Redheads... What are you gonna do with them

So yes it has been a minute for me to be around. So much shit going on during my 'Vacation'. I don't feel the need to give you all the boring details because in fact none of you come her for the boring. I know you all too well.

Things running around here are going very smoothly. The house and yard staff have everything down to a fine science. To the point that many days I just let them take the afternoons off. That is two fold as you might guess. Once they are gone I feel free to be free. I so love sitting out by the pool on the patio with absolutely nothing on. This is also enjoyed by the Trel as well. I believe we have now visited all the social media spots on St Kitts and Nevis islands and now are looking for the more out of the way places. You know the ones only those native to the island know about. The more entertaining ones.

But some things will always be the same no matter where you travel to. There is always a queen bee that needs to assert her authority and then feel the need to show me just how important they think they are. So am I just a damn flame that draws all these moths to me? More in a bit.

The Trel has been continuing on with her title of personal assistant and does a very fine job of it. But since we are here I've granted her more freedom to explore and choose how she wishes to pursue things. And now we have Cho. (pronounce Sho) Lovely Asian woman that enjoys hanging out with the Trel. Yep, I'm the third wheel some evenings. Which... is fine.

So we had dinner the other evening and we headed to one of the watering holes on the list. As we walked in I saw that it was a very target rich environment. And my hunter's radar went off immediately. And I smiled to myself as the Trel and Cho had no idea because they were just being them. I got a nice spot at the bar where I could see the door and most of the room. The girls would check in from time to time. But I could see the lay of the land. After about an hour and I was a good three drinks in I saw her make her wide approach. Tall but not my height, a white girl like me. Hair done nicely but she had semi snug jeans of and a loose button down top. She slides up semi close and asks.... "Whatcha drinking there red?"

I looked at her... "Well that one there was a %30.00 a shot Rum and coke. And these two dead soldiers were Bourbon and coke"

She was trying to size me up and not doing it very subtly. "I'm Joan. And those are my running buddies."

"Yes I saw you all enter. Quite the troop you have with you."

She puffs up a bit... "Yeah, and this place is kind of our hangout. We don't care for strangers. So you need to pay a toll or maybe move on."

I leaned back a bit and raised an eyebrow. "Don't you mean a tribute?"

She looked confused. "No you have to pay us the right to stay here and drink...so you need to pay us a toll."

I laughed, "The only fucking place I pay a toll is on the toll roads around and through Chicago. And maybe when you get your next toll you should look up Tribute. Now please, you are boring the fuck out of me. Please try and go intimidate someone who gives a fuck."

(Yes I know. I just don't play well with stupid.)

She got red in the face and slammed her fist on the bar and almost screamed.. "You don't get it. I know the owner of this place and my rules go first."

I finished my drink and look her dead in the eye... "And just because of that I might just fucking buy this place and throw all your asses out of it."

Now the bartender walks over and tells Joan to go sit away from the bar. She is pissed. The Trel comes over and gives me the what's up look.

So this has now become my most favorite place to drink.

Fast forward to a couple of nights ago.

Once again the terrible trio head out for dinner and over to our new haunts. I have my seat and about an hour later Joan and the crew stroll in. The glare I got made me laugh. There was this lovely cat and mouse thing I find cute. Because the cat and the mouse don't realize they are poking at a wolf that is hungry. I watch this and drink a bit too much and just as Joan screws up enough nerve to demand shit from me I hear this voice...

"Excuse me Miss, is this seat taken?"

I turn to see much to my surprise the Amazon Warrior herself Sgt Sexy was standing there. In all her glorious 6'0", 180 lbs frame. Short cut jet black hair. I stammered (and I never fucking stammer) "Just waiting for you."

As Joan moved in the Amazon gave her a look that must have given her enough to think better of it. So Ketra sat down with me. And we had this very long and involved conversation about things from the past and things moving forward. We had a long conversation about trust issues and earning that back.

I finally asked her where she was staying.

I was told she hadn't thought that through yet and her ruck sack was at the coat check.

She actually had me smiling. I hate school girl crush things but she kind of does that to me. I hate it... mostly.

So we all decide to head back over to St Kitts and get our new guest all set up but before leaving I walked over to Joan and her crew and I got close so only Joan could hear... "I'm not going to fuck you tonight, but soon I will and I am going to own your ass forever." I stood up and her eyes were pretty wide open... "Just think about it."

