LustyLouisa's Christmas Wish List

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!


I have had a few people ask me what I would like for Christmas this year.  I had never really thought about doing a Christmas wish list before but since it seems like there are a few of you out there that would like to send me something.   So, I will do my part by giving you a few ideas of what I would wish for.  Here is my list:

A pair of tall black leather or patent leather flat bottom boots - size 9
A pair of shiny red or white "fuck me" boots - size 9
A gift card to Macy's Dept. Store
A gift card to Frederick's of Hollywood
An IPad
An IPhone
A new pair of red or black high heels - size 9
A pair of black winter boots - size 9
An Amazon gift card
Sterling Silver dangle earrings
Nylons, pantyhose, and leggings of all kinds - size tall
A long fishnet robe - red, white, or black (or any color)
Leather and PVC shorty tops, long sleeve
Long leather and PVC gloves
A full HD video camera (1080p)
PVC outfits
A new website

My address is:  LL Studios, P.O. Box 22, Leeds, MA.  01053

And for all you Santa's out there, please know that I have been really NAUGHTY this year!!!!


Juicy Smooches,
Lusty Louisa


P.S.  I hope you all have a Merry Christmas and the very best Happy New Year!!

Exxxotica Expo

We really didn’t know what we’d find there, but knew it could be fun. So James and I set out last fall to the Exxxotica Expo being held in New Jersey, and are glad we did.  Arriving at our hotel Friday night, it seemed too late to do anything more but find the place so we’d know where to go tomorrow – easier said than done without a GPS in the car.

Since we planned only for Saturday’s admission, we wouldn’t be able to get inside that night for a preview… or so we thought.  By time we found the building, it was within an hour of closing, and one of the organizers let us in so we could take a look around.  That was really nice. Besides, he knew we’d be coming the next day.

Nice smile Max!

The space was huge, with porn and talent on display everywhere. Wow. Booth after booth occupied by this group or that person promoting their product, and all behaving very friendly.  And cameras were not only allowed inside, but actually encouraged. Very cool.  Needless to say, we took advantage of that. After a quick walk-through, we had to go.

First thing on Saturday, I went over to give a hug to Big Max, and say “hi” to Natasha Star and Effie Daniels, both of whom I met during a shoot with D.Wise in Boston a few months earlier.  Then it was off to explore!

Karen Kougar after seminar

We attended several seminars held in “rooms” that consisted of cloth curtains that did nothing to hold back the din of the crowded exhibit hall, so it was something of a chore to hear presenters.

Karen Kougar gave a light-hearted talk about recruiting “cubs” to fuck, after which we spent some time talking. Despite assurances that we would stay in touch, the lovely MILF stopped responding after an email or two.  It could have been fun. Oh well.

OK Rita, lick it!

We then had a nice chat with the sexy sixty-something Rita Daniels, who has stayed in touch and offered lots of friendly, helpful advice and information about the business.  Thanks Rita, you’re a sweetheart!

Hubby James was amused by the occasional brief glimpses of uncovered pussies, which seemed to increase in frequency as the afternoon wore on and the atmosphere seemed more relaxed. Hey, this was largely a PORN expo – so what? Too bad there wasn’t any option for live public sex!

Angelica, my long lost sister?

Imagine if, on a whim, I could have pulled some guy’s cock out and started giving him a blowjob right there among the exhibits.  How horny I would have gotten as gawkers gathered, shutters clicked, and video cameras rolled.  Well I can dream, can’t I?  (Hmmm… maybe I’ll film a quickie in the big city sometime.)

We collected lots of promotional material, and were even approached by some folks who wanted to save our souls. My soul is just fine thanks. We thoroughly enjoyed our very friendly interactions with a few trannies of Tranny Strip, who were promoting their club scene in the city. The super-friendly Angelica is bartender for those events. Got to say, these girls really are hot, and fun! I’d love to see them again sometime.

We never bumped into D.Wise, which I was very sorry about.  Soon bro. After a packed afternoon and evening there, Hubby and I stopped on the way back to the hotel for some great food at a place we stumbled upon while navigated the unfamiliar streets. We wanted to get into Manhattan the next day, so then headed back to rest up.

I’ll tell you about that wonderful day in the city in my next entry, coming soon!

Juicy Smooches,

Lusty Louisa

Back for more!

