Saturday, January 30, 2021

Danger Fuels Passion In This Incredibly Naughty Story


About three years ago, I narrowly escaped with my life.

It is an incredible story about fear, danger, sex, and passion...

And I'm going to tell you it.

But first, if you have contacted me through my
annie@nakedtruth.ca
email in the last week or so, I didn't receive it. 

My nakedtruth.ca email service was down while I was transferring the domain name to another company.

Please re-send any emails I may have missed!

Also, thank you to everyone who has responded to my survey! I am surprised that in its first week, there have been over 40 participants! 

Here is the link, if you missed it: https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/K6K33C2

Next week, I will share the results. xoxoxo


Now, back to my story...

I was working as a Massage Goddess at The Byrd strip club in Whalley.

I liked giving massages to the after-work crowd: guys who hadn't gone home from work yet.

They were in a good mood, not drunk yet, wanted to wind down from their day, and I knew all the regulars from stripping in that club for over 17 years.

My routine was to work until the crowd started to turn rowdy. This usually happened around 9 or 10 pm.

I would say goodnight to all my inebriated friends and clients and head out the back door, where I would smoke a joint and chat with the smokers for a few minutes before heading across the parking lot to the nightclub, Panchos.

Panchos was never busy this early. Things didn't really pick up until around 11 or so, which was perfect for me.

I would buy a drink, head to my spot on the dance floor and dance until I could dance no more.

As the club filled up, I would either leave to go home to my kids. Or, when they were at their dad's house, I would stay until the lights came on.

I would stay on the dance floor for 90% of the rest of the night.

One night, in particular, I said goodbye to the rowdy men in The Byrd who were stringing me along, pretending they wanted to buy massages but first they wanted to buy me a drink, etc.

Outside the back door, I struck up a conversation with a couple of guys who had bought massages from me before. I lit a joint and we smoked it, laughing and chatting, not a care in the world.

Suddenly, the two guys I was talking to, having looked past me to something that startled them, darted away from me, one hid around the corner of the wall and the other jumped behind a concrete post.

Two men had just exited the strip club and one of them turned around really fast and went back in the club. The other guy hid behind a car.

Completely unaware of what was happening, I slowly turned around to find myself staring down the barrel of gun.

My brain pieced it all together belatedly.

One of the guys who had come out of the bar was the target. He was hiding behind a car now.

The guy holding the gun was drunk as fuck!

He stood there swaying with his wavering gun unsteady and his eyes unfocused.

"Come out of there," he yelled at the guy behind the car. But his eyes were locked on me.

I was frozen to the spot sensing that any sudden movement could set him off.

"I'm sorry, man!" yelled the dude behind the car.

After what seemed like forever but was only seconds, the would-be shooter started to swivel his gun towards the sound of the guy's voice instead of aiming at me. 

Just as I thought I was out of the woods, the gun went off!

A bullet flew past my ear and hit the wall behind me, ricocheting into the guy hiding behind the post. He fell to the ground and started screaming and holding his ankle.

Looking back at the shooter, I saw that he still held the gun but it wasn't trained on me. I knew the police would be coming. The last thing I needed was to be seen talking to police in this neighbourhood!

As I melted into the shadows between the strip club and the night club, I watched the shooter turn and flee from the parking lot. 

His target tried to get back into the strip club but several bouncers stood inside the door refusing to let him in. He ended up taking off towards the front parking lot, while buddy with the bullet in his ankle continued to cry and beg for help.

I felt bad for him, but there was nothing I could do.

After making sure no one was looking my way, I slipped into Panchos. I could hear the sirens. The cops and ambulance were on their way.


Inside the club, the music was blaring and the night club staff were oblivious to the near murder that took place outside. There were maybe twenty customers standing around the pool tables and dance floor.

I asked for two shots and a vodka on ice. The bartender looked at me funny because I usually ordered a vodka and a bottled water.

I shrugged, forced a smile, and said, "I worked hard tonight. I deserve it."

"Absolultely," he replied, winking at me. 

I drank both shots, then made my way to the dance floor. I had my own spot where I could put my drink on the speaker and shove my purse inside the speaker.

The rest of the night, I stayed on the dance floor. I was surprised when no police officers came into the night club to ask questions. I could see their lights flashing in the parking lot when people came through the doors.

A dancer friend from the strip club approached me. "Did you see what happened?"

"No," I replied. "What? What happened?" I hoped I sounded convincing.

"Some guy got shot in the back parking lot right after you left tonight. I thought you might have seen it."

"Holy shit!" I feigned shock. "I must have just missed it! Anyone we know?"

