Fire school taught by my amazing teacher @redsarahfiremamma this was my first ever time doing fire on the upper body & legs! I hadn't fire ate in over 3 years an we managed to get me to this level in less than 2hrs. I literally hunted her down because I remembered how great my first class was and how she was able to make me feel confident and competent. I'm a naturally confident person but finding the right teacher to bring out the greatness in you is paramount. I know with Sarah by my side I'll be creating some amazing performance pieces, I can't wait to get on stage! Watch this space, but for now I'll be practicing every day to perfect my art. See you soon and thank you for being the sexy fire goddess that you are #fireschool#fireperformance#flames#fireeat#sensual#legs#strutter#performer#stage#seductive#bodypositive#curves#madamstorm
The first time I ran my fingers through the warm plumage of this great bird was on a cool fall evening. My youthful lust to kill a turkey had been fulfilled, but a strange spark had been lit inside me that, even at the young age of 11, I knew was much more then just the need to kill. I've been a turkey hunter since the age of 9 and I began chasing turkeys back in the days before youth seasons, popup blinds, and before turkeys were as numerous as they are today. That first young turkey began a life long journey that in many ways has shaped me as a person (yes, turkey hunting can do that). Most folks believe it is the booming gobble on a spring morning that grabs ahold of a hunter and never let's go, but for me it was the sight of a dozen lost poults converging on me as I sat tremmbled next to that ancient oak that hooked my soul and has yet to let go. Spring is a grand time to chase this magnificent bird but fall is where the real heritage began. Take a youngster out this fall and let him or her feel what only turkey hunters feel.