I hate it when he makes me ask.

“Ask, my pet”

I don’t want to.  I’d much rather be told what to do, than to have to articulate to him what I want.

“Perhaps I should stop?” he asks, before licking one of my nipples.  I groan and my back arches.  His fingers stop, although he doesn’t pull them away.

“No…” I whine in protest.  He’s terribly cruel.

“Well then, ask for it”

My resistance is cracking, just as it always does when we get to this point.  He resumes touching me, until I can’t stand it any longer.

“Please may I have an orgasm my Lord?” I manage to whimper very quietly, half-burying my face against his chest, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“Look at me”

I feel so awkward, that for a moment I consider refusing, but that tone in his voice makes it clear that there is no room for negotiations.  It’s a struggle to focus long enough to look at him.  He watches me intently.

“Ask again”

“Please may I have an orgasm my Lord?” I repeat, louder, although I look away before all of the words are out of my mouth.

My efforts, however imperfect, are passable, this time.

He allows me my reward.  I come for him in great, shuddering, waves.

“Good girl” he murmurs, running his hand down my back while I curl up against him, my discomfort forgotten.

I can’t see his face, but I’m certain he’s smiling quite smugly while he rests his chin against my forehead.

“Next time, I’ll make you beg for it”

• Metal shoehorns will leave bruises with hardly any effort at all

• People get kind of excited when you serve Cornish hens and leave them whole.  Like “We get a WHOLE bird?  Each?”

• Kolach, while the most beautiful of breads, is less like bread and more like a giant pretzel

• Even candles that are 100% paraffin wax are sometimes still too hot for wax play

• You have to start really early in the morning to watch all six Star Wars movies in one day

• If you push hard enough on a Wartenberg wheel, it will totally draw blood

• My kids know that babies come out of the vagina, but have no idea what butter is

As you can see, we had no shortage of fun around here.

Our Ukrainian Christmas celebration on Friday night was a wonderful success.  Nia and Muse were able to join us for dinner, and the five of us enjoyed the meal at a leisurely pace.  The kutia, although kind of strange looking, was really tasty.

Making traditional Ukrainian Christmas bread was probably my favorite part of all the preparation, and it allowed me to cross something off of my list.

109. Bake homemade bread

It turned out beautifully, and although it does take a bit of time, making bread from scratch without any assistance is really satisfying.

Unfortunately, we didn’t get around to making fudge over the weekend, but there is always this coming weekend.  We were short on both time and snow, but it’s not the end of the world.

On Saturday morning I got up and left Jack to sleep in.  After feeding the kids and the dogs, I made coffee for Aiden and myself and took it down to his room to wake him.  He’s generally not much for mornings, so I crawled into bed beside him for a cuddle, and tried my best to suppress my obnoxious “IT’S MORNING!!! THIS IS THE BEST TIME OF DAY EVAR!” attitude.

We snuggled, and then we started kissing.  We hadn’t seen each other all week, and due to having company and dinner the night before, we hadn’t really spent any time alone together.  Aiden normally doesn’t wake up “in the mood” so I was kind of surprised, in the best sort of way, when kissing led to him pulling my pajamas off while I stroked his cock under the covers.

I took him in my mouth for a few moments while his fingers were between my thighs.  His cock was incredibly hard, and I was aching for it, so I begged him to fuck me.

When he slid into my pussy my breath caught in my throat.  I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer, so that his pubic bone was rubbing against my clit with each thrust.

It felt like we hadn’t been together in ages.  Everything but our panting, and the feel of his skin on mine just sort of faded into the background.

I bit down on his shoulder to keep from whimpering too loudly while he fucked me, until he groaned into my ear and I felt his cock twitch in my pussy while he came.

We cuddled a while longer, and drank our coffee, and then got up and put some clothes on before heading upstairs.  Jack got up too and I made breakfast, and we all ate together before Aiden and I headed out to run some errands.

While we were out we got Aiden’s passport photos done and then we stopped at this weird little store in search of a curved barbell for his PA piercing, which we found.  We also found a set of metal thumbcuffs there, which Aiden decided he should have, LOL.  We haven’t had a chance to try them yet, but I’m looking forward to it.

In the afternoon we all settled in to watch the Star Wars movies.  Unfortunately we started way too late in the day to watch all six of them.  The kids were up for the first two, and then they went to bed.  Aiden and I watched the third one with Jack and then we begged off to play a little before bed.

There was flogging and then a little strapping and then a lovely massage followed by a bit of wax play that unfortunately had to end quite prematurely as these are really not suitable for such applications.

After he had scraped off the worst of the wax with a knife, I had a quick shower and then returned to his room for snuggling and a bit of fooling around that ended with him coming on my face.  As tempted as I was to shower for a THIRD time that day, I was tired, and so excused myself to wash my face and then we cuddled up in bed and went to sleep.

Sunday morning came far too early.  I got up before either Jack or Aiden, fed children and hounds, and then made coffee and went back downstairs.  Aiden and I cuddled a little and then drank our coffee and got up for the day.

Breakfast was made once Jack was up, and then we watched Mantracker (such a good show!) before Aiden and I planned to leave for his place.

When we got into town we went to his place, and I tried to coax Tank to eat one of the mice that is currently living with him.  Stubborn little shit wouldn’t eat though, even as I herded the mice towards him and they crawled over his head.  I really do need to remember to take my camera one of these days to get some pictures of him.  Apparently at some point yesterday he killed one of the mice but didn’t even eat it.  He’s kind of a strange snake.

Aiden called his mom and she invited us over for dinner, and since we hadn’t really made any firm plans yet, we went over and had chili (it was delicious) and visited for almost three hours.

Then we picked up some groceries, and went back to his house to hang out until I had to leave.  I changed his PA jewelry for him, and this barbell isn’t really the answer, but it will do until something more suitable can be found.  Then we crawled into bed and cuddled, which somehow led to him fucking me with something like this until I thought I might make a terrible mess all over his bed.  Unfortunately being too concerned about the mess prevented that from happening, but I did have such an intense orgasm that my abdominal muscles were sore the next day.  After I had recovered, I sucked his cock until he came in my mouth, and then we cuddled for a few more minutes until I had to go.

All in all it was a really good weekend.  I’m looking forward to this coming weekend as well, since Aiden and I are going to a play party, and I have plans with friends, and Jack and I are going out on Sunday to celebrate our 8th wedding anniversary.

It’s difficult to believe that January is already almost half over!

Not that I’m complaining Karma Gods.  Please don’t kick me in the ass for appearing ungrateful.

Between spending time with Jack, the kids, Aiden, the dogs, and trying to get a bunch of things done around the house, I have had zero motivation and very little time for much else.

Last weekend, for example, I’d planned out a big long list of all the things I was going to get done.  Blogging was on there, right between “Clean the den” and “Pick up dog shit”.

