Hi, everyone! 

This is my first post on my new website!  I'm very excited to be able to keep you updated on my life and adventures on here, and I'm even more excited that you're reading my blog.  LOL

Well, where do I start? It's been a crazy week for me, but also an exciting one.  It's times like these that make me reflect on where I came from, where I¹m going, and what I've already accomplished.  I'm really proud of myself, but I certainly had help, even just from my own hometown.  Growing up in Annapolis has certainly helped sculpt me into the All-American woman I am today. 

As a student, we were fed page after page of history of the surrounding areas: when our town was the Nation's Capital, the battles of the Revolutionary War and the War of 1812, and everything you ever wanted to know about the Naval Academy.  As a good pupil, I took it all in, but it never really came to life for me that is, until I started personalizing it with my imagination.  Too bad I was already out of high school and in college at the time!

I'll never forget the first time I really internalized all the information. I was taking a walk around State Circle when I stopped to take in the historic beauty of the 18th century architecture.  The building closest to me had a weathered brass plaque, and after reading it, discovered I was outside a famous historic inn that had been loved by everyone from Ben Franklin to Washington himself.  I had to go in.

The interior was gorgeous, but it was then that it hit me that this was an inn, a hotel, where people slept, ate, and did countless other things. And one of those things, naturally, was have sex.

In my mind, I imagined being a proper lady from the 1700s.  My hair piled atop my head, a tight corset binding my already-trim waist and pushing my large, firm tits up on the verge of bursting from my dress. Aside from the showy cleavage, my dress would've been modestly to the floor so my ankles didn't dare show. I would've been expected to be pure, but I don't think I could've ever turned down a hot, sexy fling, even in those days.

So, I would've glanced around the huge room from behind my fan until I caught the eye of one of the milling soldiers. . . .