Stiletto Diaries

I’ve been to some really fabulous play parties as of late.  Unfortunately, blogging about such parties and the happenings therein is generally frowned on upon in the kink community at large. As it were, I can’t give out TOO many details, but I will say that much fun was had by V and myself.

At the Halloween party I had the unique experience of being topped by both Deja and V. At first it was a little…strange, having V there, but once she got down to business with a riding crop I stopped giggling. It was a really good, although intense scene. My head went to a strange space and I felt emotional, and I sort of wanted to cry. Not from the pain, it was deeper than that. I was surprised and not entirely sure how to handle it. Fortunately V and Deja were there to coddle and love me and it passed as quickly as it had arrived.

My ass was sore for days after, as you can imagine from these photos, which were taken three days after the party.

Playing with Deja was a lot of fun, and I look forward to scening with her again, perhaps this weekend at the next play party I am going to.

On Saturday Jack and Nia and I went to Fet Fair in Guelph, which is like a craft/trade show for all things kink. I like it because it supports the local community, and the people who hand make all manner of fabulous toys.

It was a really great event! I got to introduce Jack to a number of my friends in the community, and he bought me a couple of new toys.

The bondage belt was of particular interest to Jack, especially as the man who made it buckled it under my breasts and demonstrated how my hands could be fastened at my sides, leaving the o-ring free for leading me about, or tying me to things, etc. Jack was sold on it! The wonderful salesman also threw in a wooden massager (pictured above, top right) which is lovely for sensation play.

Then there was the quirt, which is an easy-to-use alternative to other styles of whip. It may look small, but that thing packs a LOT of sting.

We were entranced by a demo of this portable suspension rig, and I’m rather hopeful that I might entice Jack to purchase one for me eventually (maybe for our anniversary *cough cough*).  I’d be happy with the cross at the very least, but if we had the suspension frame, we could use it for our sex swing as well.

On our way out of the fair, I stopped to enter the raffle draw they were having, which offered several really great prize packages.  Imagine my thrill and surprise when they called me some time later to tell me that I’d won second prize!

In the picture full of assorted implements you can see most of my winnings.  Here are individual photos of some of my favorites.  Although I forgot to get a shot of the whippy rattan cane that was in there and which has proven quite a lovely toy.

That evening V and Nia accompanied me to a play party, at which we had a fabulous time.  Deja was unable to attend but I did run into another Domme friend of mine who beckoned me to play.  The results of which can be clearly seen below (ass photos courtesy of V).

Notice the older bruises on the outsides of the thighs and hips?  Those were leftovers from the Halloween party, still looking rather nasty even a week later.

All of us had a marvelous time, and I’m looking forward to yet another play party this Saturday.  Unfortunately I don’t think it’s going to work out that V can attend, since Jack will be out of town on business, but Deja is going so I won’t be totally on my own (not that I would mind at this point).  It’s been wonderful getting out more in the community.  I seem to make new friends every time I go to an event.

I finally feel as though I’ve caught up on all the recent happenings, despite the lack of explicit detail (not my doing, those are just the rules).  I should have some more gratuitous ass shots to show off after this weekend, but in the mean time, here’s some boobies.  Happy Monday!

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October has been a great month for sexy fun. I’ve been well-beaten and bruised several times over, each incident better than the last!

It mostly began Thanksgiving weekend, after we’d had our fill of turkey. Deja got out her violet wand and used it on Jack, and then let Jack use it on me, which he seemed to enjoy a great deal.

Then it was time for some cupping! I’d never tried cupping before, and Jack seemed very interested. I stripped down and Deja coated my back in massage oil. She applied the first cup and I was caught off-guard by how painful it was. I hadn’t expected it to hurt so intensely. She used the type of cups which are made from plastic, with a one-way valve at the top. You attach a handle to said valve and use it to suck the air from the cup, creating a vacuum that draws the skin into the cup, pulling blood to the surface and creating very deep bruising. There are other cupping sets available which are glass globes, you wipe the inside with alcohol, light it on fire, and then quickly apply the cup to the back. The fire burns up the oxygen, creating a vacuum that is less severe than the manual pump cups.

She encouraged Jack to give it a try. He quite giddily applied cups to my ass and lower back, getting FAR more enjoyment from the experience than I was.

Then Deja did the most horrifying thing ever. She wiggled one of the cups and then slid it across my skin, making me howl with pain. It felt like she’d sliced me open, and then the pain was in a new spot. There aren’t any photos of it, but there were ‘trail’ marks on my back from where she had moved the cups.

It didn’t take me long to hit my limit, and I begged for them to remove the cups. Deja obliged, grudgingly, but not before she slid a few more of them around for good measure.

Jack was thrilled, and now insists that if I want a violet wand, he must also have a cupping set.

Things were quiet for a couple of weeks, until The Everything To Do With Sex Show last Saturday. Jack and I had plans to go on Saturday evening, and I had offered to ’stunt bottom’ to Deja in the dungeon for a while.

I loath going to the show on weekends, because it’s always packed with people! This year was no exception. It was crowded, and I found it difficult to really look at anything.

Since I’ll use any excuse to dress up, I wore a long PVC skirt, which has slits up to mid-thigh on both side. I paired that with a pair of knee high boots and a blue silky top that looks like lingerie. I also wore a pair of cuffs, but didn’t bother with any panties.

Jack and I looked around for a while, browsing past most of the traditional sex toy booths, since we have plenty of that stuff around here. I did find a couple of really hot bras at Maximum Woman (which is where you have to shop when you have ‘plus sized’ breasts). Jack insisted I get them for myself, and I am glad he did, since I am short on attractive bras.

Since I needed to wear panties for the dungeon demo, I also picked up a couple of pairs of those, including these, which I thought were too cute.

Aside from the underwear, the only toy I bought at the show was this whippy crop, which I hope will get some use in the very near future.

Once we’d seen everything we wanted to see, I met up with Deja in the dungeon. I was giddy, but nervous, especially since there was a considerable crowd in there (at least 50 people). She knew that I was feeling a bit awkward, and assured me that she would blindfold me to help with the stripping down in public like that.

We were setting up to play on the cross, which was situated close to a speaker, so I wouldn’t be able to hear anything going on behind us. I was grateful for that as I wriggled out of my skirt, took off my top and bra, and stood beside the cross in my boots and panties. She clipped me to the rings and then started warming me up. I did my best not to think about all of the people watching me. I really wanted it to be a good scene.

