Strip Clubs | Does My Man Go?

Hey everyone! Hope you're enjoying your weekend. We've had a perfect winter day, sunshine and not too cold, so that was a nice change. The sunshine is very therapeutic! Sadly the weather people are calling for "Snowmagedon 2011" tomorrow and Wednesday.

This was something that has been talked about quite a few times, and came up again not that long ago with some of my female coworkers. Apparently she was stunned when her boyfriend went to a club; to the point where she is ready to dump him.

Do you let your man go to strip clubs? Do you ever go with him? And how do you feel about lap dances?

Day 2 - 30 Favourites in 30 Days

Yes. I have no problem with my husband going to strip clubs. I’m usually the one who benefits the most ;-) I’ve never quite understood why other women have such a big problem with them. I suspect that maybe they think that they are no longer attractive enough to keep his interest? I’m not the jealous type. I don’t have time for it. You either trust me or you don’t.  

And actually, my husband is more of the one not to go than me. I used to go with my girlfriends all the time…why not? It’s just a show. For some reason, he’s never been a big fan of them. I’ve had never asked why, but it’s just not something that he’s into. So, when I sat down to answer this I asked. He said he is too cheap to pay for beer that expensive… Then he said he finds it a bit uncomfortable watching a girl do that on stage. He’d rather sit and talk and learn something about her. (Hmm, conversation…interesting concept).

The last time he went to one, I was with him. And now he wants to go again…I have to admit, it was a bit unnerving at first, having never been into one where just girls dance. But, I found it a lot more interesting and exciting than the male revues. I was completely shocked because my whole impression of what it would be like was nothing close to the truth. The girls weren’t these big breasted barbies…and actually some of them were kinda scary

I was also surprised at the number of women there were in the audience. It was quite the happening place. A little plug – Roxxanne's in Waterloo, ON. Tell them Andee sent you!

But, I did find it very exciting. One dancer kept watching me very closely while she was doing her routine on a little side stage. I admit I found it to be quite the turn on.  

I don’t have any issue with lap dances either. One of these days I might just get one ;-)

I think the whole experience can be quite erotic if it is performed properly. I admit that I do enjoy watching the control we have over guys that way…teasing and taunting with naughty dances while you poor things can’t touch. And why you guys would pay so much for one of those is beyond me. Anyone who says these girls are being exploited needs to get a better understanding of economics.  

Andee

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Photos | My 30-day Project

Not too many deep thoughts in this one. I've been trying to figure out how to make all of my little projects on this Internet thing work out, and fit together. Hubby and I sat down and figured out a few things that may interest anyone who has become involved in this adventure of mine, from you guys here, to my "social media" friends and everyone in between.

So, for the next 30 days I'm going to try a little project. Most of means work for me ... Some of it might mean a little added fun for you! Mostly because the biggest part of it all - besides dishing on my thoughts here, and maybe a video blog or two attempted - I will also be posting 30 of my personal favourite photos from my website. Each has a bit of a story, which I'll also share.

DAY 1

From Update #69 - Sexy Pantyhose

I remember how much I enjoyed the update. I had spent the day getting my hair done, so I think it looks great in these photos. I was never able to get it as perfectly straight. My husband also used to just fawn over me after a salon trip ... it was a big turn on for him, so I was guaranteed a romp in the sack.

In this update I am also wearing this pair of incredibly sexy pantyhose that a fan had sent to me. You know I'm not a fan of pantyhose, but these ones are wonderful ... the feel great and I love the way they make my legs look in them.

Hope you agree ...

See you tomorrow with another blog ... and another photo update!

Andee
xoxo

Fidelity | It Depends On Your Definition

This one has been one of those comments that has been lingering for a little while. Every now and then something gets said in passing, or directly in conversation, and it sends my mind into a swirling mess of “Oh my gawd, what do you know?”

I’m sure … at least I try to convince myself that I am … that these passing comments have no attachment to me, but are just simple thoughts being shared.

How important do you think fidelity is in a relationship?

Wow.

Well, actually I think it is extremely important. But if you know the truth about me you would think I am a total hypocrite.

Why? Because I don’t have what a lot of people would consider to be the most fidelity-based relationship. I kiss other women … I’ve had sex with other women. I kiss other men … but I’ve not had sex with other men (if you don’t count oral). My husband and I have engaged in what a lot of couples would never even think of by participating in sexual encounters with people other than each other.

Is that a breach of fidelity? Probably in a very clear definition.

But I don’t exactly see it that way. I don't see the sexual experiences I've had as being unfaithful, just a non-traditional set of circumstances in a marriage.

Let me explain …

Fidelity is something that most committed couples share in their union. It is a bond that involves the deepest level of trust and love two people can share. Some of you may not see it as something that can be flexible … I do.

I see fidelity as the deepest love and trust I share with my husband, but that doesn’t mean I have to apply it to physical pleasure. When I am sharing an intimate moment with someone other than him, it is a purely physical experience. I don’t violate his trust, or mine.

It’s certainly not something that has always been a part of my psyche, but something I have explored, tested and pushed over the past decade. It’s had its ups and downs, stops and starts … and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t also have its share of frustrations, arguments and tears. But in a twisted way, it is through all of those moments that I have developed an even deeper and stronger love for my husband.

Couples today seem to quit rather than invest. I can say that my husband and I have invested a great deal of effort and love to make our marriage something unique. There's not an awful lot that was "easy." It took effort, commitment and constant communication. I listen to some of my friends going on about their dreams, desires and ambitions - and then say they could never discuss it with their spouse. I see that as a bigger breach of fidelity than swapping spit with my girlfriend in a hot tub. I see that as the greatest failure of trust - because it says they can’t be open about themselves to the person who is supposed to mean everything. Instead they will dish the heartaches to a divorce lawyer and split their lives in half.

To me that is being unfaithful to yourself. Maybe you should have told him that you wanted to try something wild and crazy just once … and he could watch while you did.

Andee

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Proposal | Sleep My Way To The Top

Grrr … sitting here on the train, still in the station. It’s “supposed” to be the 5:15, but right now the clock says 5:24. And the conductor keeps making the announcement that it is the 5:15. Apparently not, people! 

Ever have those long days when you just want to get home? 

Anyway, lucky for me - and hopefully you - I have my little laptop and the batteries got lots of juice! And you know me and batteries with lots of juice! So, this question is something that was sent to me in an e-mail recently. I certainly hope it isn’t from the person in the actual subject … 

If your boss promised you the promotion you were very keen to get but insisted that you spend a weekend with him, pleasing him sexually, would you agree? 