Friday afternoon rolls around and Jack calls me from work, asking if I would be alright with him going to a football game that night.  I say go right ahead, no problem at all.  Then Aiden and I get talking on MSN and I make a comment about Jack being out for the evening, and as one of my super powers is being obvious, he picks up the cue and asks if I want some company.

Before I say “Get over here, and don’t bother bringing any pants” I call Jack to clear it with him.  He says that unfortunately his friend can’t go to the game after all, so he’s just going to come home and sit in front of the big screen to watch it.  He also says that if Aiden wants to come over to amuse me, that’s even better because it will keep me from trying to distract him all night, LOL.

So Aiden comes over, and in about 5 seconds the kids discover that if they jump on him, he will play with them.  I don’t think they gave him a moments peace until they went to bed.  He was an exceptionally good sport about it, and kept them entertained while I made dinner.

After the rugrats had thoroughly worn Aiden out, and eaten their supper, Jack and I sent to them to bed.  I decided to have a really quick shower, and then we all sat in the living room and chatted while watching Kenny VS Spenny.

Eventually Jack went downstairs to watch football, while Aiden and I cuddled up on the couch and flipped through whatever was on.  We watched some Trailer Park Boys, which made me miss V, as nobody else seems to share our weird love for that show.

I don’t remember exactly how it began, but at some point Aiden started smacking me between the legs with his hand.  I was laying with my head on the opposite end of the couch, and he was sitting between my knees.  He forced my thighs apart and spanked my girly bits.  Eventually my pants were pulled down and every time he slapped me I’d try to glue my knees together, only to have him push them apart and slap me again, increasingly harder, until I didn’t think I could stand it.

While he was wedging his hands between my knees, which I’d just closed for the 80th time I’m sure, I finally said “Every time you do that I keep hoping you’re not going to smack me again” and so after another sound smacking or two, he stopped and ran his fingers over my pussy, which was slick to the touch.

“You like that, don’t you” he said with a smirk, while I panted and wriggled.  Then he got up, drug my ass to the edge of the couch, and knelt between my legs.  Aiden can do amazing things with that tongue of his.  Despite my aversion to oral sex, I let him lick me, although I doubt he would have accepted a “No” from me at that point anyway.

Later on I returned the favour and made him come with my mouth and hands.  Then I cuddled with him until he was just about asleep, before excusing myself and going to bed with Jack.

Saturday Aiden had planned to catch a movie with a friend and then come back to our place later that evening.  Jack and I were going to go grocery shopping and a few other things around the house.  As it were, none of us felt very energetic.  The kids played with Aiden, Jack and I made a grocery list, and then Jack offered to take the kids shopping with him, leaving Aiden and I alone for a few hours.  It was so sweet of him to offer, so I helped him get the kiddos rounded up and off they went.

The weekend before I had somehow lost my debit card, and Jack had been reminding me to get it replaced all week, which I had neglected to do, so no sooner were they out the door than Aiden demanded I get dressed because we were going to get a replacement card.  I tried to argue but he wouldn’t hear it, so I grudgingly got out of my PJ’s (he wouldn’t even let me shower first) and we went to the bank.  They replaced my card and as it were Aiden needed to pick up a couple of things, so we did a bit of shopping before going back to my house.

We stripped off and had a hot shower together.  Then we crawled into his bed with the intention of napping, which as you can imagine, isn’t really what happened.  Instead he pushed me onto my hands and knees and fucked me good and hard, from behind.

Jack called when they were on their way home, so that Aiden and I could sort ourselves out and get dressed.  It was already supper time, so I threw some steaks on the BBQ and we all sat down together to eat.  Afterwards I cleaned up and then began preparing things in advance for brunch the next day.  I had invited Nia and her new boyfriend over so that I could meet him and she could meet Aiden.

The kids got tucked in and then Jack and Aiden watched some TV while I cut up some fruit and figured out what to serve everyone.

When it was time for bed, I went downstairs with Aiden to cuddle him a little before he fell asleep.  I really should know better however, because whenever I am in close proximity to his naked cock, I have this urge to put it in my mouth.

We ended up in the 69 position, with him on top, fucking my mouth while he licked my pussy.  I groaned around his cock, as he thrust it down my throat.  It was actually really hot, which is surprising, since I don’t normally like 69ing at all.

Little did we know that Jack had heard me moaning and had come down to listen at the door and jerk off to the sound of us.

Aiden orgasmed first, spilling come down my throat, but never taking his mouth off of my clit.  He spent another minute or two licking me, and then coaxed me to come for him with his fingers.

Jack looked quite pleased when I joined him upstairs in our bed sometime afterwards.  I teased him good-naturedly about being a pervert, and then we curled up and went to sleep.

Sunday morning came far too early.  I had to run to the grocery store to pick up a few additional things for brunch, and Aiden wanted to get some new pants, so I left Jack to sleep in, put the dogs out, and then woke up Aiden.  No, waking him up did not involve his cock in my mouth, which is kind of sad, but there really wasn’t time for that.

We got dressed and I fed the kids before we left for our little shopping expedition.  Groceries were purchased, and then we went to the mall.  It wasn’t open yet, but I needed to stop by my place of employment anyway, which is right there, so I could pick up a copy of the schedule and find out when the next staff meeting was.

The stores began to open and I helped Aiden pick out some jeans to try on.  Ok, more like he just stood there and I picked out jeans and then sent him to try them on.  After half a dozen pairs were rejected, we agreed on a pair and then found him a new shirt to go with, before heading back to my place.

Jack was due to leave for a work function, so I saw him off and then started on brunch.  Nia and her boyfriend arrived, and let me tell you, he’s a really wonderful guy.  I’m so, SO happy for her, for both of them really.  You can just tell how into each other they are, and how much they love being together.  It’s awesome.

We had waffles and tons of fruit and sausages and potato pancakes together, and talked and talked.  Everyone seemed to hit it off really well with each other, which is excellent.

While we were digesting we watched funny stuff on youtube and played with the kiddos, who seem to feel that more adults automatically means more people to play with!

Nia and her boyfriend had to go around mid-afternoon, although she promised the kids she would be back to play later that evening while Aiden and I went to the greyhound kennel to help with the dogs. They missed her a lot over the summer, so naturally it was difficult to get a word in edgewise over all of the things they wanted to tell her and show her.

We cleaned up and then hung out until supper time. Nia showed up at the appointed time, and then Aiden and I left for the kennel. There were 10 fewer dogs than the weekend prior, so the noise level was slightly lower, but it still took us an hour and a half to turn everyone out and clean cages. We’re getting a sort of routine down where we let them out and then I take them out to the run while he checks blankets and takes out their empty bowls. When they come back in, he gets them back into their crates while I let the next set out. Efficiency, we haz it.

By the time we got home and said goodbye to Nia, we were ready to go straight to bed. Aiden had to be up for 4am to go to work in the morning (damn that long drive back to where he lives) so I set the alarm and got the dogs settled down. As they usually sleep in the master bedroom with Jack and I they were a little confused when I put their blankets down in the basement bedroom where Aiden generally sleeps.

