Hello, September! The first day of the last trimester of the year. I’m really excited. Fall is my favorite time of the year. So much to celebrate.

In October I’ll be updating my annual Birthday Nude collection. Every year I wonder if I’m getting too old for this, but every year I surprise myself. This old lady still looks pretty hot for her age.

October is also when Jay and I got married by an old cowboy with a handlebar mustache at a vista point overlooking Lake Tahoe. 14 years of good luvin! And 14 years of making porn! Jay and I have a great time together and love sharing it with all of you.

Then come the big holidays. Halloween, of course, is a huge deal here in our household. We love getting all dressed up and trick or treating. It’s also my daughter’s birthday, so it’s a double huge deal. Party, cakes, the works. Then the rest just rolls up sooner than we’re ready for it. Thanksgiving, Christmas, the New Year! I’m getting dizzy just thinking about all that.

I’m just going to take it one day at a time. Kid just started school this week, so I have more time to work on projects. MAYCAM members, I uploaded a new video called Jammies. Check it out on MAYCAM. I still need to edit another video that is going to be for public release here on the blog, check back for that.

I’m writing the first draft of a novel. I’m really excited about it, but it’s slow going, so I would appreciate it if you would nudge me once in a while and bug me about it. In fact, I’m going to sign off now so I can log in more words today. I’ll leave you with this photo. And if you want more, sign up for email updates and get free passwords to my protected entries.

Have a wonderful day, my dear kiki lovers!

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August is World Breastfeeding Month. I didn’t want the month to end without sharing my breastfeeding story with you.

As soon as my baby was born, I marveled at how intuitively she latched on to my nipple. I didn’t immediately produce milk and suckling hurt the first few days but I kept at it, knowing my baby and I just needed to get into it. On the fourth day, Jay and I took our baby in to Children’s Hospital because she looked orange. She had jaundice.

I felt so inadequate. I couldn’t produce milk. My mother convinced me to let the nurses feed my baby formula during her stay in the hospital so I could rest. Walking away from my baby was torture. It was as if someone had cut my limbs off.

My parents took me and Jay to our favorite Indian restaurant for dinner. As soon as I had some raita I felt my nipples spurt. From that moment on I associate raita with breastmilk.

That night, my first night as a mom without my baby, my breasts felt like they would explode. My midwife advised me to hand express milk so that my breasts would keep flowing. Without a baby, my milk would dry up.

The next day I sat in the hospital nursery and fed my baby as often as I could. (She was getting a tan under a bili light.) I was determined to remind my baby not forget my tits. After two nights without her, I finally got to take her home.

From then on, it’s Mama’s milk for the first 3 years of my baby’s life. Yes, three! The kid is superhuman! She’s smart, healthy, and strong. She’ll kick your ass. I mean it.

Breastfeeding my kid as long as I did was one of the best things I’ve ever done. I consider it quite a feat because there were so many obstacles to doing it: disinformation from previous generations’ mothers (my mom and those other 70s moms), the rough road we went through on the first week and condescension from people when I breastfeed around them. Fuck them all! None of that mattered as much as giving my baby this irreplaceable gift that she will have for the rest of her life.

Ladies, Moms-to-be, check La Leche League for information, resources and encouragement. I didn’t join a mom group but I bought the La Leche League book, “The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding,” which is like the Bible of Breastfeeding.

Gentlemen, you can help. Keep your ladies healthy and hydrated. Soups are nutritious and hydrating, always keep drinking water by her side, offer to massage her when she’s taking a break. If you’re into it, you can offer your suckling services too if her milk ducts ever get clogged up. Yes, it will happen once the baby starts eating solid food and throws the boobs off schedule. It happened to me a few times and it hurt like a mother! A steamy shower, hand expressing and a little suckling helps get those milk ducts flowing again.

Breastfeeding is free, always at the perfect temperature, ready on demand and is the best food on the planet. It’s one of the most amazing tricks my body has ever done.

Photos above can be viewed larger at MAYCAM.

Chicken pox, my dear kiki lovers. I am stricken with chicken pox, this childhood affliction that I somehow dodged when I was younger is finally here. I feel as sexy as an african wart frog.

Jay and I spent Saturday night at a friend’s place. I love it there! The Victorian has all these toys, and children’s arts and crafts. The yard has a lot of tall trees and big leafy shrubs. My favorite part is the treehouse. It made me feel like Alice in Wonderland growing large inside the white rabbit’s house.

My friends from Retouch NYC sent me beautifully Photoshopped images from a nude shoot Jay and I did for them. I have 8 of these nudes against a white backdrop uploaded on MAYCAM. What do you think?

Retouch NYC is collaborating with me on my project, Enchantasia. I am itching to share more images with you, but I have to hold off longer until all is ready. All I can say right now is that it is such delicious eye candy and that I’m very excited about it.

I can’t believe how lucky I am to be working with people who are truly passionate about their work and are consummate artists. They usually work on magazine covers, print ads and billboards in New York City. They’ve retouched celebrities and supermodels. Now they’re offering their services to regular people like us. Check them out at RetouchNYC.com.

Totally unexpected, Jay got an email from John, with whom he had exchanged emails with over a year ago.

“Never quite forgot about you guys. You still around?”

So we made plans with him for 9 o’clock. A text message let us know he was running late. 9:30. I danced for Jay. Stilettos and a dress do that to me. I waved me skirt around to show him I wasn’t wearing any panties. By the time John showed up at a quarter to ten, Jay and I were hot and giggling. I could barely concentrate on the small talk. Finance, travel, New York, Paris, Brazil.

“So what do you want to do tonight?” he asked.

I hopped up on his lap and let him explore under the flare of my dress. He was surprised to find my pussy so quickly.

“You’re ready,” he said while inserting a finger into me.

“You’re late,” I reminded him.

He stood to catch up with my readiness. I gripped his cock tightly and sucked. He slapped my cheek, moved my face around the head of his cock. He wants to top me, I thought. I held my hands submissively behind my back and let him.

John manhandled me, slapped me around, pulled my hair, squeezed my flesh hard. He pushed me down and roughed me up. All the while fucking as I squealed and gurgled and cried and challenged him to give it to me.

Sex has become a sport to me: stretching the abilities of my body and mind. It is both exciting and empty.

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