Hmmm … intriguing proposition … now, to think. 

I guess the my immediate response is back to what I said earlier - and I don’t have to worry about this being sent by my boss. My boss is a woman, so “pleasing him sexually” isn’t gender correct. 

Do I Get The Job?

But all silliness aside, this is an interesting question. I have not been in a position like that in my career. I guess working in the environment I do currently doesn’t leave the door open for anything like that. We are unionized, so promotions are rarely based on individual performance. Sadly, almost all the time they are not even based on merit, but rather based on seniority. That said, I have positioned myself and my skills in such a way that I do have better qualifications should a promotion arise ... and make myself more attractive to a prospective employer without the need for a pair of heels and low-cut top. 

However, I think my e-mailer wants to know more of the naughty side, and would I do something as such? 

I do know someone who has admittedly used all her feminine wiles and talents to secure a better job. She was once a much closer friend than she is these days, but we’re still in touch via that dreaded Facebook, which has consumed my blogs of late. This person works in the broadcast industry and managed to manoeuvre herself into a more prominent on-air role after making some good impressions early in her career with some oral negotiations. While she is a friend, I can say her broadcasting talents aren’t equal to whatever position she used to secure the exposure she now has. 

Meow … 

At work I do tease my boss (the woman) about her own dealings with her boss (a man). Usually it boils down to “get yourself a new pair of CFM boots and slip on a short skirt!” 

I doubt it happens … but we do laugh about it. 

Do you sense some avoidance here? OK, just making sure. 

This is kind of the Indecent Proposal theme, isn’t it? And when you get right down to it, most of us have a price. I’m personally torn because I have some inner reservations about how I earn some of my income now. I never intended to create a “job” out of an amateur porn site way back when my husband and I started taking naughty pictures. But in the nine years I have been doing it, I have been making a little something extra. That’s not really much a secret, nor is it a massive leap in establishing just what I would do for money. 

Some would say I already have history, now we just need to know where the decimal goes. 

Even if we are to look at the intriguing premise of such an indecent (job) proposal, and we look at the idea of just going away for a weekend with someone who isn’t my husband and basically fucking the whole time, at the end of it there is a financial aspect. The promotion would mean more money, maybe a big step up in career ambitions, higher up the ladder so to speak. But would you ever know if you were where you are career-wise because of your job skills or bed skills - trading “I‘ll get back to you“ for “I‘ll get on my back for you.“ Is it something that would ever matter? That just boils down to conscience and bravery. 

I’m a twisted kind of woman these days, the deeper I get into writing about my thoughts, and constantly sharing what I am trying to say here during my bedtime editing with my husband, the more things become a little less black and white. I’m still trying to figure out is grey is OK, and is this what a 36-year-old woman should be behaving like? 

So, would I spend the weekend sexually pleasing my boss in order to get the job promotion I really wanted? I think I’d need to see what he was bringing to the negotiations first! 

Have a sexy weekend guys!

Andee

xoxo

Facebook | More Social Media Sex

Earlier I posted my blog about Facebook, and the percentage of people who use it to track their ex-partners. There was a little mention in that post too about how a recent survey revealed social media in today’s age of dating had led to an increase in how quickly a couple will have sex for the first time.

I had a lively debate this morning (funny enough, on Facebook chat) with one of my friends about the whole idea. We had talked about at work yesterday, and so today we kind of picked up on it again - without the large, typically judgemental, crowd from our department.

I have been married for going on 17 years now, whereas my friend is trying to avoid walking down the aisle a second time. So for me, the idea of using Facebook to speed up my chances of getting sex isn’t that huge of an issue. I do use it to torment and tease my husband on occasion, so that I can guarantee sex later in the day, but I don’t think that counts in the basis of what the survey was suggesting.

But what about the using the Internet for hook-ups? It seems to me that the Internet, social media and the whole smartphone thing have replaced the “singles bars” of the past. I know I’ve dished on that before, but I’m still trying to figure out the appeal. I kind of liked the dancing, drinking, flirting and tired old pick-ups lines from guys who never saw they didn’t stand a chance.

OK, maybe that’s not cool … but the atmosphere was fun.

In my life, the Internet has become a key part of a somewhat twisted and ‘dark’ adventure. I know that my whole sexual discovery wouldn’t have happened without it - mostly because it was the Internet that started it.

I had no clue what the whole “World Wide Web” was about when we first got it. That was back in the mid-1990s and it was dial-up. I wasn’t really interested in what it was about at the time; newly married I had bigger things in mind. I figured it was just another one of those “work” things I have learned to accept from my husband. Maybe back then I was a little more naïve than most - living in a small town, away from everything I knew, trying to find my way.

My perspective changed one afternoon when I came home early from work … to discover my husband’s appetite for porn. You can insert your imagination here …

But that also opened a door to learning that the popularity of the Internet in past has been the ability to hide who you really are. You can surf for all kinds of things and lead a somewhat “secret” life that few will ever know. I can’t say that I jumped on board with that idea at that moment, but it planted a seed of what would become later on.

Now there is a whole new opportunity - which does get back to my original point - can the social networking be used to speed up sex?

When my husband and I began to explore the boundaries of our relationship - beyond those of a “traditional” monogamous marriage - social media allowed us to find others that felt the same way we did, and were looking to explore in the same way we wanted to. We were able to connect with another couple, and while it didn’t “speed up” the sex, it created the expressway for my personal discoveries.

Maybe there should be a Swingbook in addition to Facebook?

Andee

xoxo

Facebook | Checking Out The Ex

Are you one of the guilty ones? I know I am …

I have to confess that I am like 75% of those one Facebook that check out ex-boyfriends. We got started talking about this because one of the morning shows on the radio here in the city was talking about it today. The one host of the show refuses to have anything to do with social media - only reluctantly writing his own blog because of work. He is constantly professing how things like Facebook are the reason many relationships fail.

Facebook Me Guys

Now, while I certainly don’t use my Facebook account as “Andee” to keep tabs - can you just imagine what those ex-boyfriends would think then! Sorry about your luck guys! - but I do use my “not-so-secret” identity to see how things have turned out for them, and what their families, etc. are up to. I grew up in a very small town, so it’s not hard to know a lot about people.

The show was discussing how so many people live these “secret” lives on Facebook, get busted by girlfriends/wives/employers and have to face the music.