"Yeah, Jamie," she said. "He's a regular at the club. You'd recognize him if you saw him."

"Wow," I replied. "Poor guy. I hope he's okay."

"He's okay," she said. "He might have a limp but he'll live. He was shot in the ankle."

"Shit, well, at least he's alive." It was all I could think of to say.


After that, my memory gets fuzzy for a bit. I drank a lot but I also danced a lot. I remember talking to the other guy who had been with me when everything went down. He had been out with the guy who got shot.

He said, "That's crazy what happened tonight, hey?"

I looked at him and replied, "I don't know what  you're talking about."

His expression changed for a moment, then he rushed to assure me that he hadn't talked to the cops and he'd never tell anyone that I was there.

It didn't really matter. The only one that was a threat to me already knew I'd been there. The shooter.

I told him thank you and that's all I can recall of the conversation.

I remember feeling woozy from the vodka. I bought a bottled water and went outside for some fresh air. It was late now and the cops were gone.

I reflected on the events of the evening. How had I been so calm when I was so scared? You never know how you're going to react in a situation until it happens to you... that's for sure!


I was sitting on a concrete barrier, sipping water and thinking about the meaning of life, when a gorgeous man walked up to me.

"What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" he asked.

I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing. There was no rhyme or reason and I hoped I wasn't offending him, but I couldn't stop. I giggled so hard, I had tears coming out of my eyes.

What WAS a nice girl like me doing in a place LIKE THIS?

It was a question I had been asking myself without even realizing it, ever since I stared down the barrel of that gun earlier tonight.

Then I remembered...

I may be a nice girl, but I'm a bad girl. Women, like me, who strip or give massages in strip clubs, are considered bad. Our niceness doesn't really matter. And needless to say... we are often found in parking lots drinking bottled water.

I laughed harder.

Not to mention, if I could dance in a nightclub five nights a week for the rest of my life... I would.

This last thought helped me gain control of myself. My life.


With effort, I stopped laughing.

I was here to dance, then hopefully find an after party. I definitely wasn't ready to go home yet.

Fortunately, the gorgeous hunk of a man in front of me wasn't put off by my emotional, maniacal giggling. He seemed to be amused.

"Sorry," I said. "I just found what you said really funny." I pushed fresh giggles back down as they threatened to erupt again. "Can I buy you a drink?"

Looking surprised, he said, "Why no, you can't. But I will buy you a drink."

"I've had a lot to drink already."

"Well, then. I hope you will still join me and if you decide you'd like a drink, please let me know. I'm Fergus."

I liked his politeness and chivalry. Guys like him seem far and few between these days.

He was a strapping Scottishman, with an accent to boot.

My plan was to seduce him and forget about my crazy night. But my plan was thwarted by an instinct that came out of the womb with me - the instinct to dance. 

I inevitably wandered away from Fergus and found my way to the dance floor, losing myself in the music. 


When the lights came on, the gorgeous man named Fergus was gone.

I shuffled out of the bar with my friends from the strip club who had migrated over after their shifts.

"Hey Annie, want to go to an after party?"

That was precisely what I wanted to do. I caught a ride in a cab with my friends.  

Later, it was probably around 4 am, I was sitting around a fire outside at the after party, when I noticed someone standing beside me in my peripheral vision.

I looked up. It was Fergus. He was smiling at me.

"Hello, Annie," he said. "I'm not following you, I promise."

"How do you know I'm not following you?" I asked.

"Because I just arrived," he said, smirking.

Fergus sat in a chair beside me at the fire and we talked until the sun came up. People were trickling out of the house and down the driveway. Cabs were showing up, one after another. 

Fergus offered to share a cab and pay for me to get home. I climbed into the backseat of the cab with him. I had no intention of going home just yet.

When Fergus put his hand on my leg like a gentleman, insinuating his intentions, I took his hand like a horny slut and slid it up the inside of my thigh. 

The rest of the cab ride, I was driven wild with arousal feeling his hand surreptitiously rubbing me between my legs.


We went to his place.

The second we were through the door, we were all over each other, frantic, urgently needing each other. 

I fucked that man like it was the last day of my life. 

All the nervous excitement of almost dying in The Byrd parking lot had me revved up. I did things that morning that I will never admit to anyone. 

My naughtiness was maxxed out and my arousal was through the roof.

Fergus rose to the challenge and matched my passion with his own. His hard, throbbing cock pierced me so exquisitely that I quivered when he entered me.

My nipples stayed hard for the entire encounter. The whole experience was in itself, like a powerful orgasm with even more powerful multiple orgasms on top. 

Just writing about it makes my heart race and my pussy hot!

