with another man.

Feminized cuckolds are the same, except most often, they have been feminized in some degree or another.

So there you have it.  For now.

Have a fabulous Monday!

~ xo

Vixen

Jury’s In! I’m serving Jury Duty this week. A four day trial… *groan* I am soooo. totally. NOT. a morning person. Or someone who likes to be away from my home all day. every day.
So yeah. I’ll be mostly MIA this week.

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(vi.sualize.us)

We’ve been talking a lot recently about how Vixen and I have opened Pandora’s box with the concept of cuckolding. Now, if you look up the term via Google, you’re gonna find that there are numerous aspects to it. We’ve really only scratched the surface.

This weekend took on a slightly different aspect as I got to drive my wife for her date night with what she is referring to as her new ‘tall glass of yummy’. It all sort of came together rather quickly. And frankly, a lot of what has transpired is a bit blurry.

I suppose I shouldn’t complain. After all, I was the one who found him for her. Let’s face it, shopping for people on Craigslist doesn’t have a good success rate. So what harm could it have done? That was my thought process at least. I had no idea that this guy would so quickly become Vixen’s new Beau.

Vixen’s edit:
Ok…lol.  So here’s MY side of things.  I had just spent the wkend with YM.  He lives in another state.  He leaves for Afghanistan in a month.  He knows how much fun I’ve had with YM.  PC really wanted me to have someone closer by.  That I could maybe see on a more regular basis.  He sent me numerous ads that day and ‘Tall Glass of Yummy’ (god, I have GOT to come up with another NN for him, lol….I have an idea but I need to think on it a bit more)…well, his JUMPED out at me.  It referenced my all time favorite commercial, seemed like it was meant to be….  *wicked grin*  I HAD to respond to him (his is the only one I had any desire to respond to).  And he turned out to be smart, witty and awesome.  …And he like, wrote words (can I tell you how many CL ads I’ve responded to- females, btw- that responded with these short, curt answers…WTF, YOU wrote the ad, HELLO!?).

Do you know what it’s like getting your wife ready for a hot date? I took her shopping the night before and helped pick out some really cute things for her. Okay, they weren’t so much cute as they were simply HOT!!! Even as she was getting ready, I found myself helping her with her hair, her shoes, ensuring things were just right.

Once she was all ready and really causing me to lust, we piled in the car as I started the hour long drive to where she was meeting Mr. Yummy. I’m not sure who was more nervous about the date. I wanted my baby to represent. But at the same time, I didn’t want things to go too well. You know what I mean.

Originally, the game plan consisted of me dropping her off in the parking garage so she could walk on over to the restaurant where they were meeting. She wanted to look rather independent. Then I would feed the kids, hang out for a while and wait for her call. That plan didn’t last very long. The final plan was to drop her off, and feed the kids. Then we’d head home and wait for her signal to go back and pick her up. Okay, so much for plans.

Vixen’s Edit:
Actually originally we discussed (read: I tried to talk him into coming with me) him coming along.  To check for chemistry, the CLICK I talk about needing.  But in the end he was feeling anxious about tagging along, he prefers to be an outsider.  And I was thinking the opportunity for flirting and really hitting things off would go better one on one (not that I mind or have ever held back with flirting in front of PC…but he can be a bit intimidating, lol).

Apparently, the chemistry between them was pretty good. I should have known what was happening when she texted me to put my new CB3000 chastity cage on. We’ve never played with anything like that before. And she thought it would be a nice, last minute reward for me. But she seemed skeptical that I could get it on without any help. Hah! Where there’s a will, there’s a way.

Vixen’s Edit:
Right.  I also dared him.  A- I NEVER dare him to do anything and B- PC can NEVER turn down a dare.  I know these things…  ~wink~

I let her know that I did as she asked. But I didn’t expect her to react the way she did. She texted me, “You are the best sissy!”.

The best sissy?! Was that what I was becoming to her? I didn’t know. And I don’t know that I really cared. All I knew was that she was with a real stud of a guy and yet she was super pleased with me.

The text messages began to drop off. She let me know that she’d see me in the morning and that she loved me. I must have been fairly aroused by the whole situation and by my new found title. Apparently, I busted my CB3000. That’s right. And it wasn’t from tampering. It was from… Do I really have to spell it out for ya? How’s that for appreciation?

The next morning I looked forward to picking her up and to hearing of how things went. If all went well, I knew she’d want me to take care of things. Not sure if her sissy term is the same as nanny. I suppose that’s sort of what I have been feeling like lately. But she sure does like to show me how much she appreciates my help and her freedom. I guess I can easily live with that. Some people wrestle with getting their identity. Not me. I finally feel as if I know my place.

~PC

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~xo

Vixen