It was interesting to learn that 76% of us visit some sort of social media site everyday - more than we actually check our personal e-mail! And according to the report the radio jocks were talking about, “Smart phones and laptops are the new toys that lead to the bedroom, it said, with nearly 80% of women and 58% of men saying social media tools leads to sex faster.”

Now is that "faster" sex ... or just getting to the act sooner?  ;-)

I have turned into a bit of junkie myself - maybe needing an intervention some days - and I’m not afraid to admit it. Not making excuses, but I find the opportunity to actually engage my imagination either as my plain, ol’ boring self, or under the “darkness” of being Andee, is a necessary evil. I think if I had to just sit and do nothing on the train for my commute each day, I’d go crazy … and yes, I do read quite a bit too.

Has social media replaced my actual “face time” with people. I don’t believe it has. In fact, I share so much more of what goes on in my mind and life on here than I could in a “normal” conversation. I’m just not ready to “come out” to everyone about my sexual expedition yet.

Andee

xoxo

New Friend In My Sexual Adventure

OK guys ... I promised and promised that I would get you the update for my previous blog about my friend's wedding night. I have to admit that this has taken me a bit of time to finish because, well, I tend to get distracted every now and then with fond memories!

I'll spare you the dull details of the lead up ... really, I had no expectations of getting together again with them other than a nice night, a few drinks, conversation. Sometimes moments just happen and that is all they are, one-time moments of fleeting experimentation combined with the right amount of alcohol. My husband, on the other hand, was working double overtime to make sure there was nothing overlooked in creating the right “mood“ for things to develop again. I guess he felt a little left out the previous weekend ... although he had no reason too, given how much satisfaction he received repeatedly following the whole thing.

Everything was pretty much as you would predict, lots of silly chatter, just subtly touching on the one thing that was on everyone's mind - almost like trying to see if the others knew a "secret" yet this whole thing was hardly secret. I blogged last night about the direction the conversation took, as we avoided the obvious ... kind of silly really.

But I think the build up is really one of the greatest turn ons of any experience. So you have to enjoy the anticipation, the unknown.

Finally I had the chance to get Lisa alone for a few minutes. We had been giving each other those knowing, teasing looks all night anyway, so the mood was definitely charged. I kind of slid up beside her and told her in a low voice that she had really caught me by surprise last week. I lightly touched her hand, running my fingers along hers - the ones that tormented me so much last weekend - and then looked her deep in the eyes. It was one of those moments that stops time.

There wasn't any need to say much more. Thinking it might be a bit pushy, I leaned in very close to her and kissed her again. Up until last weekend, it had been a long time since I had really enjoyed a kiss with another woman, and being a lot more sober this weekend, it was an incredible sensation again. It's very hard to explain just why kissing another woman is different. For me, there's just something more there that is wired straight to my desires. The softness, the delicate feeling, how her tongue feels versus a mans ... When we parted, I told her that what had happened following our friend’s wedding had tormented me all week. We laughed together, as she admitted she surprised herself by being so forward. She admitted that she was very nervous if things had gone too far, and would it just turn into one of those "weird" things that would make this summer's baseball awkward.

We stood in the kitchen for a while, just chatting about last weekend, our thoughts over the past week ... a little confessional moment between us without having to face the husbands. Sometimes they just don't need to be in on things. Lisa told me that she strongly suspected I had a little bisexual twist in me. I guess some of those after-game parties in baseball season might have given something away ... but it certainly turned out on a hot note.

For a little while longer, she and I were hanging off each other, snuggling on the couch, cuddling and holding hands while we chatted with the guys again, etc. Part of it was to see how crazy we could make our husbands, of course. Finally mine suggests a little wine out in the hot tub. So we all got ready and headed outside. I'll be honest, I have no idea if our neighbours will talk to us again. I don't know what they saw or heard ... Nor do I really care! LOL

Come on in, the water's great!

But what you want to know is the good stuff, right?

It took Lisa and I about 3 seconds to get topless once we were in. Both of us were already beyond horny, and this was just the excuse we needed. We snuggled up close to each other and waited for our husbands to join us. What a site we must have been because you could see their swimsuits were .... uh .... in need of a little adjusting. So, once they were in the water we told them that the suits had to go. My husband was quick to point out we were only topless ... as were they. It wasn't like I needed too much encouragement so I stood up, hiding my breasts with my hands (mostly because it was cold) and stood between Lisa's legs. She pulled down my bikini bottoms, revealing my ass to the guys. Well, one of them has seen it numerous times anyway.

After some joking around, all four of us reached the totally nude stage ... but again, with bubbles and water, you couldn't see an awful lot anyway. 

Cutting to the chase, Lisa and I started a bit of fondling with each other. I sat on her lap and we started making out, and she would suck on my nipples between the kissing. Her hands were gently rubbing my butt, while I played with her breasts, teasing her nipples until they were hard. We carried on like this for a while, until my husband pulled me over to his lap. I guess the guys just didn't feel the same way about each other ... He and I made out for a bit and his rock hard cock was pushing against me.

Things were going pretty hot and heavy, and I'm not 100 per cent on who initiated things, but next thing I know, I'm kind of floating off my husband's lap and over to Lisa's husband, while she switches too. Now, I wasn't really expecting things to go this way. I figured a little teasing, tormenting, follow-up on what got started last weekend between a couple of horny girls. As I begin to slide onto his lap, the angle of things was almost just a bit ... um ... penetrating. This guy was hard as steel and the head of his manhood was just about pushing right between everything I got!

Now, before you jump to any conclusions ... there was a big part of me knowing that this was not where your sweet, innocent Andee wanted to take things. But as I managed to adjust myself properly this man's dick was rubbing me in all the right ways. As I kissed him, he would flex himself against me, driving me absolutely insane ...

Whew ... ok ... I gotta take just a little break and prepare myself to finish. The blog that is, guys, finish the blog ....

Andee

xoxo

Tartan | The schoolgirl look gets its day?

For anyone who has an affection for tartan, Happy Robbie Burns Day. Now, I hardly expect that hundreds of years ago, the Scottish poet would have had any idea of the effect tartan has on you men in these modern times.

Andee Tartan By Special Request

Of course, I’m not really referring to the idea of the traditional kilt (although, yes, I do have an authentic one bought for me by my mother-in-law a number of years ago – I guess she figured I could use one that didn’t resemble my old school uniform). I am referring to the delightful fetish that has emerged with the advent of the miniskirt, and a Catholic schoolgirl’s ability to roll the waistband of her tartan uniform in such a fashion that the hemline becomes dangerously high. All on purpose mind you.