I don’t clearly remember the order of things. It wasn’t an especially hard scene, although it must have lasted at least half an hour. There were points where I hollered, where she flogged me so hard it took my breath away, and where I yelped in pain. It was our first ‘real’ scene together, and she was wonderful about checking in with me (especially since she wouldn’t have heard me safeword over the pounding music). She ran her nails over me, many times, and pulled my hair.

Meanwhile Jack was watching from the audience. During the flogging a girl in front of him remarked to her friend “There is no way she is enjoying that” to which Jack volunteered “Oh trust me, she’s enjoying it very much.” The girls looked at him with some confusion, so he explained that I was his wife and that I did indeed like being beaten on.

Deja informed me that the climax of the scene was about to begin, and then she laid into me with two floggers at once. I grunted and strained against the cross. Before I really got my wits about me, it was over and Deja was unhooking me and cursing herself for not having brought a blanket. I wanted to suggest that she ask Jack for his coat, but my brain and my mouth couldn’t seem to get coordinated enough for the effort. She forced me to sit down and then allowed me to get dressed while I pulled myself together. I had some water and exchanged looks with Jack, feeling very happy with how the scene had gone.

When finally I felt steady I went to the rope which seperated the crowd from the equipment and gave Jack a kiss. A man standing nearby, who had been watching with interest, asked me if I was alright. I said that I was, and then he asked if it had hurt. It did, I told him, but in a good way. Obviously, since I was grinning like an idiot.

I thanked Deja for the scene, gave her a hug and a kiss, and then Jack and I wandered over to the foodcourt to grab something to eat.  He told me how very proud he was of me for being so brave.  He knows how I have struggled for years with body issues and insecurity.  It was a serious stretch for me, but I think I am finally starting to find my way into feeling more comfortable in my own skin.

My tank top did nothing to hide the welts that Deja had raised on my back with a particularly stingy flogger of hers.

After another look around I picked up a couple of chocolate penis’ for V and I, as is our Sex Show tradition. Then, tired but satisfied, we headed home. I had V snap a pic of the welts on my rear end before bed.

It was a good show this year. Better than the one V and I went to last year here in Toronto. Maybe that’s just because I got to play this year ;)  The goodie bags left something to be desired (unlike last year, which was great) and as I said, the crowds made me crazy, but all in all, a good time was had.

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Just a note, before I begin my post about the weekend.  You may have noticed that all of the Twitter Digest posts are now gone.  I took a quick poll of my readers yesterday, and since most of you disliked having them on the blog, I removed them.  Personally, I go back and forth between liking them and being annoyed with them.  When is a good time to have them?  When should I turn them off?  Do people even read them?  Etc.  At any rate, they are no more.

Now, on to the good parts!

On Friday evening V and I drove into Toronto and down to the Sound Academy, which is located on a pier, along the shore of Lake Ontario.  I’d never been to this particular venue before, but we were both quite impressed with the interior, and then we wandered out onto the back patio and saw the lake.  After walking down a short flight of stairs you find yourself standing right beside the water, while the waves lap against the pier.  We could see a fantastic view of the Toronto skyline at night, all lit up.  The CN tower was in clear view, and the downtown looked brilliant, towering above the shores of the lake.  Unfortunately I had neglected to bring my camera, so I don’t have photos, but hopefully you get the idea.

The opening bands were great.  V and I had some drinks and really enjoyed ourselves while we waited for Bedouin Soundclash.  Both of the openers were from Ontario here, so it was a 100% Canadian concert, which I like.

We were pumped up and ready when Soundclash finally took the stage.  It was really awesome to see them preform live.  I’ve loved their music for several years now, and it was so cool to hear them play in person.  They did both of my favorite songs, and we managed to get pretty close to the stage (it was a general admission thing with no seating, so the entire audience was crowded together).  We danced and sang and oggled the bassist.  It was a great time!

At the end of the concert we grabbed a hot dog from one of the street meat carts and then headed for home.  We were both exhausted and I hardly remember going to bed.

Saturday passed quietly.  V wasn’t feeling well most of the afternoon, and wasn’t sure if she was up for clubbing.  Nia ended up having to cancel due to having a very long day and feeling much too tired to join us.  Things were not looking good, but then V decided to join me after all, so we got dressed and packed a change of clothes (since we planned to spend the night at Deja’s) and off we went.

We stopped to pick up Deja, who lives far closer to Toronto than I do, which is why we planned to spend the night there.  She and V seemed to hit it off pretty well, and by the time we made it to Goodhandy’s they were better acquainted.

It was really nice to see Todd again, who gave me a big hug when we arrived.  I introduced V and Deja and then I gave them a tour of the club.  They were both really nervous, and I had to laugh when we passed a man vigorously masturbating in the hallway on our way back from the bathrooms.

We got a table and V excused herself to go outside for a cigarette.  An older gentleman whom I’ve talked to at the club during previous visits came over and offered to buy Deja and I a drink.  Deja was obviously reluctant to accept, but since I knew a bit about this man I gladly allowed him to bring me a gin with 7up.  Deja did end up taking his offer as well, and after he brought us our drinks he took off and didn’t bother us again for the rest of the night.

V returned and we all had a few more drinks.  We watched other people, and chatted some.  Nothing too exciting was going on.  This one very unattractive man came over and sat near us.  He began talking to Deja, who was obviously uninterested and more than a tad uncomfortable.

We all went outside together, to get a little air and so that Deja could escape the weirdo.  I didn’t want either of them to have a bad experience there, so I made sure to mention that we could leave at any time.

Back in the club we relocated to a new table with a different view.  One of the regulars (I see him there all the time) was masturbating up on the balcony, which I pointed out to V, who started laughing awkwardly.  We also go to see Naked Dancing Guy, who is another regular, and generally just busts a move in nothing but a black cap and a pair of beat up sneakers.  He was wearing boxers most of the time, for whatever reason, but we did catch a glimpse of him totally nude by the DJ booth and upstairs.

Towards the end of the evening there was a threesome on the balcony.  Two men and a cross dresser.  One was giving her a blow job while the other fucked her up the ass.  That was quite a spectacle, although I wish they had come downstairs to do it so that we could have had a better view.

The creepy man had returned and was hitting on Deja, who kicked V under the table to signal her distress.  V finished her drink quickly and I went to say goodbye to Todd before we left.  The guy seemed pretty disappointed when I beckoned Deja away, but she was relieved to be rid of him.  When we got to the car she told us that he had offered her $100 to flog him, which she had wisely refused.

