This seems to be the summer for extended sessions. I’m not sure why, but I am thrilled. I stopped doing parties because I didn’t like that I couldn’t really connect with any one person. I like to have a date, meet someone for real, make someone laugh, have a sensual evening together. I like to connect. Extended sessions are an opportunity, for those who have the time and the means, to do what I do already, but better. So much better. I am so excited for this summer, boys. I am so glad that you’ve chosen to make me your vacation. I am so worth it. We are so worth it. We are going to have such a great time. I have such plans. You do not even know how wide my smile is right now.
extended sessions
Posted in feet with tags extended sessions, foot domination, foot worship, long-term foot slave on July 1, 2009 by emilysomething cool
Posted in feet, fetish with tags foot fetish video, foot model, new york foot model, phildelphia foot model, sexy foot model video on June 7, 2009 by emilyDo you guys remember when I did a video shoot in NY? The piece has been cut and made into a short, and now is online. The link is here. See me speak (when I still had long hair!) and walk and brush my hair and be awkward on camera!
The website of the production company that made the piece is here, and there you can see the wide weird world of interesting New Yorkers they got to sit for them. I think I’m fairly offensively packaged as something of an exotic little tart (it’s not exactly liberating to be summed up as your measurements), but c’est la vie, I’m a sexworker. I still think it’s cool to be in a peer group with Al Sharpton and the Brazilian Girls. Enjoy!
it’s okay.
Posted in feet on May 3, 2009 by emilySo many of my readers spend so much of their lives consumed by guilt for what they want or who they are. I understand that I am not going to singlehandedly change how these people feel. You can’t change how anyone else feels, of course.
But I want to say this, though I’ve said it before, and though it won’t undo lifetimes of embarrassment and shame.
Kink is healthy. It is good for you to express and play with. Learning about and exploring and getting off on the deepest, darkest parts of yourself is a forward motion as fundamentally necessary as the enlightenment of the unfolding mind.
So you think my beautiful feet are sexy? So what? I think that is perfectly natural. I think I have kinks of my own. I think every openly sexual person does, or will when they come to think about it more. Sex is about the dark corners of ourselves, not just about light, but we shouldn’t drown in shame over our personal darknesses.
You like feet, and that’s okay. I promise. There are so many of you.
it’s warm out!
Posted in feet with tags foot model, philadelphia foot worship, philadelphia foot worship session on March 7, 2009 by emilyOh, boys, I am wearing sandals! After a winter of protective, sensible boots, I could not be more excited. It is warm and cuddly outside and my arms are half bare and my feet are exposed to the air, and my toes are wiggling and I am full of hope for a happy springtime!
I will dish to you that I am newly in love, that I have a new bread recipe that I am all excited about, that I just started rereading one of my favorite books of all time (Hesse’s Demian if you must know), that my migraines are newly under control. Life is looking up. And spring is rolling in to cap everything off and make my heart burst with happiness.
I am wearing little metallic silver thongs with my simple clear polish today (a rare break from my cherry red), rocking skinny jeans and enjoying long walks in the fine weather. I hope you feel my optimism despite all our nation’s setbacks. Find your joy, find the places where there’s still hope and possibility. Come see me for some happiness, if you can.
musing on the seasons
Posted in feet with tags foot fetish, foot salon, foot worship, philadelphia foot model on January 29, 2009 by emilyThere is no haven, mid-winter, like the nail salon. To come out of the ice and cold into a warm and snug salt-bath of steamy water, out of boots into the waiting hands of a practiced masseuse, out of the elements into my element; this is heaven.
The roads and walks are treacherous, and I am denied the chance to wear my cutest shoes, even my prettiest tights. This is thick woolen sock weather, time for the ugliest, sturdiest footwear I can muster, and it breaks my heart just a bit.
But in the nail salon, as in the boudoir, exceptions are made. Strappy little sandals re-emerge and remind me of summery slips through beachsand, I am annointed with oils and stripped down to my softest-freshest self. Skin is as pink and new and blushing as it is on any chirping spring morning. I spend a few hours warming up, slowing down, reading deeply, letting my feet soak in and renew themselves. It’s not unlike a slow Sunday afternoon spent in the bedroom; there is no rush, only pleasure and ritual and beauty.
Like Sunday evening, of course, the outside world eventually must beckon me back out of the salon. I have to pull socks back on, and lace up big bulky ugly boots to keep my precious feet safe on the streets. We bear the winter as we can, and are thankful for the small respites we have. But I do look forward to spring, and lighter shoes, and thinner tights, and warm air on my legs!
true story!
Posted in feet with tags foot model, lesbian foot massage, private foot worship on January 15, 2009 by emilyThe last night I spent in Chicago, I was treated to a stay in a very nice hotel with sweeping views of the city and a bathtub the size of a my entire bathroom at home. I brought a pretty girl I’ve been spending time with, and we shared a hot bath and then lazed on the big white bed in our bathrobes. I found a little bottle of body butter and worked it between my hands, and then, since they were exposed beneath the robe, I began to rub her feet.
I worked the lotion into the skin and dug my knuckles into the flesh beneath. As I massaged, she made happy little sighing noises. She’s usually ticklish, but she didn’t seem to mind my ministrations at all. The room was silent and warm, and we both relaxed into the footrub.
Then I laughed.
“What?” she asked, startled.
“This is going to make one hell of a blog post!”
So think of us, readers… high up in a fancy suite in a swank hotel, on a cold night in a big dark city, just two lovely young things enjoying a foot massage.
