Ashley's Inferno

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Happy Lunar New Year ❣️

The past few of years have taught me so much about the world and what it means to be a human in it - especially a human that is heart-centered, leading with love and compassion. A human interested in living and loving big. I often find myself giggling about how much we’re all running around in our own little self important bubbles - just trying to figure it out and do the best we know how. It feels so good to finally look at it all with a light heart - you can’t carry that weight of a heavy heart, because ultimately to be human means we’re going to stumble through and mess it all up sometimes. We are going to make mistakes.

It means we’re going to make decisions that don’t make sense to other people for the sake of following our own journey. It means we’re going to take risks and miss some of the shots that we take. It means we’re going to be wrong in moments and owe the people we love apologies. Learn to apologize correctly. Forgive them, but forgive yourself first.

The reminder is that the alternative is not to take the risks, not to forgive, not to make the hard decisions, and to stay smaller than what’s possible. Our time here is so limited. It’s such a flash. This is a reminder to take the risk. Take that trip. Quit that job. Break up with that loser. Say goodbye to that grudge. Do the thing. Chase that wild heart of yours to all the places it yearns to beat boldly.

Travel, go get out in the world and live outside of your comfort zone. Take those paths less traveled. Do not be discouraged by the ones that wind up as heartbreaks - dead-ends, re-routes or detours. You’ll be better because of it.

Do it ! !

Do it now because now is all we really ever have.

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Haha fuck off

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A Promise

I am the reason I am here right now. Capable, resilient, loving, strong, kind, intelligent, beautiful. I am the reason I have healed. I am the reason I have grown. I am the reason, and the rhyme for what I deserve, and why it is so much. I am the reason I have made mistakes, and I am the reason I have learned from those. I am valuable, and I know what I deserve. I am the reason I woke up this morning and smiled. And I am the reason I will do everything in my power to smile – wholly, sincerely, and tenderly – every morning to come.

I will not be defined by my mistakes. I am so much more than that, and I have worked so hard for it.

I am my accomplishments. I am my triumphs. I am the beauty I see, and all that I reach to be.

I will not wait for somebody to realize this. I will not put my heart on display to be scrutinized by another. I know how whole and beautiful it is, and I don’t need another to see that myself.

I love myself deeply, dearly, infinitely, and adequately. I will not allow another to feel the warmth of my heart if their heart isn’t there, too. And if their heart isn’t strong, tender, kind, and mindful.

This is my promise. And I am every reason in the world not to break it.

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So do it.

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What do you like to do with your feet?

I like to squish food in between my toes-Having my pretty paws worshiped is my favorite

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Foot pussy

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In a New York State Of Mind

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I'm Baaaaaaaaaack

Can't sleep lately. Perhaps I've forgotten how to? I've returned to my native land to make magic stuff happen and porno gold. I want every scene I do to be 100% my best. Breaks are good for the soul. Also good for the libido. This time off has made me so very fucking horny. Maybe my rekindled lust is to blame for lack of sleep. I can't stop thinking about sex- sexual encounters, sexy situations, sex with strangers or stranger than strange sex fantasies. Kinks and twists. I want it, no I need it. I need to let out my inner insatiable sex hedonist like a nymphomaniac that's been caged alone with thirsty thoughts not enough to quench the need. Need for a kind of sexual adventure. Flirting with strangers imagining them, what they look like without their clothes I AM BACK the angry woman who was an unbearable queen cunt issuing ultimatums is gone and as soon as I get a big fat cock in my ass I am transformed back to a sweet little cum hungry princess kitten. A dick in your ass gives perspective. I'm Back to a version of myself seldom released, back to unleash the Anal Queen (no relation to unbearable queen cunt) Anal sex. The complete release of all that clutters the day to day reality, The only time both time and space stand still. I'm back to unleash the deepest part of me, the most intimate and sought after prize hole. The Ass. Ever taboo. The Ass. My other brain. The Ass. The gateway drug to bliss. I'm back to let go to let it be seen, looking inside my gape as if a widow to my soul. To have it captured and shared with the men gripping their dicks in hand watching in awe the rapture that takes me. The unravelling of my inner anger. "Anger thrives in your ass" Toni Bentley- a women who gets it. I got it. I got it today. The sweetness is wearing off already

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The Future...

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I threw a Wicked Awesome Dinner party the other night 😊

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When the time comes...