And I turned and we all walked out.

Once back to the house we all settled in. And to Ketra's amazement we all just got naked and went to the patio to drink a bit more and she knew when in Rome.......

It was a lovely evening but I had forgotten that the Amazon always hogs the sheets.

I'm sitting on my patio. Jorge is trimming scrubs. Marie has finished dusting and kitchen detail and is making something for us for lunch. The Trel is doing some shopping and has taken the electric side by side down to the market with a long and detailed list from the Mistress of the kitchen. The Amazon is doing private Amazon things. Probably moving a hill side six inches one way or another. Or sneaking about attempting to put a laser dot on Jorge. A new game they play. The huntress and the hunted.

And me?

I'm bored as fuck. Someone entertain me.

Well you guys were a huge disappointment. I was/am bored and asked to be entertained. I received one private message and a few likes.

Wow.

Okay then entertaining myself.

I told you about the band with the lead guitarist who had very old and used strings...right?

Nod your heads ..

Well there is a band from Europe playing here the next two nights and that band has been hired to open for them. So yesterday there is a person at my gate from the band. They want me to join them for the next two evenings to give them an assist.

So goth shit is spread out everywhere much to Marie's dismay.

So thinking leather short shorts, leather tube top (for lack of a better discription) or bustierie. Short light leather waist coat, garter with exposed suspenders, black fishnets or black torn stockings. Heeled combat boots (yes it's a thing). Dark makeup but adding the Shield Maiden white stripes down over the eye lips and cheeks and chin.

Nice unnerving effect.

Both guitars tuned. But this humidity makes it a bitch.

Played for an hour this morning. Got the play list emailed to me. Will work on that a bit later.

The girls will be there as well...so it should be fun.

So yes it has been awhile since my last post here, or anywhere on zity. And I have my reasons, yes there are actual reasons. Now here is the place where said reader asks him or herself.. what could those reasons possibly be? Well.....

I am actually a very private person. My facebook account is private and only my family has access to it and to post and respond to me there. I am not on any other social media. Such a waste of time and energy. And yet I was convinced to start my own thread and to join in an interactive thread to allow myself to be naked and exposed for the enjoyment and commentary of all. This is not me. Well it is but it isn't.

I don't make up stories here to get responses. I share real life shit that I've endured or actually enjoyed. Right now my life is fluid. I have people that are close to me and a few actual friends. I have a few friends here on Zity as well. And I cherish their input and responses but there are those that I call flash in the pans.

And its usually me reaching out because I actually think that many of you are intimidated by me. And that actually (really using that word way too much here) makes me smile because if I do you are getting the picture of me that I do truly want to share and be. I haven't endured the past twelve years or fifteen past years without hardening a bit. And yes I do speak softly but carry the big stick except when someone does something so stupid that I blame Darwin and feel I must correct the situation.

And some of you may have been on the wrong end of that stick as well.

But this hard ass bitch has a soft side as well. And when you share things with people on here that seem interested or supportive that brings us close and then out of the blue there is no interest. There is no response to a PM. There is no communication at all. Nothing to say, sorry been busy, Hey things are tense right now, I need a break from here... nothing. Just crickets.

And yes I know you are still out there. I read the posts and the comments.

Now please understand this is not a pleading for people to reach out to me. No and don't unless you actually have an interest in some of my interests. But don't think that I don't see and understand the games.

Anyway you all are probably tired of listening to this... you came here for good shit.

I am back in Chicagoland. Went to a charity event that I was forced to return for. (Told it was highly advisable to be here) So the crew and I packed up and headed north. Myself, the Trel, and Sgt Sexy all flew back for the event and also met up with OM and added Miss Jennifer as well and +1 so our table was full. And yes I wrote a check, All the world was made better for it.. and blah blah blah. Trel looked amazing, Sgt Sexy has still yet to actually wear a dress for me for any event. OM was very dashing and very attentive as well.

It was a night of hobknobbing and bullshiting like most of those events are. The music was background noise and the people pompous as always. At one point OM asked me what I was thinking about and my blunt response was... if I killed most of these people would anyone even notice? Okay that was over the top but so am I.

We left shortly after that. The next night the girls and myself went to one of the clubs. And yes a tribute was offered and I picked a sexy and feisty one. She saddled up to the table and gave me this look, like she wanted to eat me up.. I simply asked... tribute? She reached under the skirt and pulled off her panties and handed them to me. Then she opened the floodgates and asked what she could do to entertain me. No the Trel and Sgt Sexy both looked at me.

