Tuesday, January 29, 2008
But I have to confess that I've never paid that much attention to the keywords people use to search for me.
So for your amusement, here are today's search terms that have recently lead people to Tabu.... Behind Closed Doors. Pretty interesting, eh, Grasshopper?
Guess which are my personal favorites and win a special Tabu treat (to be revealed ONLY to the winner!) Use the comment feature to take your shot.
Good luck and may the Force be in me!
Monday, January 28, 2008
I'm ready to slip right into my stilettos: my website offers a special rate for them ($525/hr; exactly 1.5 times my ordinary rate for an individual) and I candidly state that I enjoy both men and women. (And anyone who reads my blogs about swinging knows that I'm more than bi-flexible.)
But when it comes to actually booking and seeing a couple... well, I could get laid in a convent more easily.
Something always goes a little wacko when they call. First of all, 99% of the time, it's the husband, and he's either 1) conspiratorially planning a "seductive surprise" for his uninterested and unsuspecting Vanilla Wife, or 2) he's oozing pretension and assuring me that I should overlook my screening requirements so I can meet his Trophy Wife, who's 33, a 40DD nymphomaniac and a former Playboy bunny.
Sigh. In the first instance, why is it my job to clue Mr. Horny Toad in that his conservative lady will not only NOT appreciate his thoughtfulness in procuring a hooker for them-- she may very well take a really big walk. With half his wallet and all of the house.
To Mr. Trophy Wife, I want to say,"This is freakin' South Florida, dude! You can't swing a cat without hitting a bleached blond beach bunny with 40 double D's. And if your wife is so hot, (whose existence I doubt) why not introduce her to the local talent here at a swing club? I'm sure you'd have them lined up."
Everyone needs a hobby, I suppose, (mine's stamp collecting), but I just wish these guys would take up golf.
Then I could spend more of my time licking. Meow.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Hello, Pretty Woman!
I just wanted to tell you that you take my breath away. I'm sure you hear that alot in your business, but I mean it.
I'm a biomedical engineer in _____, Florida, and have my own business too. I just had to contact you as ever since I've seen your face (especially eyes) I know we have some kind of special connection. I don't know if you're married or anything. But, if you're not, and ever in Florida, please send me an email and I would be honored to take you out for a lovely dinner and walk along one of our wonderful beaches. I think we could end up becoming great friends - and that's something very special in the world today.
I don't know anything about your industry (except you're beautiful!) but if you would just like a new friend, I know there's just something about you that is wonderful.
I attached a pic of myself if you're interested in being friends (I've lost some weight since!)
So given my feelings, I feel I really took it easy on him... and even gave his "innocence" the benefit of the doubt.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Peyton thinks long and hard, looks God in the eye, and says, "I believe in hard work, and in staying true to family and friends. I believe in giving. I was lucky, but I always tried to do right by my fans."
God can't help but see the essential goodness of Manning, and offers him a seat at his left hand.
Then God turns to Brett Favre and says, "What do you believe?"
Brett says, "I believe passion, discipline, courage and honor are the fundamentals of life.
I, too, have been lucky, but win or lose, I've always tried to be a true sportsman, both on and off the playing fields."
God is greatly moved by Brett's sincere eloquence, and he offers him a seat at his right hand.
Finally, God turns to Tom Brady: "And you, Tom, what do you believe?"
Tom replies, "I believe you're in my seat. "
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Saturday-- hit the swing club to debut the new sheer dress that cupped my ass SO invitingly...and spun around the stripper pole once or twice for good measure.
My lithe and beautiful friend from Maine smiled all night long-- I sat back and gave her a thumbs-up as she conquered the room.
Monday night-- well, it was Tabu to the rescue as a lonely friend from CA needed a sweet and tasty treat to make his evening complete.
Umm. I love my sexy life.
If you'd like to be part of it, check out my website for best way to get on my calendar.I'm breathing a little faster already.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
It's a natural reaction... but how true?
That same week, I was proudly lifting a 50 lb box when a woman irritated me by warning me against it. "You'll hurt yourself with that, get a man to do it," she admonished.
Maybe it's simply context. I don't like my strength being minimized by virtue of my gender. Likewise, the object of my admiration, Mr Muscles, may not like being stereotyped as a big lug.
The fact is, we all start out female. Whether we grow a Mr. Happy or not is purely an afterthought of our chromosomes. So there must be something about women that makes good raw material for everyone. However, that universal truth failed to console me years ago.
When I was little, I wished desperately to be a boy. Even now, I think being a man must be delightful-- having that sexy meat to swing around. But I've gown fond of the eternal and internal mysteries of pink, as well.
In the end, I've come to believe that we're all a big happy mess of everything. That's the only way I can account for my men friends who cry at the movies, my bodybuilder buds with clits, and everyone in between.
Long ago, Nature must have realized something we're still discovering. So when I look at myself in the mirror-- strong and feminine-- I smile. My little engine, like yours, purrs along as one of evolution's first hybrids.
As long as it runs, I can't complain.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Wouldn't I make a good romance novelist?
Since several of you wanted to see the new dress I was O'ing over last month, here's a view for you. I poured myself into it and took it out on the town for New Year's Eve (more on THAT escapade later. ) I simply loved channeling my inner Rita (Hayworth) all night long.
Blue is the new black!
Whether its a dress, a toy, or a wonderful gentleman caller, I'll use any method I can to fulfill my bad-girl destiny-- and encourage all my friends to join in.
As we begin 2008, who wants to join me in that delectable resolution? On the road to sexual self-expression, there are no stop signs, just curves! So buckle me up, baby. It's going to be a fabulous year.