When the alarm went off, Aiden got up and got ready for work. I saw him off and then took the dogs up to our room and went back to sleep until 7am when I had to get ready for work myself.

He hadn’t originally planned to stay over Sunday night, or Monday night for that matter, but he came back to my place after he was done work and fell asleep on the couch while I made dinner.

After we ate and eventually got kids off to bed, I made him a lunch for work the next day and then we went to bed as well. Even though we were both really tired, we started fooling around. He grabbed me by the hair and pushed my mouth down on his cock, until he hit the back of my throat. I sucked his cock until he demanded that I fetch a condom so that he could fuck me (which I did, being such an obedient thing LOL).

He settled himself between my thighs and then slid into me gradually. He fucked me like that, while I left claw marks down his back, before flipping me over onto my knees and pushing his cock into me from behind.

“You should really get some sleep” I objected half-heartedly while he began thrusting against me.

“I don’t want to sleep. I just want to fuck this nice pussy” he growled, grabbing me by the hips and burying his length in me. All I could do was groan into my pillow. He took my hand and demanded that I rub my clit while he pounded me. In practically no time I was coming, begging him to fuck me harder.

After I’d finished, he asked if I wanted some more, but my brain had completely lost the ability to make my mouth form words. I think I might have made some kind of noise. He stretched out beside me and we cuddled until I regained control of my senses.

“If you want to go again, we’re going to need another condom” he said when I brushed my hand against his cock.

“Actually, I want you to finish in my mouth” I replied, to his surprise (and I’m sure delight). I stroked him until he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed me down to take him in my mouth.

“Can I have a pony?” I asked cheekily, during a pause so I could catch my breath (which I tend to hold, due to the fact that there is a great big cock blocking my airway).

“Yesssss” he hissed, lifting his hips to meet my fingers.

“How about TWO ponies?”

“No” and then he shoved his cock back into my mouth to halt any other requests I might have come up with just then.

I do so love it when he gets rough about it.

He came, with a gutteral sort of moan, and then there was cuddling, quickly followed by sleep.

When he left for work at this-is-mental o’clock, we kissed and hugged and he said he would see me on Friday, which seemed ages away just then.

Fortunately he just can’t seem to stay away and ended up back here on Thursday evening

Once we were back at his place he set about attaching the new pieces of chain to his bed (I just handed him stuff) and then ordered me to strip.  I did as I was told, and then laid there cooperatively while he cuffed my wrists and ankles.  I only struggled a little while he clipped them to the chains (in my defence he was also biting me just then).  After he was satisfied that I wasn’t going anywhere he surprised me with a package of clothespins.  Oh goody.  He also got out the Wartenberg wheel, which I’d tossed into my toolbox without much thought, AND THEN foolishly told him “You can have that one, I have two”.  Unfortunately it’s one of his most favorite toys.

He spent well over an hour attaching clothespins to various parts of me, gauging my reaction to having them pinch skin in different areas.  Usually he would illicit at least a sharp intake of breath, if not a wriggle, or a yelp.  Just when a particular pin would begin to burn so badly that I began contemplating calling yellow, he would move it somewhere else.  The blood rushing back into the formerly compressed bits of flesh was more painful than the application.  He took great delight in flicking the ends of the clothespins while they were latched on to my sensitive areas.  I’m sure he was enjoyed all the gasping and whimpering I did.  He used the wheel to make me squirm and pull against the chains.

Eventually he removed all of the pins, one by one, very slowly, taking his time.  When he was finished I could only lay there for some moments, panting and feeling utterly lightheaded.  After he unchained me I had a quick shower and we got ourselves sorted out in preparation for going to the greyhound kennel, as I was due to volunteer that evening and he agreed to go along with me and help out with the dogs.

It was quite a drive, but I don’t mind long stretches in the car, and it gives one plenty of time for talking.  We arrived at the kennel a little early, as there are currently twice as many dogs than I usually deal with, so I wanted extra time to get them all outside and back in and bedded down for the night.

It was deafening walking in there with 40+ dogs barking like mad.  Aiden and I were both wishing that we’d brought earplugs, but we got to it and eventually they mostly quieted down.  Aiden isn’t nearly as animal-crazy as I am, but he had to admit that some of the hounds were really cute, and that he’d take one home if he could.

We let the dogs out in 2′s, and cleaned cages and picked up bowls and replaced blankets while they did their thing in the yard.  I had mostly asked him to come with me because I enjoy the company, and I wasn’t really expecting/demanding that he help me, but he did anyway.  It was good to have help, as it would have likely taken me three hours to do it all myself.  We were there over two hours as it was, and by the time we finished it was dark out.

Since my place was sort of on the way, we decided to stop in and say hi to Jack, so that he and Aiden could meet.  We hung out for a while, I made hamburgers since all of us were feeling peckish.  It seemed to go pretty well, even though neither of them were particularly talkative.  Eventually Jack decided that he was exhausted and wanted to get some sleep.  Aiden and I bid him a goodnight and drove back to his place.  It was somewhere around 3am or so by the time we got into bed.  I set my alarm and then fell asleep almost immediately.

I woke up a few minutes before my alarm in the morning.  This seems to have become a regular thing for me.  I set my alarm and my internal clock wakes me just before it goes off.  Aiden was still sleeping, so I shut off my phone before it went off and then snuggled up against him again.  An hour later we finally got up and had a shower together, but not before I sort of ‘accidentally’ left two rather large hickeys on his neck.  Mostly because I knew that his friends would tease him about it, and he’d already sentenced me to at least a week of not wearing any tank tops due to the bite marks.

He made me eggs for breakfast and we cuddled on his couch for a while after.  Then he decided we should go visit his mum and dad, who live very nearby.  As I mentioned in this post, I’ve never been introduced to the parents of any of my poly partners before, so I was kind of angsty over the idea.  Still, I was really quite excited that Aiden wanted me to meet them.  He asked me if I would mind taking off my wedding band, at least for the first meeting, so that he didn’t have to get into an explanation just then.  I didn’t mind, as I understand how it is with parents, and I’d rather not be around for that conversation when he eventually tells them the truth.

His parents are really nice people.  I especially like his mum.  We had coffee, and she gave us chocolate cake, NOM.  I did notice her looking at his neck a couple of times when we first got there, which made me cringe a little, but she didn’t say anything.

Aiden didn’t act any differently towards me at his parents either.  When we sat down in the living room he put his arm around me.  His mom and I ganged up on him a little and gave him a rough time, playfully of course.  When we got talking about some renovations he wants to do in his place and I volunteered to bring my tile saw and help him out, she seemed pleased.  I wanted to make a good impression, and I feel like I did.

We stayed and visited for a couple of hours, and then Aiden said he wanted to make me dinner but that we needed to go grocery shopping first.  His mum gave me a hug when we left, which is usually a good sign, and then off we went to do some shopping.