Here in Canada, one of our federal politicians is proposing an official National Tartan Day. Don’t confuse me knowing this with any kind of political insight; I only know it because my hubby mentioned it this morning. Like me, he has a slightly twisted view of this. I’ve got a very healthy dose of Italian in my blood, he’s as English as they come … so neither of us have any direct connection to Scotland. However, I did look it up and there are 4,719,850 people of Scottish decent in Canada … so maybe a lot of support for the proposal.

The humour in the idea, for my hubby’s perverse little mind, is that we could have an official day where women could dress like schoolgirls, wearing their tartan kilts to the office, etc. He said imagine how that would go over …

When my husband first met me (prepare yourself for the scandal…) I was still in high school, and still very much a typical Catholic schoolgirl. Later, when we began dating, he shared his fascination with me over the uniform. Thankfully I was still able to squeeze my behind into that uniform on occasion just for him (and a few thousand visitors to my website where it has resurfaced in more ‘legal age’ photos). Every now and then it pays to slip on a little mini-kilt and torment him into submission.

I guess he figures that a national day of recognition might be a worthy cause to get behind. According to my extremely scientific research (I Googled), the schoolgirl look remains firmly in the Top 5 Most Popular Costumes for women, so there may be a substantial amount of support by Canadian men.

And apparently, the unofficial Tartan Day remains a top priority in my household …

Andee

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Swinging | What We Can't Share

So the guy sitting behind me on this train trip is snoring like a dog with nasal congestion … and some freakin’ high school kid just got on with the crotch of his pants LITERALLY at his knees. He has to walk like some penguin. Lord, please change teen fashions before my children grow up!

But that’s not why you are here, is it?

To my weekend …

It’s amazing the kind of conversations you have when people are skirting around the issues.

I know there are a few of you out there waiting for my update from my Saturday night, and I promise it will be worth waiting for. It’s just going to take me a bit to finish getting all my thoughts together! But if you need a hint - like I responded in a Tweet this afternoon, my half-time show yesterday was way better than the football my hubby was watching! New batteries made the weekly grocery list.

Anyway, back to the first point …

I find it funny that when people all have the same thing in mind, but there is no one openly willing to make that first foray taking those thoughts to action, the conversation can get pretty damn deep. Things pretty much shaped up to be the casual mood I expected, with lots of the usual innuendo and gossip. As with many things, a couple drinks tend to loosen up the inhibitions, as well as the mouth. Each of us edges a bit deeper into riskier, racier territory as the conversation builds; trying to be insightful but hiding that we really want to just say, “Let’s get naked and fuck.”

By the time we’d all had a few and settled into feeling comfortable, we got into the debate of sexuality, dating and swinging. It seems that our friends, much like us, have harboured some real curiosities for some time. But the biggest fear has been in the ability actually “talk” about it. For some reason - and I’m not as naïve as some would believe - the concept of consenting adults sharing openly remains one of the last true taboos in our culture. Sure there are some serious morality issues out there that I think the majority of a mentally and sexually sound society agrees with, but swinging borders on the edge.

From our perspective, we were into it about how today’s youthful society endorses collective sexuality among women - basically, it’s OK for a bunch of guys to sit around the poolside during Spring Break while a bunch of college girls go at it. There are numerous mixed messages in the media, and it just seems that this particular generation have gotten past the “monogamy-only” aspect of life … BUT only if they are unmarried women.

I constantly find myself in a state of struggle and confusion with my sexuality and my lack of opportunity to openly discuss it without judgement. I guess this is why my blogging has become such a key part of my adventure. The young women I work with freely post their crazy weekend photos on Facebook accounts and Tweet about their antics as things are happening, yet the two gold rings on my left hand - my engagement ring and wedding band - almost represent a social barrier to doing the same. Free choice says I could do whatever I please, but society says “Don’t do it girl, you will regret it.” My blog lets me vent, lets me share and express my sexual frustrations while I wait for my husband to replace the batteries in my toys! LOL

Of course, I’m not advocating a whole new set of rules within marriages. I know enough couples that can’t even say “sex” in front of other people without extreme embarrassment. Those are the ones I like to surprise when they learn that I’m not exactly what I seem to be. Sometimes I think I work harder at hiding that part of me more than I work at being the “shy, quiet one.” I also know enough couples that struggle with even the basics of civility … introducing new sexual boundaries or “friends with benefits” into the mix would be a disaster.

But why can’t those consenting adults explore, experience and experiment without being judged or labelled?

I’m certainly not one to be a flag-waving lesbian, but I would like to be able to honest when someone says “How was your weekend.” Somehow saying “Great, we got naked in the hot tub with my friend and her husband” would seriously raise some eyebrows - and not in a good way for my work environment.

My friend revealed that she had resisted for a long time at even hinting with me about her own thoughts and desires for fear of the exact same reason. She told me that she had long “suspected” there was something more, something deeper to me than just another player on the baseball team … yes, cue the puns … She said she admired how I could make suggestive comments and jokes with the other women we knew. And as it turns out she spent the week completely second guessing everything that happened after our friend’s wedding. (Don’t worry, we collectively put an end to those thoughts) And as it turns out, both her and her husband have secretly dabbled in the “lifestyle” much like my husband and I ... and had a couple experiences that also left them wondering what the hell they were getting into.

Sadly, we now find ourselves deeply cloistered with each others’ secret because of social mores that say “married people can’t play.”

Kinda sucks …

But, on the upside, those dirty jokes at baseball will bring a little naughtier smirk to our faces.

Andee

xoxo

Naked Photos | Why Pose For Porn

Winter's back in my neighbourhood with a vengeance. Snowing again tonight, and it's expected to keep going until Monday, which I think totally sucks. Hubby is on the road for a couple days this week, leaving me to fend for myself a bit when it comes to blogging and carrying on. Oh well, hopefully you're all keeping warm with naughty thoughts while I wait for the weekend!

Here's something I hope you enjoy for today! This was something that came up in conversation this week, as it has in the past a few times. So, a bit more Q&A which I thought was a good one since I just posted a new update this week on my website ... I apologize if it comes out sounding a bit self-absorbed or vain.

What motivates you to pose for nude or sexual photography? Is it exhibitionism, a need of money, a desire to do something naughty, or something else entirely?

