Monday Morning Motivation

I woke up this morning to a nice stretch, my littlest one telling me she loves me, and I crawled out of bed with a smile on my face. I went out last night, threw some darts, drank some beer, came home and slept like a champ. It’s an overcast day, not too hot but with 93 percent humidity as it threatens to rain down hard. Seemingly a great way to start the day. I relieve my bladder then strip down naked and step on the scale. Sweet! Despite having eaten things yesterday that are far from diet worthy (like the slice of chocolate cake with so much colorful thick butter cream frosting on it I could have frosted an entire cake I bake with what was on my little slice, and then dinner, I made up as I went along, with 6 Italian sausages cut into bite size pieces cooked in Italian dressing – and no, not the low fat kind – with an entire box of noodles and what was left in my bag of corn, topped with some shredded cheddar cheese – which by the way was fucking delicious! Keep in mind this was to feed the entire house – not just myself lol – and then after a couple non diet worthy beers followed by of all things, a trip to McDonalds for a Quarter Pounder and fries for the ride home – as it is a staple food on the rare occasion I DO drink anything.) I’d still managed to lose about half a pound yesterday. I’d consider that a WIN for sure … so I pour my cup of water (since in the past month and a half I’ve given up what would have been the ONLY thing I would drink all day – Diet caffeine free Pepsi) and fill it with ice (I am an ice eater – don’t hate me) and make my way to the living room. I sit down with my littlest one and pick up my phone and start my daily routine. I look through my emails (in Yahoo because my email website has been acting up past almost 2 months now so I’ve not been able to get into it) then I make my way to twitter. I read through the 18 or so posts that came directly to me sine I climbed into bed (it’s pretty quiet on twitter at night) …. and then I read it … the post that would rip the smile off my face and change my attitude about not only being on twitter for the morning, but about myself … at least for a few moments ….

“you were a little chubby right??” is the post that soured my morning. At least for a short time. I thought about his words before responding to make sure not to be overly waspish first thing in the morning considering I’d woken up in such a good mood. Let me think think over. I was a little chubby? Is he referring to some specific picture or about me in general? Is he referring to some specific day or month or week or year? What the fuck is he talking about? Now granted, I have been working and working hard at getting “more fit” if you can call it that. I’m making life decisions to better my overall health which in turn in bettering my overall appearance – according to some people. But I’ve NEVER considered myself chubby. And what is chubby? Isn’t that basically fat? Am I fat? Was I fat? I’ve not viewed myself as such so I dove in and made my response to him publicly while making sure to quote his original post to me. “you were a little chubby right??” “I never considered myself chubby but thanks for making me feel like shit”

Yep, that pretty much summed it up for me. So I log off of twitter because at that point, I’m not much in the mood to converse so I sit and I think. I’ve been in this industry in one way or another since 1997. Dancing. I wasn’t fat. I wasn’t chubby. I was thicker than I am now but solid as I could be. I was pretty young. I had my 3rd kiddo and got fat while pregnant and it took me some time to lose that weight, yes. But I wasn’t roaming around the internet naked or anything so he couldn’t mean back in 1998-1999. So then webcam. nah … I looked pretty fucking good back then. Which leaves my time while being in officially “adult” … so let me think … I’ve never considered myself “fat” and I’ve never considered myself “chubby” and I’ve also never considered myself “thin” for that matter either. I generally wear a size medium clothing. It’s often large on me and I COULD wear a small, but still feel better in a size Medium. I’d say the proper way to describe myself in GENERAL… would be more thick and curvy – though by thick I also never viewed myself as “fat thick” and you know what I mean by that. I was more solid. I had the legs of someone who did sports their whole life though I didn’t play sports my whole life. I was a cheerleader – but you can read more about that later when I finally get around to publishing my book hopefully later this year.

So here is a photo of me from 2002 … Fat from fat or even chubby in my opinion…. (though my hair was shockingly short as I’d cut it because my littlest one at that time LOVED pulling my hair and I’d gotten about sick of it)


So then here’s me in 2003 … still not what I’d consider fat or even chubby really … just me being me … and my hair had finally started growing …


Here is me in 2004 …. still not what I would consider chubby … I’d gone back to my original color of blond by now and this was an artistic body painting set I did .. these photos are ALL unedited by the way …


Here I am in 2005 … still blond(er) … and still not what I’d consider fat/chubby whatever ….