After picking up supplies for dinner we went back to his place and got started.  I don’t usually like cooking in other people’s kitchens, but it was fun.  It was also dinner time for his corn snake, who was waiting impatiently for his dead rats.  I really like reptiles so Aiden let me hold him while he gave his cage a quick cleaning and then he had his dinner.  Maybe I’ll have to actually remember to take a picture of him next time I’m there, he’s really pretty, even though I saw him just before a shed, so his colors were kind of dull.

After we’d finished our dinner, which turned out very tasty, I said that I should probably get ready to go.  Then I nibbled on his ear which apparently meant for him to push me into his bed and bite me all over, LOL.  Eventually, although very reluctantly, I managed to escape and he walked me out to the Nitro.

I talked to him later that evening online, to let him know that I’d made it home ok.

“My mom just called 5 minutes ago.  You’ll never guess what she wanted, LOL”

“Do tell!”

“To tell me that she thought you were pretty awesome.  She was like ‘That girl is cool.  She’s independent, and personable, and she does housework!‘ LOL”

So, go me!  Apparently she also told him that he should keep me, which hopefully he will, at least for the foreseeable future

All in all it was a really great weekend, and it was a nice break after the chaos of our trip and the beginning of a new school year.

Last night Aiden came out for the kink much and afterwards helped me cross something off of my list:

330. Have sex in the back of our Nitro

That story, however, will have to wait for another day.

While I ended up having to cancel my date with Kade on Saturday night, I did get to spend almost nine hours with Aiden on Friday night.

He arrived at my place just in time for us to head over to the drive-in theatre, to watch the new Harry Potter movie together. We’d been planning out movie date for a week, and in the days leading up to this outing, somehow we ended up making a little wager with each other. I think it started when he was threatening to tease me during our date (which he did!) and then I said something about how he could tease all he wanted but he’d never make me beg.

Well apparently that became a personal challenge. After some friendly back-and-forth about it, he insisted that he could indeed induce me to begging, while I maintained that he couldn’t possibly manage it. To make it even more interesting, we agreed that if I won, I got to have him for the September long weekend, for whatever purposes I wanted. If he won, I would have to play sexy maid at his apartment, followed by 69ing (which I don’t hate, I just fine it terribly distracting). Yes, I know that either way neither of us was really going to ‘lose’ per sae, but it was all in fun anyway.

We made it to the drive-in and found a spot. I’d pulled all but the front seats out of my van and then filled the back with blankets and a giant pillow. We got some popcorn at the snack bar and Aiden got a green slurpie (green is apparently his favourite flavour, as he nearly throttled me over a green sucker at Tease). I had initially parked with the front of the vehicle facing the screen, and then about 20 minutes into the movie I started thinking “This is stupid because we can’t cuddle and what was the purpose of all that stuff in the back?” So I turned around, we opened the back hatch of the van, and curled up together under the blankets.

I really enjoyed the cuddling and stroking and nuzzling. The movie was ok (no spoilers, I promise) but I think after having read the books, watching the movies are always going to be something of a let-down. They added things that weren’t even in the book, and removed some parts that I felt were kind of important to the story. It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t great either.

As the credits rolled we started making out, and then there was debate about staying for the second movie (The Hangover). We decided that we probably weren’t going to actually watch the movie anyway, so we left and headed back to my place. Jack and the kids and the dogs were already in bed, so we were on our own. We grabbed coffee (he’s an addict like I am) at Tim’s and then quietly let ourselves in. Rather than heading straight to the spare room in the basement (which Jack and I have decided will now serve as a ‘dungeon’ of sorts) we cuddled on the couch together and talked and made jokes and generally enjoyed each other’s company. I think we stayed there for nearly two hours, even though time seems to pass so quickly when I’m with him. I teased him about losing the bet, even though I know he didn’t even try. He felt like he should let me actually watch the movie, and the prospect of spending the long weekend with me is apparently rather appealing.

At around 2am we headed down to the basement, which I’d made sure to get set up earlier that day. The bed frame down there is lovely for bondage, and it’s far enough from the rest of the bedrooms (on the second floor) that sound doesn’t carry upstairs.

I stretched out on the bed, while he looked over the toys I’d laid out. After he’d fastened on my cuffs, he stripped me naked and then tested out a few of the toys on my rear and back. I’d selected mostly toys I like, but I put in a few that I love to hate as well, just to make it interesting.

Before he really got down to it, he clipped my cuffs to the quick-links I’d set up for that very purpose, and then ran his hands down the length of my body. I think at some point near the beginning he bit me a couple of times, hard enough to leave purple bruises on my skin in the days after. I inhaled sharply every time I felt his teeth on me. There’s something so raw and primal about it.

After that everything gets fuzzy. We played for over an hour. He cropped, paddled, flogged, strapped, spanked, and whipped me. I know at one point he was holding onto the back of my neck while he was working on my upper body, and even though he was just making sure that he didn’t hit me too high, I really loved the sensation of being held down like that. Yum!

He also had a lot of fun with the wheel, which is one of those things that I hate, but that some part of me seems to want to play with anyway. He seemed particularly pleased when he could get me to wriggle around excessively. It was a really wonderful scene. While I’ve played with more experienced Tops (he’s still really new) I don’t usually get to play with anyone that I have an intimate relationship with, which for me adds A LOT to the experience. BDSM is like foreplay for me. While I can do a scene with someone casually, that I’m not involved with emotionally or sexually, I don’t enjoy it the same way. His inexperience didn’t show at any rate, and I thoroughly enjoyed all aspects of the scene, particularly when he would fuck with me a little by rubbing my backside with one toy and then hitting me with another. Every time he rattled that horrid little wheel I would get all twitchy. At one point I thought perhaps he was taking off his belt to smack me with it, but no such luck! I don’t think he knows about my little fetish for belts…

By the time he rolled me onto my back to play with my front side, I was totally subbed out. He remarked later that he’d asked me a couple of questions during the scene and I hadn’t responded. Generally I have a difficult time talking, and even when someone asks me what color I am (referring to the green/yellow/red safeword system) they normally have to repeat the question. My brain loses the power to form words unless I’m being prodded for an answer.

While I was laying on my back he stripped off his own clothes, followed by kissing and more biting (God bless that man). He nibbled the insides of my thighs and then blew cool breath over my girl bits, which were slick from being turned on for sooooo long. I thought he was going to lick me, but I think he was determined to torture me at least a little bit. Such a cruel tease!

Then he flipped me back onto my front, or more specifically onto my hands and knees, and pushed his cock into my pussy. One of my favourite positions ever, because it lends itself so well to hair pulling (which he did, much to my delight) and biting and being held down by the back of my neck. Mmmmmmm.

Let me tell you, that man makes some hot noises while he’s giving it to a girl. You all know how I dislike it when a guy is too quiet, or worst of all silent! Every time he groaned into my ear I got tingly. So, so hot.

We must have kept at it for ages.  Eventually he came, grunting above me, before we collapsed together on the bed.

“I should go soon” he said sleepily, while I curled up against him.

