My poor, poor blog. I’m so sorry.
I’ve been quite a busy girl! Often, being busy doesn’t influence my ability to get blogging done, though: I just sit down and write a post once I finish with whatever it is that I’ve been working on. Recently, I’ve had a combination of being busy and being exhausted. I finish my work for the day, come home from my adventures and then basically faceplant myself into bed. I’m finally a bit more caught up on sleep at the moment, though. Hooray!
I’m currently in the middle of a whirlwind of adventures again. This is the way that I tend to do things: I’ll travel straight for a number of weeks, going from place to place instead of flying back home again in between. It’s cheaper and more efficient, but it obviously has a few downsides: the busy nature of each stop often leads to a tired version of Alex without any days to snuggle in my warm, quiet, South Dakotan bed in between sites, and the obvious disadvantage of not seeing Malignus for many weeks at a time. Still, we make do: we talk when we can, and we both have confidence in the fact that the other is doing a good job to take care of his or herself when we can’t.
Now, I shall begin to tell you the tales of my adventures.
On Sunday night, I was packed and prepared to leave early on Monday morning. It takes an epic amount of luggage to prepare for six weeks of shooting, especially given the variety of shoots that I will be having during my adventures, AND the fact that I’ll be spending a weekend on a spanking holiday during the trip.
|Much to carry!|
On Sunday night Malignus and I stayed up late to make the most of the time we had before I needed to leave. When we finally decided that we were tired, he sat down on the edge of the bed and called me over. “I’m going to give you a quick spanking because I love you, and because you belong here,” he told me. I melted a little at this, and crawled over his lap. He spanked me with his hand, as he’d been doing for the past few days. There was quite a bit of thigh spanking, but none of it was too hard. I just felt cozy and safe and very loved. After we finished, I snuggled against his chest and fell asleep.
All too soon, it was time to get up and go to the airport. When I got out of the car, it was -9 degrees out. In a few hours, I was in LA where the temperature was 61 degrees. When they announced that, I nearly cried. The winter had been taking a toll on me, and I was overwhelmed with happiness to be outside without a jacket and to not feel cold. Rafa picked me up and we went to get lunch together, where we ate outdoors. The idea of eating outside in February was almost absurd. I was so pleased.
|BEST FEBRUARY WEATHER EVER!|
My first day in LA was pretty luxurious, but from there, it just got more and more hectic. I was working on a custom project that took a lot of time and dedication, plus I was shooting pretty constantly. I shot every single day, and some days did more than one shoot, even getting three in one day sometimes. That didn’t prevent me from getting in my requisite adventures. I spent a lot of time in Little Tokyo when I was free, ate Indian Food with Epipelagic and headed to Knott’s Berry Farm with Zekyt (another of Rafa’s girlfriends who I love very much!). At the end of each day, I basically felt like I hadn’t wasted a minute of it. It’s a satisfying feeling, although not a relaxing one. I’d fallen into a kind of overdrive where I did very little sleeping and lots of running around, hopping from place to place.
I did some pretty awesome shoots, including shooting with lots of art photographers, doing several bondage shoots and my first suspension (more on that later) and shooting with Ken Marcus. Lots of these were really excellent experiences.
I realize that this post is shorter than usual, but it was written while I was still in that overdrive kind of state. You can expect a series of shorter but (hopefully) more frequent posts for a bit.