I think you get the point 🙂

So anyway, I’m only human. My weight fluctuates as pretty much every other person’s does. Sometimes I’m “heavier”. I like food. I don’t like to work out and for those who know even the slightest bit about me, I’m REALLY busy ALL the time, so finding time to work out means giving up something else (like working on an update, filming new scenes, spending time with my family, showering that day, etc). Salad is for rabbits, but I still eat it. Sometimes I’m “more fit” because I’ve made a conscious effort to live off of raisins, salad, bananas, watermelon and basically sunflower seeds. That happens to suit me at this particular moment. Maybe it’ll stick. Maybe I’ll get super busy again and “let myself go’ some … only time will tell, I DID give birth to my 4th child in 2010 and having gained 75 lbs with my pregnancy, it took some time to get it all off. Do you know anyone who ever lost 75 pounds in a couple months? Didn’t think so! But what that comment DID do this morning was motivate me on this beautiful Monday morning to get my exercise in early. I hopped off of twitter and got into my work out clothes and busted my ass working out today, so I suppose I owe him a thank you for the Monday Morning Motivation.

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What does the Future Hold?

A question I’m sure many of us ponder on a day to day basis. We know our pasts, we’re living our present, but what is in store for us for the future? I’d like to say I sit around and dream about this or that, but in reality, I’m so busy in the present that I don’t have much time left for trying to guesstimate what the future may or may not bring. It’s not happened yet, and at any given moment, we can have some life altering “thing” happen which would change it all up anyway, so as far as what my future holds, I try to keep it as simple as possible ….

I live in the present moment. Trying my best to take things I’ve learned from my past and using them to my advantage in the present and hopefully future. I try not to dwell on the past. I try to learn from it and move forward with knowledge I didn’t have at the time I lived whatever I went through to learn from before.

As for my future … I’m leaving that to time to see what is in store for me. What I DO know for my future, is a generalized schedule that I try to plan out up to two months in advance. Not that it always works out as it’s written down in my several trusty little calendars, but such is life. What I see in my general future … weekly camshows starting on Monday, several shoots this month beginning on Tuesday. FetishCon in early August as well as shoots leading up to it all week long. A birthday party for one of my kiddos and school starting back up in Mid August a day or two after the party. I MAY be filming a couple live concerts for a kick ass band … but I may not because it’s landing right about the time I want to have my kiddos party, so again, only time will tell. I also see another possible trip to LA for the week of September 8th. Otherwise, I’m happy trying to wrap my head around all the things I’m inundated with in the present!

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It’s Already July!?!?

What happened to June? I swear it feels like it JUST turned June 1st and here tomorrow is the 4th of July! Oh how time does fly by when you’re having fun … or is it when you’re ridiculously busy? Or wait, in my case, I think it’s always both! June was a jam packed full month of this and that. Filming, nearly daily. Doctor visits, check-ups which we try to fit in at least once a year, traveling and more.

I left for Miami Tuesday, June 17th immediately following filming that day. Checked into our hotel late that night only to see that the ONLY thing that is a MUST HAVE for me, a bathtub, which the website said it had, was null and void. In it’s place, however, was the worlds smallest shower in probably the smallest bathroom. (From wall to shower door … I couldn’t even touch my fists together in front of me without my elbows hitting both sides! (Not so fun to get dressed in!) Ugh lol! Nothing like a visit to a place with a beach and no tub to shave in (my back problems make it nearly impossible to shave in the shower), so I neglected shaving that week. We attended the wedding Saturday, June 21st and drove back home the following day.

Monday, I unpacked my bags after my camshow then repacked them to head back out of town Tuesday. I’d been pushing off my trip to LA for what seemed like forever, and since my agent had only booked 1 scene for me after I gave dates nearly 2 months ago, and I could use the break from my crazy schedule, I wasn’t really pushing for the trip (especially knowing pretty much every time I go out there, I get sick lol). Just as I gave notification to cancel my 1 shoot … 3 more popped up so I had to go. I booked my last minute flights and off I went. First flight. On time.