Instead we ended up spooning and dozing for an hour, before his watch began beeping at around 5am.  Reluctantly we got up, he got dressed, I wrapped myself up in a blanket, and we drug ourselves upstairs.

We said goodbye, I told him to drive safely, and then we kissed before he left.  I went up to bed and crawled in with Jack, just as the sun was waking up. 

It’s too bad that I didn’t get to see him again before we left, but I’m so glad that we got to hang out that night.  Plus I have the September long weekend to look forward to.  I have a whole month to scheme up plans for what I’m going to do with him

Unfortunately, Jack is really NOT into Ice Cube, at all.  After some debate back and forth over going, he suggested that I go with Kade, since he didn’t feel like joining me.  I felt torn, as it was his birthday, but he insisted he would be fine if I was going out.

Kade wasn’t inclined to go.  It was too short notice for him, and his anxiety doesn’t really permit him to be spontaneous.  He’s also never been to a concert and the idea of crowds scares him a little.  I was disappointed that he didn’t want to go with me, and then I thought, why not as Aiden?

He and I had been talking back a forth a little since Tease, and so  I sent him a message on FetLife and after a brief exchange he agreed to go with me.  Even though we had sex a Tease the once, we hadn’t really talked about it much, nor did I invite him out with an expectations of it being a date or even more than just pals going to a concert.

We met outside of Toronto the following evening at the appointed hour.  I drove us into the city, since there was no point in taking two cars, and while most people hate driving there I actually kind of like it.  We got to the Sound Academy with time to spare, and picked up the tickets at the desk.  Inside we looked around for a few minutes before going out back to the pier.  All during the time we were together the conversation just flowed easily, it wasn’t awkward.  We joked around a lot and swapped stories on all manner of topics.

At some point we ended up discussing what had happened at Tease and how we felt about what had gone on.  I had to laugh when he admitted that on the second night he slept in my tent, he had expected to come inside and find me fucking someone else.  He had come back to camp after I was already in bed, and wasn’t really certain where I was until one of my camp-mates said “She’s in the tent already, go on in”.

Over the course of the discussion it became more or less clear that we were both into each other, and that neither of us really wanted what happened at Tease to be a one-time thing.  He grabbed my bum a couple of times, and then his arm was around me, and we were practically attached at the hip for the rest of the evening.

The opening artist was pretty awful, but Ice Cube was good.  I mean ‘Gangsta Rap’ isn’t my favorite genre, but I was in good company, so I didn’t care.  We went out on the pier again after it was dark and watched some of the boats passing by.  There was a little kissing, but for the most part we behaved.

After the concert we grabbed a cup of coffee and drove back to where his car was parked.  We sat there and drank our coffee and talked some more.  The more I talk to him the more I really like him.  He makes me laugh, and he’s really thoughtful, and always shows a genuine interest in anything I happen to be talking about.  I can always tell when someone is actually listening and engaged in the conversation, and lack of interest is high on my list of irritants.  I mean it’s ok if you don’t care what I’m saying, but at least be honest, don’t just glaze over and pretend you’re listening.

I could keep recounting bits of our conversation but I know you’ve only read this far because you want to know if we fucked again, and I would hate to keep you waiting any longer

There was some discussion on how best to get down with our bad selves, as my van had the back bench seat out, BUT there was camping gear back there.  His car, aside from being tiny (and he being the size of a gangley sasquatch) was also a mess.  At first it seemed impossible, which didn’t stop us from making out, which in turn led to his hand up my shirt while he bit my neck.  Mmmmmmmmmm…

Oh right.  The story.

Anyway, he had pushed my bra aside and was licking and pinching and sucking my nipples when I announced that trying to manage this in the front seat just would NOT do.  I pulled my shirt back down, jumped out of the van, opened the hatch and started firing tent poles and folding camp chairs into the center seat.  When the back was cleaned out I put down a blanket and we stretched out beside each other to finish what he had started

We kissed some more, and then he pulled off my shirt and started in on my breasts again.  I knew he was going to tease me, and make me wait, because he’d already said as much.  After he pulled off my shorts he would only gingerly brush the insides of my thighs, and the mound of my pussy, which made me absolutely crazy.  He pulled off his shirt and then began gently biting my breasts, my stomach, my inner thighs… There is something about teeth on my flesh that thrills me.  I wanted him to bite me harder but I don’t think I could have articulated anything close to that in the moment.  I could only lay there, gasping, until he asked me if I wanted him to take his pants off, when I think I managed to croak out a “Yes”.

Then my hand was on his cock, and he was rubbing my clit, and I couldn’t think of anything except for having him inside of me.  Fortunately he didn’t make we wait very long.  He slid into me, still rubbing my clit, and then he began thrusting, bracing himself with one hand against the cup-holders.

We fucked for quite a while.  Long enough that my legs felt shaky and my throat was dry from groaning and whimpering.  I had been SO turned on for such a long time that I actually found it nearly impossible to have an orgasm.  I am not certain why this happens, but if I stay horny for too long (we’re talking a few hours) without coming, it becomes extremely difficult to manage it.  I mean it’s like being right on the brink for ages, but not quite being able to make it over the edge.

Fortunately neither of us like to give up easily and eventually I did come, in great shuddering waves, while he fucked me as though the end of the world was upon us.  I couldn’t stop trembling afterwards.  He sat back, still on his knees, and I collected myself and got up, my legs still around him and rested my head against his chest for a moment or two.  Eventually we had to sort ourselves out and put our clothes back on, although at that moment I would have preferred to cuddle up and fall asleep with him.

Alas, it was 3am and we were both exhausted.  We kissed goodbye and drove our separate ways.  By the time I crawled into bed with Jack it was after 4 in the morning.  Fortunately he let me sleep in the next day.

Aiden and I have plans to go to the drive-in this Friday night to see the new Harry Potter movie.  We’ve discussed a few other activities we’d like to get up to as well, of the more lascivious type, but you’ll have to wait to find out what those are.

*Title Courtesy Of My Spam Folder

Friday morning at Tease dawned bright and early.  Fortunately my sore throat was nearly gone, so I was geared up and ready to go.

Most of the morning was spent watching the BDSM games, the Fox Hunt, and the Pony Games.  I won’t get into details, as I don’t want to violate the confidentiality agreement, but it was fantastic.  I think I might like very much to try pony play sometime.  I remember pretending to be a horse with my friends when we were all young and horse-crazy, and having raised horses myself for years, I know a good deal about training and behaviour.  Plus I think I’d make a very pretty pony girl

In the early afternoon I ran into a friend of mine who had just arrived.  We mainly stuck together for the rest of the day, wandering around camp, meeting new people.  Towards evening we sat down around the fire and shot the shit with some of the other campers.  As I still wasn’t feeling so hot I was debating heading to bed early when my friend (who needs a name…I think I’ll call him Aiden) and I were invited to do a scene.  Part of me really didn’t want to get naked in the chilly evening air, but the other part of me wanted to play.  You can guess which side won out

Aiden and I were cuffed together at the wrist, standing side by side, but facing opposite directions.  Then we were chained to trees by our other wrists.  It was really hot being tied to a tree like that, and it was my first scene with another bottom, which was a lot of fun.

