Hi, I’m alice.

I’m a wife, a mom, a motorcycle enthusiast, a boudoir model, and a woman learning how to navigate a life that looks very different than the one I once imagined.

Silhouette of a person wearing a motorcycle helmet, sitting on a motorcycle in a garage with bright windows in the background.

my story

Over the past year, my world has changed dramatically. I became chronically ill, and what started as a search for answers quickly became a journey through doctors, hospital stays, procedures, unanswered questions, and a healthcare system that often feels like a waiting game. There are days when simply getting through the day takes everything I have.

But chronic illness is only one part of my story.

Black-and-white photo of a woman with tattoos, reaching inside a toolbox or instrument case, wearing only a thong. She has long curly hair and is looking down at the tools. The setting appears to be in a garage or workshop.
A woman relaxing in a bubble bath with red lighting, showing her smiling face and tattooed arm resting on the edge of the tub.

Driven by passion

I’m still the woman who finds freedom on two wheels. Motorcycles have always been more than a hobby to me—they’re freedom, adrenaline, connection, and one of the places where I feel most like myself. Whether I’m riding, talking bikes, or surrounded by the motorcycle community, there’s something about being on two wheels that reminds me that I’m still here.

And then there’s boudoir.

For me, boudoir modeling isn’t simply about taking beautiful photographs. It’s about reclaiming my body, my confidence, my sexuality, and the way I see myself. It’s about celebrating the female body without shame and recognizing that sensuality, strength, vulnerability, and confidence can all exist in the same woman.

Black sport motorcycle in a garage with a woman lying on top of it, resting her arms on the tank, wearing a polka dot top, with tattoos on her arms, and a helmet on a nearby workbench. The background features a large garage door, a toolbox, and garage equipment, with a signature and pink lipstick kiss mark in the bottom right corner.

Chronic illness has changed my relationship with my body.
There are things it can’t do anymore, things I struggle with, and days
when I hardly recognize the woman looking back at me in the mirror.

Boudoir gives me an opportunity to look at her differently.

Not as a body that is broken.

Not as a collection of symptoms, diagnoses, scars, or limitations.

But as a woman who is still beautiful, still powerful,
still sensual, and still worthy of being seen.

A woman in lace lingerie and fishnet stockings stands in a garage next to a motorcycle, with her head tilted back and eyes closed, in a black-and-white photo. There is a logo at the bottom right corner with the words "Jeffrey's Boudoir" and a pink lipstick kiss mark.
A woman lying on her back poses with crossed legs, wearing black fishnet stockings and red lingerie, with tattooed upper body and jewelry visible, against a black background.
Black and white photo of a woman with long hair wearing fishnet stockings and thong, standing in front of a motorcycle, with the words 'Jeffrey's Boudoir' and a kiss mark in the bottom right corner.

This website is a little piece of all of that.

It’s my space to share the messy parts of chronic illness, the freedom of motorcycles, the vulnerability and empowerment
of boudoir, and the pieces of life that remind me I am so much more than what my body is going through.

I’m not here to pretend that everything is okay.

A woman kneeling on a dark surface, looking up at the camera, wearing lingerie and fishnet stockings, with text reading 'Jeffrey's Boudoir' and a kiss mark at the bottom.

I’m here to show that even when life changes, you can still find pieces of yourself worth holding onto and maybe even discover new ones along the way.

Welcome to my story.
I’m glad you’re here.