Cold Showers: Jena la Flamme & Julia Allison Under The Jets

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la Fraud writes:

SURPRISINGLY, I DISCOVERED I FEEL HORNY AFTER I DO THIS.

I love making discoveries about my sensuality and my sexuality.

Back when I was single in New York City a few years ago, I set myself a personal quest to push my own envelope in my sensual and sexual life, on a regular basis.

I was curious and wanted to learn as much as I could about what my body was capable of sexually.

I wanted to safely expose myself to new experiences, and to surrender to loving hands, including my own, that would take me to new places in my sensations and awareness of my body. I lived in New York City at the time, so there was a wide array of options to satisfy my curiosity.

For example:
— Doing a Burlesque Dance Class, the art of classy, theatrical striptease
— Attending a class at a BDSM dungeon and staying for the after party
— Receiving a lap dance from a woman of my fantasies in a private strip-club
— Saying yes to a risqué invitation that could lead who knows where…

I took pride in testing and stretching my sensual and sexual edges as a form of Pleasure Research. Later, when I was married, my sexual pleasure research became more focused on our love play with endless possibilities to explore together.

These days I’m single and living in a forest, and when I’m testing a sexual edge, it’s been with myself, in solo love-making in a private forest among the redwood trees. Epic! Down the road there’s a cold creek with swimming holes in which I skinny dip and dunk my head under water.

What I’ve discovered is when I take a cold plunge in the creek and then warm up walking home in the sun, that predictably, a rush of turn on and desire overcomes me! It’s been a wonderful surprise to notice this effect in the mid-afternoon. And to welcome the turn on with some loving attention from myself.

The scientific explanation is that the cold plunge flushes the lymphatic system which boost hormone levels, resulting in the experience of a wave and desire of turn on. I never thought I’d say that a cold plunge turns me on, as I’m more of a hot bath kind of girl, but I’ve discovered it actually does…

How about you, what turns you on?
And when you notice your turn on, do you welcome it to fill you up to the brim?
Or do you repress or resist it?
Do you surrender to your desire and let it take over your body and imagination?
Or do you fight to stay in control?

If you’d like my help answering these questions for yourself, then apply for a Sacred Sexual Empowerment and Body Confidence Breakthrough Call. Link in comments.

I’ve done years of Pleasure Research so that you can take the short-cut to your sexual healing, evolution and orgasmic pleasure.

And in the meantime, if you don’t have a cold creek, ocean or lake to dip in, a cold shower will do. It’s cliché to take a cold shower when you are too horny, but in reality, the shock of the cold can help your hormones to get in flow and your libido to get turned ON.

Devoted to your pleasure,
Love, Jena

Are you BRAVE enough to tell Jena what turns you on. For me, I love it when my husband is finishing up a beer and a pizza, gives me a wink and shouts, “I guess it’s time to play hide the salami!”

EW!

Re: water, Donk is reminiscing about THIS MAN!! under the hot & cold jets:

87 COMMENTS

  1. To the lunatic who keeps contacting us: At no time did anyone say you supported rape. THAT IS RIDICULOUS. What we mentioned was that you thought someone was a great guy and that someone has joked on many occasions about rape, including in relation to the subject of this blog. The post, which was also about HIVE and the Tony Awards, had nothing whatsoever to do with whatever legal circumstances you’re involved in, which you post about non-stop. Do you actually read for comprehension or only what you want to see?

    Despite it being published knowledge about your past affiliation with the public media figure this blog is about, and despite the fact that all your extensive Facebook content is marked public, we have redacted your name anyway because we couldn’t care less about the mythology about us and this site you have created in your mind.

    We have redacted other names here and when we do so, it is our choice, not yours.

    Or anyone else’s.

    As far as we are concerned, this matter is over and we aren’t discussing it again.

    • Unicorn Studded Rainbow Named Shirley (NOT "Julia Allison")- 1st Ever Commenter on the New Site! 🎉🎊🍾 (NOT Ali Shanti/Alexis Neely/Alexis Katz)

      This is becoming a fascinating blind item!

