I LOVE that my breasts are the same size, visually, as my hips. I went to the gym today, under my doctor's supervision. I worked diligently, fiercely, to prepare to return to shooting.
I know I say this often, because I believe if someone's appreciated, they should be told- thank you. Thank you for your loyalty, your companionship, and your tips. I'm physically exhausted, healing far ahead of schedule because I'm a nut job about anatomical science and medicine/ nutrition. This recovery has been carefully engineered.
I'm going to rest for a few minutes, get my chores done, and, sit down to answer messages. I'm so flattered there are so many........ it just takes a while to get down the pages to answer each one, especially because I'm no longer charging for them.
A treat for my lovelies, these are my comfy panties, my happy cheekies. Much love. 😚😚😚😚
I'm still healing, everyone. Doing these photos today took most of my energy. I am so, so grateful for those of you who have tipped. Your gratuity makes a difference while I'm not able to work, yet. Thank you, wholeheartedly.
My energy is depleted for the day, but, I will resume regular message answering/ conversations in the morning.
You've all been so wonderful during my recovery. I'll think of something special, to thank you, in the near future. 😚😚😚
Exclusively for my OnlyFans members, a new photo of my MONSTER BREASTS! In hair and makeup now for glamour shoot, sexy pics will be edited and uploaded, TONIGHT. 😊
Sleep. How I so dearly miss it, like a lover who's chosen another mate. My doctor inspected my augmentation, yesterday, said everything is healing beautifully. I should be back to work in a couple of weeks.
In true AJ fashion, loud and proud, flamboyant and fierce, I'm making ready the return of the Tigress.
Two goals that need to be met:
First, my doctor needs to clear me to workout. That sumbish will only let me walk, for 30 minutes, a DAY. Dude.... 😐
Second, I NEED TO BE ABLE TO SLEEP. My very large breasts are taking some getting used to and sleep has rejected me for nearly a week. F-U-C-K.
Today, is a special day for all of you. Today, I'm returning to tanning, the salon, getting into hair and makeup by 3pm. You'll all get some pretty sexy pictures this afternoon. It's my thank you for being so kind and so patient. 😚😚😚😚
I'm trying to spare you all the images of the bruising, but, the ladies are falling into place nicely. I'm hoping to get my stitches out this upcoming week. These images are exclusive to you all!😊
I'm getting ready to take a shower. There's something magic about these new breasts - they make me feel even more insatiable! I'm still very bruised, so, the photo is appropriate. They're HUGE and they look really, really good with my figure.
So, gents....... your newest project,(in my Q voice), should you choose to accept it is: PLEASE, help me find sexy bras in a 36JJ! 😚😚😚😚
I was, mind you 'WAS' going to begin my day with some sexy pics, maybe an oily boob video (girls gotta stay moisturized), BUT, I absolutely have to rebut some fantasmical BITCHING I've been reading, online. Grab your coffee, Jack Daniel's, or Telly Tubby. This shit is about to get heinous:
So, over the last year or so, I've noticed a dramatic change in the personality of one of my favorite, ebony, male performer's.
****Don't ask me to identify, by name, who I'm describing. If you know my work, you'll know exactly who I'm exposing.****
This man and I have worked together several times, our professional conditions had always been very charming, enjoyable, energetic and successful.
Then, I began to notice this change........ this colleague began to make random remarks about being lonely.
His appearance began to shift from sleek and elite to athletically acceptable and camera ready. Don't get me wrong when I write this, I'm only remarking because a talent's appearance is their commitment, their announced dedication to their job.
If a male, or female, has dramatic transitions in their appearance, who are on camera for a living..... especially in the sex industry, something terrible is happening in that person's life.
Moving on, after noticing the change in my colleague's appearance, I still continued to hire him for gigs. Yes, I pay for some of the male talent you see on my website. If a male doesn't have a website, he doesn't do trade and must be hired to do the work.
Even with his shift in appearance, I would count on a powerhouse performance,one my audience would love.Those began to change.
I was thinking to myself, " Oh my.....I don't ask if someone's married, or, in a relationship because it's inappropriate, but, someone broke this guy's heart.....badly."
I knew. I just knew something had happened that was so awful to this man that he stopped caring. He would literally show up, go through the motions, and leave. Performances lacked that sparkle, that magic of his unique, personal flair. His body was at work, but, his mind and his spirit hated every single second of it.
That made me sad for him. When we first met, I told myself, "This guy is going to be one of the greats. He'll be a Hall of Famer." Maybe he still could be. Dude's gotta get his mind right.
Why? It's all over a woman.
