Redheads... What are you gonna do with them

Well self awareness and self analysis sometimes leads to some horrific conclusions. So I swallowed the kool-aide and stood naked before the mirror of truth this morning. Turns out it wasn't so bad. While lazing about here for the past almost three weeks I've not grown stouter. Have maintained my weight and (god forbid) have something I'm told is a tan. Now for me that usually means I've come back to Caucasian from my normal Irish pale pale pale white. Why else are the best vampires redheads, you know what I mean.

While standing there and dressing in various clothes I took stock. I'm more relaxed than I've seem to have ever known. I'm not grabbing my phone to find updates. I'm trusting people with my ventures. So far the bank hasn't called me for money. My running of the early mornings has started showing my runners frame once again. And I love exploring this island via my running shoes. I've met many locals that live on the outskirts of the city. Its nice to get the good morning wave. I noticed the tan when trying on my whites. You know panties, garters and suspenders and stockings and matching bra.. My clothes of the day has been a less and less conservative bikini. I haven't worn the thing that the Trel found and ordered for us. Its like a spring trap. It fits between your rump cheeks and just barely covers your slit and a hint of your mound. I mean it is covered in a pretty satin like cloth but why not just go naked?

Miss Trel seems to have found a new play thing. Cho is Japanese and is working for a company here now. And they have befriended each other which has led to some interesting encounters that I am forced to listen to at length. And it seems that our twosome has become a threesome because Miss Cho is always around somewhere. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad for Trel to have a friend. I like my privacy.

Our German neighbors have been over once and we have taken a side trip on their boat over to Nevis. I am very respectful to the ocean. I mean even a short trip shows me how insignificant I am as compared to all that water. I'm not actually scared of the ocean (I keep telling myself that) But it is massive and unforgiving. Do have a day trip planned to fly over to St Maarten. I 'm going to the Yoda museum there and then go shopping. We have had an encounter with Cruise people at the market one day. I was amused.

But over all at the end of the day. Once the property keepers head home. I like to strip down and put on my shear robe and take out some ice and diet coke and either some rum of bourbon and just sit and drink and listen. I know when Trel either gets her chores done or returns home that she will join me and we just relax. The sounds of the night are soothing. Plus now Trel is horny almost all the time and that works out for me as well.. LOL.

I may have mentioned this before but she has an amazing figure. Curves in all the right places. Not to heavy anywhere. Just everything where it needs to be and nothing overly excessive. Its a joy to just watch her roam around doing things.

Yes ladies and gentlemen, I've become an island slug.

Well more from the mountain top later. Have a good evening.

Faith

Love your updates! Glad you’re having fun

What are we gonna do with Gingers?? Cherish them, love them, support them, laugh and play with them, keep them busy so they don't get into TOO much mischief (bail is getting more and more expensive these days). Years ago I ran a biological anthropology seminar with 6 left-handed ginger women. It was the most exciting and argumentative seminar I ever ran - they were all amazing! What are we gonna do with Gingers?? Are you kidding me? They are wild and independent and lovely and we must let them run as they please (only a fool would try to stop them) and love them all!

Since we are sharing lyrics today, this is my theme song. The second verse just about sums up my life. If I had walk in music to anywhere, this is it!

Head bangers in leather

Sparks fly in the dead of the night

It all comes together

When they shoot out the lights

50, 000 watts of power

And it's pushin' overload

The beast is ready to devour

All the metal they can hold

Reachin' overload

Start to explode

It's your one way ticket to midnight

Call it Heavy Metal

Higher than high, feelin' just right

Call it Heavy Metal

Desperation on a red line

Call it Heavy Metal noise

Tight pants and lipstick

She's riding on razor's edge

She holds her own against the boys

Yea, cuts through the crowd just like a wedge

Oh, can you feel the static

So many contacts being made

We've got up front fanatics

Tearing down the barricade

To reach the stage

Can you feel the rage

It's your one way ticket to midnight

Call it Heavy Metal

Higher than high, feelin' just right

Call it Heavy Metal

Desperation on a red line

Call it Heavy Metal noise

Thank you Sammy Hagar

Oh yeah, happy hump day everyone!

Holy Shit everyone bonus day!!!!

Or, I'm bored. Whichever.

So there are three things you never do to a musician that is performing.

• Never touch his instrument. (Musical instrument you perves.) Without asking and being given permission.
• Never tune the instrument in front of him or her while they are on stage watching.
• Never out play then or embarrass them in front of their fan (s).

Okay I'm me. Need I say more. Well I suppose I should. So Friday night the threesome of Miss Trel, Miss Cho, and myself headed to another venue scouted out by the pair earlier. And it was LIVE music night. So I was talked into leaving the safety and warmth of my deck chair and out into the night.