Hi Folks,

Thanks for stopping by. I know it’s been a while since I’ve updated, so of course much has happened.  Life throws its curve balls, but on balance it’s been good here. I’ve made new friends, had new experiences, and can’t wait to share some exciting new stories and pictures with you.

So, to start off, I thought I'd add little bit about my wardrobe, which has expanded significantly (just like my Hubby's cock): I like it!

Checking out a boa in my studio

One of the really fun things about being an exhibitionist is that I’ve accumulated lots of what I call “fun clothes.” And Hubby has loved this part of our journey together so much that we still go out quite often to look for more to add to my collection.  He calls all this stuff “playwear.”  I’m not just talking about items like mass-produced lingerie that were meant all along to encourage “the urge”, but instead all kinds of so-called “normal” clothing that can be used “the wrong way.”

We’ve become expert at envisioning alternative uses for some pretty run-of-the-mill clothing items, including ways of wearing things that were never intended. It’s a creative pastime, and not always successful. Through the years, fashion designers have given us enough raw material to keep us busy forever.

One favorite example is a dress that was okay when worn as intended.  But on my Hubby’s suggestion, I tried it on backwards (Yes, that’s right!), and all of the sudden… Va-Voom!  It was great!  My boobs fell through the crisscrossed back-straps like that’s what they were designed for, and the rest of the dress fit like a charm.  What a surprise.

I liked it so much that I threw a very sheer see-through top over it, put on a belt, and wore it out to a swingers dance that night. It turned heads. I got breathy propositions, and nearly had sex on the dance floor and at the tables with a number of guys. What fun! And to my delight, all this made Hubby very horny for me… not that was ever a problem – LOL!  The outfit made me feel like a million bucks!

Just a small portion of my total "fun clothes" wardrobe!

Now I’ve got several racks loaded with tops, dresses, skirts (very short skirts!), assorted lingerie, dozens of belts of every size and color, a few dozens of pairs of shoes and boots in many styles and heights.  My man is a boot-lover, so he’s helped me out quite a bit in that department. And like me, he also loves belts. Of course, that’s not all, but what’s really nice is that we usually agree about what works and what doesn’t.

Footwear in the hall!

Speak of boots, I really love those kinky “fuck me” kind and others that go so well with some of the more fetish clothing I’ve gotten hold of, some of which is of the shiny variety – PVC/vinyl, latex, etc. and even some leather. There are lots of buckles, zippers, and straps too! To go with those, I’ve acquired some implements -- like whips, crops, floggers, handcuffs… and chains -- that come in quite handy when I’m in my Domme mode.

But if you think all this costs a bundle, think again. Sure, I’ve done my share of retail shopping, both online and at brick-and-mortar stores, but we’ve also discovered hidden treasures at thrift stores.  Sometimes we find nothing. Other times we luck out.  Some stuff is great right off the rack, but a whole lot more comes home with major modifications in mind.  For instance, there are always the dresses and skirts that need to be shortened… a lot!!! We also always keep an eye on how easily I can slip my tits out, and how accessible my pussy will be.

We’ve embraced alterations and the endless mix-and-match (and surprising mismatches that work!) possibilities.  It sure is fun to think outside the box!

Juicy Smooches,

Lusty Louisa

Something’s Burning

On a recent Saturday night, I found myself so hot & horny that my libido might set the house on fire.  My lust mounted, and despite my best efforts to contain it, the winds of my desire only fanned the flames. They were growing out of control, and I realized I needed some help.  And fast.

So I did what any bad girl would to do, and called my local fire department.  Although the flames never have been completely extinguished, I pleaded with them to please send someone over who might be able to at least help me cool the fire fed by these raging hormones, even if only a bit. 

“We’ll get someone there right away Mam” the curious-sounding voice on the other end said. But a blaze was already licking my ass, and I needed to do something NOW!  So, I went solo, working those hot-spots, where-ever they popped up, with everything I had. When it seemed that I was getting a handle on the inferno, reducing one hot-spot after another to a smolder, a new one would erupt with more fury somewhere else.  I used my bare hands, kitchen utensils, garden tools… whatever I could find to beat back the conflagration, until it seemed all was about to be lost.

Not a moment too late, there was a knock at my door.  Opening it up, my eyes fell upon Fireman Mack who was standing at the ready to take on the task of containing my runaway firestorm.