Well, I’d have to say it a little of all of that. Years ago (before I was legal age), I did some modeling for a local photographer. I always enjoyed the way it felt to be in front of the camera an d to be creative. One of his pictures of me won a national award for him, and hung in a local restaurant for years. Another photo won a photographer the chance to have his work hanging in the Canadian pavilion at Walt Disney World for a year ... I guess you could say that was a nice boost to my ego.

Andee - Update 337

When I met my husband, he was working as a photographer for a newspaper. The natural progression was that I did some modeling for him, and for some print advertising at the time. As things go with couples, over time, we started to explore our relationship and adventurous spirit a little bit more. We had a few fun moments in the darkroom back then!

Then, after I had my first child, I was feeling like a lot of women do: maybe not as attractive as that perky little teenager who modeled, and not quite the same woman my husband married. Although he always tried to make me feel I was still beautiful in his eyes, I didn’t feel it. By this time, the Internet was a big thing, and digital cameras were beginning to become affordable. When he bought one, we naturally “experimented” and then, on a bit of a dare (OK ... I lost the bet), posted a couple pics to an amateur, voyeur-type website. The comments that I got back on there were amazing. Although I do take what comments I get on the Internet with a big grain of reality salt, it still made me feel attractive and even more intrigued.

It’s one thing to know and feel that you are still the one for your husband, but I think every woman likes to know if she can still attract the attention of other men. There’s a little vanity in everyone, and this was one of mine ... it still is. It was kind of thrilling to know that a lot of guys enjoyed seeing these kind of naughty pictures of me. The thought kinda turned me on, and it certainly led to a lot of great moments with my husband.

Andee - Update 337

I guess I would say I am a bit of an exhibitionist. I love modeling – and have done some legitimate work over the years and hope to do more. I love the feeling of being the focus of someone’s creative attention, and I love the kind of excitement and fun it has brought to my marriage. I love feeling sexy and attractive, and I love the opportunity to get dressed up in all kinds of sexy clothes and lingerie. Creating this persona that has evolved in “Andee” has been a wonderful adventure in life – and hey, you only go around once. Life is too short for hang-ups.

After the amateur site experience, someone e-mailed us and told us about Southern Charms, where I now have my own site. The idea of taking this exhibitionism to a bigger level was both a little scary and exciting. There are a lot of times when I have enjoyed the whole concept of my naughty little secret – and times when it has become a nightmare. The idea of making a little extra money just for posing and getting undressed is also nice, but I wouldn’t say it’s the main reason why I chose to do it. If it was just about the money, I’d probably have gone a much more hardcore route, because that’s about the only way to really make the money in Internet “porn.” I’ll never quit my day-job on what we get from our naughty little hobby. But it’s much more exciting that collecting stamps!

Andee
xoxo

The Adventure Is Back On Track

Damn, it's cold out there this morning! You know, so cold the snow actually 'squeaks' underneath you. Brrr ... hopefully these will be some warmth thoughts for you.

I promised someone special I would write about my weekend and about how much fun I had at our friend's wedding. The bride was a friend I have played baseball with for a few years, and worked with a while back. Now, this isn't really so much about the wedding - because as you must know, most of the good fun happens at the after-parties! LOL

Things started out pretty innocently. I love getting dressed up for things like this, so I wanted to look good. I put on one of my favourite dresses and in the end I opted for a sexy pair of boots. Things are snowy enough here that sky-high stilettos are not the best choice and I didn‘t really find the pair I was looking for.

The evening progressed as it should, with a lovely dinner and the customary speeches by people who should not really give speeches. Tears, laughs, awkward silences ... Come on people, they’ve done this once already and we all know the secrets behind how they met!

When the music started and the drinks had been flowing for a bit, quite a few of us were enjoying this one couple dancing. They were young ... if she was 18 I need new glasses. Anyway, they were obviously enjoying the moment, doing some dirty dancing, leg humping, crotch grinding stuff most of the night. Completely inappropriate for a wedding, but if you knew my friend, the bride, you would also know that she would find it hilarious.

As the night progressed, and the dancing progressed, I was feeling no pain. My husband was making it difficult to maintain a sense of "prudence" as our "imitations" of this young couple was also - not exactly intentionally - putting me in the right mood for a bit more than just that. By the time the bride and groom were ready to leave, so was I!

One of the other couples invited us back to their place for a few drinks and such. It was still relatively early, so I figured we could go and still get home for a bit of fun myself. On the way over to their house my husband was teasing and tormenting the hell out of me. He “jokingly” reminded me that the last wedding we went to I was ‘commando’ because the dress revealed damn near everything. So, in the spirit of ‘wedding tradition’ I slipped mine off right there in the front seat. And this being January in freakin’ ‘Sno-ronto’ I told him he better keep me all warmed up. By the time we got to our friend's house, I was about as sexually frustrated as one can get.

For the most part, things were pretty typical while we were there ... just sitting and laughing about the young couple on the dance floor, etc. The guys went to play some pool in the basement while my other friend and I stayed in upstairs chatting. At one point she went and got me another drink and when she brought it over to me is when I got the surprise of ... not quite of a lifetime, but damn close.

I was sitting on a stool, they have this kind of "breakfast bar" setup in their house. The kind that divides the room. Earlier she had been sitting in the living room beside her husband on the arm of the chair. What I didn't realize was that from their angle, if I turned a certain way, they could see I was ‘commando.’ She's telling me this as she is standing right in front of me ... leaning in as if she was telling me a secret.

My first reaction - despite what you guys read and think - was total embarrassment. Until I felt her hand on my leg. Now, I've had a few bisexual experiences in my life, but I wasn't expecting this from her. I think my friend sensed my surprise, because she leaned in even more, kind of putting herself in between my knees as I sat on this stool, and put her mouth beside my ear and whispered "It's OK."

Of course, what she didn't know at that moment was I'm thinking, "Damn right it's OK." LOL

She was looking at me, in that close-in way, as if to try to read my mind as her hand gently stroked the inside of my knee - safe but still sexy I‘m sure she was thinking. I was definitely into this, so I tried to return a little of the surprise to her by initiating a kiss. Her lips were wonderful. I had never thought in all the times of playing baseball with her that she had any desires this way. I tend to talk and joke a bit too much sometimes, so I think the other women on my team have an idea that I’m not this naive little thing I try to pretend to be.

