Current Mood: Esctatic

We’re home!!  Got in yesterday about 6pm after a bit of a bumpy flight from Miami and while we’re happy to be home of course for several reasons (especially to be back with my cats!  I’ve never left them for so long!), speaking for myself at least, I gotta say I could have stayed there forever.  Spending a week in lap of luxury, as it were, not to mention that constant sultry Caribbean heat got VERY addictive.

I don’t know what we’ll have to do to beat this (get ourselves on of those sexy balcony suites — where one is allowed to smoke — perhaps) but it was definitely the vacation of a lifetime.  We would definitely do it again, and if you ever get the chance, get yourself on a Royal Caribbean cruise.

I’m still too exhausted to get into it much, but we had a fabulous time, have never been more relaxed (and it was sooooo good to see my Joe chilled that much — he felt great most of the time, and I’ve never seen him so happy and laid back) took thousands of pix, and I have the best tan of my life.  Thanks so much, Mina Members, for tolerating a week without me on your SpyCams, and I’ll have more details and pix over the next few days!

Mina xoxoxo

Current Mood: Esctatic

In about 24 hours, I’ll be standing in an airport, in another country, hoping to God that someone amongst our little group has some idea of how to get to the ship we’re booked on for the next seven days.

I do believe I’ve told most of you, Dear Readers, Mina Members, and random blogophiles, that we’re off on a 7-day Caribbean cruise, round about the 20th of September.   Tomorrow is the day, finally, and it will commence at about 4am.  Today will be filled with last minute details from the mundane – or is that ridiculous? (like making sure the garbage is out, that I’ve called my parents, that I’ve got an adequate selection of jewelry packed, that the litter box is clean enough to withstand 8 days of neglect, that my cats have had treats, brushings, and pettings enough to make up for the fact that they will be only briefly visited every second day) – to the sublime (like making sure tomorrow morning’s XxxMina video update is ready to go…and as a matter of fact it is, so look for it at about 4am EST.   That I’ve answered as many messages, emails, and twitters as humanly possible, that I’ve got that one last layer of frosty pink polish on my toenails, that our passports are handy and our luggage is properly tagged).

I don’t think it’s entirely hit me yet because I’m too calm. Historically, even positive change can fuck up my head and I’m the sort of person who rattles herself half to death at the least disruption of her tight little schedule.  The idea of being away from my work for a week is also rather daunting, and I already feel guilty about the fact that I’ll be killing all the SpyCams while we’re gone.  I do understand there’s Wi-Fi on the ship (probably expensive and payable per minute) so we should be able to at least check in briefly.  I don’t feature any real blogging until we get back but I should be able to whip off a few Tweets midweek to say “Hi, we didn’t sink.”

None of my strange little social phobias have really begun to sing yet either.  Not only am I facing the prospect of spending a week with a group of civilians (ie: non-porn people), most of them qualify as “Joe’s friends”, with the exception of one awesome chick who is perhaps becoming MY friend.  I have met most of them, liked most of them, and am at least neutral to those whom I experienced no immediate reaction to (and only actively dread one of them, although this person is utterly unimportant in the larger scheme of things and laughably transparent in its efforts to annoy and discomfit).  Still, all of the foregoing alone should be enough to set off strange tweaks of anxiety in me that will eventually display itself as chilly reserve and bored stiffness (I’m told I look like an utter cunt when I’m not smiling) until at least the 2nd day out when it’s become apparent that everyone is pretty much ok and not out to mess up my life.

There’s also the chance that Joe will feel like utter shit for the whole week and be unable to join me in gallivanting about our various ports of call.  He’s made me promise to go ahead without him, should his stomach issues kick in (and I will) but I’m hoping that having nothing to do for a week straight but relax will be enough to induce a mini-remission of his condition (and again, fuck you Doctor, we’re still sure its Crohn’s) and we’ll be able to do together the things we’ve talked about like horseback riding, snorkeling, sneaky outdoor porn shoots in tropical locations, and the odd random walking tour of random archaeological ruins.  But there IS a distinct chance I’ll be tagging along with people I don’t know particularly well.

But nope…..still, nary a twinge.

To add to the fun, it’s also hurricane season and according to the respective forecasts of each of our ports of call, we’re facing chances of thunderstorms all the way through our itinerary until at least Tuesday.  Wheee, should I bring Gravol?  But, nope, I’m not terribly worried about that either.

AND I’m leaving my cats for a week straight!  Piss on you if you’re not a cat person and are sitting there muttering to yourself “Pfft…..so???”  For a dedicated cat-mom, it’s upsetting and they’re already becoming clingy.  They’ve seen the suitcases, they know something’s up, and I’m already missing them.  Joe’s sister will be along every second day to top up the huge containers of food and water I will leave out, and I know they’ll probably sleep the whole time we’re gone, but STILL.  They’re my CATS.  They’ll be alone.  What if the house gets abducted by aliens?  What is cat burglers break in and steal them???  I already feel guilty.

But only a little.