273. Try outdoor bondage

There was a point when I was acting most unsubmissively, and one of the people I was playing with grabbed me by the throat.  Normally that is a very hard limit for me (for reasons that I don’t feel like sharing here) and about two seconds in, part of my brain was screaming “RED!  RED!” but I didn’t call the safeword.  Instead I reminded myself that I was completely safe, with people who care about me.  I was able to work past the initial fear, and then completely dropped into subspace, which was such an incredible experience.  It’s impossible to put into words what a HUGE moment that was for me.  It was the first time I think I’ve ever let anyone put their hands around my neck, aside from Jack.  It’s normally a rather serious trigger for me, and I still can’t believe that I didn’t totally freak out, but I’m so proud of myself for staying in the moment and not letting the past ruin something so wonderful.

The person in question, by the way, had no idea that it was a limit for me.  He would have never grabbed me like that had he known it could potentially upset me.

The scene was over far too soon, and after we’d had finished, we had a soak in the hot tub before bed. Since I had already grown tired of sleeping alone, I invited Aiden to sleep in my tent (in his own sleeping bag of course) and he accepted.

At first we lay awake talking for a while.  Then there was tickling and giggling and thrashing around (not sure how that got started) which led to stroking and petting.  For a moment I considered putting on the brakes, since you all know how weird I sometimes get when it comes to casual sex, but I didn’t want to say no, and what he was doing to my nipples felt soooooooo good.  I was still on an adrenalin high from the earlier scene and I’ll be honest, I just really wanted to get fucked.

The foreplay was just what I needed.  He licked and sucked my nipples while he rubbed my clit, and I’m sure I came in under ten minutes (I dunno, it could have been longer, my sense of time was not so good just then).  I’ve found that as I age, and the more orgasms I have, the longer they seem to last.  They’ve become stretched out, coming in waves rather than one short burst.  I have after-shocks now that may continue making me twitch in ecstasy for several minutes beyond the orgasm itself.  It’s quite fantastic really.

Once I’d caught my breath, still basking in the after-glow, I began ernestly stroking his cock.  He has a PA piercing, the first I’ve had a chance to play with.  He seemed to enjoy having the ring played with.  When he was good and hard I suggested we fuck, and after rounding up a condom, we were off to the races.

Unfortunately due to the required condom, I have no idea if a PA piercing does anything for me during intercourse, but the sex was really good at any rate.  Aiden is almost impossibly slender, and quite a bit taller than me, and I recall feeling his hip bones pressing into the backsides of my thighs while he thrust into me.  I also remember my hands on his shoulder blades and the way his muscles moved under my fingers.  It was hot.

After he’d come, to my memory, we fell asleep almost immediately.  At least I did.  It was far less lonely, and much easier to sleep, with another person in the bed.

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I’d rather have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all!!

Hi! I’m LD, a two letter word that is an enigma. I dance to the beat of a different drum. The sky in my world is psychedelic and filled with clouds that have a varied range of human emotion: love to hate – joy to sorrow; all the makings of a great melodramatic adventure. The thing is, this is not a soap opera, this is my reality, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

The ancient Greeks had a philosophy in regards to how they measured a mans life. It was not by who he was, where he lived, or what he accomplished.  It was measured by a very subjective criteria: did he have passion?

I have an intense passion. A love for food,wine, culture, and especially the Gods most beautiful but complex creation: Woman !! They are life’s most fascinating, beguiling , desirable, and frustrating creatures.  Like I said above, I wouldn’t want them any other way.

This combo-amorous/epicurious memoir confessional has been a longtime coming, and after numerous roadblocks, it’s here! 

Her…you know that one. That one girl, that just got under your skin.  You loved her, or at least you thought you loved her.  To this day I have no idea what the hell that was. It’s 5 yrs later and I still thinking about her…damn.  I think she or her mother put a spell on me.

We only had one date: it lasted 18 months it was the best and the worst time of my life.  Her name was Laureen Benji and I loved her.  Or like I said, I think I loved her?

To be blunt, to date she was the best sex I have ever had.  Damn…it was hot, raw, and loud. We got in trouble by the neighbors every day. At one point we moved the mattress into the living room to give us a sound barrier, but it didn’t work.  We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. At the peak of our sexcapades we did it about three to four times a day.

My fondest physical memory of her, besides her earthy Peppermint Patty sex appeal - was that she had the most beautiful ass I have ever seen.  It was perfection.  I am ass man and “It was gold Jerry! Gold!” It was healthy, round, and firm.  God we were fertile. I didn’t have to touch her – if I even looked at her wrong, we had a pregnancy scare.  It was a monthly baby lotto. She was a very stubborn girl.  She refuse to use birth control.  “It’s the guys responsibility” she used to say.  “It’s not natural to use birth control, it will screw up my natural rhythm”. The only thing that worked, weirdly enough, was going au naturel and pulling out. She hated condoms and my willy wouldn’t perform properly with a rain coat on, he would lose his get up and go.

(In retrospect this was a very stupid thing to do I regret it. Thankfully it did not have any adverse health consequences.)

Laureen and I had a bit of a whirlwind and tumultuous relationship to say the least.  We met, and 6 weeks later we shacked up, and it was an uphill struggle every day after that.  When it was good, it was great – and when it was bad, it was a train wreck. (Note to self: never date an Aquarian if you are a Pisces)

She was a carboholic, who loved breads, pasta, and Mediterranean food.  When I think of her I think of a local Med cafe called Aida’s where we ate lamb, falafel, spinach rolls, and hummus. Our best dinner date was Spanish-prepared Seafood at Tio’s on Valentine’s. Our worst date was at a Vietnamese cafe, where we ate chicken wings, veggie salad rolls, and lychee bubble tea.

I think we could have had a fighting chance if I wasn’t dating her mother and her ex-boyfriends (that is not a typo).  I did not realize at the time that she was still scarred by past dating disasters, and was still psycho-umblically attached to her mother’s every manipulative whim. Evil woman!

I should have clued in on our first date that I wasn’t in Kansas anymore, when I showed up at her place and it was packed from floor to ceiling with cardboard boxes…and plastic garbage bags.

by Edward Cantor

She lured me in with the simplest, more direct of invitations.

I was at a rather good party while not in the best of moods, so I hadn’t really gotten into the vibe of the music or the conversation. All that I had gotten convincingly into was a rather good bottle of bourbon. I was leaning against a column, off to the edge of the impromptu dance floor, letting the taste of the whisky linger in my mouth while I ogled a few of the more attractive women guests.

All of this contributed to my being in just the right mood for her proposal.

She flowed up to me, all tightly wrapped in leather, and her bright red lips formed into a dangerous smile that took over her lovely, porcelain features. I was tempted to let my eyes drift down into the soft valley of cleavage her corset top provided, but her words stopped me.

