We're Moving!
11:37AM on August 12, 2011

Hey all! If you notice our spycams down or up and down or BEST OF ALL, looking DIFFERENT, it's because we're moving! Thanks for your patience with us . . . hope we'll be done soon and get the cams and everything else fine tuned.

NOTE: we (TGirlDelia and I) have to cancel our shows (under our SpyOnUsGals profile) today/this weekend because everything is still in such disarray and we don't have everything set up at the new place.

Right now, in fact, we have NO real internet connection and I'm only able to run one cam off of my phone's mobile network connection. Also, I'm afraid my Hitachi Magic Wand might overload everything in the cabin so some testing will have to take place first . . . haha!

Shows & Spycams NOW on SpyOnUsGals!!!!
5:05PM on October 03, 2010

Heads up!
 

Delia (http://rude.com/TGirlDelia) and I (http://rude.com/TastyTrixie) are now doing our shows under our SpyOnUsGals profile:

http://rude.com/SpyOnUsGals

I may also switch the spycams back and forth (the ones currently on TastyTrixie might broadcast under SpyOnUsGals and vice versa, depending on which one of our connections (dsl vs. cable) might need speeding up based on where we're broadcasting (that's why we sometimes have to log some cams out or switch them around, because when we're doing shows -- either private shows or group shows).

Basically, you should keep up with us on all THREE of our profiles and/or join our sites (links are on our Rude profiles) to get all of what we have to offer!

*Trixie*

P. S. Our shows are also going to be shorter because we need to save more juices for private shows AND time in bed with each other! I hate to have to do that, but unfortunately we really need the money & need to be smarter about the way we use our sexy cam time. Thanks to all of you who keep making our shows fun and appreciate what we do!

Vibing to my GF's Show
11:09PM on September 30, 2008

Viewers often ask me and my girlfriend, DeliaCD (aka TGirl Delia here on Rude), if we watch each other's live webcam shows. Honestly, it's VERY rare. Partly because our shows are something private we do alone with our fans, and partly because we would never get any work done!

Tonight Delia did her first show here on Rude so I wanted to peek in on her very discretely to make sure she wasn't having any technical problems AND to verify what I knew would be the case: she had the most viewers of anybody doing shows at that time slot. Of course! Who can resist a hot chick with a dick?

When I popped in (using a pseudonym so she wouldn't know it was me) she'd already taken off her pleated schoolgirl skirt and tight top, leaving her in blue nylon stockings, a white garter belt, and white satin panties barely covering her stiff cock with the shiny material.

She kept teasing all of us watching until I had to ask, "how much would I have to tip you to get you to stop tormenting us and jack off right now?" Like a good girl, she avoided answering my question and just let me know I could tip her as much as I wanted to. Mmmmm, that's my good little webwhore! She was ready to milk the hour-long show for all it was worth, making us all crazy to see her stroke herself to a climax.

She kept on rubbing her she-cock in the panties and then finally let it spring out. She'd tug on it with her fist then let go, making it bob and wave in agonized arousal . . . making all of us watching totally insane. I was tempted to leave and watch some videos on her site just to get to the point where I could get some relief and time my orgasm with hers but instead I pulled out my hitachi magic wand and kept watching her, knowing there was no way I'd last that long anyway. I wondered how many other people watching were barely able to endure the suspense and how many had already given in and were trying for their second or third cum.

Delia gave everyone a hot view of her ass from behind with her legs spread as she pulled on her cock and fucked her pussy-ass with a hard acrylic toy shaped like glass balls on one end (the end she popped into herself). Then she moved the camcorder to give all of us watching a hot view with her cock swinging right in our faces below our satiny garter belt (we share so much of our clothes!). Her prick looked so purple and engorged compared to the white fabric as she stroked it.

I rubbed my vibrator over my hot panties and softly fingered my cameltoe with the other hand, watching my transsexual girlfriend Delia working her cock and the crowd of viewers. It makes me so fucking horny knowing that people are jacking off watching my girlfriend, thinking about all of us in our little rooms cumming so hard over my sweet, well-endowed tgirl. I came within two minutes of turning on my vibrator and watching her do what she did. My face is still beet red from the orgasm and the embarrassment of the illicit pleasure of spying on my own girlfriend while she masturbated on cam for strangers.