He looked an excellent choice to come to my rescue, as his eyes promptly evaluated the scene before him.  With a palpable sense of duty and expertise, Mister Raincoat/Helmet Man quickly identified my numerous hotspots, and revealed his love for the job by asking if he had missed any.  I hesitated, not knowing if I should point out every little ember, when he whipped out his equipment right in front of my amazed face. Ho Boy, had they sent the right guy!  The red glow of my crackling desire reflected right off the sheen of his finely maintained instrument as he readied it for work.

He assured me that his gear had successfully managed situations like this before, although maybe none quite as hot.  Immediately, I hustled Mack in through the door and examined his apparatus more closely, just to make sure that it was “up” to the job.  His sturdy fire hose appeared to be of superior quality, so I encouraged him to let the fluid pressure build quickly so he could start performing his duty.

“I know just what to do,” said Mack.  Skillfully positioning that hose of his, he recommended that he should enter and exit both my front and back doors -- and do so several times – as the best strategy.  This approach, he told me, would initially make the situation worse, but could actually give him the chance to surround the blaze and gain control.

With the commitment of a man on a mission, he toiled away vigorously, assuring me that I need not help. “Just let me take over and do all the work,” he said with the confidence of a seasoned firefighter.  His increasingly heavy breathing expelled air that – as it brushed my exposed skin here and there – gave away the blast-furnace deep within his finely toned exterior.

When I exclaimed with alarm that it exceeded the heat of the fire he was supposed to be extinguishing, he told me not to worry, as sometimes it’s best to fight fire with fire. Submitting to his obvious skill, I let him do as he deemed necessary. I think I could hear alarms going off in other houses in the neighborhood as the “battle” raged on within these walls.

I was gasping for air and about to pass out when he announced that it was over.  He had finally succeeded, and I started to catch my breath as he licked my many “wounds” in hopes of soothing the burns covering my body.  My relief and his victory lap (and boy, was he “lapping”!), however, turned out a bit premature.

This was indeed a fire unlike any he had ever tackled, so when it started up all over again – a hotspot here and then another there – he seemed slightly dazed and off-guard.

But this guy really relished his work and it showed.  After a couple of non-stop hours of chasing down and smothering the flames, Mack decided it was time to bring out his secret weapon, a special spray of his own making. He explained that he expected this to put out any and all fires, and it would be his last shot.  He begged for my help throttling up his pump to make sure it was fully loaded before he shot his final wad, and I, still winded and aching, happily obliged.

A few minutes on, he let out a Geronimo-like scream as he spurted helplessly in unintended directions. “I have to do this in order to make sure that the fire is completely out,” he rationalized. He guessed right.

Hot, but dripping wet with his special concoction, a calm fell over me as I realized the flames were finally out. Mack the Fireman was completely exhausted, but had an unmistakable look of satisfaction on his face as he thoroughly surveyed my property… you know, just to make sure.

Worn out, he whispered to me that this was the hottest fire that he had ever had the privilege of engaging, and that he hoped soon, the alarm at the fire station would go off for this address again.  Who knows, my next blaze just might be a two or three alarm inferno!

This story – embellished just a little (LOL!) -- of my encounter with Mack the Fireman is based on a true story. I hope you enjoyed it.  Mack is really a fireman I know, and believe me, he really does know how to handle that hose of his to tame the hottest of situations.

Till next time, be good (and bad!) and have some hot and horny fun.

Juicy Smooches,

Lusty Louisa

Bad Blog

Hey Folks,

I had a blog under my former identity that I started to change to reflect my new name, but got locked out in mid-process.  Since I cannot access it, I can't make any more changes to it, and so far I have not been able to delete it.  So, if you get to a blog titled "Lusty Louisa" but it still has "hotwifelouisa" in the URL, please disregard it!

This is my new blog, and you'll notice that it has  "lustylouisa" in the URL address.

Regarding my name change, here's what I recently wrote to all my Twitter friends:

Dear Friends, I am changing my name to “Lusty Louisa”.  I am no longer associated with, nor do I benefit from the name “Hotwife Louisa” in any way.  This is due 2 circumstances beyond my control.  I hope you will continue to follow me.

Juicy Smooches,
Lusty Louisa

My “Naughty Mode”!

I couldn’t wait to let you all see me in my “naughty mode”, so decided to share this picture of me being myself for the lens of my Hubby James' camera.  I really do hope that you will cum check out my videos -- and that you cum and cum again!