There wasn’t a hello, a “Hi, my name is…” She just said, “I want to suck your cock and make it mine.”

Well, you don’t say no to that, at least I didn’t, not with a mind softened by good liquor and pounding music. In minutes I was gone from the party, following her into her rather imposing black Escalade. Her music pounded and my eyes were on her for the duration of the short trip.

Upon entering her large home, set back from the street and accessed via a rambling pathway through the heavily wooded front yard, I wondered if she’d offer me a drink, or spend some time in the living room. She, however, stayed with the direct approach.

“Follow me,” she said over her shoulder as she started up the wide, winding stairway.

What can I say? I followed.

Her bedroom was massive and its centerpiece was a large canopy bed. The posts weren’t feminine white-painted things holding up a pretty lace canopy, but instead were large, rough wood columns, at least six inches across.

She guided me to stand before her, with my back to the bed. She kissed me hard and deep. I moved to hold her head in my hands, but she pushed them away. She slid down my body, her hands following her lips, and in seconds her fingers were at the waist of my jeans. She didn’t just open my belt, but she pulled it out of the loops with a fast, fluid motion and flung it across the room.

There was music here too, deep pounding music. Another quick pull popped open the button fly of my jeans; she tugged them down my legs. I lifted my legs with her prodding, and the jeans too were soon tossed aside.

I had my first real shock next, as she reached both hands into the opening at the front of my boxers and simply pulled her hands apart. She clearly had some impressive strength, as she tore them from me with ease. I was surprised but I was also instantly hard.

I reached to touch her again, wanting to feel my fingers in her glistening hair, a deep black with a glowing tinge of red. She pulled my hands away again, this time standing back up, keeping her grip on my wrists. “No,” she said, “I’m going to be in control.” Her eyes never left mine, but suddenly there were metal handcuffs in hands. She trapped my wrists together at the small of my back.

She was back down on her knees, and this time her mouth found my erection without hesitation, so I wasn’t about to complain. This woman knew how to use her mouth as well as her hands. She stroked as she sucked, working both my shaft and my balls – gripping them and kneading them. Her tongue circled my cockhead, working around it and under it, and I was in heaven.

I was about to burst, and I the sounds I was making were announcing that fact without words. That’s when she stopped. I gasped, and cried out in a breathy voice, “please, don’t stop.”

“Just you wait,” she said, with that smile again. “You’ll like this, and so will I.”

I wasn’t going to argue, really, but she didn’t give me the choice. A ballgag was in her grip, and seconds later in my mouth. The rubber tasted strange, and having a foreign object forced between my teeth was making me drool. “I don’t want any interruptions,” was all the explanation she offered.

She pushed me back and I fell onto the bed, with my hands trapped beneath me. She worked my cock some more with her hands, then her mouth again. I was moaning into the gag and bubbles were forming at my lips, embarrassing me, but she didn’t seem to notice.

I felt something strange, and I arched my head up to see. She was wrapping my cock and balls with these elasticized rubber straps, like medical tubing. She pulled the first around the base of my shaft and tightened it before moving on to the next, which similarly trapped my balls. I couldn’t really get a good look at them from my position, but I can only imagine how tight they must have looked. The sensation was amazing, holding me so hard, heightening my sensation beyond a point I could normally hold without cumming.

She had stopped again, and she was standing over me. She was touching me, my cock to be specific, but only with light touches – I felt only her fingernails, not even the flesh of her fingertips.

“Yessss,” she purred to herself. “You know, I don’t want to make just your cock mine. I want all of you, but I just start with the cock. Do you know what’s next?”

I was only able to mumble a wet meaningless gurgle past the gag, but I wasn’t altogether sure I wanted to know.

I wasn’t given a choice, of course. She buckled a wide leather belt around my waist and I noticed it had a steel ring right at the front. She bound one end of a length of thick rope to it, and I could tell by her ease with impressive looking knots, it wasn’t her fist time. She rolled me over, onto my stomach, and let the rope beside my trussed up package and led it up and over the canopy of her bed.

She started to pull on it and hoisted my ass into the air. With my hands still helplessly cuffed, my face was pressed against the bed, and I was growing more and more afraid of what was to come.

My cock was still throbbing, jutting out from my body, while she plastered the cold lube between my ass cheeks, making my fate more and more sure to me. She used ropes at my knees to pull my legs apart.

“Are you a virgin, pet?” she giggled, as she rammed into me, turning my ‘yes’ into a ‘no.’

God, she fucked me forever, and yes, I cried into the pillow. She would stop every 15 minutes or so, pausing to stroke my cock rock hard again, with the dildo strapped to hips still buried within me.

Eventually, the two treatments blurred into each other, and she was fucking my ass and stroking my cock at the same time. My ass ached, burned, and I felt like she was going to rip me apart – but with the sensation my cock and balls felt, being so pent up, with those damned straps holding me, I didn’t want her stop.

To my eternal shame, I came as she fucked me. I came when she did. She was fucking me so hard, driving my drooling face into the bed, like she was going to push me through it. She was stroking me, slapping at my cock and balls. When it happened for her, I could feel it as well as hear it. She drove into me with urgency, and my dear lord, she screamed at the top of her lungs.

I came like a faucet, spurting thick white cum all over her hand and her bed. I came and came and came, feeling my body push cum past the straps, feeling my body grip the rubber cock that fucked me. Dammit, it was the best orgasm I’d ever had, and I nearly passed out – I swear I saw stars.

Just as she had said, she had sucked my cock, and she’d made it hers. She made all of me hers on that bed, and I never stop thanking her for it.

by Maximilian Lagos © 2006

Alan snuck another glance at his protégée over the rim of his glasses.

He had long since given up watching her to ensure she didn’t need his help with her tasks. Lately, his admiring gaze drifted from the skillful tending of his orchids by her slender fingers and had started meandering its way up her long arms. He would catch himself appreciating the curve of Beth’s cheek, the gentle flip of her hair or, much to Alan’s shame, the swell of her breasts beneath her shirt.

Several times, Beth had caught his eye and pulled him out of his reverie with her gentle smile. Not once had she embarrassed him by pointing out that he had been staring at her for far too long or far too often. She always just smiled her shy little grin and had gone back to her flowers.

Alan always smiled and went back to work as well. There was so much to do before the Festival and even though the snow was piled up against the sides of his greenhouse, his efforts were focused on bringing the life of Spring from pots of soil. It was a big order this year, almost double last year’s, and twice the variety of blooms as well.

Beth had applied to the help wanted ad he had placed in the local college newspaper within hours of it being published. She lacked any formal training but she was a natural when it came to flowers.

Focusing back on the task at hand, Alan reached for his trowel. His thigh brushed a bottle of liquid fertilizer, spilling it on the workbench and soaking his pant leg.

Alan yelled as the fluid started to burn his thigh. As he fumbled with his belt, Beth came rushing over to help. Grabbing a nearby hose, she started soaking down his legs as his pants dropped to the floor.