Oops!  I better hurry up and post this before she catches me. She finished up her show, probably spattering a huge load of cum for all to see and now she's going to cook dinner for us. I think sausage is on the menu!

Aren't you jealous?

Westward Ho!
2:59PM on August 10, 2008

We've got a cheap room reserved at the beach for a couple nights then we're going to spend a night camping SO we won't be home to spy on, but we will come back with new pics!

Anal & Spycams
5:04PM on August 03, 2008

Mmmm!! Just had a great orgasm masturbating with a glass dildo up my ass and my hitachi magic wand on my clit.

Going to have a snack then we're going to fuck on our spycams!

We had an Earthquake!
12:35AM on August 03, 2008

Our stay in the Victorian bed & breakfast (they call it a hotel so you'll know they don't serve breakfast, but for your visualization purposes imagine more of a B&B than a hotel) was productive, but we didn't manage to completely avoid being "caught" doing our sneaky porno shooting. But first, there was an earthquake!

While I was sitting on the floor against an outside wall shooting Delia on the bed, it felt like a truck drove into the house and made us sway back and forth on the second floor a few times. It excited us but we weren't sure whether or not it was an earthquake, mostly because we'd just had a conversation the day before about how often we wake up in the middle of the night and IMAGINE there's an earthquake. It was just too much of a coincidence, having discussed our earthquake paranoia so recently. Plus, it didn't feel like most little earthquakes in Washington which are usually like rumbling underground tummies. Instead it was like a 3 second excerpt of the middle of the big earthquake we had a few years back with swinging, swaying, flexy building movement. I considered going downstairs to find out who else felt it, but we kept shooting instead. Maybe it felt unusual we because we were only three miles from the epicenter. Anyway, I know it's "nothing" compared to what Californians frequently experience, but for us it definitely is something else. Little ones are always a reminder of how vulnerable we are up here in the subduction zone to having a really devastating earthquake, or even just another like last time which was pretty fucking exciting and freaky (it made me positively GIDDY!). We also live in a town with buttloads of fresh tsunami warning signs, so we do have frequent reminders to be scared shitless of earthquakes.

The next morning when housekeeping knocked while we were sleeping I loudly dismissed her, firmly informing her "WE DON'T NEED ANYTHING". Later that afternoon while Delia was at home checking on the dog and I was out at the grocery store picking up snacks, the "innkeeper" must have decided to do some housekeeping himself; I came back to our room only to discover our door wide open and our bed made. The fellow hurried down the hall toward me and noticed the look of consternation on my face, explaining, "I was just emptying your wastebasket; I think everything is all right."

The way he said "I THINK everything is all right" sounded to me like he noticed our light stands, colorful cheap corsetry & lingerie scattered around, the way I'd moved an obnoxious framed snapshot from one dresser to another, and the conspicuously absent "checkout time is at 11 am blah blah blah" printout that had been taped up on the particularly photogenic doors. He was saying, "I needed to investigate your activities and have noticed many things are suspiciously askew, but I guess since you haven't pulled the chandelier out of the ceiling I'll let it slide."

I was pissed.

The only consolation was seeing Delia's cum-streaked black stockings on top of the bed; he'd moved them to make the bed, then put them back on top of the covers where I'd left them. If someone wants to go poking around in our stuff they deserve to encounter some unexpected bodily fluids; normally I would pick up/put away stuff like that if I'd indicated we needed maid service, but I had no reason to think someone would be inserting himself into our room and fondling our underwear.

None of this would be such a big deal if we didn't live in such a small town where word can spread like wildfire amongst the "innkeepers" or if we didn't want to have the option of returning to certain places to shoot again. I don't actually blame people for being concerned that someone's up to no good in their homes/mansions/hotels, it's just not very convenient for us. I would like to be up-front and honest about what we're doing, but it's just not an option; I only know one person who tells vacation rental owners what she's doing when she goes to shoot, and her stuff is more politically correct than what we do. Everyone else we know shoots overtly pornographic stuff, and none of them inform people what they're doing when they rent places or pop into hotels to shoot. People who genuinely aim to shoot "fine art nudes" (or at least exude the pretension of artistry) probably have an easier time of it, in part because it seems quieter and less scandalous AND because people don't assume artists are rich enough to pay extra for locations whereas everyone assumes pornographers are rich because SEX SELLS, not art. I'm not just worried about being blacklisted, I'm worried about people charging us more to shoot in their places.