"They will be pulled down and ground in to dirt for what they did to you and what they did in so contemptuously underestimating me" Angela Lansbury- Manchurian Candidate

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Balls Deep

I love balls. I do! I love everything about balls. I love how every set of balls are different, unique like a snow flake. I love how very sensitive they are. I once plucked a man's every single testicle hair in a session one by one with a set of tweezers. I smile every time I think of his anticipation and agony. I even get a chill when I hear the word testicle. I love how the hair on balls grows in crossing directions, how a little hair feels growing on them. I love to give longer ball hair a nice firm tug. I love how they move, especially when they are slapping against me. Bouncing off of my luscious body. I could either drop to my knees in awe & worship the balls or use them as an instrument in my seductive symphony. Depends on my mood or my muse. I absolutely love to tie up a set of big balls. I have pieces of old rope, old shoelaces and kitchen twine on hand to do so. I really enjoy wearing a pair of pantyhose letting my sweet cunt nectar and ass sweat marinate the center, then when I'm ready tearing them off wildly & shoving my sweet sweaty treat over the nose and mouth of my soon to be ball bound plaything. Pantyhose looks and feels great neatly tied on a pair of balls. I have ruined many expensive hosiery on my ball binding lust. What I love most about balls is the smell of a healthy man's sweaty ball sack. I become instantly wet when I smell a good set of balls. My pussy is directly linked to my olfactory senses. I can literally detect various aromas such as garlic, onion, etc. You can tell a lot about a man's hygiene, lifestyle and diet by his balls. What a wonderful housing for the seeds of life. Ball skin is so soft, pink purple brown shriveled thin and delicate. I love the line that separates the balls and sometimes on some men continues down to the taint, to the asshole. I love seeing veins in balls. I remember when I injected a pair of balls with saline and they grew to 4-5 times the normal size. I could see every throbbing vein in those balls. Swollen brightly beaming. It was magnificent. Lately my love for balls has graduated. All grown up this love lust has become. I have grown and bloomed to a vibrant fetishization adoration borderline obsession of balls. I love balls!!

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AVN 2015

Fear wrapped in comfort that’s how I would describe my public appearances. I sometimes fear performing, speaking in public, getting on stage or appearing on a panel but then once I do it I am comfortable being a performer. A natural if you will- It’s natural for me to be “on” a wound up little monkey banging my drumbeat. In the Clips4Sale.com booth I usually fall in to a type of flow a vocal apex of delightful interaction where I’m just saying whatever comes to my kinky mind on the microphone- that usually works well. Not overthinking always works well. Interacting with someone on a comfortable level also works well. I’ve watched others try and do it and struggle desperately and thought to myself how grating that fear falls on the ears. It’s amazing what fear can do to us, how it can manipulate reality. Fear wrapped in comfort is the contrasting pulling of emotions I’ve learned to deal with. Letting the fear win is what fucks you up. This last trip to Las Vegas last week for The Adult Entertainment Expo leading up to AVN awards show was a complete Murphy’s Law nightmare. I’m used to things going smoothly as I am a convention veteran (this year was my 12th year attending AVN) First I traveled alone this year leaving my better half at home sick. Then my toiletry bag exploded in my suitcase leaving me a huge mess to clean upon arrival. I decided to not drink alcohol on this trip to avoid the raspy going through puberty voice. I ended up losing my voice completely as this strategy was apparently was not a good one. If I am without a humidifier in my room in Las Vegas and talking 10-12 hours a day the inevitable laryngitis occurs this unfortunately was 2 years in a row now. Note to self- reserve/pack humidifier well in advance- then my time slot for hair and makeup was switched or confused due to communication breakdown. I was rushed and fashionably late 3 days in a row So there I was day 3 of 4 of convention and no voice! Definition of irony I’m a spokes model who can not speak! Great! However I was reminded that my charm and presence was not lost (I have the best fans) I cut my finger open on a cabinet yes on a cabinet in the booth broke a nail and bled through 10 band aids all while trying to keep it together stay calm and sexy signing autographs, posing for pictures. As if all the odds stacked up against me were not enough I had also stubbed my toe so severely I was sure it was broken oh well show must go on!! Smiling past the throbbing pain I was grateful to be greeting my fans and making new ones! My expensive handbag was vandalized and I almost cried before cleaning most of the scribbles off of it. Then as if the cherry on top of a shit sundae the latex dress I had planned to wear on day 4 had a metal buckle break off! No doubt I was in a hurry getting dressed and the Tasmanian devil like force added to the break. Ok so can I just say 4 days of convention Is hell on the body I miss 3 day conventions. Ahh day 4 and definitely the busiest and my voice came back (kinda) I sounded like Marlin Brando from the Godfather. It was a good convention overall but with plenty of obstacles to overcome in the end I feel stronger than ever. Then when I tried to fly home my flight was canceled. I had to stay in Vegas 2 more days due to massive snow storm on east coast! So I made the best of it and rekindled an amazing connection went out to dinner with my long time friend/boss and his wife and it was like old times bouncing ideas off each other. I love Vegas in small doses. 8 days in Vegas was waaaay too long I bet I smoked a pack of second hand smoke! I took advantage of my extra time and had a Spa Day!!! Followed with a tasting menu at NOBU yummy! It was a good way end to a rough trip! Thank you to all of my awesome fans for coming to see me! I couldn’t have gotten through it without you! Without you I am nothing. You make it all possible Thank you 😊

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