Anal Amy

Anal Amy

Anal Amy, the name I’ve been blogging under since just after I turned eighteen. The name by which you know me best. It’s the name under which I’ve shared my sluttiest secrets, the anal sex, the threesomes, the gangbangs and much more.

Don’t worry, I’m not going to stop sharing those secrets. I’ll still share them here on this blog.

Amy Redd

Amy Redd, my new pen name for my erotic fiction. It’s the pen name where I’ll explore some of my wildest fantasies, fantasies that I couldn’t for one reason or another explore. What if I responded to one of the ads in my college newspaper looking for female escorts – the topic for my first novel length piece of fiction. What would happen if Jill’s Dad was my boss – something I’m going to explore in my next longer project.

On AmyRedd.com you’ll find announcements about my new stories on Amazon/Smashwords, free short stories and lots of behind the scene stuff. The site is just getting started, but I hope you visit me over there.

I hope the two pen names doesn’t cause any confusion. I’m hoping it actually decreases it and allows you awesome guy and gals to read what you want to read. I hope you support me as I explore my writing abilities and creative ideas. I need your support if some day I’m going to live my dream of being a full time writer.

He eyed me from the other side of the pool. I lounged in a chair next to Krystal. He stood by the grill, talking to Grant, Krystal’s sugar daddy.

When I caught him checking me out, I grinned. He smiled back. He was older, Jill’s Dad kind of older. He reminded me too much of Jill’s Dad. Good looking, a lot like the actor from 300. That wasn’t a problem. He dressed like my recent ex-Scott, polo and golf shorts that said he had money. Unlike Krystal, I didn’t want a sugar daddy. But that didn’t stop him from sitting down next to me when she left my side.

“Your Amy?”

“Yeah,” I grinned. Scanning him from the safety behind my dark sunglasses.

“I’m Ed.” His eyes scanned me and like most men he starred a little too long my tits, barely held back by my bikini top. “Grant told me that you work with Krystal.”

“Yeah.” I wanted to tell him that it was just temporary until I could find a job in the field that I went to school for again. But I didn’t. “What do you do?”

“I’m in business development.”

“What exactly does that mean?”

He went into too much detail about the construction field, developed strategic direction, how he forecast sales of some sort, came up with road maps for product innovation and a whole lot of other business speak. I’m pretty sure he was a glorified, yet well paid salesman but even after he finished I wasn’t sure what he did. I’m sure his resume looked a lot better than mine. It also sounded a lot like Scott’s job. He even talked like him.

Things got even worse when it came up that he had a condo on the same stretch of beach as Scott. All the warning signs were there, but by the end of the night he had my number programed into his phone. I have a feeling, I’ll be writing about him sooner, rather than later.

I just wanted to let everyone know that I’m still alive and apologize for being mostly MIA too much for the last few weeks. Three reasons mainly. First is work. I’ve been putting in more hours than usual at the bar.

Second, I’ve been really busy writing my first long piece of erotic fiction. It’s coming out really great, but it’s been taking a lot of my creative energy.

Third, my sex life has been lackluster for a little too long now so I haven’t had much to write about. I’m meeting lots of men, lots of hot men, yet I’m not clicking with them. Ever since seeing my ex earlier this summer, I just have been in a slump. Gotta get out of it. There is one update worth nothing from a BBQ/pool party a couple weekends ago. I need to write about it on my next day off. No sex, but it might lead to something interesting in the future.

Enough about me. How are you?

Sorry, I’ve been so quiet this week. I’ve been spending a lot of time writing, trying not to get distracted during the limited time that I have to be creative before work, errands and real life in general gets in the way.

I realized that I hadn’t written anything yet this week, so I decided to answer a couple of the most common questions that I get in emails and on Twitter.

Will you send me pictures? Will you post nude pictures?

At one time, I did post a few pictures. Now, I’d rather be known for my words, rather than my looks. Plus, the more pictures that I put up, the more risk I had of being recognized by someone. Staying anonymous, is the only way that I feel comfortable sharing my most intimate, slutty stories.

So sorry guys, no more pictures at this time. Not even if you ask really nice or say that you won’t share them. I almost believe you on that last part.

What do you look like?

Since I won’t share pictures, I suppose the least I can do is tell you what I look like.

I’m an all natural redhead, I wear glasses and probably look a lot like the girl next door. However, I am endowed with an above average bust. I’m a 36D and have the curves to go with it. At one point a little bit too much curves, but with a little bit of healthy eating and working out on a regular basis, I’m feeling pretty sexy again…although I’ll never been a 115 pounds, so don’t think I’m skinny like that.

For you guys that need more visual, I’ve been told that I look a lot like actress Christina Hendricks and adult models Lucy Vixen and Rebecca Lane.