Open Road

No School Like the Old School

Where did my online adult adventure begin? In 2000, with pay per minute webcam sites. And it never really stopped. I still love the premise and attraction of private shows. The interaction, the personal connection. The potential for each one to be unique.

Probably better to show vs. telling, so here are a few early pics. Each one links to my actual pages on the site(all links are 18+ only):




In the future I plan on offering more fetish photos and videos on the Fanclub there. Will share...keep you posted.

If you'd like to see all of the older stuff, it's still available via the Fanclub. Archived photos, videos, and prior live shows (called "Live Moments") are housed there. Tons of hardcore for you OldSchool Julie Fans.

Little Gems

Hot weather makes me want to throw strangers over my knee and spank them. One after another. On the street, in the grocery store, at the gas station. Pants down, bare assed. With my little pink handprints welting up before they know what happened.

That's all. The End.

Younger Me, Meet 2010

It's funny when you look back at times you were younger and made questionable relationship decisions, isn't it?

A friend recently emailed a link to music by a guy I casually dated (read: slept with) a lifetime or two ago. I laughed thinking about the times with the friend who had sent the email. Chasing boys, being young and heartbroken. Concurrently silly and tragic.

So what did I do next? What all modern women do - I Googled him. I mean, you gotta know these things right? And found his Twitter account. Only to decide I didn't know if we would get along these days.

Actually, I should rephrase. First thought, "Wow, you're kind of a dick aren't you?"

Maybe it's time that's made him a judgmental asshat. Or the bounds of written words that make him seem pretentious. Or maybe, just maybe, I was a shitty judge of character at 18 years old and he's been this way all along.

It appears he's got a very driven sugar mama and a simple, yet culturally elitist lifestyle today. Pretty sure that was always in him.

My friend and I? We were the wild children that made him feel alive, dirty, a little dangerous. He was older, in his late 20's/early 30's. Hanging out with us made him feel something more primal. Lust and sex, hunger from girls just learning their power. We were burning energy that would not last forever. And he wanted to feel it's warmth. Wanted to stand close to that core.

We used each other. Very, very well. It ended the way a good fluff, long distance relationship should. It lost it's appeal. I was done pretending his half assed offerings were good enough. The last time we talked he apologized for something-or-another out of a drunken bar scene and I hung up.

I loved that period of time. For what I shared with my best girlfriend, for what we figured out about ourselves. For learning our powers and limits.

But the dudes? What was I thinking??

Your turn: What past relationships do you question, and why?

Democratic Toes: Vote

Somebody remind me this weekend...I want to get a pedicure and do some foot fetish pics.

We're going to play the Democracy game: "What color toes do you vote for?"

- Red
- Pink
- Black
- Purple

Cast your vote by commenting below, citizens of Julieville ;)

Desert Shout Out

The desert says hello! It's always showing off in front of my cameraphone ;)

Chastity Day

What is Miss Julie feeling today? Hmmm. Desire for control.



I was window shopping for new goodies on one of my favorite toy shops when a particular device captured my perverted attention. And a fantasy was born. We all know the way my dirty mind works ;)

I want to have a man's hormones and hard-on in my capable, domineering hands. Figuratively? Literally? It's all mental. To have him give his sexuality over to me. The decision of when he will release, if he will ever release his mounting sexual tension.

I would use something like this (over 18 only) to make his manhood mine. For as long as I like. Protected from any other woman, any other man, even himself. My possession. Until I say the word, his orgasm belongs to me. Who knows...I may take his pleasure today. Or tomorrow. Or next week. Whenever I decide.

I'm going to make this little fantasy real today. It will begin :) Mark my words. Chastity Day.