When Fergus came, he came loudly, thrusting his hips smoothly several times as he bellowed his triumph. I clung to him, riding those waves into a final climax of my own. 


In those moments after, as we separated our bodies and cleaned up, I was in a whole other world. My head was fuzzy. My legs were wobbly. My mind was blank.

The only thing that registered was the pleasurable hum of my body as I mechanically moved around. It was the most relaxed I had felt in a long time.

Fergus was just the distraction I needed.

We spent the whole day in bed, as I had no kids at home that day and he was a bachelor.

He cooked me breakfast, we slept. We made love again.  

We talked. 

But I did not share what had happened to me that night. My own safety depended on it. I wanted to erase my part in that encounter by not acknowledging it at all or bringing attention to myself. 

The shooter would hopefully know that if anyone ratted on him, it wasn't me.

It has been years now and nothing ever came of that night that I know of.

The guy who was shot never came back to the bar again but I saw his friend all the time. We never spoke of that night.

Fergus moved back to Scotland and our brief liaison ended. We're still Facebook friends.

And if you believe any of that, I am a great storyteller!


Did I keep your attention? Did you read to the end? 

This story is pure fiction inspired by a novel I'm reading right now. It's called "Black Ice" by Becca Fitzpatrick. It's the best novel I've read in a long time.

It is full of danger and romance, but NO fucking or orgasms. LOL

I wanted to see if I could write like the author of that book, but spice it up a little. Did I have you hooked?

I hope you have a wonderful week full of horny thoughts about a naughty little Massage Goddess in White Rock BC!

Love Annie


Text or Email today!
236-881-1444
hallelujah.dream@gmail.com

Friday, January 22, 2021

Please Take My "Help Me Serve You Better" Survey


It's a new year and every business should evaluate their strategies and protocols at least annually.

So, today I'm asking you to complete this short survey which will help me serve you better.

This survey will help me: 

  • know where to put my marketing efforts in reaching my favourite clients,
  • find out how you feel about physical features in ad or website photos which may be different when you meet in person,
  • identify the best work hours for my favourite clients, and
  • the most important thing I want to know... What keeps you coming back for more?

As you can see, it is a very short survey, but the answers are very meaningful.

I've also left a space at the end to share your name if you are a regular and feel safe to do so. Otherwise, please be assured that this survey is 100% confidential.


Advertising and Social Media

One of my New Year's resolutions is to cut back on social media.

I am already accomplishing that a lot!

The only downside is that when I do go on, I have so many notifications!

I also disabled my Instagram account because I didn't feel like it was helping my business.

It was just one more platform to update.

However, if my survey shows that a lot of you found me through Instagram, then I may decide to reactivate it.

Twitter is a platform I'd love to get rid of! It's just not that enjoyable for me. But I believe it gets me a fair amount of traffic to my site.

Facebook is where I show all my true colours and I will only add clients who I feel a connection with and trust. 

I understand most married clients would rather not be my friend on Facebook anyway.

But I enjoy Facebook the most out of my social media accounts. I like seeing people's baby photos and hearing their rants on issues that matter to them.

Facebook gives me a chance to get to know someone in a way that meeting in person never could. It's a window into people's minds, which is fascinating to me.

However, I spend too much time on Facebook and it continues to the be a platform I over-indulge on. 

Sometimes I just want to deactivate them all. And maybe... just maybe I will do that this year. 

I will have to see my survey results!


My Hair

As some of you know, I have been growing out my hair. It was very short when I started doing sensual massage over two years ago.

The photos you see on my site are of me wearing different wigs, mostly.

However, I have recently begun to wear my natural hair for clients I have a real connection with. (only two so far)

I am not planning to get rid of my wigs any time soon, but I am thinking about slowing phasing them out as my hair grows.

Having my natural hair for bookings will give me more freedom in my sessions, depending on the client. This is something I can discuss in person with you.

For many of you, I'm suspect hair is not a big deal. I've had my hair many which ways over the past 23 years in the adult entertainment business. 

My favourite clients have been loyal through every hair phase... THANK YOU! 

But I also know that "catfishing" is a thing that clients get really uptight about. They want their provider to look the same at the door as they do in their ad.

I will be sharing photos of me with my natural hair very soon. However, I will want to continue to use my older photos too.

I like to recycle photos to keep things fresh on my blog. I can't do photo shoots every week!

So, you tell me... Do you care about hair?

The answers to this question will help me decide how to move forward on my hair issue. And whether, perhaps, I should keep the wig indefinitely.   


Hours of Availability

Currently, I work days between 10 am and 4 pm, for the most part. 

I work on weekends too, so that people who work 9-5, Monday to Friday, can still book sessions on their days off.