What an invitation.

I smiled. (the gotcha smile)

I looked at her and told her to sit on the table in front of me and masturbate.

There was a long pause. The thoughts I could feel were amazing... hers where like... what? what did she ask?

Trel's could have been .. holy shit will she actually do this.. What is Faith thinking...

And Sgt Sexy... well this is new and very hot....

With her head slightly cocked to one side she scooted onto the table at the booth and centered in front of me with a foot on either side of my hips and she pulled her skirt up and exposed her cute pussy. Which had a short runway on her mound and several tattoos on her inner thighs and over her mound. She looked around for a moment and then I watched her rub her lips, and she was very wet and watched her spread her lips and expose her pretty clit and then she began..

While this was going on we were ordering drinks and chatting and watching this woman getting herself off. I watched her breathing pick up pace and paid more attention as she was getting close then it happened and her shudder was amazing... there was a pool of her juices on the table before me. She leaned back a bit. I ran a finger over her extended clit and then took a finger lick. It was warm and creamy with a hint of saltiness. I smiled at her.

"Do it again."

She took a deep breath and started once again... she did it five times for our entertainment. I did ask Sgt Sexy if she wanted to take her to the restroom and bang her..

All the while everyone else left us alone. Except those that knew what was going on and stopped by anyway to say hi and see how things were going.

I've never made one of my for the evening slaves do that before. She was certainly good at it. When I finally let her stop I did feel her tits and those nipples where rock hard.

She went to the restroom to clean up and then sat for a bit with us and then I released her and thanked her and we left and went back home.

I'm here until after Mother's day and then we all head back down to the Caribbean. I'm really liking it down there.

Anyway that is my rambles for today.

Take care you filthy animals.

Faith

SURPRISE!

Yes I see you all stumbling over yourselves... Holy Shit she is back.... Yes I know its been a couple of months since our last get together but I remembered and here I am... I think...

Well one would think that this extended vacation that at one time just had limited drama would continue on. Au contraire. I thought you filthy animals might like to hear about what transpired last Friday evening. Show of hands? Okay...

So a question to ponder... why is it that some males think because they have a dick and a set of balls that anything they do is their privilege? Why do they believe if because of their sparkling personality and charm and whitty conversation, in their own minds they blow their shit when someone says.. sorry not interested.

How come in their mind you are the one who fucked up their evening because you aren't inspired to simply bend over a table and let them fuck you up the ass in front of the whole night club? And why the proper response is to give an open palm firm slap to the person who choose to not only be bored with the whole conversation but is also less than willing to fall for such a ludicrous idea that the evening would be entertaining for her in this persons company... Yes I know a run on sentence.

Well said plantation owner... okay back where I come from they are crop farmers... thought I was the correct choice for his attentions... once I refused he didn't take the hint. I finally asked him if he had a cock between his legs... he was surprised with the question and answered very smugly... yes...

I said then I'm not interested..

His response was a firm slap across my face. And he was amazed that I didn't start crying and ask his forgiveness..

I said .. is that the best you can do?

He paused as the crowd became interested... it was a very loud clap on my cheek...

His paused left me an opening. I grabbed the back of his head and slammed his face into the bar... okay a couple of times... okay enough to make his nose crooked and lots of blood...

I smiled at the bartender and slid a hundred to him for the inconvenience of the clean up.

Next I know the police arrest me on aggravated battery charges.

I smiled.. yes I was aggravated.

So I spent a couple of hours at the constable's office and awaited all the other bullshit when several people showed up and explained that I had been attacked by the "important plantation owner" and I was just defending myself. About five or six and so the charges were dropped and I was released. And no I didn't sit in a cell. Really where they couldn't watch me, please, I looked nice.

And yes there was sex later that evening because I was hyped up and I saw my former suitor at the market yesterday. Looks like an angry raccoon.

And he stayed clear of me and had his so called goons follow me a bit. I turned on them and like cockroaches they scattered... I can't wait to come home so I can be properly mugged.

That's all for now...

Later

and

Keep the

Faith

I smiled at the bartender and slid a hundred to him for the inconvenience of the clean up.

@Faith I hope that you told the bartender, "Sorry about the mess.", as you slid the Ben Franklin to him. You're my new heroine. Nicely done!