We drove back to Deja’s place, even though we were all still wide awake and feeling ambitious.  So we had some more drinks and we helped Deja set up her massage table so that we could do a little playing!  I really wanted V to see what fire play is like, and since Jack had given me permission to do fire play with Deja, I thought I would take advantage.

I stripped naked and got onto the table and stretched out on my belly.  I could feel Deja apply a strip of alcohol down my spine, and then a moment later there was heat, and then cool, and then heat, and then cool, until all the alcohol was burned away.

She repeated this process many times over on different parts of my back and legs.  V was really impressed while watching.  It was so cool to be able to share that experience with her.  Deja dripped alcohol down my ass and then lit it, which made me squirm.  Apparently it looked all kinds of awesome with my butt all lit up like that, LOL.

Eventually I turned over on my back and Deja went to work on my chest and breasts and tummy.  It was a tad unnerving watching my front side be set ablaze, but I trust Deja completely, so I just did my best to keep still.  Having my nipples set on fire was totally awesome.

V let Deja do a strip of fire on her arm as well, and then invited her to try doing some fire play on me.

“Do you trust me?” V asked, half kidding, while she stepped around the table beside Deja.

“Of course I do!” I said, grinning.

Deja showed her how to use the fire play wands and her hand to put out the flames after lighting them.  You can’t let it burn for very long or it’ll leave a mark (or worse).  V did a few strips across my chest, and she caught on right away.  It was a neat experience, and I’d like the chance to do a little fire play myself.  I am going to get Deja to show me how to make the wands for it, and give me a lesson.  It would be awesome to be able to do it to other people.

After the fire play, Deja got out her Violet Wand to show V.  I dread the wand, but I also love it.  She turned it on and ran it over my skin, which made me squirm and yelp.  V thought the wand was brilliant, and really loved how it felt.  Deja hooked up the body probe, which is basically a metal rod that one person holds onto and then the current runs through them and into anyone they touch.  V started poking me and shocking me and I pretty much had a giggling fit because that’s what I do when I love and loath something.  Deja gave her these metal fingernail type things, which only intensified the effect.  It was really wild, and I was so glad that V was really enjoying herself and getting into it.  We had a riot.

When I was all out of breath and they were done with me, I got into my pajamas and we all sat around chatting and laughing.  We talked briefly about doing some cupping, but decided to save that for another time.

We started scheming for the last weekend in September.  Jack and I had planned to go to Deja’s for the evening so that she could show him what fire play was all about.  I’m hoping that Nia might be able to babysit for us so that V can come along as well.  I’d like to try cupping then, and also maybe do a little fire play myself on Jack.  He expressed an interest in wanting to try doing it on me, so there will be fun all around!

V and I got to sleep in Deja’s dungeon that night.  It was a really neat experience falling asleep surrounded by paddles and bondage furniture, and every manner of kinky item.  Deja has a beautiful dungeon.  The walls are painted and textured to look like stone, and she has some really creative lighting fixtures and candle sconces everywhere.  I’m highly jealous but maybe eventually I’ll have such a room as well.

We got ourselves rounded up sometime after noon on Sunday and then headed for home.  Before we left I invited Deja to spend Thanksgiving with Jack and the kids and I, since V plans to go back to Calgary to visit for that weekend.  I hope she will take me up on the offer.  It would be lovely to have her over.

It was a really great weekend, and I’m so glad to know Deja, and to be learning so much from her.  I was also really happy that she and V got along so well.  They both agreed that we should all hang out more, so we have plans to go to Deja’s for movie night this Thursday.  I’m really looking forward to that!

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I really, really want to write about my weekend at Forbidden, but it feels like my thoughts are scattered and disjointed.  The entire experience was so surreal…so intense, on so many levels.  It was pleasure and pain and wonder and distress, all wrapped up into a scant 41 hours.

Before I begin, let me say to Red, that you were right.  I was a stupid, stupid girl for not ending it immediately on Tuesday night when I had the opportunity.

A lot of things that happened at the camp will stay private, because there is a certain understanding that what happens in the kinky circles, stays in the kinky circles.

I will tell you, however, that Varick and I did not get along well during the time we were there.  Sadly, I think that we had already decided that we’d had enough of each other, but for some ridiculous reason decided to suffer through the weekend pretending to be together.  It made things uncomfortable for both of us, and aside from a brief 45 minutes of play, we didn’t connect at all.

Friday evening, after setting up and making the rounds to say hello, I retired to bed early while he sat around a fire elsewhere.  At around 2:00am he crawled into bed and I let him cuddle against me to warm up.  I asked him how he wanted his eggs in the morning, and then we fell asleep.

I tend to be a naturally early riser (and I’m also a serious night owl, which is confusing, LOL) so I woke up around 7:30 Saturday morning.  I slithered out of bed and pulled on a bit of clothing and slipped out into the morning sun to use the bathroom and make some coffee.  There were people walking around in the nude already and even though I was barely wearing anything I chuckled to myself about feeling ‘over dressed’.

With Old Crow Medicine Show playing on the little speakers I bought for my iPod, I put water on for coffee and started rounding up breakfast.  It was a gorgeous morning, and I LOVE cooking outside while camping.  It’s one of my favorite things about being out in the woods.

Varick surfaced, wearing only his jeans and runners.  He went to the bathroom and then returned, at which point I told him to go back to bed and that I would call him when breakfast was ready.  He remarked on the music I was playing (apparently he is not a fan) and I replied that if he was the one up first, cooking breakfast, then he could pick the music.

He went back inside the tent and I finished the eggs and sausage and poured him a glass of orange juice.  I wanted the day to go well, so I took him breakfast in bed (a pleasure he’d never received before).  He was at least polite and thanked me for cooking.  We ate and then he got dressed while I cleaned up.

After wandering around and saying hello to people we knew, we ended up at Deja’s camp site for a good part of the morning.  I could tell that something was off with Varick.  While I was making my best effort to keep things as ‘normal’ as possible, he acted as though he didn’t want to be within ten feet of me.  I don’t think that anyone picked up on it, aside from me, but it was hurtful and irritating.

There was a Booze Cruise happening early in the afternoon, hosted by a bunch of the seasonal campers.  Basically anyone who wanted to participate followed the host, who led us from site to site, and at each there was free drinks and food.  I hadn’t planned to drink, since I hoped to play and generally the two don’t mix well.  However, I didn’t see much action in my near future, so I went with Deja and we hit a few of the stops.  It had been a while since breakfast and I drank six shots at one stop (no one wanted theirs because it was WAY strong) so I was feeling lightheaded almost immediately.

