Welcome To The Official Blog Of Porn Star Ashley Fires

Okay I have never ever been a shy girl. I have ALWAYS been a social butterfly !!!! I thrive in social settings , always have. I have never ever been shy or reserved about my body either, I have always felt comfortable in my own skin. From the time that I can remember I have never had a problem chatting up anyone. It would drive my family and friends crazy and sometimes they would even get embarassed, or mad at me.

 For the first time in my life I am feeling a little less social, um a little shy? Maybe not so outgoing?? WTF?? I have absolutely no desire to interact with anyone in person, I do not want to go anywhere either! I think I will hide behind my computer for a few days In my apartment. Is it possible for a chronic extrovert to suddenly become an introvert??
I hope not, My career depends on my ability to be me. Hmmmm, they say it is “healthy” to blog but, will it make me more social?
What is social for that matter, Social networking? Really? Are you kidding me? How is an update on myspace or twitter going to make me real friends with anyone?
It won’t.
What ever happened to Phone calls? Call me old fashioned..
What if this is how agoraphopia starts? Oh no!
I could just imagine myself…
If I were an agoraphopic I would be a sex obsessed Webcam model, no an incall masseuse, or a dominatrix, maybe a psychic fortune teller. I would also have either an extremely clean or a very hoarder style home. No pets well, maybe some ferrets that could steal the wallets away from my gentlemen suitors, slaves or clients that came to visit me. I would also have to have plenty of guns and ammo in case of a zombie apocalypse. What? It could happen.
Anyways I am almost certain I would make a terrible anything else besides me so, I guess I had better get out of my apartment now. Okay here I go… well, maybe after I check my e-mails

Kisses! Ashley

I have suffered a loss recently, I had to say goodbye to my best friend Tigger, she was a beautiful Shiba Inu mix. Street dog recue turned in to a princess. By far the coolest dog ever, calling her a dog does not even seem fair, she was my baby. The connection between us was so special, more than I have ever had with any other animal. I miss her more than I could ever fully describe in words. Until now I have not allowed myself to greive, I simply did not have the time, now I have to go pick up my sweet Tigger’s ashes from the vet, the place I last saw her.

Tigger got to travel across the United States by car twice! She got to leave her scent in 35 different states! She was spoiled with affection, long walks, and an organic diet. Tigger was 18. That’s 96 in our years. She lived better than most people, but that is nothing compared to what she gave to us.

She will be missed.