Sitting in the airport in Vegas waiting for my next plane, some guy walks up and says something to the girl sitting across from me. I looked up as did she, wondering WHAT he said and he mumbled something then sat down beside me. Not so much in the mood to converse, I got back on my phone and was doing some online stuff I needed to play catch up on. He says something that sounds like, “This airport doesn’t allow texting”. I stopped what I was doing, and said, “What?” He repeats. “This airport has a very strict no texting policy” to which I replied, “um, no it doesn’t and I’m not texting anyway.” Back to what I was doing. He goes on to say, “Oh, well, you looked like someone who could be easily fooled.” OK. Now, I didn’t ASK for this strange man to start talking to me. I thought I made it reasonably obvious that I wasn’t interested in talking to him or anyone else and here he is insulting me. Fuck that shit. The gloves are off! So, obviously pissed off and most likely a good two or three shades darker red from fury boiling beneath my skin, I say, “and why is that? I look like a dumb blond?” (to which the blond across from me gave me a snarky look), he says, “well it’s not like you’re a blond”, to which I reply “I’m a natural blond and I take offense to your comment”. Then he mumbles more shit under his breath and starts saying something about how women are the supreme and much smarter than men and blah blah blah but to never tell anyone he said that… I tuned his ass out before I got myself arrested in the damn airport before I even got to LA. He finally gets the hint and walks away … only to stare at me the entire time. FREAKY DUDE … IF you’re reading this… learn to talk to women. Don’t be creepy and spooky and stare either. That shit almost made me turn you in to security – for real!!!

Get to LA. LOVE, LOVE, LOVED the hotel. Finally, a place worth staying at where I don’t feel nervous to walk next door to grab something from the store if needed lol! I filmed a BG scene for Peter North followed by a BJ scene. After the BJ scene, I wasn’t feeling so well. At all. In fact, I even went to bed hours earlier than I normally would because I’d spiked a crazy fever and knew it wasn’t going to be ending well for me if I didn’t get as much sleep as possible. Woke up in the morning … sick. So I gave my agent a heads up because I had a GG scene later that day and they had made specific announcement not to show up if sick) … so needless to say, that shoot got canceled. I went off to do my handjob scene for the say which went great in my opinion then the rest of the day was a boring lounge around the hotel kind of day since my afternoon shoot canceled me and I felt like crap. The next day I had another BG scene for Lethal Hardcore which also went great then I had several hours before my flight back home (I fly the red eye and also had a layover). Went to the movies and saw Transformers then headed to the airport. Flights had some issues, as they often do, which had me running to catch my flight with a bunch of pissed off ppl sitting on the plane in Detroit ready to go waiting for the 14 of us coming from LA.

I made it home Saturday. And had ZERO rest all day lol! Sunday I hosted a birthday party for my best friend and then did my camshow Monday, then went to the doctor to finally get some meds. Filmed Tuesday then headed straight to the 2 day beach vacation we’d paid for over a month ago. SO NEEDED! I’ve been “relaxing” if you can call it that for the past 2 days … though oddly enough, I’m exhausted!!!

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Tampa based MILF & VNA Girl Charlee Chase is proud to announce the launch of her new internet only series ”Charlee’s Confessions” which is exclusively available on her Official Site The new series is based around Charlee’s swinging adventures and will feature several new exclusive upcoming boy/girl scenes in the coming weeks.

Charlee Chase has had a banner 2014 year with the release of her #MilfinABox molded vagina by toy giant Doc Johnson. Charlee can be seen in releases by companies like Naughty America & Bang Bros. She won Best Boobs at Nightmoves in 2012 and runs a popular Clips for Sale store. She is part of the VNA Girls ( Network of websites which includes other popular MILF stars as Vicky Vette, Julia Ann, Deauxma & others.

Charlee Chase is quoted as saying: “I am excited by the reaction of the fans. It’s fun to try a new episodic series with story lines. I think the fans are really going to love the new series with exclusive new boy/girl content.”