I had a great time on the Booze Cruise, and made some new friends along the way.  At some point I had to cut myself off however, before I was totally wasted and therefore useless for the rest of the evening.

Varick and I headed back to our site around supper time to make something to eat.  We ate and then I went into the tent for something (I can’t recall exactly what it was) and he followed me.  Perhaps he was making an effort to dispel the weirdness between us, but we played for a while, unexpectedly really.  It was certainly the most intense scene we’d ever had, in terms of both his choice of implements and how hard he used them on me.

He caned me and paddled me and used the crop and that horrid wheel.  I still have an impressive collection of bruises and cane stripes across my ass and thighs, and I don’t bruise easily.  I wanted him to hit me harder, but he’s still too nervous about hurting the person he is beating on.

When he was finished he wrapped me up in a blanket and held me for a while.  It was certainly the most intimate moment of the weekend, but I could tell that he was still very distant.  Really, it didn’t matter much, I got what I wanted for the most part.

There was drumming at Deja’s camp as the sun went down.  I had thought of bringing my drum and then opted not to, and man was I kicking myself.  On the bright side, there were a couple of massage tables set up, and the submissives were taking turns being drummed on.

I got my turn, although I felt uncomfortable at the idea of getting completely naked in front of no less than 30 people.  Despite my reservations, I stepped out of my comfort zone, slipped out of my tiny skirt and tank top and layed down on my front on the table.

Three people used canes to drum on the length of my body.  My ass was still very sore from the earlier beating, a fact that a particular Dom friend of mine used to his advantage, making me yelp several times with particularly enthusiastic drumming.  It was an amazing experience, being nude in the firelight while people pounded out music on an assortment of instruments, including my skin.

When they were done with me I got dressed and sat down beside Varick again.  He seemed tired, so I suggested he head to bed, which he did, even though it was only 10:00pm.

Some time later I found myself naked on the table again, this time on my back.  Deja and that nice Dom were pouring hot wax onto my flesh while I moaned and wriggled.  There was wax from my neck to my toes and everywhere in between.  The heat wasn’t enough to burn, but it felt like liquid fire when they dripped generous amounts over my breasts and pussy.

278. Have hot wax poured on my naked body

Once I was sufficiently covered, the Dom picked up his long dagger and proceeded to drag the tip over my skin.  I shuddered and did my best to keep still while the blade slipped over my flesh, scrapping the wax away from my body.

When he slipped it between my legs and up between my pussy lips I was panting so hard I thought I might hyperventilate.  Then he rested the tip on my clit and wiggled it, and I wanted to turn myself inside out.  He nearly made me cum with his knife, which in itself was incredible.

291. Experience knife play

When it was done, Deja covered me with a blanket, and I layed there looking up at the stars through the leaves of the trees.  The fire crackled behind me while I processed what had just occurred.  All that was missing was someone to take me in their arms while my head swam with endorphins.  I missed Jack intensely in that moment.  I wished with all my being that I had gone to Forbidden with anyone but Varick.

Only when I was certain I could stand on my own did I sit up and slip off the table, still wrapped in Varick’s blanket (which he’d left with me before going to bed).  I sat down by the fire, naked and covered in bits of wax and baby oil (they put that on first to make it easier for the wax to be removed after) and listened to the conversation around me.  I felt…peaceful, but alone.  It was strange, but a good experience overall.

Later I went back to my tent and stood in the moonlight completely nude.  I rinsed myself off as well as I could, and then went inside to put on some warmer clothing.  Varick woke some and asked me how I was doing.  I replied that I was good while I slipped into my jeans and a hoodie.  I told him to go back to sleep while I zipped the door closed behind me.

Deja suggested we got for a quick swim before they closed the pool.  I hadn’t brought a suit, but everyone was going naked anyway, so we stripped off and took a quick dip.  We didn’t linger too long, since it was nearly 1:00am and the water was rapidly cooling off.

66. Skinny dip in the dark

I dried myself off and bid Deja a good night before going to bed myself.  There was no cuddling that night, Varick stayed on his side of the bed and I stayed on mine.

When I woke the next day the first order of business was coffee, and the second was writing Varick a letter about how I felt.  I wasn’t sure that I would give it to him, but I needed to do something to get it all out.  I tucked it away before he got out of bed, glad to have at least organized my thoughts somewhat.

We ate a light breakfast and then did a little visiting.  I felt hungover, although I had been sober long before I went to bed.  I think it was exhaustion from all the play the day before, and I was emotionally raw and overwhelmed.

He helped me pack everything up and we left an hour earlier than planned because I just wanted to get home and be with Jack.

During the first half of the ride it was uncomfortably quiet.  Finally I couldn’t stand it and just asked him point blank if he still wanted to be together.  He admitted that he didn’t, and that he couldn’t meet my relationship requirements.  I said that it was better this way, and that clearly we were not right for each other.  I wished out loud that he had said something before the weekend, to which he replied that he ‘just wanted us to have a nice weekend together’.

“Well, it WASN’T” I stated flatly.  I felt like telling him that I could think of at least half a dozen people offhand that I would have rather spent the time with, but it’s just as much my fault for not writing him off last week when I had the chance.

“I hope things aren’t awkward” he mentioned “since we will probably see a lot of each other”.

“We’re adults Varick, I am sure we can handle it” I replied.  It’s somewhat unfortunate that we have so many mutual friends in the community, but as I said, we can handle it.  Or at least I can, we shall see about him.

I dropped him off at his place and we hugged uncomfortably before saying goodbye.  I drove towards home, and I cried bitterly because even though I shouldn’t feel replaced, I do.  I also felt rejected, even though I had initiated the sequence of events on Tuesday.  I was angry that I had spent even ONE moment of the weekend feeling awkward over him.

Jack and V and the kids were out, and I didn’t want to be alone just then, so I went to Nia’s.  She hugged me and listened while I explained what had happened.  We talked about communication and how irritating it is when other people don’t seem to get it.  I had wanted to give him the opportunity to prove that he wanted what I wanted, and instead he made up his mind that it was over and then drug it out through our time together.

When I got home I packed some things inside, put away groceries, cleaned the cooler, and then had a long shower.  Jack and V and the kids arrived shortly after I finished, and we had supper together before putting kids to bed and then renting Shortbus.  If you haven’t seen it, and you are into sexually explicit drama/comedies, it’s worth seeing.  I really enjoyed it.

Eventually it was just Jack and I in bed together.  I cried some more, and then we fucked.  It was rough and hard and exactly what I needed.  When I eventually orgasmed, with his hand cupped firmly over my pussy, I wept again from the intensity of it.  I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard.