Apparently there are often regulations, local ordinances, etc. and fine print stipulations in rental agreements forbidding doing commercial shooting without permits and/or permission; I think most of it is written with film in mind, but it's something few people realize, but could become more and more (or less, maybe) of a visible legal issue with so many people making photo and video content that then appears online. I don't know all of the ins and outs about it and would like to think when the "innkeeper" invited us to wander around and take pictures, his words could be taken at face value, but honestly I would prefer not to broach the issue at all. I'm sure everything's fine, but it does worry me a little. On the other hand, I feel very much that HE did something wrong by going into our room after I'd said, rather clearly I thought, we didn't want any housekeeping. I feel that if someone discovers we're moving furniture around or doing slightly kinky things with cameras BECAUSE THEY INTRUDED ON US (and fail to have "do not disturb" signs the way most places called "hotels" do) rather than because we broke something or made a bunch of noise, then they are more in the wrong.

I know some of you are reading this thinking I'm being totally paranoid, but I'm going to bet you either a) live in a city, and/or b) are more resourceful than I and/or have more resources at your disposal so you aren't worried about finding alternatives, and/or c) your job is not the same as mine.

In spite of the intrusion (and maybe because of the earthquake) we had a grand time. We weren't at all tempted to run away home to sleep this time. I *loved* our two nights in a strange bed, even with the walls being paper thin (this should be a hint to you that we didn't shoot any noisy couples action, or even any quiet couples action). It was all very softcore except for a couple of Delia's cumshots, and if I were the innkeeper I'd be happy to have us as patrons because the other guests? They were way louder than we were!

Color!
7:49PM on July 30, 2008

We're leaving asap to spend a couple of nights at a local bed and breakfast so we can do some shooting in a pretty(ier than our house) location. I'm super excited because the walls are PURPLE! Over the past five years of hunting for locations to shoot pretty, sexy photos the lack of color in people's lives has dismayed me. Why would you own a house and keep the walls white? Why would you try to rent rooms to people and think it will be any sort of a vacation for them with the same uninspired absence of color? I don't get it, seriously, except that it's cheaper/easier to maintain white walls.

Anyway, we're really looking forward to it; it's been many months since we tried to shoot anything semi-fancy with nylons and stuff. Delia's been saving a really slinky, beautiful ensemble one of her members sent her waiting for a nice setting to do it justice.

As usual I'm a little nervous about lugging all of our suitcases and light bags into the place. I hate stirring up suspicion amongst the locals; it's already weird enough to them when people IN TOWN want to rent rooms, but probably looks even more sketchy when we bring many giant pieces of luggage for a one or two night stay.

We'll be in and out of home to take care of the dog, download pics, fetch things we've forgotten, etc. In fact, the explanation I give the nosy people is that we are "getting away while staying close enough to home to check up on our pet." One of the suck things is that we've grown to not even want to actually spend the night at these places; we just want to come home and get into OUR bed after we've done our shooting, but not staying the night would *definitely* set off alarms with these people so we'll be imprisoned in boutiquey Victoriana until we're back home full time on Friday. Maybe next time I'll say that we've got construction going on at our house during the day that we want to get away from. It could happen, right?

Did you see us fucking?
9:08PM on July 11, 2008

I've been in such a bad mood the past week and I finally realized why: WE HAVEN'T BEEN HAVING ENOUGH SEX! Too much television, too many tortilla chip crumbs in the bed . . . you know the drill. Today it got to the point where we couldn't take any more of it especially after I got a porn industry magazine in the mail with a really hot picture of two girls kissing (with tongue) on the cover. It doesn't take much to get me going when it's been over a week since we fucked.

Delia and I were both wearing short skirts and I was even wearing fuzzy pink legwarmers which I love to use when wrapping my legs around someone. She got behind me and stuck her super-hard cock under my skirt, rubbing it against my soft panties and shoving it against my cotton-covered cunt. As if that tease wasn't bad enough, then I got agonizingly horny when I motioned for her to come straddle my chest so I could suck and lick her cock.