Up next for the fan friendly brunette? Charlee adds, “I am in the process of redesigning my official site. It’s a lot of work but I am really looking forward to the results! I am shooting for it now.”

Charlee Chase’s twitter is

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New Monthly Feature

I’m adding a new monthly feature to my website

Charlee’s Confessions …

Join me as I share a new video every month starting in June confessing something naughty I’ve done while hubby’s been off doing his own thing. Not only will you hear the confession, but you can also see just what I got myself into 🙂

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A Little TOO Intense …

I started out today in one of my favorite lazy Saturday ways. Driving / riding all around town checking out any and all garage sales. It’s fun looking through what other people are getting rid of because they’re sick of it, or can’t house it any longer or because they’re moving, or it’s been outgrown, or whatever the reason. I find it relaxing … and often find hidden little gems – things I’ve been looking for, things I’m interested in, obviously lots of stuff for the kiddos, etc. Today, we found bubkiss. Nothing. Nada. Well … ok … a free book for my youngest and an addition (from the first generation) for her ever growing Hex Bug “house”. Otherwise, nothing lol. I consider it a bad yard sale day as far as sales go.

We’d already made plans to spend the afternoon at a fair, so wrapped it up early and picked up my son’s dad who came with us. We stopped off at a little BBQ place on the side of the road and enjoyed a quick lunch before heading back to the house to pick up the rest of the family for a day at the fair. I’d decided I was practically melting wearing my jeans and tee shirt so changed into shorts and a tank top (it was still a dehydrating scorcher of a day)! Then off we went …

Wristbands. Check. Kiddos wanting to ride things. Check. Adults willing to go on things with them. Check. We were good to go. All kinds of kiddie rides were ridden. A blast was being had by all – even those who chose not to ride things. Now I, personally, am a major ride lover. Big or small, I enjoy the thrill of riding rides. Generally speaking, the bigger, the faster, the scarier, the better. Roller coasters, bring em on! Matterhorn/Himalaya , yes please! I’ll even do the tilt-a-whirl , though the older I’m getting, the more those spinning types of rides are beginning to disagree with me. I still love the Spyder/Octopus, etc… up and down, spinning around, it’s all good. After doing several rides with my youngest, I went off to ride a couple of the “adult” rides with my second youngest – and his dad and my step-dad and my mom. We were psyched. Fast ride 1. Awesome. Hmmmm …. new ride I’ve never seen before. Goes up. Goes down. Spins Around. Much like the Spyder/Octopus. Sweet! Let’s do this!

I ride with my step-dad. My second oldest rides with his dad on the opposite side. You MUST have a partner to ride with on this ride. Mom was perfectly happy to sit this one out. She’s not a ride person anyway, so she watched our stuff and stood on the sidelines watching us all wish we were dead. We get strapped in. The music starts. Disturbed “Down with the sickness” begins blaring in our ears. Kick ass song, yes. An insight to what we were about to be introduced to. A better description. As the ride is about to begin I look down and see a screw just sitting beside us on the platform. Oh shit! Did this fall out? Is this a necessary piece of equipment for this ride that is now lifting us into the air? I certainly hope not. It’s all good. This is FUN! The launch to this ride put “The Hulk” at Islands of Adventure to shame.