My adopted sister as I refer to her has came up with an appropriate one many years ago, GDM, Genetically Defective Male. This goes beyond the Positively Male Stupidity(silliness).

Holy Shit two days in a row....

So it's confirmed. Chartered sixteen seat Lear has fifteen passengers headed my way.

Yes it will be an amazing gathering of women I've either trained, were my submissives, were involved with in some sort of kink, and even a past girl friend.

I've warned the house and garden staff of the approaching Tsunami and have told them to batton down the hatches. Two extra party tents, house has had extensive sleeping arrangements prepare. Now whether they are used or not...it's there.

And the prizes for our annual trivia winners and losers event cleared customs. (I am totally amazed that the toys even got out of the shipping yard.)

Also the local venders and market places are a buzz. Two cruise liners have docked so busy day at the port.

What else has happened....

Oh yeah.. talked to the owner of the club that I was at Friday night. I suggested a few upgrades. He agrees he needed them but didn't have the cash to do those things. I simply asked if he actually wanted to do things to upgrade his business. He thought and said yes...

I said okay and one check later and a contracted signed on a napkin I'm a new minority owner of an up and coming night spot. With the extra ability to throw people out I don't like...

Bonus win for the Redheads!

A question for the hive mind...how much coconut oil and body oil can satisfy eighteen women of which are visiting for the first time and are horny as hell?

It boggles my mind.

I have three transports waiting at the airport to bring them up the hill.

This should be a blast.

I've turned Marie loose in the kitchen and the Trel is assisting and the smells are fantastic. So good the neighbors have called wanting to know what is going on..

I laughed and simply said...it's a Bacchanal.

More later (maybe)

You filthy animals.

Faith

The plantation owner obviously didn't know who he was fucking with. You go girl. People like you really brighten up the world @Faith . 😃

Hope to hear how the bacchanal went.

I had a crush on a red headed girl in high school. We were on the swim team together. I used to sneak peeks at some girls in the changing room but no one more than her. I was fascinated by her lovely pale skin, her gorgeous rosey areolae… fantasized about how pretty and pink she must be in her most private places. She barely spoke to me.

@GraceT I'm sorry.

Redheads are like most of the other hair colors, if we don't know then there is nothing we can do.

But interrupting our plot to take over the world might have been dangerous for you.

See everyone I am an evil bitch...lol

Check out my blog..

Bacchanal.

Figured that would be best.

Enjoy

Faith

So.

Apparently its been three long months since I've posted anything here. And look. The world hasn't stopped. Reruns of Gilligan's Island are still running. You guys continue to discuss various fetishes and desires. And there are those that continue to demand to have me removed as a Moderator. Well that is never ending but in reality... who gives a fuck. Whether I am or am not you will be able to tell. Not because the lightning bolt gets removed, but because I won't have to filter my expressive nature about stupid people. I keep checking now and then and it still says I'm a mod. So who knows. Enough of that.

Reasons.

I've been away because of the ebb and flows of life. There are a few here that reach out to me regularly and you know who you are. And many that lay in the weeds waiting for something outrageous from me. And you folks are fine as well. And there are those whom I just fucking irritate. I love toying with them. Ebb and flows. Since I've retired I've learned that while corporate world really doesn't need me, it does lack a bit of excitement at the end of the day without my energy flowing and directed at someone. But on occasion I have people reach out so I can work on projects that I choose to do. Also my health has been an issue since August. I had surgery on my hearing, yet again. It didn't go quite as expected and there are issues that I am dealing with. And having to deal with that and a bit of depression that always surrounds me and my medical issues, makes for a fun girl.

My demand to attend social functions has tapered off dramatically. Which is good and bad. It saves me money but kills my hunting grounds. And speaking of hunting. Its really not very appealing to me any longer. The White Queen shows up less and less. Doing live music is happening less and less. Staying to myself more and keeping my privacy in check.

My assistant keeps bringing up maybe I want to be on facebook or instagram or whatever is the hot thing of the day. I say fuck no. Why would I want to allow anyone access to me at this point. I have nothing to prove. Other than being totally anti social. I'm good with that. The personae that I made for myself here.. that I can be a scary bitch is exactly how I am. I am a diehard supporter of various causes and if you cross me... well there is holy hell to pay. I have defined the perfect balance of class and elegance with down and out street brawling.. made it an art form, so to speak. I can wear a $4,000.00 dress and cuss you out like a sailor. No filter, I hate stupid. And stupid seems to always want to engage with me. That is stupid's issue not mine.