    • originally thought rachel the undeaddy had returned.

      almost rose to the occasion to respond a couple of times, but decided that the best case scenario was not to feed the troll.

    • You know, what is even more ironic is that, overwhelmingly, the comments to that post from folks here expressed genuine concern with this person’s mental health, given how…odd…her Facebook feed is. It’s clear now that she has had a personal trauma, and is easily triggered. So no problem, we redact her name and that’s that. But she’s now threatened us with illegal action and is misrepresenting everything, and clearly we won’t put up with that. Moving on is her best option. She may not believe it but we wish her well and hope she gets help. Maybe disengaging from social media would be in her best interest. And certainly ignoring a minor pop culture gossip blog about a public reality show figure/self-proclaimed social media expert (and the public info she and her friends share )would be a good start.

      • she posted vowing to shut the basement down as well as a text convo with donk herself… don’t post this comment Overseer if you do not deem it good

        • Thanks for being considerate re: comment.

          She grossly exaggerated any comments we had made, providing blatantly misleading information about this blog, the goal being to get A Donkey’s attention.

          The numerous, endless emails we received were like nothing I’ve ever encountered in my life. I can’t even begin to imagine being inside that head.

      • Moving on is always the best action. It’s what healthy people do. I hope this person can move on and ignore RBD and get help for whatever trauma they’re experiencing— WITH A TRAINED mental health professional and not a woo “healer.”

        I have no idea who we’re even talking about, and I’m a pretty faithful Donkologist, so there’s that.

      • What’s fascinating is watching an expunged troll spin her “no one here cares” ejection as a victory. I would think the Trump administration might be interested in hiring a communications director with this kind of deluded rotational skill. It does fit with the rest of the outlandish claims.

    • Gilly, heart of my heart, blood of my blood and all other cool ass teenage references to GOT, I don’t know what the f any of these words mean but good Greg love you, please don’t care. The perfect recipe for disaster and/or mental disorder is to try to please the mental disordered. That is all. Bless. Love. To you.

  2. Go to a bar and pick somebody up like the rest of humanity, Flimme-Flamme. Most people in the world want sex sometimes; it doesn’t make you interesting or special in any way.

    • Unicorn Studded Rainbow Named Shirley (NOT "Julia Allison")- 1st Ever Commenter on the New Site! 🎉🎊🍾 (NOT Ali Shanti/Alexis Neely/Alexis Katz)

      it doesn’t make you interesting or special in any way.

      THE absolute worst thing you can tell one of these woo assholes. They even think fingering themselves is an amazing discovery that needs to be shared with the world

    • She posts these “confessions” to stimulate (har, har) interest in her erotic goddeth grift, an ad for which appears in the first comment.

      • I would think an erotic goddeth would have no need to thirst trap for peen/poon/whatever tickleth her fancy?

      • Unicorn Studded Rainbow Named Shirley (NOT "Julia Allison")- 1st Ever Commenter on the New Site! 🎉🎊🍾 (NOT Ali Shanti/Alexis Neely/Alexis Katz)

        If she were really an erotic goddeth, she wouldn’t have covered her hooters and cooter in that pix

  3. I always go to ye olde waterfall in the middle of the weekday, what else to do?

    Such a sad dum dum used and misled by terrible, terrible men. She has zero iotas of smarts or real solid confidence, it’s truly embarrassing and tragic.

    Also, Donk posting even more close-ups and does again use the phrase ” this man”. He can’t ghost her in his own stall, can he? She must be besides herself.

    • What’s funny about this post is that he had no idea what he was getting into then, either. Evidently he’s still finding that out.

  4. To the commenter in PA:

    You nailed it in those three posts. I’m just sorry that I felt it prudent to remove them.

    • I’ll get over it, I can refrain from making further comments on the hypocrisy of the poor victim. For now.

      • I just read up on this case. Holy merde. How is an institution responsible for this alleged crime? I’m baffled here and that’s all I’ll write.

        • It’s called a desperate attempt to rationalize and place blame for an unfortunate encounter. A sad situation for sure, but not the most rational reaction to it. Especially so many years afterward. Therapy and probably meds needed.