Whoosh … we were up in the air. We were spinning. We were down. It’s going faster. Whee! Still exciting. Still fun. Bring it on! Is this ride seriously still accelerating? Holy ….. All I can see is flashes of lightness and darkness. We’re spinning in circles. We’re high up in the air. We’re down to the ground. It’s still going faster. Laughter can’t be contained. Then the thought hits me. If that screw WAS important and if this ride malfunctions in ANY capacity, we’d be obliterated. We’d never even be identified if we didn’t have other family there with us. I’m NOT exaggerating when I say it felt as if the ride was hitting 400MPH. I have NEVER in my life been on anything that moved even HALF the speed of this ride. Nausea hit. I knew I wouldn’t get sick, but I knew I was ready to be finished with the ride. Oh no. I wonder how the boys are on the other side? We couldn’t see them due to their placement on the ride to even it out even before the ride started – let along at a billion MPH. OK I’ll try to locate mom and gauge her face. Nope, we’re moving too fast. I’m literally blinded when I open my eyes. It’s nothing but blur. OK. I’ll close my eyes and keep them closed. I have no choice now. My left eye socket HURTS! We’re now moving SO FAST it feels as though my eyeball is literally going to be launched from the socket. HOLY FUCK! Is this ride ever going to end? No. It goes EVEN FASTER! My eyes are hurting. Even closed. I try to find a comfortable placement for my head. Back against the headrest. No. Tucked down into my chest -as far as I can go. No. Oh shit! My head is going to pop off. I may not make it through this ride in one piece. Am I passing out? I’m certainly seconds from it if I haven’t passed out during it. Did I and I’m oblivious? It’s more than possible. Finally. The ride begins to slow down. Praying to get my feet back on the ground. Considering how I’m feeling, I’m in a rush to go see my kiddo on the other side as my mom gives me “OH SHIT” looks from the ground – now that I can finally focus on her. Oh no. Did he puke? Did he fly out? What’s happening over there. We are unbuckled and let out. I stand and almost fall to the floor. I start walking – if you could call it that – to the other side to check on my kiddo and his dad. He’s not looking so good. we all stumble our way off the ride and down to safety. That ride was FUN … but a little too intense – even for me.

So we sit down and start talking about what we just went through. My son wasn’t a minute or two into the ride when he slumped over. Completely. Head in his lap (which is hard to do considering it’s an upright shoulder harness keeping you in). His dad saw his glasses coming up from his ears and grabbed them. He was yelling to him throughout the ride. “Are you OK” – no response. Of course the music was so loud it was nearly impossible to hear anyway. He was sick to his stomach. That was evident by his current color, but what was most shocking … was the “drool” … running down his face. I’m no doctor, and I wasn’t the one sitting with him …. but I’m fairly certain he passed out on that ride… That is some SCARY shit right there … and not that any of us that rode that could even consider another ride after that one (we were finished for the day) … we decided it was time to go. He didn’t remember much about the ride … so I’m pretty sure it either scared him into passing out or his body – much like mine – just shut down and said I don’t think so … I’m going into hibernation until this craziness is over. He’s a teenager – not a youngin – so this makes it even doubly scary. This was a learning experience – for us both – today. Maybe we’ll stick to the rides we KNOW for now on!

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Slap on the Wrist

Many of you who follow me – especially on twitter – know that I went camping this past weekend. Friday afternoon 9 of us headed to our designated little area that we paid for until Monday – so we wouldn’t have to wake up and rush to break everything down and pack everything up. We figured this way, we could take our time. Get up and make breakfast. Go to the beach. Come back and shower. Make lunch then pack up the car(s) and head home.

Many of you who have followed me for a while – or have read my older blog posts – know that I hate camping. I’d almost rather chew off my arm than go – and though I didn’t even fully go over my childhood nightmarish reasons in my last blog about camping, I do go into full detail in the auto-biography I am writing as to WHY I hate camping so much. Let’s just say I’m scarred for life and even though I’m now WILLING to go …. it’ll never be something that I’ll plan to do. More or less, I’m forced to go because family wants me there lol.

So off we go Friday afternoon. We get to the campsite. We get everything set up. It looks great. This spot is at least twice the size of our spot last time (though same location) and we’re water front – even better. This means we not only have our “camping area” but we also have a huge grassed area in which we can “play” all the goodies we packed along with us. We’re later met by our 9th and final guest for the weekend and she brought (as she did last time) the beer pong table. We had all, of course, brought any and all drinking goodies ourselves – depending upon who wanted what.