Oh yeah, another irritation. People who drone on and on with the written word to show everyone how intelligent and well thought out they are while communicating... bah... I don't ever confuse people with my train of thought. I don't baffle people with words. You know exactly where you stand with me. I've learned a well placed "Fuck You!" Has more power than four paragraphs of blather. Plus you can get shit done faster. And faster, while not always better, yet gets things moving so things get done.

So.

Where am I now.

I'm back in the suburbs of Chicago. Once my issues get straightened out I will pop back down to St Kitt, once hurricane season finishes. Then back for Thanksgiving and Christmas then back down for however long I want. There is nothing that holds me here, other than my mother. She is mortified that all here children are now 40 and older. We have to keep her real. She is such a diva.

Also I think most of you believe I thrive during conflict. Well, I think I survive conflict better than most. I take a negative situation and force it back down the throat of the person or persons that started the issues. I do miss the challenges sometimes. Now my challenges come from my assistant. Like the other day we were going through one of my closets and she dug out a cocktail dress and smirked... "Does this still fit?' Like a glove. Fuck her.

I still adore my lingerie and buying more. Nothing says more power than well worn stockings and the right height of heel. And killer looks and daggers form the eyes. I can still play the game, I just don't need the game as much anymore.

Fuck, did I grow up? Shit!

Well I'm sorry there is no kinky sexy shit here today. And I'm not sure how much more I may post here. Unless someone wants to discuss a topic that I may have mentioned at some time. who knows.

Anyway, I love all you filthy animals.

Be good and stay horny.

Keep it real

Faith

Sorry to hear of your health challenges @Faith Speedy recovery.

I've learned a well placed "Fuck You!" Has more power than four paragraphs of blather.

How many paragraphs of blather?

Hang in there with the heath Faith! Hubby is going to be in Chicagoland for the marathon this weekend. Hope the weather stays good.

@Faith I rather doubt that your disposition will allow for you to be sidelined from your pursuits for very much. Speedy recovery for you. 🌹

@Faith Mewwowww Purrrr. Just some dam pesty naked straw blond cat girl wrapping around your legs.

Thinking of you .

My Dear Faith!!!,

It is with great hope that your physical problems are soon... "HISTORY!!!" .............

As for "anybody!!!!" that wants to badmouth "YOU!!!!" being a Mod.. here at Zity....

In the immortal words of the late "Frank Gallop" (From daze long ago on the old 'Perry Como' Black and White TV show in the 1950's) he would say behind the Curtain as his closing quip.....in his throaty, baritone voice,........."R-E-A-L-L-Y!!!!!!!!"

Bitches need to take a good "SOAP SUDS ENEMA!!!" because if they feel that you are not worthy of being a "MOD" here it is obvious what is bothrin' them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Meanwhile, back at the ranch... just fixed a fresh "Cuba Libre'"... 'would love to have some "Mount Gay" but that's "another story!!"

So... I hope in the last few daze your life has gotten "BETTER!!!"

I'm with ya' ... Lady!!!!,

Audentes, Fortuna, Iuvat!!!!!!,

highwater

Hi Faith!!!!!,

'Can't eave us "hangin' with out a last quip..................

The now late Samuel Clemens ... aka "Mark Twain!!!"

In his day said a "LOT!!!"

This is only one of a multitude.... but here goes....

and I have to say... I can only wonder how he came up with the words!!!!!!!

"While the rest of the species is descended from apes,

Redheads are descended from cats'"''''

Samuel Clemens... aka "Mark Twain"

'Just tryin' to "TWIST" yer' mind.....

highwater

PS YOU!!!!!! already know that I am "TWIESTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Well i had one as a partner but she was just too much to handle, so we went our own ways. Once things be told, you are involved with a red head you are never separated from them the rest of your life.

I have been married to a redhead for 36 years. I will agree with comments that she is a handful. Lots of fun but there are quirks, she's expensive and a lot of attitude. But absolutely worth the work. There is nothing like sharing your life with a real redhead.

I tell her she is a lot like a Ducati. You have to be willing to live with the quirks, be willing to wrench on it and they are expensive to maintain. It's not for a novice or casual rider. But the experience is like no other and well worth it.