Upon arriving there was a good number of people. The alcohol was good and the appetizer selection was alright. We got a table close to the stage and sat back to enjoy(?) the show. It was a five person band from another island. Drum, bass, lead and rhythm guitars, and keyboard. Female lead singer on rhythm guitar. Male bass player also sang lead. But the lead guitarist was sooooo full of himself. Think Davis Lee Roth full of himself with a lack of talent.

Now I'm legally deaf and this guy was strutting around like Mick Jagger and playing and it was fucking awful. I mean like a full step off on all six strings. It irritated me so badly the girls thought we might have to leave.

Thank God they took a break at forty minutes in. I got up and stopped the guitarist and asked him if I could see his guitar. He got defensive, naturally, but I assured him I knew what I was doing.

He handed it over but forgot to unplug it. The strings were so old. No wonder it couldn't hold tune. So I cranked them up and got it to where it was playable. Then I turn up the volume and looked at him and asked…may I?

He scoffed and said knock yourself out. So I did. I played about a ten minute my version of Welcome Back my Friends by Emerson, Lake, and Palmer.

I did about a two minute set of finger tap to get people's attention and then opened into the Lyrics and just had fun with it. When I finished I turned the sound down and set the guitar in it's stand. I walked over and thanked him and handed him about $100.00 US and said. Get new strings.

He was kind of wide eyed. The rest of the evening I drank.

Now before being judged let me say one thing. Music is something that has brought me back from dark places and I respect music and those that perform ‘should’ respect it as well. And I understand the performance element (Shield Maidens, and No Boyz Noisz) but hell keep your shit in good shape so you can add the extras. Get the music right first. Then expand.

Okay enough Faith rant. And yes the sex was good later that evening.

Faith 🐺🐾🐾🐾

Hi Faith!!!,

I gotta' Laugh!! I mean, Like… this dude is playing a Club scene with strings made in the last Century!!!!!hahahahaha!

Kool move.. although a “C'Note” 'personally was a bit much but the “IMPACT” was ….. well… “Out of the Park!!!!”

‘Know what you mean about “Music!!" The only other thing's that have kept me some semblance of sane over the years is “Skydivin'” and a “cocktail or two!!… as required!!!!”

Blue skyz!!!,

highwater

Well it's just a bit past 1a.m. and it's 74 degrees and partly cloudy. Once again I'm out on the patio listening to the common sounds around here. Just a hint of traffic, distant ocean sounds, some birds, and the noises that the blonde and the Asian are making. And I'm drinking alone.

And I thought I would meet new people through sex addicts not alcoholics Anonymous..

Well off to bed.

When your crates arrive from Fed Ex or UPS and it all clears customs… color me a happy girl. Arrived and picked up this afternoon. Been in the shop ever since.

More later.

Okay, sooo , last Friday night the girls and I went to a local cantina to listen to some, I'll say, good music and just hang out. And we were having a nice time and the place was almost crowded. When in walked the “we are in charge of this place bitches.” Yes they have them on the islands too. Now I found it awfully amusing and just sat back and watched them try to work the place.

Now I have always praised the Latin woman for being fierce in what they wear. Because it doesn't matter what it is they make it look hot. And this queen bee was crammed to the hilt in this dress that was about three sizes too small for her. And she was constantly trying to unhike the back of her dress back down over her well proportioned bum.

So while she was trying to pull her dress back over that hump we made eye contact and she gave me the “WHAT, BITCH?” look. I just smiled and shook my head. And it was on. OMG! She shot across that bar and got into my face. Screaming at me about shit I've never heard of. The Trel and The Cho just backed off and were waiting for me to shoot off my barrels back. But I let her rant. The whole time simply dead staring her and drinking my Bourbon. She was yelling so much that spit was dripping off her chin. And when she finally thought she had won I was told never to step back in her bar again.

What do you think? Oh yes, Challenge accepted.

Wednesday night, Ladies night. Lesson? Never piss off a bitch who has enough money to have you done away with and make it look like it was your idea.

Yes the first time since my stroke the six inch heels came out. The little black dress that was over the top fifteen years ago still fits. Add black garter and suspenders and black stockings and matching thong. No bra, this is war. I did my Viking thing and razor shaved the right side of my head, revealing my surgery scars behind my right ear and had my red mane warrior braided. And once my make up was done I did a thing. I dipped my finger tips into some black makeup and from my hair line down to the corner of my mouth I made two black lines. Down over my eye lids to the edge of my mouth. Then a single line from my lower lip down the middle of my chin.

Yes the hunt was on.

The Trel and the Cho chose not to follow suit but seemed more curious about the whole thing. Oh those two were dressed to kill as well but they were there to identify the collateral damage. Almost added the vampire fangs and contacts but decided not to be burned as a witch.