  5. > Down the road there’s a cold creek with swimming holes in which I skinny dip and
    > dunk my head under water.

    dear jena –

    two things:
    1) metronidazole cures giardiasis, and:
    2) amoebic meningitis can kill you.

    • She has a bad history with bodies of water. The near drowning at a beach in Australia, the falling down a rock face at some river and bashing her head. Posted, of course, to crow over the HAWT lifeguard who saved her lame ass from the ocean, and to get sympathy from her goddesses for her rock tumble.

      These Woos who claim to be so in touch with nature, but continually post how at odds they are with it, make me chuckle. If I was a fool who posted the many small injuries I’d sustained from swimming or hiking, my friends would (lovingly) rip me a new one, posting gifs from “Jaws” and “127 Hours” and the like.

      • I suppose depictions of any alleged injuries are an attempt to prove their authenticity – “I really am a goddeth living in beautiful, brutal, unsullied nature!” But all such fauxtos do is confirm what a bunch of candy-ass poseurs they are.

  6. I love how she brags about taking a cold dip, mid-afternoon in order to get freaky with herself. This reads to me as “I HAVE NOTHING GOING ON”

    Girlfriend, most of the rest of us grownups are working and taking care of families. You know – stuff that’s actually so fulfilling that we don’t need to sell people on any of it.

    And the part about spending years doing pleasure research so we don’t have to? Yeah, thanks for that. We all did plenty of pleasure research in OUR TWENTIES. Now we’ve moved on. You might want to join us over here on grownup island. We do things like pay for health insurance and save for retirement. Maybe it’s not as instantly gratifying as sitting around jerking off like a teenage boy, but it’s what ADULTS do. And adulting is gratifying in a lasting, meaningful way that your your giardia-dip-and-dabble grift will never be.

    • It’s all so bizarre even when I do my best to try and pretend it can be taken seriously on any level. WHO? Pays a “single in the forest” dimwit just so they don’t have to go through the terrible chore of finding out what turns them on? Yes please, naked person in the forest, “hack” this for me because I certainly 1) can’t figure it out myself and 2) trying to find out on my own or with someone I’m sexually attracted to (i.e. a non-forest person) is SO BORING, I’d rather do my taxes. Take all my moneyz!!

  7. Y’all. Am I stupiid or missing something? Who takes the pictures during this solo and private adventure? Also, I refuse to include the words erotic or pleasurable in my question.

    • “Kids! Get away from that path and come back here immediately … hello, is this the ranger’s station? I need to report an act of gross indecency!”

    • Jesus. Just jerk off into the spare bag you take on hikes to pick up any trash you find on the trail. Oh wait, these people don’t really give a fuck about the “Holy land”.

  8. God, this is going to be a long story to type on my ph but I’m gonna tell you anyway.

    A million years ago I was a nanny in Greece & made friends with this English chick who was there doing the same.

    A couple years later after I was back home in NZ she rang me out of the blue saying that she was coming out & could she stay with me? No prob. All good.

    At the time I was living in a smallish city but it had a big lake & a famous waterfall.

    Cos she was a guest & a visitor I did the decent thing & I’d drive to work in the mornings & then lend her my car for the day so she could get around, visit local attractions, etc, etc. I just also have to add here that she fucked the clutch on my car cos she couldn’t drive a stick shift, but she’d failed to mention that. Anyway, whatever, live & learn.

    ANYWAY, the point of this story is, she was driving out to the waterfall every day “because the negative ions were really healing her” and she had made herself a little bush bed JUST OFF THE MAIN PATH, WITHIN SIGHT (site/cite) of anyone walking past, where she would spend the better part of each afternoon masturbating and making herself feel better.

    I was like, you have a giant enormous lake the size of fucking Singapore right next to the house. You could have just lain down in the back garden and let all those negative ions roll over you like a bastard. But no, she had to drive 15 kilometres a day, fuck the clutch in my car, and herself obviously, to get her groove on.