Anyway ... as we were kissing, she found that I was quite wet and turned on. Sadly, a quick little touch was about all I seemed to be getting and the rest of the evening proved to be just an incredible sexual frustration for me. When it came time for my husband and I to leave, as she was hugging me goodbye she told me that earlier in the night, her husband first thought I wasn't wearing any panties, and so he tried to sit where he could figure it out. When she was sitting with him, he was getting a clear view and was hard as a rock ...

On the way home I told my husband about what happened while they were downstairs shooting pool. he said "I know..." Apparently he and the other husband were "told" to make themselves scarce.

I've invited them over for this weekend ...
Andee
xoxo

Sex | Location, Location, Location

Lately my husband has started joking with me saying that perhaps instead of a "honey do" list, we needed a "do honey" list. I don't know about you, but I'm all for it…

Today, I was looking for a little inspiration along those lines and found an interesting little article about putting some excitement back into the moment by getting out of the bedroom and usual routine and doing it elsewhere. As you have come to know about me, I'm all for that kind of action, so I did start a little list for myself.

The article, citing a sex expert (Where does one apply for that position?), says couples might want to "try off-beat sex destinations and convert them into sensuous love dens." Well, I got all excited thinking I was going to read about some fantastic off-beat destinations to give my libido a good workout and take my mind off the reality of winter ... until I found out that it was just about having more sex around the house:

"Talking of sex variations, a place can influence a couples' pleasure quotient. Any place outside the stereotypical bedroom will help couples keep alive their sexual fire. The reason why they find hotel rooms more appealing than their bedrooms is for because it's a new pleasure playground that takes their mind away from mundane domesticity and adds a zing of excitement. So, if they pay a little attention and experiment with the decor of certain places within their own homes, they can perform wonders in their sex life."

It got me thinking about how this could have been a little more intriguing if the writer gave some thought to taking sex to an even higher level of excitement. By nature, I think we're all exhibitionists in our little way. So why not put a hint of risk into the act and create new pleasure with a story behind it. Getting it on in the garage just doesn't seem crazy to me - unless you're doing it with the door open for the neighbours to see! LOL

Maybe I just need new wallpaper?

Someone once asked me where the craziest place was I had sex. Well, I can't say I've done it swinging from the chandeliers at Caesar's Palace or anything, but there is one place that still stands out in my mind as exciting for me. After my husband and I went to a "lifestyle club" for the very first time, we pulled over beside a cornfield on the way home because I was so horny I just had to get some. So, there we were on the side of the road, I had my hands on the back of the car, my minidress hiked up to my waist and loving every minute of it.

I was kind of sad when it rained a few days later and washed my handprints from the windshield ...

When I first mentioned this idea for today’s entry, I made mention that I don’t have any really wild and crazy location stories to speak of. Of course, today has been so freakin’ cold I’m sure any body fluids would freeze immediately should you try for a little outdoor excitement. It just makes me even more desperate for a tropical getaway…

My husband starting talking about how cool it would be to take a “sex vacation.” Not a break from doing it, but an actual trip to somewhere with the sole purpose of getting it on. I have to admit I am intrigued by the idea. I wonder if there are actual travel companies that specialize in something like this for couples.

And yes, I am well aware of the Hedonism resorts in Jamaica … but having sex at a swingers’ resort isn’t exactly an extraordinary experience. It seems from the many brochures I’ve seen, the whole idea for the resort is sex … and more sex … and maybe sex with some new.

I’m talking about exotic escapes to tree-top cabanas or intimate ocean-side huts … stuff like that.

Anyway, I'd loved to hear some of your kinky, exciting, unusual, etc. places ... might give me a good idea for some future exploration!

Andee

xoxo

OMG | WTF RU TXTING

Some Monday morning thoughts on guys and dating ... still 'recovering' from the weekend ...

So the rumour mill is that, once again, ol’ Taylor Swift got dumped by telephone. I know … wait until her next album and she’ll spill the goods in a song. You’d think the poor girl is the only one out there that has ever endured a bad dumping (and yes, there are some good dumpings …)

At our house we've been talking a lot about different communication styles lately, and how things are so different today in the world. Thankfully (for his own safety) my hubby has said he could never bring himself to hiding behind modern technology to do some of the necessary relationship dirty work. But people are out there hiding behind it, doing everything from being fired by e-mail to wedding proposals by texting!

And seriously, when did 'text' become a verb?

Anyway, it's all been quite enlightening, as I am really a technological nitwit on the best of days. I was forced to own a cell phone - thanks to crashing my car. I use ‘social networking’ because it was strongly recommended as a good way to ‘market’ my website … although I am becoming more of an addicted blogger. I never kept a diary as a young girl because my brother would have used it against me - not that he doesn’t think I’m going to hell now anyway.

And the Internet dating thing? Fill out another online profile?

But I think my lack of experience in the 'Crackberry' world would be an issue if I was out there dating.

On Friday morning, the hosts of my favourite radio morning station were talking about how more than 50 per cent of new couples today met via the Internet. I personally know some couples who have found success that way, but equally so know people whose “online dating” experience turned into disasters.

Of course, nothing that the old fashioned way hasn’t produced … but given how wired we are as a society today (let’s see, 19 seats in my little section of the train car right now, 7 people are on their crackberries, 4 have ipods going, 4 are reading, and one I think is sleeping or dead. Have to wait until we get to the station to figure that out … They must think I‘m the loonie because I‘m the only one typing away madly on a netbook!) Electronic gadgets are everywhere in our lives now.

Here's something I lifted from a cheesy women's magazine about dating in the electronic world ... so just message me if you want! LOL

"When your date opts to e-mail you - rather than call - he could be a hard nut to crack. The fact that he chooses a communication method that allows him to edit what he says signals that he might not want to show his true self," says Jeff Bryson, PhD, professor of psychology at San Diego State University.

An IM addict craves your non-stop attention and needs that instant assurance that you're there for him.

And the phone fan? He might be a little old-fashioned and likes to do things by the book. But, according to the professor, "he's not afraid of intimacy."

Well, that and naughty phone calls in the middle of the night ... or day if it gets real interesting!

Andee

xoxo

Affairs | My Shocking 'Admission'

It was a shocking revelation to me ... to learn that I, according to some experts, have been carrying on not one - but numerous - extramarital affairs. Shocking, because in the moments that these have allegedly occurred, I saw myself as doing nothing of a kind. I saw myself as simply exploring a world of online entertainment.

The affairs, as certain experts point out, are not traditional in that anything "physical" has occurred, but rather fall into the newest category up for debate - emotional infidelity!

