Hi, It's Me

Wow, it's been a whole year since I last made a blog post, that's terrible. I wish I had an excuse, but I just don't. Unless you count visiting eight countries, numerous cities, a huge move from one side of the country to the other and committing carnal sins along the way as an 'excuse.'

As I enter a new phase of 'Nikki Irish' I wanted to also bring you along on the journey. I'm revamping my website, getting new photos (which I loathe doing so much it keeps me rooted in place with a frozen mannequin look on my face) and just trying to make sure you can keep up with these manic changes going on if you want to. If not just use my current candid photos on Twitter to fuel your dirty fantasies, no judgement.

One of the things I hear most often is that people love how open I am. It helps them to get to know me and determine compatibility. Great! That is sort of the purpose (and also, who doesn't love to read their own witty words on a screen?), but I've been finding that when people say that and only spend an hour with me it's very hard to break through the ice and get to my warm, witty, adorable personality to be the person they see here (all modest and everything).

I have always loved hour encounters. I know some providers put them out there as a waste of time, but I think it's perspective. I love the idea of an illicit lunchtime quickie. The kind that leaves you ripping each other's clothes off and before you know it, putting them back on again. It can also be a slow, lazy encounter where the chatting melds into an easy nakedness that ends with a sigh and a promise to do it again soon. I just love the wantonness, or ease, of it. 


But to get to the deepest part of Nikki Irish (which, let's face it, is probably far too real) it takes time. You have to really invest to see the parts of me that make you laugh out loud, long to touch me, or feel like you know exactly who I am because you are that too. 

I'm only saying this because there is no quicker way to disappointment than rushing through and only skimming my surface (there, there, yes there...) hoping to feel deep intimacy. I just don't think that's what one hour provides by its nature.

So, send me a note about dinner or more extended time with me. We can flirt and ramp up tension, we can tell each other what we really want out of this and we can anticipate. Anticipation...mmmmmm. 

Or, come and have me for a fast lunch, or hot evening meeting to sate your most immediate desires. It's up to you, I'm just saying you're missing the best part of me, but you still won't be disappointed (I know, I'm working on being less modest).

Thank you for coming with me on this journey, I think we'll have fun. Look for new donation options regarding Skype meets, texting and phone calls and a few other sexy options for those of you who totally disregarded my dinner option (hee hee - guilt trip!). I look forward to connecting to you in any way that fills your needs. 


Let me add a redheaded dimension to your life, you'll start to see in technicolor.


Nikki Irish