    The end of that friendship came when she was hopped up on 15 (no shit) vodka/red bulls one night, we had a very lousy (but shakey lol) hookup & then I found out she’d racked up $800 worth of international toll calls on a friend’s phone.

    Man. People sometimes.

    • She never even put 10 bucks of petrol in the car either.

      She ended up taking off & living in some hippy commune up on the Coromandel with some dude. She rang me about 4 or 5 months later to say that her visa had expired & she was in trouble with …. I held my mobile up to the radio to give maximum feedback & hung up on her.

    • Laughed so hard at this. I’m English by birth, but my family immigrated to South Africa a million years ago. I could write a book about certain relatives and acquaintances who have visited over the decades, wanting to experience our “rugged, outdoor” lifestyle.

      They ALWAYS want to come in the hottest months of the year, which is understandable because Northern winters suck fucking balls, I get it. But they ALWAYS insist they can handle a midday hike up a mountain in 40 degree heat because they’ve “spent a lot of time in Spain”. And they ALWAYS want to swim in some bilharzia-infested lake or shark-infested ocean because they “love the water”.

      Then there’s the ones who wanted me to take them on some kind of poverty tour. Dude, you live in fucking Liverpool, there aren’t enough poor folk to gawp at in your own city? Jesus.

      • Ahem, Faith Shorney hails from South Africa and she adores taking poverty tours and exploiting the homeless on FB.

        • Don’t get me started on this whackjob, and her ilk. Like all Woos, she pretends to care and has a bunch of “collective prayers” for everything that ails the world.

          She comes from a country that’s undergoing an actual, genuine, massive, hard, complicated, slow, awesome transformation – but she went where the money and security is, so she could flutter and posture about universal love and understanding. This dumb bish, and others like her. It is to spit nails.

  9. Ah yes, the restorative powers of water…
    not unlike those healing powers of crystals…
    or those cleansing powers of a sacred smudge…

    Heard it from flat-earthers on the internet claiming scientific evidence? It must be true!

    ’… water bottles and metal straws embedded with rose quartz, amethyst and other crystals, which are supposed to transform ordinary water into a “crystal elixir”, where the water takes on the healing properties of the crystal.‘
    https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2019/sep/17/healing-crystals-wellness-mining-madagascar

    Nothing underscores “healing“ quite like the exploitation of miners / minors to the tune of $1.90 per day / 85,000 child laborers, amirite? But please, tell me more about #CourageousNoodles and #BraveDave

  10. I love (hate) the Donkey’s legalese.

    “My first trip to China with Alex” is giving the impression that there were many but, in reality, it was just their first trip together, period.

    The “hot cold bathhouse” (what is that anyway? don’t all bathhouses have water at different temperatures?) looks like a generic spa that could be anywhere in the world, and it was probably in the hotel where they stayed.

    And don’t even get me started on that tongue!

    • or worded in a way that implies there will be many more. with the ethical fallout from the chinese biophysicist’s use of crispr, highly unlikely there will be a return visit soon.

      hot cold bathhouse – just your ordinary, run-of-the-mill asian spa.

      i will say, the conservative black tracksuit top and pants look is not the worst outfit we’ve seen her in – quite conservative, and actually looks to fit her quite well. pity about the tongue, or even her need for a selfie though.

      • Good point about China. I’d also think that their plundering of intellectual property would make it risky to reveal too much to them about what might be in the pipeline.

        And why the selfie in the mirror was my thought too. Same as when she was at that woo brainwashing seminar with its nondescript background. There’s something pathological about this selfie nonsense, needing constant reassurance about her appearance. If the focus was the bathhouse, then take a pic of the freaking bathhouse. But of course it’s not about the bathhouse.

        • Like everything else, China is wasted on this asshole.

          (No, Judy, I’m not “jealous” of your amazing travels. I spent three weeks in China last year and I guarantee I saw and experienced more than you will in your entire lifetime, no matter how much jet fuel you burn.)