Yes, it seems that I have been carrying on in such a way that I must bear the Scarlet Letter.

Of course, the hiccup in the concept comes as one explores deeper the idea of an "affair." These experts, as noted in a recent prominent magazine article, suggest that anytime someone in a committed relationship allows a certain level of emotional vulnerability to occur online, then regardless of the "physical," the "infidelity" has occurred. But, that is to suggest that there is some secrecy involved, that relationships and erotic moments that may occur in this process are "hidden" from the spouse.

Thank God everything I did last night was purely physical!

But it made me ponder for a moment whether or not I fit the bill ... so I asked my husband as I confessed my many online sins.

Wait, that just removed the level of secrecy ... hmm ... maybe not my best move. Damn wedding hangovers.

But there are no secrets to speak of ... ours is a journey together, shared on many levels and openly acknowledging certain conditions must exist in order for that journey to progress. Hell, he spends many a night lying in bed beside me with the laptop open so he can proofread and help me with my blogging. And while I don’t dish the conversations I have on any chat service, he knows that I frequently engage in such tawdry nonsense.

Oh, how disappointed my mother must be in me …

The debate has almost "raged" in our house for over an entire Sunday morning coffee; so intense and complex was the subject at hand. And in those somewhat terse 15 minutes, we reached a conclusion without the need of marriage counselling. We got naked and did it, pausing only to ask: How many others would dare view the idea of conversation, occasional role-play and pander as "illicit emotional infidelity?"

Surely not I ... 

The amusing side of how this came about runs through the article to an idea as to how many "keep" their involvement online to themselves. Is it a fantasy world, filled with dreams of lasting true love, or brief moments of desperate sexual release? What is the truth behind the cyber-reality ... ? It seems the majority of people living a secret online do not include their partners.

So just how can you tell? Here are some 'warnings' I found this morning ...

How much time do you spend online?
If you spend more than three hours a week chatting with and exchanging personal information with a member of the opposite sex you are having an online affair. (Oops ... I guess three hours a day might be an issue then)
Is your online friend a secret?
Have you shared the fact that you have an online friend with your spouse? Do you keep it to yourself because you know your spouse would react negatively? Maybe you don’t tell because the idea of having a friend your spouse doesn’t know about is exciting to you. (Another oops ... oh wait, damn he reads this!)
Do you share relationship issues with your online friend?
Is he/she someone you feel comfortable sharing marital problems? (Well I sure as hell wouldn't share that with his mother!)
Is your online friend a better listener than your spouse?
When you share person details and problems, does your online friend always respond in the way you need? (Husbands are supposed to listen? Did you read that one Mr. Man?)
Are you beginning to resent your spouse?
Are you making comparisons between your online friend and your spouse? (Why can't I just reboot my husband when he acts up? And don't get me started on that whole Defrag thing at Christmas, mister)
Do you have less interest in sex with your spouse?
To begin with, you may fantasize about your online friend during sex with your spouse. Then you may lose all sexual interest in your spouse and replace it with sexual fantasies and longings for your online friend. (Thank God my sex toys staged an intervention!)
Do you exchange photos with your online friend?
Have you sent your online friend a photo of yourself? Have the two of you sent each other erotic and sexually suggestive photos of yourself? If not, has the thought crossed your mind? (Hell no, you can visit my website like the millions of other guys!)

"Physical infidelity is overrated," one expert explains in the article. "It's easier for a couple to get over a one-night stand than an emotional affair." Really? “Allowing yourself to be clouded between the reality of life, and the escape of the Internet may be where the affair really begins, because that is when one makes the conscious decision to hide a part of themselves.”

Wow … how curious. My husband suggested we put on Brad Paisley’s “So Much Cooler Online” while I dish my thoughts to the keyboard.

For me these "affairs" of mine are neither ones of the heart nor mind, but rather of simplicity and self-discovery ... one that my partner willingly allows to occur.

Wonder what the experts have to say on that?

Happy Sunday … “Go (insert your favourite playoff football team here)!”

Andee

xoxo

Stilettos | Hip Wiggles On The Hunt

Nothing like a great pair of shoes for a sexy weekend ...

Hey guys! Only a quickie for this very snowy Saturday morning. Hubby has one of my little men at hockey practice and when he gets home we’re off to find me a sexy pair of heels for the night. A friend of ours is getting married and, while I have the dress picked out, I felt like I wanted something fresh to go with it. Of course, hubby has a thing for high heels, and the prospect of some good times after the nuptials makes it easy to convince him to take me to the mall.

This is the second go-round for both bride and groom, so it’s not going to be one of those crazy Cinderella affairs (oops, maybe the wrong word … lol). I’m really looking forward to just going out and having a reason to celebrate with a few other couples we are friends with.

I absolutely LOVE these shoes!

The one thing I do love about weddings is getting all dressed up and going out and having a great time. Of course, that also means a delightful change in shoes - as I have to wear relatively sensible footwear at work. But a sexy set of stilettos also means a little prep work. This is something I found a while back and have been waiting for the right time ... and nothing like today!

When Marilyn Monroe had her stilettos made uneven heights to accentuate her hip-wiggle, she understood the power of high heels. Ridiculous, to be sure, but her point might have been this: If you're going to wear heels, wear them well.

1. Posture is critical. Keep your spine upright and slightly arched, and shoulders back to avoid hunching over.
2. Start with one foot coming out at a slight outward angle, striking with the heel first. As you walk, continue the heel-toe step.
3. Minding your posture -- imagine there's a string in your head, pulling you up -- use your arms and hips to change the centre of rotation in your body. As your hips rotate one way, your shoulders should angle slightly the other way for balance.
4. Shorten your stride. It's easy to spot someone unaccustomed to heels by her klumping, bouncing footfall and hunched back.
5. Loosen up. It's all in the hips. If they're too stiff, your gait will be off and you'll end up off-balance.
6. Start with shorter heels and wear them around the house, especially if they're new. Walking over a variety of surfaces like carpet and tile will help too.
7. Carry bandages in your purse at all times.

Anyway ... done properly, that power of the high heel will translate into wobbly knees later on - and that has nothing to do with the actual heel!

Andee

xoxo

Gold Band | Naked Digits & Marital Woes

There's been a lot of buzz lately surrounding the "naked" left hand of certain celebrities - including the American First Lady. It seems that some of these women have been caught out in public - scandals abound! - without their wedding rings. 