I get it. Men have indescribably more obstacles, when it comes to finding a partner, love, a future to share with someone. Maybe even a family, house, white picket fence, all of that bullshit. I can tell you, as a personal expert in marriage and divorce, your spouse or life partner, should NEVER dictate what you do for a living. EVER. Because your job does NOT define you. It does not detail how considerate or passionate or generous you will be at home. Your occupation does NOT announce your loyalty to your partner, your home, your family, or your values.
How you make a living can and usually does change,at some point in your life. Your CORE VALUES do not.
To see one of the greats become bitter, and retired, to feel acceptable, by another person's standards (not his own), only to be loved.........
I've seen it before. I've done it myself. I've watched friends abandon developing empires to do right by their significant others, who should have been CHEERING THEM ON, instead of crushing dreams. Some have recovered their losses. I'm certainly clawing my way back.
To my colleague, my friend: I pray, 100%, you are happy. I pray, 100%, your future will be bright and give you every single thing you want in life.
Should that not be the case, and, you decide to return to do what you've done so well, there's a community of us who understand. We won't ask questions or treat you any differently. Good luck to you. 😚
I'm gathering strength. Healing, from such a large breast augmentation, took me completely by surprise. Before my new ladies could be placed, in their new home, an excessive amount of scar tissue had to be removed, leaving my breast structure fragile and very sensitive.
Some of you are doctors, nurses, medics, or enthusiasts of the human condition. Maybe, some of you have been horrifyingly injured, or, know someone who was.
Never thought that injury,once healed, would tell another tale.
My surgery was complex, but, immaculately performed. Dr. Tracy Hankins, of Las Vegas, NV, specializes in breast reconstruction, and, many plastic surgery procedures.
If there's anything I can add to this excerpt, it's that the healing process is painful and exhausting. I'm eight days into it. My mood is intolerant of bullshit,I have no energy or faculty to b.s. the draining. I am trying, fellas. I am. Right this minute, um putting myself together to take some pretty pictures..... exclusively for OnlyFans.
I'm impressed, by the stecatto of the superbly tunnel visioned. FYI, if a choice or habit interrupts the path to success, it's a laughable failure.
Leopards don't change their spots, but, Bellzebah wears hers like a crown. 😈
Thought you all might find this fun. In the green, was my before surgery photo. In the grey shorts, my after photo, when the doctor removed my bandages.
Only for my OnlyFans members, my new breasts are revealed! They're still swollen, but have absolutely no bruising. Although I wouldn't normally mention it, but, please feel free to donate tips. I'll be out of work healing, for about five more weeks. I've begun to answer your messages, I'll continue to do that between pain medicine. The meds make me woozy.
Sending my love to you all. We did it!
Exclusively for you, my OnlyFans members! First public image of my new ladies! They haven't been named yet, I'm waiting until this morning, when the bandages get changed at my doctor's appointment. As promised, you will get to see everything first! Look how marvelously large they are! Not obnoxious, just right. 😚😚 After this medication wears off, ill be answering all of your messages. 😚😚😚😚
The journey is rearing its rewards!😁
This photo, yesterday, was the last picture taken of my girls, "Gawd," and, " Damn," before surgery. They're gone now, served their woman proud.lol.......
PS: I'm heavily medicated. The size I did go was much larger. It's pretty painful.
I'm terrified of flying, have a crippling fear of it. Some people do, each has their own reasons.
Ten years ago, on my way home from my last (set of orders) TDY, I was excited about a job well done, looking forward to seeing my small children. About an hour into the flight, the C5 that was transporting the troops experienced catastrophic mechanical failure, forcing a successful, emergency landing. Shit happens, right? After a few hours, everyone boarded another plane, a different C5(big mamma jamma plane, ) and got underway. The mood of the masses was jubilant, impatient. We had been away from home and just wanted to get to where we were going, see husbands, wives, children, friends.
As soon as the aircraft reached 30,000 feet, ANOTHER catastrophic mechanical failure occurred. Different plane.
My only thought: today is the day I'm going to die.
Smoke filled the entire plane, alarms and lights were searing out senses. Crew reacted with stern, no-bullshit type instructions, the result of years of training.
Still..... two failing airplanes in one night. Their firm, forced confidence wasn't quite enough to calm the fear of the inexperienced. The second airplane was successfully landed, hundreds of miles from our destination.....
I cried. I cried like I didn't give a flying fuck who saw. I didn't care. In uniform, sobbing like a baby, I looked up to the sky and thanked God for not taking me that night. I thanked him through crushing anxiety, that I'd get to see my family one more time.
About two hours later, the Air Force secured another flight, the third try to get us home.
I staunchly took the hint from the Man Upstairs, took a bus......
Everyone made it home. The third flight was a success. I, and a few others, elected not to take chances.