          • @helena – i remember your big trip!

            i’ve been to china once – it was a work trip, but managed to take time to travel around a little, and can’t wait to go back again.

            the tv in the gym locker room is set permanently to the conservative “news” channel. i think someone brings a remote in and changes it. the other morning, a member of our current govt was being interviewed about china trade tariffs. older gentleman; name escapes me at the moment.

            he said that on his his first trip to beijing a year and a half ago, he “would have preferred a chinese takeout from new york city than the food over there”. originally though “how narrow-minded of him”, but then concluded “ok, conservative commentator, not as adventurous”.

            wonder what JA ate? you can get simulacra of american food over there, but houston’s veggie burgers are conspicuously absent from any menu i saw.

          • Heh, people are crazy. I have a pretty bland and unadventurous taste in food myself* but I had so many awesome meals in Beijing and elsewhere in China, my mouth starts watering when I just think of it. I admit it helped that we were travelling with a Chinese friend who’s totally obsessed with food, BUT it really shouldn’t be too hard to find good eating in China.

            But hey, I don’t really judge anyone for not liking “Chinese food” (the very term is kind of ridiculous, there are so many different cuisines in China), because it’s subjective, and if the guy doesn’t like it, more for me! Still, it’s one thing to try Beijing duck in Beijing and for some weird reason honestly think it’s better as a takeout in New York, and it’s completely different to simply remain an imbecile and stick to, I don’t know, kale juice? and yet pretend to know shit.

            I would guess that Donk’s “first trip to China” consisted of three nights in Shanghai hotel, which probably means she could eat pancakes with a side of the same, over and over again, in between taking riveting photographs of “hot / cold baths” in the very same building.

            Where in China were you? I also definitely plan to go back sometime in the foreseeable future. I also plan to gain some weight there.

            *can’t stand the thought of eating raw fish, hates most seafood; was in Japan earlier this year; still somehow managed to have lots and lots and LOTS of delicious Japanese food.

    • She’s incapable of posting anything straightforward. I mean…where is she right now? The parents were in CA and then she posted the bench in Boston and a Porsche in France and then Ubud flashbacks and then this crap. What is she actually doing? What purpose do the posts serve? I guess it’s to make people envious?

      • Not so humblebragging. It’s all she’s got. Dodi is going to have his hands full with this one, now that she’s gotten a taste of luxury travel thanks to his job. She’s Jonesing for her next fix.

        • She posted another photo of the South of France. Why? And some dumb flashback photos from upstate NY and LA. It just doesn’t make any sense.

      • When Little Brother Britt visited her in CA, she posted a fauxto of inside of her stall. Granted, he probably didn’t want to be seen in public with her, but WTG WRT anything being about anyone other than herself.
        Sights/Sites/Smights/Smites
        me/Me/MEEEEE

      • When she attended Obama’s inauguration, most of the fauxtos she uploaded to NonSociety consisted of selfies taken inside her hotel.

      • The Burning Man snaps are another good example. No snaps of any interesting art or happenings, just selfies and group shots with her in them

  11. La Flamme turns my stomach, and increasingly so over time. I feel genuine revulsion every time I see a photo of her, and her posts are even worse. She’s a lovely woman, physically — it’s not that. I can’t quite put my finger on why she brings the quease, but I suspect it’s the combination of her bottomless need for attention and the extreme pathology of her sexuality, and her choice to MONETIZE the whole disaster. God in heaven. I go from fearing for her after one post to loathing her because of another. Alls I know is it is not good. Whatever is going on inside her and in her life is most definitely not good.

    • I felt genuine sympathy for la Fraud when her soon-to-be third ex-husband couldn’t even help her pack and organize a move across the country. The writing was on the wall re: another marriage ending. However, the try-too-hard exhibitionist sexuality tied into her goofy grift and the sicko overshares have overshadowed any compassion towards her. She gives me the heebie jeebies and her pleas for attention seem only to get more outré with age.

    • She would hump the armrest at a Disney movie, and then charge people for it. Or, as Anthony Newley once said of Joan Collins, she would sell her own bowel movement [which I’ve often thought of Donk].

  12. In the spirit of our old friends Puspito Vito Oo Nugroho and Telexfree Antofagasta, there are some equally amusing names of bought fake followers in the like section of the blue polyester business suit post.

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