Some started drinking as soon as everything was set up. I, personally, prefer to start drinking later in the evening, knowing that getting smashed is out of the question because I still have to be responsible for people – including a friend of one my kiddos. So … the beer pong begins after dinner. Love that game though I’ve only played it twice. It’s so similar to darts it’s hard for me to not enjoy it. We only played a couple rounds of that then it was suggested to play flip cup. FLIP WHO? I’m old. I don’t “party”. I rarely drink. I have no idea what these people are talking about. So we pour what seems to me to be WAY more than a mouthful into a cup. Slam it down. Put the cup on the edge of the table and try to “flip it” so it’s face down on the table. Sounds easy enough. It’s not. Especially when you’re racing against people on the other side of the table in a “survivor style” game – where the losing side has to vote off one of it’s own players …. which means if you start with 4 people on your side and you LOSE …. someone is drinking two cups …. and then 3 cups and then the last man standing is drinking all four cups and trying to flip to win. (Getting more drunk literally by the second in the process) It was FUN! And we were LOUD. Cheering others on. Yelling obscenities at the cups or the table or whatever seemed to be preventing said respective cups from doing what we were attempting. We were having fun.

One person had so much fun they laid down for the night and woke up with the “spins” and didn’t make it out of the tent before hurling her dinner (and much alcohol) not only all inside the tent but all over the mesh screened door to get in and out of the tent, on the ground in front of the tent and again in a few spots before making her way to the bathroom. Whoops lol (No- it wasn’t me) … Then around 3am … another person woke up having to piss and was so sloshed he almost pissed on people sleeping in the tent – thinking it was a bathroom – TWICE … thankfully I was awake enough to help him avoid what would have been quite the tragedy. Yep – I’d say that was a good night lol.

The next morning, I was up around 7:30 walked almost a mile to fetch some eggs and walked back and started our breakfast feast. Loads of cooking and eating later, we put on our swimsuits and headed to the beach. Two people stayed behind. It was HOT. Like ZERO breeze – hellish hot – so we packed up after an hour and a half and headed to our cars. I get a call from one of the two people who stayed behind. We need to go to the office ASAP. Apparently several other campers had complained about us. Oh Oh! She goes on to say … only 2 cars are allowed. Not the three we had (with our extra guest) … only 6 people are allowed (we had 9) and that 3 needed to leave immediately. NO alcohol of any kind is allowed there (are you KIDDING me? What the hell else is going to entertain you all night for days?) … and it’s punishable with a fine of $138 PER BOTTLE. Ummmm… double oh oh!! Not including what we’d already disposed of … we could have been looking at a fine of over $5200 LMAO. Now for that kind of money, I’d damn sure better be staying at a 5 star hotel and not setting up a tent on gravel!!!

We go to the office and sweet talked ourselves into a simple slap on the wrist. That could have been BAD. REALLY bad. But I’ll take a slap on the wrist as opposed to what could have been any day! We went on about our business. Other campers came in. LOUD OBNOXIOUS CAMPERS surrounded us. They were WAY louder than we’d been the night before. They were definitely drinking. Apparently they didn’t know the rules any more than we did lol …. and they were up being loud and obnoxious way longer than we were the night before … so I don’t see why we (almost) got into so much trouble. We were by far not the only ones! That’s my weekend in a nutshell.

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Birthday Month

OK … I know I should be old enough now to …

A. not care about my birthday so much
B. celebrate it for one day only – the actual day it lands on, no matter what day of the week that may be
C. not actually look forward to it

BUT … I love my birthday, even if it means growing a year older, gaining more crap on my body I have less than zero interest in, and I celebrate it not only on my actual birth DAY … but for the entire MONTH! That’s right. I treat every day as though it’s my birthday. I don’t bake a cake and eat it every day, though I’ve thought about it lol, but I put my mind in birthday mode and don’t let anything get me down. Why? Because it’s almost my birthday and I’m excited about it 🙂

I guess, even after celebrating 36 birthdays already, I’ve still not outgrown that childish excitement that comes along with a birthday. I bake an extra chocolaty cake. I have my friends and family over. We hang out and do whatever we feel like doing for the day. I go out and I eat a dinner that I don’t have to cook and I usually go out to a bar at least one weekend night around my birthday for a couple beers and some rounds of darts and that’s just what I plan to do this year too!

In case you’re wondering, my birthday is April 26th, which lands on a Saturday this year! WooHoo! Even more reason to be excited about it! My favorite day of the week is my day! Gotta love it! Judge me. Don’t judge me. It’s all good. I’m simply me expressing myself to you.

