On my drive to work the other morning, listening to NPR’s Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me I caught Bettye LaVette on the show. I am always happily surprised by the guests and their personalities in this completely away from their personal venue setting.

Bettye LaVette said something that sparked me…

“I’ve done things people have dreamed of, with people who they’ve dreamt about.”

Of course I imagined her getting down and dirty–moan that moan of hers–with the most amazing musicians alive, after nights of playing into the wee hours, drinking and smoking and then fucking.

Then I began to drift into my own down dirty life. While I maintain the stance that I will find the one, that one love for me, the one who helps kill my lonely, the one who takes me for me and all past that makes up who I am now–the crazy slut filled with fire that has been known to expresses itself in any number of inappropriate ways–road rage, tech rage, incongruous use of foul language to those in roles of authority such as cops and my boss, bouts of alcohol and drug misuse, random hunts for cock–the usual misadventure of modern woman.

But it is also this fire that makes me crazy in a good way, an adventurist. I know I am–always have been. A leaper, a runner with the resilience to keep fucking going–even with a black eye and a car that wont go in reverse. I am impetuous and my cunt is insatiable– and maybe I fuck it up along the way, make the same mistakes a few too many times and then do it again, but never giving it up. Even when I make the wrong impetuous decisions–that have often ended in frustrations, anger, pain, heartache and nights of drunken tears. I really wouldn’t have it any other way–nor do I plan to change changing my crazy ways–doing things that your friends and colleagues never would, and some even dream about, but still love me because I do.

Tonight aboard the red eye to NYC my adventure begins. I have never met this man, never kissed his lips, never tasted his cock and cum. But I’m about to. I feel–charged and wild and hesitant all in one. Sexcation. Fuckation. I dig the risk involved, that thrill, for me it is like Craig’s List on a grander scale. All the thrill of the unknown cock hunt, the random online fuck but getting to go on vacation at the same time. I really think I’m on something with this, perhaps I should start a business for sexcations.

I am all packed. It was hard to decide what panties to take, a woman must think about the setting, location, time of day. What will this man I’ve never met in the flesh like covering my ass, my pussy? Then the stockings. Which stocking go with which skirt or which are going to be worn in turn–just to ripped off? I had to narrow down what toys to bring. Should I bring the bondage tape, and if so the red or the the pink? Did I remember to pack the strap on? enema, anal beads, jeweled butt plug, the Hitachi…the possibilities are fascinating. Did I get the flip cam, the charger, the cameras? Will I need that lube? What will he bring? What will that first taste of his cock be like. I want to take his so slow and savor every bit, sucking and licking, rolling my tongue around to fat tip, begin to understand what make him twitch–serious cock devotion.

Yeah, I am wearing the biggest Vixen smile and soon I will be hitting the friendly skies, soon I will be parlaying some vacations sex–devouring food, drink and cock.

Should I wear the ass plug or the smart balls on the flight? The decisions never end.