Afterwards Jack and I cuddled and I thanked every diety I know for what I have with him.  I often question why I struggle through these extra relationships when I don’t have to.  Why do I subject myself to the upset and the potential for pain when I could stay home and be with someone who will love me forever?

I am addicted to the good parts I suppose.  The payoff can be beautiful, and because each time I make a connection with someone I learn something new about myself and about the world.

Finding the value in all things is vital to survival.  I am glad for what I learned from Varick.  I gained some personal clarity regarding the sort of relationships I am interested in, and I think it will be a great while before I get tangled up with someone so immature and inexperienced.  As Jack said to me last night, while he held me so tight and lovingly touched my black and blue rear end, I need to stop looking for a ‘project’ and start demanding partners who already have their shit together and know who they are and what they want.

Even though it really is better that we’ve ended things, I am still mourning the loss of a regular play partner.  It was lovely to be able to indulge that part of myself and experience some things I had been wanting to try.  I hope it won’t be too long before I have the opportunity again.

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So, last night as Nia and I are driving to the pub where the munch is held, my phone starts ringing. Varick’s ringtone is currently Hot N Cold by Katy Perry, because the first line “You change your mind like a girl changes clothes” pretty much sums up my perception of him recently. If you are not familiar, go download it here, for free!

Anyway, I knew it was him, so I answered and he was all “Hey, are you coming to the munch tonight?” and I said that I was, and that I had just pulled into the parking lot. Nia saw him and said “Oh he’s cute” as we were getting out of the truck.

“Yup, he is, fuckin asshole” I said under my breath with a chuckle. He strolled over and I introduced them. Then he turned to me and asked if I was planning to give him a hug. I obliged, although it felt awkward, and it didn’t include any kissing because I pulled away quickly.

We all sauntered into the pub and headed to the room where the group always meets. Greetings and hugs were exchanged with many people, and then the three of us sat down at a table together.

“I was thinking we should discuss the camping trip this weekend, and what all we have to bring” Varick said to me. I just nodded and shot Nia a glance. She sort of smirked knowingly.

Since she and I hadn’t seen each other in almost two months, we spent a good part of the evening swapping stories, while Varick listened. He kept touching my leg under the table or running his fingertips up my side. I basically ignored his attentions, and he seemed to get the hint after an hour or so and abandoned his attempts.

Later into the evening, while Nia was having a conversation with this other nice pair of people, Varick looked at me and asked what was going on. I told him that I needed to talk to him but now was not the time. He looked a little nervous and asked what he’d done wrong.

“We will talk about it later” I said, not wanting to get into it right there at that moment. A short time later we were all outside, and Nia was all “Uh, I think I am going to take a walk…over there!” and she wandered away. I wanted to tell her to stay so that I wouldn’t have to get into it with Varick, who was looking at me expectantly.

Getting started wasn’t easy, but once I stumbled through the first few sentances, I managed to spit out exactly what I wanted to say. I told him that I had been disappointed with the way that he acted when he came over the day I got home from America.

“You KNOW I have a really hard time around new people though” he said, referring to meeting V that evening. “You should know that I was just feeling awkward.”

“But I don’t know that Varick. I mean, I know you have anxiety in social situations, but I don’t know you well enough to always accurately interpret your behaviour. You’re so difficult to get close to, I can only figure out what your actions mean based on my own perceptions.”

He seemed to get what I was saying. So I continued on, telling him that I want to be with someone who is interested in my life and who cares about what is going on with me. He admitted he was pretty crappy about that sort of thing.

I also mentioned not knowing where I stand with him, and that I need him to be more forthcoming with his feelings. I told him that I know it’s hard to be vulnerable, because I have a real struggle with it too. He was looking at the ground by this point, his jaw was clenched and he looked like he was on the verge of tears.

So he does have feelings after all, he just suppresses the hell out of them, but I seem to have found the key to opening that door (and it actually didn’t have anything directly to do with me).

I asked him if he wanted to break up, and I told him that I had intended to end it that evening. If he hadn’t grasped how serious I was, he did then.

“I don’t want to break up” he said softly. “I know you want an answer about where we stand, but I think I need some time to figure myself out.”

During the course of the conversation I also found out that he has never had a serious relationship before. He’s even LESS experienced than I though, and I get the impression he’s never been in love. Good Gods what am I getting myself into.

As the conversation came to a close he said he had a lot of things to think about. He seemed to be feeling really dejected, and it took everything in me not to coddle him and take it all back. I generally do not enjoy inflicting discomfort on people I care about (if I don’t care about them, well, that’s another thing, LOL) so it was hard to see him like that.

When we were saying goodbye he asked me for a hug, which I gladly gave him. Then he asked if I was expecting him to kiss me.

“I only want you to kiss me if you WANT to kiss me” I said. So he did, and then he pressed his forehead against mine and sighed softly. We stood like that for a moment, and then hugged again, and kissed again, and then went our separate ways.

We are still going to Forbidden this weekend, and I know it will be a good experience. This is our first ‘big heavy’ relationship talk, so if we make it, I think we’ll be fine for a while. If we don’t, well then that is as it should be. Once he’s had some time to figure his shit out, we can discuss it some more. While he is doing that Jack suggested I decide specifically what I want in this relationship so that I can spell it out for him. Since he has no idea what he is doing, just trying to muddle through could prove frustrating. Plus if I lay it all out now he can decide if he wants the same/similar things from this.

Perhaps I am foolish to give him any opportunity to prove himself, but honestly, I don’t think it’s a matter of him being a dick, I think he just has NO freakin idea how to act in a relationship. The conversation we had last night was revealing in a number of ways, and I get the sense that he really does care for me in some capacity.

Despite the potential weirdness, I am really looking forward to the weekend! Hopefully I can get Varick or Deja to take some photos of our play (or just my bruises) for posting once I get back, but no promises

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On the morning of Friday, July 25th I found myself on the back of a motorcycle, headed east of Calgary towards Bragg Creek.  A friend of mine had offered to take me for a ride out to Elbow River, followed by lunch somewhere together.

Since I’d already seen the Elbow Falls, he took me a short distance upriver, to an area less frequented by tourists.  It was a gorgeous day, the perfect temperature for a ride in the country and basking by the river.

I took a few photos from down in the river valley, before we took a bit of a hike up the side to a sort of a ridge.

The following photos were taken from up on our perch above the river.  My friend had the good sense to bring a blanket, which he spread out on the grass for us.