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For Immediate Release

Twitter Contest To Start Line

NORTH HOLLYWOOD, CA – Just in time for #MilfMonday, toy giant Doc Johnson and Vicky Vette’s VNA Girls Network are pleased to announce the release of ‘MILF in a Box’ (#MilfinaBox) a collection of signature UR3® strokers featuring three award winning MILFs

Julia Ann (

Francesca Le’

and Charlee Chase (
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One of the first collections to feature the newly designed travel box, each lifelike UR3® Pocket Pussy include a discreet travel friendly, reusable, and washable box so fans can take their favorite MILFs anywhere they please.

Julia Ann & Francesca Le’ are both AVN Hall of Fame recipients, while Charlee Chase recently won Best Boobs at Nightmoves 2012. Julia Ann is also the reigning XBIZ MILF Performer of the Year for 2014 and a popular weekly radio host on Sirius Vivid Radio 102.

Details of each girl’s product can be found here.

“We spent a lot of time developing MILF In A Box, particularly the discreet travel friendly box,” said Doc Johnson’s COO Chad Braverman. “We anticipate the collection will be a smash hit with fans. Unlike some other masturbators on the market, the new #MilfinaBox products are easy to pack and take with you on the road. They’re easy to use and reuse.”

To celebrate the launch, each of the girls will be giving away 2 of their new Doc Johnson ‘#MilfinaBox’ vaginas to fans on their twitters.
The contest? Simple. Fans must:

1. Follow @theoriginaldoc, @therealjuliaann, @charlee_chase & @FrancescaLexxx on twitter
2. By March 10, 2014 tweeting (in 140 characters or less) the best thing about having a MILFS vagina in a box.
3. To qualify the tweet must include @theoriginaldoc and at least ONE of the girls.
4. Winners will be chosen and announced on March 11, 2014.

Stay in touch by following Doc Johnson on Twitter, on Facebook, and keep up with the behind-the-scenes on Instagram

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Another Adventure

Numerous people over the years have said to me, “You should write a book.”

Ha! As if I have time for that! And pretending that I DID have time for that, what ever would I say? I love to read, but I read true crime. I’d be perfectly happy to not live through a true crime of someone close enough to me to write about, so what does that leave?

I post pictures of food that I make on twitter – all the time – and I’ve had numerous people ask me for recipes, so I type them out and email them over. Then I started thinking … why not write a cookbook – including my household favorites!? The things everyone sees most often in pictures that I post and those things that I’m always being asked for the recipe to. Sounds easy enough, so I start doing research. Apparently, cookbooks are among the MOST DIFFICULT types of books to write. Great lol! Of course I choose the hardest path. I’ve always been good at that. But, I decide I’m going to do it anyway. I continue researching and decide to use self publishing – that way it’ll be available immediately (once I actually write it anyway) and I won’t have to buy a billion copies myself (and store them in my already overstocked house) in the hopes of someday selling them all. Good Deal. Now to choose the recipes, start making them numerous times and taking food photos. Now anyone who uses cookbooks knows that food photography is an art in itself. So … I’ll have to work on that during my numerous trials of making these meals over and over and over again .. making sure I choose a good enough setting. Good enough plates, I cut the food just properly to show off the insides if needed, etc. Yikes. This will most certainly be a long process, but one I’m excited about taking on.

While starting to write down a little index of what I’ll eventually plan on putting in the cookbook, I start thinking ….

It would be so much easier to just write a book about myself. An autobiography about being a pornstar. Seemingly being a pornstar is intriguing to so many people since it’s not your average every day profession – at least to people who don’t do it. Well, I’ve been in thie adult industry in one way or another since 1997, but where would I start? Would I start in 1997 and write until the current? What would I write about? How most pornstars are that I know? Or how I am (two completely different things right there!) .. or … wait … I’ve got it!

I’ll start in my childhood. I’ll go WAY, WAY back – starting around age 5 … when something happened that changed who I am. Something that semi-molded me into the person that I am today – and I’ll continue through the years – skipping past things of little importance to readers – and into ALL of the things who have made me who I am today. So – THAT is what my book will be about. Readers will be able to learn all about me. Things MOST people know nothing of in my life – and things that have brought me to where I am today.

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