Could it….could it BE that I expect to simply enjoy myself *gasp*?  Have I enough St. John’s Wort built up in my system after all these months that my usual jitters have melted away?  Or has my Id finally realized it’s 37 goddamn years old and finally chilled the fuck out?

Hell if I know, but what I’m mostly focusing on and anticipating is:

• this is my first real vacation, ever, anywhere.
• this is OUR first real vacation, together, anywhere.
• Joe’s boss/partner made like he won the lottery (he didn’t) and, unbelievably, is paying for all of this.  And no, sorry they’re not hiring right now.
• this is my first time ever leaving the country for somewhere utterly foreign.
• I’ve never been anywhere tropical.
• Once the take-off is out of the way, I sorta like flying and will probably be staring raptly out the window the whole time.  Until the landing, at least, at which point Joe and I will clutch each other as discreetly as possible.
• Even if it does thunderstorm for half of our time there, it’s still going to be 30+ degrees C.  Here, it’s already getting down to single-digit temperatures at night.  Celcius.  And the leaves have begun to change.
• I’m totally psyched at the thought of hanging out with that one chick I like the hell out of.
• I totally want a voodoo doll, if we can find one in Haiti.  And no, I won’t name it after you.
• we might be able to get in some sneaky outdoor porn shoots in awesome locations.
• there’s a casino onboard.  I’ve only ever seen two before:  the one here, and one that hilarious one in Cape Breton.
• I have a sexy new white bikini to show off.
• I have a gorgeous new evening gown to show off.
• Joe’s going to be in a tux twice and will look even more gorgeous than usual.
• I’ve never ridden a horse.
• I’ve never snorkeled.
• I’ve never seen a reef or a stingray.
• I won’t have any housework to do for a week.
• SHOPPING!!
• We’ve got a great stateroom to shoot in, even if we can’t get away with anything outside.
• Joe says he plans to bang the living hell out of me all week long.

Hmmm…nope.  Still no anxiety.  Gee, can’t imagine why……:D

Enjoy yourselves next week, darlings.  Thanks soooooo much for the sweet emails, messages, and Twitters wishing me bon voyage and to have a good trip.  Believe me, I plan to!

Mina xoxoxo

Current Mood: Cool

So, gee what a shocker, it’s raining again.  We were going to take a drive “up north” (which, around here, apparently is a general euphemism for getting the hell out of the city) and see if we could find a nice secluded spot to shoot some smoking stuff, and then drop in on some friends of Joe’s.  The drop-on is still technically possible, but if we do any pix, I’ll guess we’ll have to do it from under umbrellas.

We went out to dinner last night to help another friend celebrate her birthday.  The lucky recipient of our appetites (such as they were) was Steak Frites, downtown in Old Montreal.  To tell you the truth, I was not terribly impressed.  The food was good enough to warrant eating it, but not so great that I wanted to absolutely gorge myself.  Which I suppose is a good thing, but if all I wanted was to satisfy a gnawing in the tummy, I’d cook for myself.  More enjoyable was just hanging with our friends and meeting theirs.  This is a chick (she’s the gf of one of Joe’s best friends, to be exact) I’ve seen about 4 times now, perhaps, and each time we hang out, I like her more and more, which is something of a relief as we’ll be spending a week aboard a ship with her.

And yeahhhh, speaking of that ship, most of you know we’ll be off on the 20th for that 7-day cruise I’ve mentioned.  It’s hard to believe it’s only a week away — I remember thinking when Joe first told me about it, that it was “eons away” (seemed that way anyway), and of course being me, I’m stuttering back and forth on the knife edge of excitement and nervousness.

Excitement, because….well….it’s a CRUISE!  Out of the country!  Down south!  To neat places, hopefully with sunnier weather than what we’ve had here (not to mention, hopefully cleaned up and in full recuperation mode after three hurricanes passing through our exact itinerary).  And one of those places may make possible the acquisition of an actual Voodoo doll!  So be nice to me.  Heh.

Nervousness, because…well, that’s just me.  I’m an impossibly set-in-my-ways Virgo and face even the most pleasant prospects with a degree of nervousness.   My absolute favorite person in the world could be coming over to do my most favorite THING in the world, and I’d still be nervous.  I get nervous when my parents come over and I LIKE them.  It’s just me, although “nervousness” probably isn’t the correct term for it.  More of a free-floating anxiety with which I greet every change to my rigid little schedule, even pleasant ones.  St. John’s Wort takes care of it nicely, and I’m sure it will distill itself down to simple anticipation, once we’re underway.

And no, I haven’t watched Titantic since we found out we’re going.  And don’t plan to.  Not that I think we’re facing any such similar fate.  After all, despite the idiotic situations and questionable characters I’ve associated myself with over the years, I’ve gotten out of it all and away from them all without a scratch which indicates I apparently have a pretty good-sized horseshoe up my ass.  (And you thought I just walked funny.)  Still, I do know better than to add to the clutter of what’s already in my head, buzzing around and likely to render me sleepless for the next week.