We laid on our backs under the warm summer sun, and it felt like we had the world to ourselves for a while.  He ran his hands over my shoulders and gave me a massage, which was exactly what I needed after nearly four weeks with family.

After a bit of playful banter he stripped off his clothing and managed to coax me out of mine as well, with some persuasion (and plenty of foreplay).  It was magnificent being nude outdoors in the sunshine, in the company of a handsome and intelligent man who was quite set on making me cum.  I could feel the heat of the day on my bare breasts and belly while he played my body like the keys of a fine piano.

“Do you want me inside of you?” he asked, while I was lost in the afterglow of a wonderful orgasm.

“Yes” I sighed, while his fingertips traced lazy lines over my skin.

He settled himself between my thighs, and although we were on something of an unfortunate slope, we managed a fairly comfortable sort of entanglement.

He fucked me slowly, taking his pleasure from prolonging the experience.  I do adore a man who takes his time and really savors every moment as if he may never have sex again.  When he was close to climax he sped up, taking me hard and fast until he came with a groan and several ‘Oh-Gods!’

We remained there for a short while, touching softly, until we decided we were peckish enough to get dressed and head back towards the city.  I wish we could have spent the rest of the day there, or perhaps several of them, but one must take what they can get when it comes to such things.

He took me to a little diner for the best Montreal smoked meat sandwich I’ve ever had in CowTown.  Afterwards we sat outside enjoying the warm weather until he had to depart.  I hope it won’t be so long this time until I see him again, as our last get together was well over a year ago.

A series of bad directions on my part, and important appointments on V’s part left me somewhat stranded down on 17th ave for the better part of an hour.  It was strange being down there alone, only because I realised that I felt like I didn’t belong anymore.  My cell phone had died so I couldn’t even call LD to let him know I was running late.

Eventually I managed to hail a cab and arrived at LD’s late enough that he’d begun to wonder what had become of me.  It was lovely to see him, and we had a really nice visit before I dragged him into his bed and had my way with him.

After we’d gotten each other off, we gathered ourselves together and went out for Vietnamese food before V’s big going-away soiree later that evening.  LD knows where all the best sort of restaurants are in Calgary, and after we ate we caught a cab over to Marda Loop where everyone was meeting for the party.

It was a really great night, aside from running into Q, who never called me again after we fucked during the May long weekend.  He saw me in the pub and approached me, which resulted in several moments of very awkward conversation.

“Hey, how are you?”

“I’m good, how have you been?”

“I’ve been good.  So are you in town visiting?”

“Yup, just out for V’s send off party tonight.  She’s moving out to Toronto with me.”

“Oh, nice”

Then we stood there, uncomfortable, until we sort of wandered apart.  I did my best to completely ignore and avoid him for the rest of the evening.  He didn’t approach me again, much to my relief.

It was so much fun seeing everyone that night.  We stayed up late into the night, only making it into bed shortly before the sun began to come up. 

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352. Go to the Valley Zoo in Edmonton

This afternoon Jack and I loaded up the kiddos, and took a drive down to the Valley Zoo here in Edmonton. We hadn’t taken them there before, so this was a good opportunity for a family outing, in combination with crossing something else off of my list.

It was a hot day here, so a lot of the animals were snoozing, but I still got a ton of great photos.

My favorite part of the zoo was the guinea pig enclosure. I swear there were around 100 of the little rodents running loose in this big fenced area, with tons of places to hide and play. It was one of the coolest things ever.

Anyway, here are a bunch of pictures I took. Scroll over each for captions.

The kids had a wonderful time, especially in the petting zoo and running through various sprinklers around the grounds. We had supper at the food court, and stopped by the sea lions and reptile room before heading for home. We all had a really great afternoon at the zoo, and I am so glad we decided to go.

All of the heat these last few days resulted in an incredible thunder and lightning storm here this evening, which I was watching while I uploaded my photos. The sky opened up and a downpour began, Jack and I watched from indoors while sipping some really nice Shiraz we picked up the other day.

Suddenly it occurred to me that it was the perfect opportunity to accomplish something else on my list! I led Jack outside and had him sit down on one of the deck chairs. I coaxed his cock out of his shorts and then flipped up my skirt and sat down on his lap.

We fucked outside while the thunder boomed overhead and the lightning lit up the sky. We were soaked through from the rain, although fortunately it was still fairly warm. He gripped my hips hard while I rocked and bounced on his cock, keeping an eye out for neighbours who might have come outside to check out the storm.

They would have seen a lot more than dark clouds and flashes of light!

When we were finished we dashed back into the house, giggling and short of breath.

216. Have sex in the rain

Mmmmmmm that was one of the most enjoyable list items thus far I love that it was spontaneous and impulsive. Even better in many ways than pre-planned list item fulfillment!

Sadly, I have no photos of that to share

Tomorrow we are headed to Calgary for the days leading up to my road trip with V. There are around half a dozen items I can cross off while I am back in the city, and then another six or so which I will be doing during our cross-country adventure, so plenty of bucket list goodness and other fun adventures to come!

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I don’t bruise easily.  This is both a blessing and a curse.  On one hand, I rarely have to give up wearing tank tops (which are a staple of my wardrobe) nor do I have to explain unusual markings to friends, family, or children.  On the other hand, the moon-shaped red welts which had graced my upper arms, shoulders, neck, and collar bone last night when I arrived home, have now faded away.

Varick’s teeth, only a short time before, had left these unique ‘brands’ on my skin while I whimpered and panted in his lap.

While I’d been preparing my offering for the pot luck, earlier that day, Varick had called to enquire into what time I’d planned to leave.  I told him that I was going to head there early so that I would have time to set up the fountain and melt all the chocolate.  He mentioned hoping we could car pool, since he’s on my way.  We discussed where to meet up, since I’d not been to his house, and then he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.

“Well…I was hoping you’d stop by the house to pick me up so that I can lure you inside and have my way with you before we go to the party.”

How could I possibly turn him down?

He gave me directions to his place, and after packing up everything I needed, I was off!  I found his place without incident.  He rents at this really amazing place out of town.  The yard is incredible, with fountains and trees and flowers everywhere.  The house is one of those big old rambling homes, overlooking a meadow.  His room is very nice, giant windows and plenty of room.  He’s a book whore, like me, they were piled everywhere.  Mostly fantasy novels, which I poked through with curiosity.  I asked him if he’d loan me one that he thought I would like, since I’ve never been much for non-fiction.  He rooted through a stack or two and then handed me a big thick paperback. It’s called Fulgrim by Graham McNeill and it looks pretty alright.  I’m willing to give it a read anyway.

