Sexuality Happens

In honor of spending the next 4 days is mostly swimsuits, here is a lovely swimsuit picture for you (pre two of my tattoos, obviously…but it hasn’t been warm enough to wear a swimsuit in months, so don’t blame me!).

I will be in the wonderful world of Palm Springs, CA for the next few days (I fly home Monday), rocking out at the pool, channeling Marilyn Monroe for the White Party, and still trying to figure out what the hell to wear for the Mardi Gras Masquerade.

I’m also hoping to meet up with some of my friends from HotMoviesForHer.com for some delicious Mexican food, and a hand off of the sex toys for their Fake Orgasm Contest that Eden is sponsoring.

Poor security searcher guys. I’m traveling with my Rolling Sex Toy Trunk from For Your Nymphomation, a) to carry the toys, b) because it’s bigger than my biggest suitcase, and c) because all the compartments not being used for toys hold other awesome things, like jewelry, and scissors, etc. Anyways, I have the 4 toys, erotica book and lesbian sex guide for the contest prices (plus 4 bottles of lube for the toys), AND my hitachi, AND my raquel AND my dual use S-shape. And I need to pack lube of my own. And I’ll prolly stick some erotica in there too. Plus I’ve got 2 or 3 collars, because they just go with my outfits. They’re going to be like “who the hell owns this suitcase!?!?!” As long as nothing mysteriously disappears, I’m fine with whatever the hell they think.

So please, cross your fingers for me that:
*My plane isn’t delayed/I don’t crash
*I don’t get in another car accident on the way to the airport
*My reservations are all in order
*I meet someone attractive, nice and who wants to fuck (more than one someones = AWESOME)
*I don’t get toooo sunburned
*My knees don’t give out
*I decide to come back to PA
*I make it home back to PA

I should have online access there, so expect to hear from me. And if you don’t, either I didn’t have access, or was swept off my feet and fucking all the time. These things happen, you know.

-Essin’ Em