It took me years to get back onto a plane after that night. I forced myself to take a 45 minute flight, to LA, for work. Waited a few more months, had to go to San Francisco. Waited another year, had to fly to Miami......
I ever flown several times since that night. This will be the first time I'm flying overseas.
There will be chardonnay involved in my preflight preparations. My late father, may God rest his soul, was a good man. He taught me how to be happy, at peace, during times of turmoil and stress. He would always tell me that family comes first, above everything - money, lust, and fear.
So, I'll get on that plane, tell myself about myself, saying the same Hail Mary upon take off that I prayed the same night my life changed forever.
My nerves are getting the best of me and I'm having a hard time thinking straight. Tomorrow, I'm flying to Italy for ten days. It's the opportunity of a lifetime.
Nonetheless, it reminds me of my time in the military, when I'd get orders. Leaving home is something I promised my family I'd not do anymore, since I separated in late 2007.
They're all grown now, each has a life of their own. Its time for me to do all of those things I never got to do, like travel, get an advanced degree, experience the world.
So, I'm going to wake up, workout, get myself smooth and shiny. I've waited my whole life to see Italy. Meeting fans and socializing with the public is a dream come true. 😚
This is the look I'm going for. This model has a similar build, her extra large implants fit her shape and size. Pay particular attention to the height of her breasts, they're full up to her clavicle. The shape is symmetrical to her hips and behind, this surgeon did a beautiful job.
I've done endless research, to present my wishes to my doctor, before going under the knife. It's really hard to find photos, online, of women with implants ranging from 2000ccs to 2400ccs! Not many ladies wear this look, I'm guessing.
My surgeon tried to give me a little resistance about going as large as I requested, they're meant to create natural looks. Pffffft, silly man. Alura Jenson has never been, what is considered, normal or natural. Never felt comfortable conforming to the status quo.
I actually have this dress, in my closet........ my big reveal, with my 2000cc-2400cc additions, will be HERE.😚
I've been having the strangest dreams. This morning, I woke up, remembering the latest story my brain created:
From what I can recall, I was watching, in third person, a major awards show. It was broadcast, on television. A young boy approached the podium, not supposed to be there. The host of the show, endeared that the child came onto the stage, handed him the microphone and a song began to play on the screen behind the presenter. This youngin began to sing, with the playback of the music video. It was so beautiful. A future Grammy winner discovered by accident. Then, my mf-ing alarm clock woke me up, that sumbish, put me into a mood. I really wanted to see the songbird receive accolades for his talent.
It occurred to me, as I'm writing this post:
I've been consumed with rejuvenating my appearance. Losing weight, building firm muscle, getting new and larger breasts(in 19 days!!!) are only some of the steps I've taken.
My efforts aren't going unnoticed. Directors are remarking, makeup artists commenting, even my forgot-my-birthday-for-the-second-year-in-a-row agent has mentioned the difference.
In just a few days, I'll be departing for Italy, where I'm ranked #1. Who knows? Maybe, when I return to the US, in a couple of weeks, someone will hand me the microphone and this future award winner will be discovered, by accident.
Have a great day! 😚😚😚
Words can honor a man,but, action is what crowns him- (author unknown)
You're ALL royalty to me. Over the years, I've been introduced to thousands of you, each is unique in their own way. Some have become close friends, a few lovers, but, each is a permanent fixture in my smile.
You inspire me, to grow and to experience new heights in sexuality. I love hearing about your personal stories- your home lives, work tribulations, fantasies.
You give me perspective ,a sense of gratitude. Women aren't privy to a man's thoughts, normally. Those are gifts seldom shared.
Truck drivers, computer techs, cooks, coaches, and nurses.... first responders, entrepreneurs and students- you're all do deliciously different.
Single fathers, married lovers, virgins and the simply choosy.... you each bring a spark to my eye. Young men and silver foxes, from different parts of the world.....
I wish I could wrap you all up, into one companion, wake up to see your smiles in the morning. Glance through the shower door to see you shaving.
Laughing at jokes and bewildered after satisfaction.
Each of you is my quiet lover. Each of you has a seat next to me. Here's to an amazing birthday! 😚😚😚
Oh......my.....gawd. OOOOOOWWW! Lol. Well, this is one dumb-ass decision that I won't be making twice. Holy Hell. I knew, by the time my shoulders got warm, that I was in trouble. However, the point of family time is to enjoy time with family.
Getting everyone in one place, at the same time, is like facilitating an act of Congress. It's nearly impossible. I wasn't going to let a little sunburn put a stop to the party.
So, for today, I'll be nursing the stinging sensation of ,"Oh,damn." In other news, my birthday is tomorrow! My family and friends have all given me their love for my special day. I can hardly wait to begin the next year of my life. It's already off to a fantasy start!