Since I’d arrived just as he was stepping out of the shower, he was still getting dressed while we’d had this little exchange about the book.  After I’d tucked it into my purse, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.

“Did you miss me?” I asked, grinning and tilting my head to one side.  He just chuckled and nipped my nose.

“What do you think?” and he pushed his pelvis up against mind and I could feel his rigid cock through his boxers.

He playfully backed me up against his bed and then pushed me down onto it.  He layed down beside me and we kissed and cuddled and groped each other.

“Really we should get going you know” I said, trying my very hardest to be serious while he nibbled and kissed his way down one side of me neck.  He replied by slipping his hand under my skirt and brushing his finger tips over the inside of my thighs and then between my legs.

The party would just have to wait

He managed to coax two orgasms out of me and came in my mouth over the course of the next half hour.  I’d go into detail but then I’d never get the rest of the story told, hee hee.

Finally we gathered ourselves up and dashed to the grocery store to pick up his contribution to the potluck, which was corn on the cob.  He held my hand in the store, and not just that barely-hanging-on-only-doing-it-out-of-obligation hand hold, but a finger-laced and really meaning it holding hands.  I liked that, as you can tell.

We got a lot of corn, LOL, way more than we needed as it turned out, but no matter.  When we arrived at Deja’s, and hour and a half later than I’d originally planned, she just laughed and gave us a rough time.

Varick and I curled up on the couch for a little while while other guests arrived.  It was a pleasure meeting some of Deja’s other friends, all of them kinksters.  It’s such a wonderful and unique experience being in a room with other people, and not having to watch what you say in terms of BDSM or even poly.  I enjoy it a great deal.

I set up the fountain and Deja and her house girl helped me get it working correctly.  The fountain was a huge hit, everyone was very impressed and there was chocolate being licked off cheeks, chins, noses, and fingers.

Deja suggested we watch a movie before supper got started, and she put in an indie film that was made here in Canada, called Walk All Over Me.  Leave it to Deja to find even the most obscure movie about BDSM.  Varick laid on my chest for the duration of the film, which actually wasn’t terrible, although I did cringe a lot with embarrassment for the leading actress, who just seemed to have nothing but bad luck.

When the movie was over, we all sat down around the table and ate supper together.  There was plenty of laughing and great conversation.  Everyone there, except for me, is going to a 5 day kinky camp out in July.  Unfortunately, due to timing, I can’t attend, much to my disappointment (and Varick’s of course).  However, it was exciting to hear about, and I’ve made reservations for Varick and I at Forbidden in August, so I can’t complain TOO loudly.

At one point he pressed his forehead against mine and made a comment about how he wishes I was coming with him.  He promised to learn all sorts of new things (there are a ton of workshops going on there) which he could then do to me when given the chance.

When our bellies were full we adjourned to the dungeon to watch Deja do a fireplay scene with a Dom/sub couple at the party.  Basically he (the Dom) wanted to learn more, and Deja has been trained by one of the finest and most respected tops in the area.  The rest of us mingled at the door quietly while preparations were made and the scene got underway.

It was marvelous and a little nerve wracking to watch them.  I can only imagine how it feels to lay there, naked and blindfolded, while someone paints on you with alcohol and then lights it on fire.  I quiver at the thought, but I want to experience that some day.  Varick wants to learn, and I’d be willing to let him try on me, with Deja’s supervision of course.  Jack feels rather uncomfortable with this however, so Deja suggested that he and I come to her place sometime, just the two of us, and she can show him in person, to see if that puts his mind at ease.  I’m hopeful I’ll be able to coax him into doing that at least, even if he still says no, so that I can cross fireplay off the bucket list at any rate.

We left the players to their scene and wandered back downstairs.  Varick sat down in this over-sized chair and then had me sit down in front of him.  I leaned back into his chest and we cuddled there for quite some time.

Deja came down with her violet wand and did a short scene with one of the male subs in attendance.  He’d never had the wand before, and he seemed to enjoy it very much.

It was getting later into the night, and I was completely relaxed, snuggled up in Varick’s arms, listening to the others bantering.  He nuzzled my shoulder with his cheek, and then I felt his teeth.  I did my best to whimper quietly while he very slowly, very deliberately bit down harder.  Then he relaxed, ever so slightly, only to clamp down again.  The pain was sharp, intense, and then over as quickly as it had begun.

He repeated this process, many times over, making me gasp and pant, while trying to be still and quiet about it.

It would seem I have a real thing for biting.

Before the night was thru I had his teeth marks all over me.

Later, not long before we left, he had me stand in the middle of the room, with my hands behind my head, while he spanked me.  My rear was sore the next day, even though he hadn’t carried on for more than a few minutes.  There was no warm up, just that wonderful stinging heat.

At around 3am we took our leave, thanking Deja for a wonderful time and then hauling ourselves out to the truck.  We talked a lot on the drive back to his house.  Most of it was intensely personal, so I’m not going to share it here, but lets say Varick and I are a lot the same.  Slow to trust, even slower to allow anyone into the confines of those places we keep secret.  Neither of us feel particularly comfortable being vulnerable with other people (especially each other at this early stage).  He expects the worst from people, and I can’t fault him that, I used to think that way too.  He has some pretty deep emotional wounds, and I don’t expect he’ll really open himself up to me unless I’m willing to stick it out for a long haul.

One of the unfortunate drawbacks to the place where he is renting, is that he’s not permitted overnight guests.  Basically, the homeowner has a ton of nice stuff, which he doesn’t want stolen/broken/etc.  Also, he’s trying to avoid having ‘guests’ practically squatting at his place for periods of time under the guise of visiting any of the boarders.  I can understand that, even though it really sucked when I wanted nothing more than to spend the night there with Varick (he was equally irritated).

After a goodbye ‘quickie’ he wished me a goodnight, promised to see me later in the week, and went inside.  I drove back to my place, crawled in to bed with Jack, and was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

There’s more to discuss as far as Varick goes, but for now I’ll leave it at this.  I’m quite exhausted and I feel like the last four paragraphs are kind of disjointed as is.  I’m off to bed, and I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend!

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We got up bright and early on Saturday morning, since we wanted to have a full day in Toronto before our evening out at Goodhandy’s.

Since we were going to be staying the night in the city we packed up a suitcase of clothes, toys, and whatever other paraphernalia we thought we’d need that night and the next day.  We grabbed coffee and breakfast at Tim’s on our way out of town, since Padme and I both require copious amounts of caffeine for survival.