Now, the some of news I have read stressed this "trend" as some of these women's personal statements of independence. Jennifer Lopez, who is rarely in tabloids for reasons other than marital issues once claimed her ring did not match her dress. The so-called "experts" for the dishy news simply say it showed she's having relationship problems again. Then, this past holiday season, the matrimonial/coupledoml world collapsed around Milas Kunis and Macauley Culkin, Eva Longoria and Tony Parker, Taylor Swift and the subject of her next pop-country single … Shakira and some Brazilian dude no one cares about … couple carnage everywhere. 

"Anytime a woman takes off her wedding ring it sends a powerful message," says a body language expert Patti Wood. "A wedding ring symbolizes your bond and union. No matter what a woman says, it is not a fashion statement. In rare cases it is because there are problems with fingers swelling or the ring being lost, but women will speak to that immediately." 

Giving some thought to Mrs. Obama ... something tells me that there's not relationship issues. Maybe it didn't fit under her new slimline leather gloves as winter smashes the east. 

As a married woman, I'm always amused by the over-analysis that goes into this. I frequently go without both my engagement and wedding ring because my work environment demands sterility, not to mention how much of a pain they are when you wear latex gloves all day. But, the perceived message from others - especially some of the men I work with - seems to automatically click to marital troubles. Of course, in moments of flirtatious delight, the lack of rings can be used as fodder. 

The funny thing about it is that there is definitely a double standard when it comes to the gold bands. My father has probably worn his wedding band a dozen times in his life. He spent his career working with his hands as a tradesman, so the ring was both a health hazard ... and a conductor! Shocking in more than one way! But, at my workplace - which is far removed from the limelight that women like JLo exist under - I frequently see known married men without wedding rings. Does that suggest marital issues? 

According to my coffee-time education, yes it does. The "experts" also suggest that when a man wears his ring it is a symbol of his bond with his wife, without it his message is "I'm open for offers." Are men in that much of a hunt? Are they seriously in perpetual motion to find the next notch on their bedpost? 

I hope not ... my husband only removes his wedding ring for hockey - but as a goalie, that ring has been bent more times from stopping slapshots than I care to remember. But if he is removing it to suggest he is open for offers ... in a dressing room full of sweaty, stinky guys; maybe there are some issues I'm not aware of! LOL 

Perhaps I'll just slip on some heels and a miniskirt, slip off the rings and head out for my own research ... I'm always game for a little exploration between the sexes! Hmm … we have a wedding to go to this weekend, so maybe I can use that a testing ground? Might be a bit of competition though. 

If you want to see me in just my wedding rings, feel free to slip on over to my website … they are one of the few things that don’t come off in my photos! 

Andee

xoxo

Hosiery | Dressing Up My Legs

I think this probably borders on the most sexually charged, innuendo-filled conversation I’ve had to date with my Office Guys …

I made the unusual-for-me decision to wear a snazzy business suit to work. Actually, it wasn’t so much out of place, given that I had to make a presentation to my boss’ boss on a training course that I have asked to go to later this spring. I believe in good impressions start with the very fickle - but real - visual appearance. Anyway, it left me ‘stuck’ in a suit all day around a bunch of men that don’t always get to see the “dress to impress” version of me apparently. I guess scrubs just aren’t sexy.

Me in the Power Suit...

I also made the rare decision for me to wear pantyhose. Well, it is winter and life is way too chilly for bare legs and tights just don’t go with the ‘power suit’ look.

Out of all that came the question: “Pantyhose or stockings, which is better?"

Hmm … well, I lied to them with a wink saying I would never tell them if I wore stockings. Of course my answer was meant to leave them wondering - but not hard enough to blow a brain cell on it. Truthfully, it completely depends on the situation, the outfit and the prospect of what is yet to come.

I waver between understanding men’s fascination with them; mostly because even I can appreciate a great pair of legs - and if you have them why not show them off. And I’m certainly not naïve to how a skirt or dress sends you guys into a tizzy. At my work, what the women wear is one of the leading conversations among the men. Some days it makes you want to play along and be part of their conversation - let’s admit it, even in our 30s we still have a thread of vanity and desire to be the centre of attention. As a teen it was approval of our peers, as a wife and mom it is to know we are still attractive to men who aren’t married to us.

Me in Pantyhose?

So if a pair of pantyhose gets things going, why not. It’s not a perfect relationship for me … mostly because I see how incredible some other women look when they can pull off the pantyhose look. But then I remember what it’s like trying to squeeze my ass into them and then I just get bitchy jealous. The concept of bunching, rolling, runs and twisting takes over and I’m back to reality. Maybe someone could explain why they’re a big fetish to me … my Office Guys tried and then it just sunk into innuendo and suggestive jokes.

Work is the most appropriate place for pantyhose. As much as you may to fuel your imaginations with fantasies of slipping into a supply room and hiking my skirt for a little afternoon coffee break quickie, things like that are extremely rare in my real life. That’s not to say the opportunity - or invitation - has not presented itself; I’m just saying that moments like that are rare.

The thing with me and pantyhose though is that I hate them. I refer to them as sausage casings, because that is what I feel like they are. And being one of those women who fall pretty much in between sizes, there just isn’t a pair out there I have discovered that are perfect. I’ve come close a couple of times, so when it’s a necessity I don’t feel outrageously ridiculous in them.

Me in Thigh-highs?

I don’t mind tights, or some heavier versions of ‘pantyhose’ because for some reason, those seem to work for me when I’m wearing a dress or skirt. The latest look of footless tights with boots is a great example of how someone out there in fashion heaven has heard my prayers.

Now, outside of work I’m much more adventurous when my hosiery. Thigh-highs, stay-ups, stockings - whatever you want to call them - are much more in vogue with me. If I need to wear something like a cocktail or classy dress, like this past holiday season where it seemed like almost every weekend we were off to something, a pair of thigh-highs let a bit more of the adventurous me to come out and play, while still preserving enough of my reputation as a “lady.” I love how I can sexy it up between my husband and I with a pair. That way, he has something on his mind all night long … In some cases it is also exceptionally erotic to let a little flash of the lacy top slip in. I know, very cliché … but hey, I never claimed to be the inventor of the fine art of fashion flirtation; just a dedicated student of whatever it takes!

Of course, all was not lost in sexually-charged conversation today. I caught my Cute Guy from the train sneaking a peek … someone’s getting laid tonight!

Andee

xoxo

PS - If you want to see some of my favourite photos from 2010, slip over to my website for a sexy peek!