Are these hours working for you?

What is the best time of day for you to see a provider?

The answers to this question may determine if I adjust my availability.


What Keeps You Coming Back for More?

My favourite clients are my regulars who I have grown to care deeply about.

I look so forward to our sessions because we have already established trust and respect.

That is not to say I don't enjoy new clients too. I do!

In fact, I am sometimes surprised how quick a connection I can feel the first time a client visits me.

But my regulars... YOU are my favourite clients. I love having you in my life and look so forward to our sessions.

So, I want to ask you: What keeps you coming back for more?

This question can be answered by anyone who has seen a provider more than once - not just clients who have seen me.

I am most excited to learn these answers. Perhaps it will change how I do business in some way?!

I love growing and improving in all areas of my life.

Help me grow and improve!

Please take my survey at this link: https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/K6K33C2

This next photo... 

...is NOT a new service I offer! I DO NOT offer BJ's in my massage practice.

Read the caption to find out the story behind this  photo.

This is not the original but a re-enactment with my photographer...

Can you believe, I had a client pay me
$100 to take a photo like this. My
mouth did not make contact!
But it sure is a sexy photo,
don't you think?

Thank you in advance to everyone who takes my survey!

https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/K6K33C2

I hope to hear from you soon. xoxo

Love Annie

Text or Email today!
236-881-1444
hallelujah.dream@gmail.com


Monday, January 18, 2021

Life Is Hard Sometimes - But We Have Each Other


Dear Clients,

This is a letter to thank you.

For years, I have lived in full passion.

I have chosen right now over everything else. I have lived for the present. And I have been grateful.

But recently, I went through some personal stuff in my family and it was hard.

I found myself dwelling on dark experiences from my past - experiences I do not want to think about. They are in the past. They do not determine my present or future.

Being aware of this didn't help. So, I knew I was going through a bit of depression.

Typical for me, my reaction was to suddenly become numb.

This can be done with alcohol and drugs, but some of us don't even need it. Our numbness is automatic and comes from years of practice.

It is a defense mechanism that some of you may be very familiar with. It makes you feel... nothing.

Numbness kills the bad feelings but also the good feelings too.

There is only one way to get out of the numbness... 

 


At times like this, I look for experiences that make me feel alive!

I think of ways to feel again.


At times like this, I love my work because...

In your arms I will feel...

...something.

 

Despite going through years of health issues that made a normal life impossible; I always knew, without a doubt, that one day I would have my life back. 

I promised myself that when I did, I would never take my life for granted again.

I knew then and I know now that being numb is a waste of life.

I know, from experience... from learning the hard way... I know that life is meant to be lived to the mother fucking fullest.


Through my work,
I offer the same thing that you offer me.

Moments of pleasure. 

Moments of "right now."

You give me that.

For the moments we are together, you give me freedom from the whatever life is throwing my way.

You bring me out of it.

Your touch and your smile... they fill me up. 

For the brief time we are together, I am present. 

I want to thank you for that.

Together we can escape the aches and pains of our regular lives. We can find...

A respite from reality.

A window into fantasy.

A naked hug; a relaxing rub; a place to be "enough."

This is the beauty of human connection.

And I am very grateful to have you. xo

Love Annie


Text or Email today!
236-881-1444
hallelujah.dream@gmail.com

Saturday, January 9, 2021

Nothing but Nudes for My Birthday


Last week I celebrated my birthday!

I am getting older and hornier!

YOU... the sexy men I get to press my  naked body against... keep me wanting more... and more... and more!

To celebrate a hornier than usual birthday, I thought I'd share a compilation of NAKED photos with you.

Every photo of me in this post is completely nude.

Many of them, you may have already seen. 

But I included a few new ones at the end. 

I hope you enjoy them!

 Love Annie xo

My feet aren't naked but the rest is. ;)

I'm waiting for you to book a massage.

Candid photo

Candid photo

Personally, I love red hair on me.

I'm praying you'll come back soon.

Hot red shoes are beautiful!

Peek-a-boo!

Goodbye 2020!

This dream catcher caught
a goddess!

I loved being tied up!

The rope up the crack of my ass
was turning me on!

I love a man who is good with his hands.

Me learning how to do selfies. LOL

A photo accidentally taken.

There's more skin for more tattoos!

Do you like your women tiny?

My turn for a massage!

Should I get dressed to make the bacon?


Fun with mirrors!

I took these last photos on my
birthday!

I'm getting older but sweeter. xo


Text or Email today!
236-881-1444
hallelujah.dream@gmail.com

Saturday, January 2, 2021

Ten Nude Year Resolutions for 2021


-----IT'S MY BIRTHDAY WEEK! Wanna get naked with me?-----

Before my birthday, I am setting goals for the year ahead...

I have several resolutions for my NUDE year! 

(And I have some resolutions for when I'm not nude too!)

What are YOUR resolutions?

I'd love to hear from you by email or text. What changes are you hoping to make this year?

My NUDE and NEW Year's Resolutions... 


I think I need more sexy dick photos in 2021 too!

#1. Have More Orgasms!

I already have a lot of orgasms but I thought, why not?! There are never too many orgasms! Can you help me achieve my goal? *naughty giggle*

 

I always dress sexy to write! ;)

#2. Get My First Novel Published!

I wrote a novel many moons ago. I am finally self-publishing it because I'm too lazy to write a synopsis and send it out to publishers in hopes one of them picks it up. My kids have been pushing me to do it for years! I have hired a self-publishing company to help me and it's very exciting. I've also written another novel and I have several other book ideas in my mind. Wish me luck!


It looks like I'm playing with myself,
but I'm just trying to click the remote.
LOL

#3. Learn New Session Techniques!

I am always trying to find new ways to keep sessions exciting for regulars without going outside my boundaries. This year, I will continue my education in new massage techniques and other ways to tantalize and stimulate you! Please offer advice to help me learn. xoxo


I need to break the chains
of mental slavery and
be free and healthy!

#4. Get Healthy!

I have to admit. Covid 1984 has affected my mental health which has affected my physical health. Mask anxiety and the social disconnection in day-to-day life, plus the closing of a center that I volunteered at --- all combined to put me in a dark place at moments over the past year. In 2021, I want to disconnect from social media more and exercise more. I want to feel good and avoid anything toxic to my happiness. After all, health is wealth! Am I right?


This was the scene of my last experience being a client!

#5. See More Sex Workers!

Yes, I am a provider, but I am also a client! I enjoy a professional sex worker who is passionate about their work. Most male escorts listed are bisexual which is even more of a turn on for me. I love men who love men. Well, if I'm honest, I really just love... men. Seeing more sex workers will also help me with my first resolution to have more orgasms! The most interesting thing about being a client is that I can view my business from your perspective. I have seen a handful of sex workers but only one who really rocked my world! I want to be the one who rocks YOUR world.


Would you be my friend?

#6. Nurture Friendships!

I feel like I do not have time for in-person friendships. But when shit gets hard, I really wish I had some! This year, I am going to try and build friendships in-person with people I connect with. I need to learn to have friendships outside of horny playtime or being a home-maker. My life is definitely busy. Normally, my life truly revolves around working and being a mom. But this year, I'd like to find a way to make time for friends. If you have any advice on this, please let me know!


Hitachi Magic Wand!

#7. Buy A New Vibrator!

I have a favourite vibrator and I bring it back and forth between my home and my massage studio. But sometimes I forget it at one place or another and don't realize until I want to use it. This is a tragedy, I know. This year, I want to have my favourite vibrator at home and at work (TWO VIBRATORS!), so I never miss a chance to have a quick, electric-powered orgasm again. (This will also help me with my first resolution to have more orgasms this year.)


Don't I look smart in this photo? *giggle*

#8. Learn More About Blockchain Technology and Cryptocurrency!

This is a subject I find fascinating and I've only begun to explore the surface of what it is and how it will impact money and the world. I have a very small, long-term investment in crypto so I can watch how volatile it is, experience the trends, and get a better grasp of this new and exciting currency.


This is from the last pro shoot I did in 2020.

#9. Hire Professional Photographers More!

Last year, because of covid, I only did one professional photo shoot for the entire year and it was in February. I miss getting professional photos done. Don't get me wrong, taking sexy selfies is fun too. But this year, I'd like to have at least three or four shoots throughout the year, if not more. This just reminded me that I found a photographer on Twitter who does super sexy work! Check him out. I should ask him how much he charges. Yay!


Our new logo!

#10. Get The *New* Naked Truth Launched!

Some of you may remember that I started a business with two sex worker colleagues last year. The business is a social enterprise that involves offering business solutions to sex workers that prioritize health and safety. The last web developer we had really fucked us over. We stopped working with him after spending thousands of dollars. But our idea is so important to us, that we started from scratch again with another web developer. Cross your fingers this one comes through! He says we should be up and running early this year. I'll update you when we've reached that milestone!


What are you New Year's resolutions? 

I hope one of them is to come and see me!

I sincerely wish you all an amazing, wonderful year full of orgasms and friendships.

Love Annie


Text or Email today!
236-881-1444
hallelujah.dream@gmail.com

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