We arrived at 9:30 ish and the place was packed. And the crew was there. The H2 was parked and we debarked and made a straight line to the front door past the line. The bouncer was a bit taken aback but the fifty led us right in. I didn't even look around I just strutted to the bar across the dance floor. Ordered four fingers of Bourbon neat and slammed it. Then slowly turned and looked for the conchita in charge and she and her girls were not pleased. Three guys rolled up on me in a heart beat. I gave them a Wednesday glare and they walked away. I smoothed my dress from my tips to just the tiniest bit that covered my upper thighs. I looked at the queen bee and said… “This is how you wear a dress…oh… and fuck you!"

Okay it was drama… and she started to come at me but I'm in six inch heels and that makes me about six foot four inches tall. And I had a blonde and an Asian just behind me and none of her support group followed her. When she got close enough I just said… Boo! Go away.

Then it just got noisy and people started to party hard. I had no other issue for the evening. I went out on the deck for some air and a couple of her girls approach and just wanted to know where I got my dress and shoes. They seem okay, young, but okay. I asked them how much they wanted to spend and they both kind of said they couldn't pay much. I smiled and the more daring of the two was looking at my dress.. I asked her if she wanted it. And she was just like.. ah, well, yes. I asked the other girl if she would like a similar dress and she smiled and nodded yes. I pointed to the Trel and said.. see the blonde, tomorrow morning meet her in the market and she will have the dresses for you both. They wanted to pay and I just told them it was making new friends gifts.

So last night I washed the dress and underthings and got another old dress out and the extras and bagged them up and the Trel made the delivery. I can't wait to see what they look like this weekend and I get to go back to being a sloth on vacation.

Upside. No deaths or damage.

Downside. Bourbon hangover. But it was worth it. The bitches at the goth club are hardcore and I miss them. These girls were no challenge. LOL.

Okay that should give you something to mull over.

Oh hell I forgot. I also worn a lovely jeweled plug with a black heart as the jewel.

Have a lovely day.

Faith

A tiny part of me misses that shit but I'm happy to enjoy it vicariously reading it here. 🌹

Chuckling, with that woman's screaming, I would have turned off my hearing aid and just smiled at her. Nothing like watching someone carry on that way and not hear a word they are saying. 😃

If your are the person I think you are, you will sit down, have a drink, and enjoy the company of a very lovely nice person. We are not all made out to be the beasts some of us think we are.

@Faith

Final qualifying placings for first Grand Prix of 2023 from Bahrain …. Red Bull 1 & 2

Verstappen & Serg Perez take out the front grid with Leclerc's Ferrari at #3

Hamilton in 7th … good …wonders if they sorted out the traction wobbles ? … Team boss got the flick

The only American driver Logan Sergeant at 16th in a Williams … Bring back the Honda powerplants !!

Start …2:00am Mon my time

No idea if you've got reception down salsa way

🦘

@That_Australian I do have good internet and Fire Stick to boot and have everything ready to record.

Sweet it is then 👍

Should be fast and furious judging by the ET's

Sit back & have a blast …trust island life is doin you good 🦘

It's been a bit because I've been distracted with the visit of OM and this thread @Ms_Lila and I've ventured into. Today it's already 84° and may push 87° and sunny. I awoke early to get a good run in. Still dark.

As I was dressing to run I once again became aware of just how amazing my running gear feels against my skin. My sports bra holds me close and doesn't allow the girls to bounce around and create additional sag(god for bid) and the running shorts, spandex, and it holds so close that the camel toe happens and ass cheeks are surround in clothe disappearing into my rump crack.

So I guess I not only enjoy the burn of a good run but the magnificent feel of clothe rubbing over my nipples and pussy.

I'm not sure is my shorts are soaked with sweat or pussy juice. Whichever is fine. I finished my run by 6:30 and it's now 11:30 and I'm still sitting in my own juices. I imagine my scent is almost overwhelming by now. Perhaps a shower. All the other denizens are either at the market or really sleeping in.

It will be difficult for me to come home in a couple of weeks. I'm really enjoy the island life.

Okay haven't dealt with storms yet. However.

More later, maybe.

Faith

Well the Trel the Cho and myself have been on Nevis all day celebrating St Patrick's Day Caribbean style. Been doing this since like the 10th - 20th. No worries, decked out in green and best Hawaiian tops I could find.

I'm so liking this.

F

Love it! The closest I get is watching Death in Paradise on BritBox 😁❤️🌹

It's a target rich environment but I'm drinking rum and bourbon and just enjoying the view. Not together the rum and bourbon.

The Trel has thrown decorum out the window and has gone native.

Kind of cute.

So update.

I awoke this morning back in my bed out in suburbia of Chicago.

Fuck it's cold!