Pretty soon we were fucking and I knew it wouldn't be long before both of us would come. I took my shirt off so my jugs would hang in her face (and everyone watching our cams could see) while I rode her in my "special" position. Afraid she might come before me, I demanded her to wait -- every little stroke against my g-spot was painfully exciting but I still wanted to make it last just a little longer. Pretty soon I was squirming on her and fucking her too much for either of us to wait so I let her know I was coming and we climaxed together. Since it's summer our windows are open -- I tried to be a little more quiet than usual so the neighbors wouldn't hear (I know it looks like we have no neighbors, but there are some off cam). I laid on top of her for awhile, pumping her still-hard cock with my cunt. Then I had a chat session to attend so I lifted myself off her prick and let her spunk drip down onto her. We did a quick clean-up, but not TOO much . . . I still wanted to have a little of her load to coat my panties which I put back on to protect the seat of my office chair.

If anyone got some screen caps of it, let me know! I'd love to see them.

Still Breathing?
8:31PM on March 03, 2008

When I woke up in the middle of the night to pee, I looked for our dog, Nico, before I stepped out of bed; she likes to sleep sprawled out RIGHT NEXT TO ME on the floor so between her and my nightstand, I have to perform circus tricks to get out of bed without stepping on her.

All that was on the floor in Nico's usual spot was a pillow and a blanket that had fallen off me. Then, because I'm a dipshit, I felt I needed to go looking for her in her dog bed; she wasn't there either. I found her at the foot of the bed, lying very still (the way most living creatures do in the middle of the night).

I don't know when it started, but I've developed an irrational need to make sure people and dogs are still breathing in the middle of the night. I think I started doing it when Delia was still drinking and then it got worse when my nephew was born. Or maybe it was all those years of my dad being sick and watching him die; seeing how easy it could be to just stop breathing without anyone noticing. Also, Nico is getting old; I think she's fourteen now. Anyway, I feel compelled to pop out my earplugs and hover to see if the object of my concern is still breathing, getting close to look for a rising and falling chest or the soft sound of exhalations. My loved ones are apt to wake up to my face in theirs, inquiring once I've woken them up, "are you alive?" Duh. Are you crazy?

It was hard to see last night, so I put my hand on Nico's chest. She didn't flinch or move even a tiny bit. Her thick fur felt cool under my hand. I couldn't feel ANY movement and feared she wasn't breathing so I rubbed her a little. NO RESPONSE. It was like she'd been dead for an hour or two! Then her hind legs relaxed a little bit, but I thought it was just because she wasn't stiff yet and I'd moved her.

I woke Delia up by shrieking, "honey I think Nico's dead!"

Delia woke up and crawled to the end of the bed as I told her I couldn't feel her breathing and she wasn't moving. She gently put her hand on Nico's chest and belly, too and couldn't feel anything so she sharply said, "NICO!" and snapped her fingers.

Nico came back to life, then. It was like magic. She lifted her head and shifted her body to a "should I get up now?" position. Delia flopped back to sleep, I went pee, and when I got back from the bathroom I still couldn't believe Nico hadn't been dead. I felt like she came back to life just because we love her. She was standing at the foot of the bed looking at me; instead of going back to sleep right away, I held out my hand to her so she would come to me and I stayed awake petting her until she settled down to sleep by me. Her body is so little under all of that fur.

*****

You would think I could stop myself from doing these breath-tests by reminding myself I'm being crazy. No one is going to just die in their sleep, at least not anyone who was perfectly healthy the night before. But I don't really believe that so the only way I can stop myself is to tell myself if they're dead, what can you do about it? Just go to sleep and take care of it in the morning. I'm not kidding. That's the only line of reasoning that sometimes works on my three am head. But mostly I figure there's no harm in checking so I do. But there IS harm, when I imagine someone's dead even when they're alive and make my heart start pounding and wake up other people to verify. It's embarrassing and weird.

I cannot sleep in the same room as our nephew anymore because I just stay awake listening to him breathing. If I manage to fall asleep, I still keep waking up with compulsions to listen and check. He's not a tiny baby anymore so the crib death thing isn't really an issue, I'm just painfully aware of his mortality. His and mine and everyone's, I guess.

Why is the Sky Blue?
5:32PM on January 29, 2008

During one of my recent shows I got the usual questions I get when I'm wearing a tampon and haven't bothered to cut the string. Namely, "what she got hangin out of her pussy?" I feel it's my moral obligation to continue flaunting my string time if only to educate these sheltered ignoramuses.

After my last orgasm I returned my focus to the chatroom only to read a new question, one I'd never fielded before:

"Why is your pussy so flat?"

Ummmmmm . . . flat? Well, here is what he was looking at: