First Blog!!
Get to know the artist in me

Good evening from the North East!
 Today you get to really know me. I know that we get to talk on cam, but why not dig deeper into the mind of someone who can draw your dreams into reality? 
Art isnā€™t just in drawing..its the feeling, from inside. No, not the mind, definitely not the heart, preferably not my gut, but definitely where the wet paint brush has magically given me inspiration. The brush is warm, nearly dripping at the site of the canvas that has profoundly brought happiness and by happiness, I mean color. Can you feel the brush, as it slides in and out of lines? The moist, warm colors giving life in places that youā€™d never thought possible? The colors screaming loudly as it bursts into something magical? Art, isnā€™t just something I can hang on a wall and call pretty. Itā€™s other side of me that Iā€™m excited to share with you. 
Tell me what your favorite piece of art is, I guarantee you already see it as soon as you wake up, turn on your screen and click on your favorite Southern Bunny Next Door.

P.S.
Mornings are my favorite times to share with you, looking forward to stroking your brush to my canvas šŸ’‹
I love making things for you guys happen. I love quotes, and funny everything. Fuck I am currently about to post 10 products on my website where yall can always find zanny things having to do with the Bunnies. I dont know where this website is going to take us but what I am hopeful to accomplish is sharing my creative side with each of you in a small, yet memorable way. It truly is the most simple and surprisingly small things in life that bring us close and make us feel happy and safe.
IĀ  felt you powerful grip on my hips as you delivered a steady succession of thrusts, working your rigid manhood within my depths. It was so smooth and seamless, as though my body had been waiting for something like thisā€¦a feeling to make me feel stronger, bolder, and more determined to rebuild my life. The fact it felt so fucking good was a nice bonus too. As you made love to me, I passionately raked my nails along you back, feeling the manly sinews of your upper body. There was such strength in your fleshā€¦a strength that had helped you rebuild your life. Now, here you were, making love to me. Maybe some of that strength would be imparted to me. Whether that happened or not remained to be seen. I just settle for great sex and a damn good orgasm. That ended up happening sooner than Iā€™d expected. Together, we rocked your couch under the light of the morning sun, our naked bodies moving together in a harmonious union. Your touch, your breath, and your sex sent me down a path of ecstasy, one that culminated in the most satisfying climax Iā€™d had in a long time.

Head on my pillow, sky is dark and youā€™re on my mind. Your voice, your wondering mind, your handsome face. Itā€™s not easy to forget someone that lights up my day, has a sense of humor, and has a bit of sarcasm. I can dance in circles in my room and there you are cheering me on. My friends, my number one fans, my ride or die. Iā€™m so thankful for all of the friends Iā€™ve made, weā€™ve been through it all. No, this isnā€™t a goodbye letter. Just a blog of gratitude for all that have been in my corner through my ups, silliness, sexiness and sassy days. You are truly appreciated. You are giving.Ā 
How amazing is it that I can lay here and instantly think of every one of you! You all make my day so much greater than I couldā€™ve ever imagined. Youā€™re sexy, youā€™re a smooth talker and you take me in for who I am. My art is one of the most important things to me. To be able to share that with you and for you to receive that message and encourage my dream so breathtaking. Iā€™m forever grateful and thankful.Ā 
Have you ever felt that sometimes you just canā€™t move when viewing a piece of art? Itā€™s like it sucks you in.. itā€™s so beautiful, that you almost feel engulfed in it. Itā€™s almost as if quicksand is taking you.. and as quickly as itā€™s taking you, itā€™s slowly letting you feel the pain, the beauty, the love that it wraps you in. Did you know that quicksand forms in saturated loose sand when the sand is suddenly agitated? When water in the sand cannot escape, it creates a liquefied soil that loses strength and cannot support weight. But what reports donā€™t tell you is that when you do get stuck in quicksand, thereā€™s always a portal to something new, almost as if itā€™s a new adventure. That is Art. Art is an adventure, itā€™s a movie, itā€™s a storyā€¦ thatā€™s how I like to see quicksand anyway. The adventure doesnā€™tĀ  make itself, you make the adventure. So why is it so hard to find an adventure in art? Do you want to be held? Do you want to feel smothered, in a sense, something soft, smooth, almost feels like youā€™re in love? So much so, that you canā€™t speak, you canā€™t breathe, but you feel safe? I imagine thatā€™s what loves like anyway. Like quicksand. Takes you in slowly, but keeps you forever.
Walking in the door and flinging my keys on the counter, taking off my heels, walking on my tiptoes as I stretch and get ready for the day weā€™re about to have. I look in my closet and try to find something cute and fun for my boys (obviously G-Rated isnā€™t one of those things), thinking about the topics I want to discuss. Iā€™m slipping in my panties, putting on my shirt and go to my computer screen where bright green pops up and I feel at home.Ā  As Iā€™m on live someone pops into my room, I see that bright blue name.. and there you are. Someone that Iā€™ve been waiting for. The smile you bring to my face and giggle that everyone wants to hear. Little do they know.. youā€™re my dirty little secret, my favorite person, the person I think of as I slowly touch myself or even just putting my finger near my lips. Do you even know who you are? I hope so. ā€œWill you just Private Message me already!!ā€, Iā€™m thinking as you joke with others in chat. Donā€™t make me wait any longer than I have to. Iā€™m ready to hit that Private Session just for you, sweet blue name. Iā€™m ready..

April Fools! Youā€™re all my favorite blue names and I enjoy EVERY single one of those blue names that pop up, make me feel so loved and grateful to have you all with me. You ALL make me smile and you are each my dirty little secret! ā¤ļø
So last week I came across a quote/meme on social media, which said ā€“ My words sound better coming from my hands than my mouth. That is exactly how it is for me. I am a whole lot better at expressing my thoughts on paper. Which is not to say that I canā€™t make decent conversation, I can. Itā€™s just that I am more articulate on paper. Which is why, more often than not I choose to write to speak my mind as opposed to literally speak it. šŸ˜€Moreover, every single time I write, itā€™s almost like I am unlocking something within myself. I am not sure if I can even explain it right, but almost every time I sit down to write, I gain new perspective, new insight into my own thoughts & feelings, and so in a very weird way, writing helps me connect with myself.. and with you. Ā 

Remember that art isnā€™t my only hobby. If youā€™re lucky to see me then maybe youā€™ll spot me. This lift isnā€™t easy but with your hands Iā€™m sure youā€™ll manage, donā€™t drop me Iā€™m fragile but please take advantage. This room you walk into is my sanctuary, heavy, hot, but donā€™t forget the sauna. Donā€™t come in too deep, although I know you wanna. You may see the beads of sweat dripping down my body, wipe it off gently with your hands I know youā€™re naughty. What will you do in the stalls where you can bathe? The scent of a man smells as serene as sage. Will you lead me down onto my knees, while gently removing the hair from my face? Donā€™t worry Iā€™m gentle and Iā€™ll take you with ease as long as you promise that this is only the first phase. Iā€™m as sweet as a bunny, hopping is of course in my nature, be gentle and kind for the big wait is a grand gesture. Make sure that you seal every ending with a kiss, this bunny next door is sure to leave bliss. As I walk out the door to one of my hobbies, Iā€™m hoping to see you next time, preferably in the lobby. Donā€™t forget to wear something loose, form fitting, or nothing at all. This place is not just my sanctuary but a sanctuary for all.Ā