We made great time getting into the city, and the first order of business was to find parking at Eaton’s Center, and then go shopping in the mall.  If you’ve never been to this particular mall, basically the attraction is that it’s really big, with lots and lots of great stores.  My favorite part of the mall is the display of 50 Canadian geese, suspended from the atrium ceiling.

Not my best photography (by far!) but these should give you an idea of what I’m talking about:

At the mall we went into Indigo, where Padme and I browsed the sexuality section, and she picked up a book of memoirs written by a submissive.  I imagine it would be a great read.  If I wasn’t already up to my neck in books that need to be read, I may have been tempted to pick up one of the books on tantric sex, since I’ve been wanting to learn more about that much talked-about style of intimacy.

We also made a stop at one of our all time favorite stores, Lush.  We browsed all of the wonderful smelling products they offer, torn between what to buy just then.  I ended up treating myself to a Big Blue, a Geo Phyzz, and then decided to try something new with one of their bubble bars, Bathos.  I’ll be sure to let you know how I end up liking it

Padme and I are both chocolate junkies, so we couldn’t resist making a little purchase at Godiva.  Since the summer specials aren’t available all year long, I splurged on a box of six truffles from their new collection.  I had a few later that evening, and let me tell you, SOOOOOOO delicious.

Since we’d seen pretty much all we wanted to see at the center, we made our way out to the truck, and then up the street to NorthBound Leather.  Now, I’ve been reading about this place and drooling over their website for YEARS, and finally I was actually going there to check it out.  Padme and I were both beside ourselves with excitement.

Really it was everything I expected it to be, and more.  That earthy leather smell never fails to give me tingles, and the outfits…totally exquisite.  It took every ounce of will power I had to look through everything and not spend every dime I had.  I drooled over this dress, but I didn’t even try it on for fear I wouldn’t have been able to leave there without it.  There were boots and collars and all manner of fetish gear and toys.  If I ever win the lottery, I think I’ll go back there and just purchase one of everything, LOL, it’s that amazing!  I’m thinking I’ll have to take Varick there and talk him into buying a pair of leather pants.  Mmmmmm…

We managed to drag ourselves out of there, however reluctantly, without crippling our bank accounts.  There were a couple of other adult/fet wear shops nearby, so we decided to take a look around before we headed to Queen St for lunch.  I found a long, black PVC skirt, with slits up both sides, which I decided to pick up for future nights at Goodhandy’s.  It looks pretty hot on me, I must say :P  Perhaps I’ll get around to taking some photos for posting here sometime soon.

Padme picked up some more stockings (you would not believe how many different nylons and stockings that girl has, seriously) although she was still on the hunt for a new skirt or something similar to wear out that evening.

We left Yonge St and made our way over to the ’shopping district’ of Queen St. W.  On our way we cruised past Much Music, which was setting up for the MMVA’s.  The street was an absolute zoo, and I was relieved that our destination was quite a bit west of there.  We found parking near to Banu, which is where we planned to have lunch.

It’s a really sleek little place.  Trendy couch-type chairs to relax on, and tables tiled with small turquoise squares.

Padme and I both ordered vodka, 2 oz each, on the rocks.  She had the Stolichnaya Elit (Russian) and I had Zubrowka Bison Grass vodka (Polish).  We were also brought a bowl of seasoned pistachios, which helped tide us over until our food arrived.

I’ve never been keen on drinking spirits straight up, so that was an experience in itself.  Had it not been such fine vodka I doubt I could have managed it without gagging, LOL.  At any rate, it was satisfying to cross yet another item off the bucket list:

263. Do Vodka shots at Banu

And that wasn’t all!  For lunch Padme ordered Joujeh (grilled chicken wings in a saffron citrus marinade) and I ordered Zaban (braised cow tongue in a tomato saffron sauce) followed by Dom balan (‘Urban Oysters’, lamb testicles marinated in vodka) for us to share.  Scroll over the photos to see what they are in case you’re not sure.

The beef tongue sandwich was really tasty.  The tongue was done perfectly, juicy and tender, and it went so well with the pickle chutney on the side.  Padme even tried a nibble and agreed that it was delicious.  Her chicken wings were fantastic, and I think should I ever go back to Banu, that’s exactly what I would order.  She let me try one and it was seasoned so perfectly and grilled just right.  Yum!

When the lamb testicles arrived, I was excited to try them.  They were surprisingly soft, easily cut with the side of a fork, with a very mild flavour.  I suppose you could compare it to liver, except not disgusting.

47. Eat something really bizarre (like animal testicles)

I think I’d even go so far as ordering these again, particularly if I was in the company of someone else who wanted to try them, but who didn’t want to commit to have to eating them all.  Padme tried a bite, but wasn’t exactly enamoured with them.

We debated ordering a hooka while we were there, but decided against it since we still had shopping to get done and we wanted to leave ourselves lots of time to get ready for Goodhandy’s later that evening.  The chef had never cooked the cow tongue before, and I praised him highly on it, which apparently paid off because he’d omitted it from the bill (or perhaps it had been an accident).

Our bellies full, we strolled up Queen St. and visited a few shops.  Padme found a VERY sexy, short PVC skirt at MissBehav’N.  I was so glad she found something because I know she’d been itching for a new skirt.  It looked fabulous on her, and she’d brought a little white top that ties in the front, to go with it.

We also stopped at Come As You Are, and browsed their impressive collection of toys and books.  Honestly I could have come home with dozens of books, I saw so many that I wanted, but I managed to restrain myself, somehow.

358. Spend a day shopping on Queen Street W in Toronto

Dufflet Pastry was our last stop of the day.  I wanted to take home a treat for Jack, to thank him for watching the kids for the weekend so that I could go out.  I picked up a baby truffle for me, and a blueberry buttermilk euro tart for him.

267. Take home a pastry from Dufflet

Padme picked out a coconut cream tart, and then off we went.  Our hotel was nice and close to the club, and we checked in with plenty of time to get ready, which was good, since it had been a hot day and we both felt like having a shower before going out.

We had some coffee, and then each of us had a shower.  I debated back and forth about what to wear, and we got into the vodka and gin we brought with us.  We were really excited about going out for the night and partying.  I was well on my way to drunk by the time we left the hotel.  I was wearing a very short, very see-through, bright pink and black tutu, and a black tank top.  I was carrying a riding crop, and giggling maniacally.  Padme said I fairly sprinted across the lobby, laughing my fool head off the entire way, and