The Trel and I arrived back last evening. I have two meetings then off to one of my favorite Miniatures gaming convention... Adepticon!

Then Monday will be recovery and Wednesday fly back down to St Kitts.

Going to Mom's shortly and then dinner with OM.

Busy day but only one hour change so no real jet lag.

No sitting in robe only on this patio today....brrrrrr.

So tonight was a super evening.

I managed to go to K's dance rehearsal studio and watch her dance. (For those that don't know... she's my fifteen year old deaf friend who I met last year.)

She concentrates so hard and didn't notice me when I arrived. So I sat close to the floor and just watched. They have a person use a drummers soft mallot to tap the beat on the floor for her so she can count the music.

Well, during her overview, (they have someone who can sign for her) she looked over and saw me. And like a bolt she sprinted to me and hugged me super hard.

Her Mom was walking in and saw us.

Mom invited me to dinner and I agreed only if I could pick the place and pay...Portellos it was...

Met K's dad and siblings there and we pigged out.

She talked her fingers off. And had a lovely chat with mom and dad.

Just the kind of pick me up I needed.

Anyway home now.

Have my toys ready for Thursday for the Con. Looking forward to that as well...

Okay.. goodnight

Got up early, geared up for a morning run, opened the door...Fuck No!

Stripped down to just running shorts and sports bra and ran for an hour on the treadmill.

So question for thoughts from those who follow here.... Which is more desirable?

1). Waking up alone under wonderfully warm blankets?

2). Waking up with a sexy guy and his morning wood?

3). Waking up with an incredible hot blonde who has forgotten about her chores since returning from the Caribbean?

1). With no one else there all you have to do is get up, stagger to the bathroom and pee, maybe get in shower or just go back to bed.

2). If he's awake you have to try and give him a little show. Less stagger and more hip action. And when you get back you hope it's not a pee hard on so maybe I get to blow him or get the good morning fuck.

3). Well she is cuter than poop while she's sleeping and the bonus is you get to discipline her after breakfast. A win win in my book.

Just early morning jumbled thoughts.

Savor them. What else?

Redheads huh?

My first proper lover when I was 19 years old was a redhead - a couple of years older than me & married - sadly things didn't work out although we were together for over a year.

She taught me a lot & over forty years later I have never forgotten how good her tall slim pale body looked naked on my bed with all that beautiful long chestnut red hair flowing over the white cotton pillows & sheets.....still gives me a hard-on thinking about her

I am absolutely out of convention shape. Got home yesterday and my legs and back were sooo sore and stiff. But the liquor was very good that was randomly handed to me.

I had a very good time. The Trel opted out of attending this.

The 40K crowd are still odd as hell.

Spent way too much money on new miniatures and new paints. And bought a ton of terrain for table top mini games.

Yes I'm a sexy nerd.

Fuck You!

Strong Letter to Follow...

So this has been an anxious evening to night. The full moon demanding my attention however I've been on the phone for the last four hours.

My Uncle, not Uncle, Uncle Mark lives in west central Illinois. In the western hump of the state. His home town as well as two or three other smaller towns were hit hard by Tornadoes this evening.

I finally got through. He and the family are okay. Not real damage to his home but less than a mile away several homes were seriously damaged or completely destroyed. They were lucky he said. And told me not to worry so much.

The next town up the road it wasn't so lucky. People being life flighted to hospitals.

Been a rough Spring so far...but as Uncle Mark said...."Well it's Tuesday so this is just another normal day in the Midwest. The Turd Show continues."

He has a way with words.

The rest of my friends back home are either safe at home or out helping others as per their jobs. Law enforcement, EMS, Fire Fighters. Keep safe all.

And remember there is nothing unusual about this... it's just another Tuesday.

Hi Faith!!!!!,

A Big, Trucker's "10-4" to you and yours!!!

'Matter's not the season, Ol' Mom Nature ... "Who ever she is???"... always holds the cards...

'Been thru Hurricanes.."I live in Louisiana." 'down in the bottom of the Boot!!'.. (go figure?), Fortunately no Rogue Waves, one Typhoon!!! South Pacific MAY1970 in my NAVY Daze!!, Several Tornado's, and when in So. Cal. yes... many "Earthquakes!!!"

Somehow..... only during a very few of these events, for me, did things get "Hairy!!!" ... Thankfully your Uncle and Family are safe and OK!!!!!

Time for a md-air refuel... whiskey glass gettin' low!!

highwater

While I'm at it.. check it out.... youtube.com/watch?v=dK5-xWnaxkw

Thankfully ... we are all "Survivor's!!!"

@Faith Hello pretty Lady. From your Multiple Choices, I'll pick #3, please...and just 'Wrap Her to Go', assuming that she's 18+ years of age, of course!⚘️🔥♥️