One thing on our minds has been the concern that Joe’s going to feel too shitty to really enjoy himself.  As I think I’ve told some of you, we’re about 90% sure that he’s got Crohn’s Disease (Google it, if you don’t know what it is, although I’d be surprised considering its prevalence.  EVERYONE we know either has it, or colitis, or IBS, or knows someone that does).  Basically (from what we understand) that seems to mean his immune system is treating his gastro-intestinal system as a transplanted organ that should be eliminated at all costs and he feels just plain awful most of the time.  We’ve researched, talked to other people, and he’s had test after test after test — we’re now one away from getting a proper diagnosis — but in our hearts, we sort of know what we’re going to hear.  There are other cases beginning to reveal themselves amongst other family members too, which sucks for them, but has been oddly relieving (to me at least, although this is not something I’d wish on anyone).

The good news is, that if he does end up feeling crappy on our vacation, well…we’ll be on a very large ship, that looks very comfortable and where there will be very little he’ll HAVE to do.  If he needs to lay around for a week straight, he’ll totally be able to do that and will be just as happy to see me off running about with Jerusha (the chick whose birthday we celebrated).  Joe is the sort to whom “being there” when he’s sick usually means chill out, be pleasant, leave him be and spare him any obsessive worrying or serious discussion.  Keeping him supplied with movies and cigarettes is his preferred sort of nursing.

Ok, and the odd bit of lazy sex during which he can get away with moving as little as possible.

And what impact might this all have on our little porn empire and our performance therein?  Well, we’ve been dealing with it for months now, what impact have you detected, if any?

We’re still fucking like dogs whenever we’re up for it (which is at least once a week), we still shoot on a regular basis both for my sites and for his, and aside from my recommendation that, should you catch The Man on the BathroomCam, you piss right off, we don’t feel it’s impacted our viewers/fans a great deal at all.

Our output of content and raw fucking hasn’t gone down a bit (yesterday being a case in point when he decided a good dose of every Female-Fantasy Foreplay action he could think of, followed by good long hard pussy-pounding was the solution to my confession that I was stressed).  From a SpyCam viewer and porn fan standpoint, not a lot has changed for you guys, and this is all without any real clinical management of his condition yet.  Until he gets that diagnosis, right now the only thing we can do for him is make sure he eats right and keeps his stress levels down.

So yeah, it’s all good, and this is still what we do, what we love to do and have every intention of continuing to do. And you should totally be there with us for it all because we’re still producing some hot as fuck stuff.

And speaking of what we do, DO join me for a shower via the BathroomCam, boys and girls, because I DO believe I’ve babbled at you quite enough for one Sunday.

Mina xoxoox

Current Mood: Playful

Yess, yes, yes I did again:  so busy making porn I keep neglecting to tell you about it.  It’s been two weeks, dear Readers and from YOUR point of view, I have no doubt it looks like I haven’t been up to much.  Truth be told, I’ve been up to an assload, as members of our smutty little empire could have told you.

XxxMina Members, for example could have told you I’ve been up to hot outdoor sex, as was blogged/bragged about HERE, and they got to enjoy the video in a recent update:

Need I say another word about how hot it was to get it doggy-style bent over a fallen log, with Joe’s own thick log pounding away at my pussy?  I thought not.

Montreal Dream Members could have told you about some hot gallery update action from redhead Aby and another peek at her curvy naked hotness in sky-high 7″ heels:

SmokingMina Members could tell you about a recent outdoor masturbation session I indulged in with a Misty 120 in one hand and my own sweet bare pussy in the other:

And after watching me do so, I think you can understand why a certain someone whose cock I own decided I needed more than those little fingers afterwards….

And of course, Glamour Smokers members had some fun of their own with a sweet smoking interview from BBW Milla:

Our favorite combination of perky boobies and brash smoking silliness sat down with me to talk about everything from her smoking habits to hilarious sexual anecdotes and kept us in stitches the whole time.  If you’ve ever bemoaned how few chicks out there can talk to a camera, my heavens then our lovely Milla is the one for you!  Must see smoking fan TV, baby!

In other news, my hot round ass is snuggled into a very plushy new chair thank god.  I knocked the hell out of the old one with 4 years of hardcore camming and ran it into the ground.  One more camshow, I think, would have been all it took for it to collapse entirely — it was literally canted at about a 45 degrees to the side angle, and after a look at the construction, it seems I snapped some metal joint welded between the base and the chair itself.  Wow, now that is some hard camshow action.

Hope you’ve enjoyed these peeks at recent updates, and SpyCam wachers MAY have some live porn shoot action to watch today.  We may have some running around to do, and a dinner out with friends this evening, but I MAY want to whip off a couple of quick smoking fetish galleries.  I’m totally loaded with hot video to work with right now (and frankly prefer to update with video, especially when it comes to my smoking stuff) but I still like to keep a few galleries on hand, of course.

Happy wet fall weekend (*sniff* goodbye summer, but at least I got laid once under the warm sun), and do pick your favorite way into our world, and get your ass inside to join us for ours.

Mina xoxoxo