“Is it still burning?” she asked.

“A bit, but it’s getting better,” Alan replied, as he kicked his waterlogged shoes and ruined pants away from his feet. He had seen other gardeners with chemical burns before and really didn’t want that for himself. The coolness of the water took the heat of the burn away and he calmed himself a little.

“Let me take a look,” said Beth, moving closer to him and kneeling to get a better look at his reddened thigh. The skin was raw looking, but to Alan’s untrained eye, it didn’t look serious. She kept the water flowing over it as she gently reached out to touch the burn.

“Ouch!” Alan cried as he jumped away from her fingers, scaring Beth and earning himself a spray of water to the crotch.

“Sorry, sorry,” she said, as she looked up at the painful expression on his face. Looking down at his thigh again, her eyes lingered over Alan’s soaked underwear for a moment. He looked down himself and could clearly see the outline of his penis pressing against the translucent white of his boxer-briefs.

The thought of Beth mere inches from his body made his manhood twitch and start to harden against the wet fabric, inadvertently giving her a better view. Before he could move away, Beth looked up and locked eyes with him. The shy smile was gone, replaced with something far more confident.

“I think you might have spilled some on your underwear too,” she smiled. “You better take them off so I can check you out.”

“Oh come on, you can do better than that. Try something that doesn’t sound so cheesy.”

“All right,” she said. “Please come here so I can pull down your underwear and take you in my mouth.”

“Beth, we…”

“Stop. Don’t even pretend you don’t want this as much as I do. I see you look at me all the time and I love it. What you don’t see is me looking at you too. I wanted to be with you after the first week.” Beth said, reaching for Alan’s waistband.

He moved closer and felt her hands on his hips. They were warm and left a trail of heat as they slid the wet cotton down his thighs.

“Mmmm,” Beth moaned as she took his hard cock into her mouth. Feeling her mouth on him for the first time made his knees buckle.

He tangled his fingers in her hair and existed only to be inside her. “Come up here,” he said. “I need to kiss you.”

Beth slid her mouth slowly off his hardness and stood up. He reached for her but she moved away teasingly. Her eyes locked onto his again and she grasped the bottom of her shirt. Slowly, she pulled it up her body, revealing her flesh inch-by-inch until she was bare.

She stood for a moment with her arms and shirt above her head then dropped the garment to the floor. Her hands slid down her body, rubbing and cupping her small, firm breasts, pulling on her dark nipples. Her jeans soon joined her shirt at her feet and she stood exposed before him.

He threw his own shirt to the floor and closed the distance between them in one step. She was pressed against him, her soft flesh warming his, mouths and hands exploring.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and jumped, wrapping her long legs around his waist. He staggered back against a workbench for support, and with a quick movement his cock found its way and entered her moist pussy.

Beth moaned as they joined and gripped him tighter. Alan regained his balance and walked them forward so Beth was sitting on another workbench.

“Wait!” she yelled. “Not here. I don’t want to hurt the orchids.”

With a laugh ending in a passionate kiss, Alan laid them down on a mound of potting soil. The dirt was soft and smooth and quickly, the lovers’ sweat had a fine coating of soil clinging to it.

Beth rolled Alan onto his back and took her place on top, grinding and thrusting herself against him. His hands cradled her breasts and teased their nipples between his fingers. As she moved closer and closer to her orgasm, he increased his own pace so they could finish together.

Eyes jammed shut; Beth threw her head back and cried out her pleasure. Feeling her pussy contract around him and listening to her screams, Alan let himself go and added his orgasm to hers in the humid air of the greenhouse.

Beth collapsed onto Alan’s chest, him still inside her. As their tremors subsided, Alan stroked her back and hair.

“Thanks for not wrecking the orchids,” he whispered.

Bondage tape looks and feels similar to electrical tape, although it won’t stick to skin, hair, or anything besides itself.  You can use it for all sorts of fabulous and fun activities!  Aside from binding, it can also be used quite successfully for sexy fetish clothing.  Bondage tape corset anyone?  Suitable for use as a very effective blindfold as well, since it won’t stick to hair and you can wrap it around your willing victim as many times as you want, so that they can’t see a thing.

Jack and I had a wonderful time testing this stuff out!  First he had me lay on my front and he taped my  ankles together, and then bound my wrists together behind my back.  Finally, he drew my hands to my feet and hogtied me.  The tape worked really well for this, although keep in mind that it will stretch some.

After he had me suitably restrained, he got out our little leather slapper (review to come) and went to town on my ass.  That thing stings like hell!  After Id’ wriggled around and squealed through several minutes of that, he pushed me over onto my side and gave my breasts and nipples a few good swats.  Ouch!

The bondage tape packaging claims that it can be used more than once.  We decided to put that to the test.  After unwapping all the work he’d done, he had me roll onto my back and then he bound my ankles back together with the tape, and then my wrists, in front of me this time.  He stretched my arms up over my head and then used tape to tie me to the headboard of our bed.

Once he was satisfied that I wasn’t going anywhere, he had me draw my knees up to my chest and set to work spanking my ass cheeks to a color quite similar to the tape.  After my butt was tingly and toasty warm he turned his attention to my pussy, which was slick with excitement.  It seemed to take only moments of him working his magic on my girl parts before I was thrashing and coming on his fingers, despite the fact that I was still trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey.  Mmmmm, fantastic!

After we’d finished our fun, I wrapped all the tape back around the roll for next time.  I would speculate that you can certainly get 2 or 3 uses out of each piece of tape, depending on the strain you put it under, before it becomes too stretched.  Your mileage may very, as always.

Like rope, it’s possible to cut off circulation during bondage with tape.  Be mindful of pulse points, and check in OFTEN with your bottom in regards to how their limbs, etc are feeling.  Work out some indication ahead of time, in case they begin to experience  lack of blood flow.

Bondage tape is a wonderful tool for beginners, as it’s less intimidating than rope or leather.  It’s simple to use, especially for those who are just curious about bondage.  It would also be great for bondage situations involving water.

Simple, affordable, and easy to use.  What more could you want?

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Then again, who needs to think?

Better to just revel in the delicious sensations of your skin on mine, and your breath in my ear, while you make love to me as if there will never be another opportunity.

After Jackson-Triggs, we made our way over to Cattail Creek, which is a tiny little winery and one of my personal favorites.  They offer complimentary tastings, and they are generous on the pour.  We bought a couple of bottles of wine, and a gorgeous candle holder, made from the rib of an old wine barrel.

We hit Peller Estates just before closing, and yet it was crowded with people who were visiting for the Ice Wine Festival.  They were roasting ice wine marshmallows on the patio, and drinking wine served from an ice bar (quite literally an outdoor bar craved from glass-like ice).  I wasn’t inclined to stand in the frigid temperatures, even for something as delicious sounding as an ice wine marshmallow, so we purchased a bottle of my favorite Ice Cuvée and got out of there.

After we’d wrapped up the winery tour (for the day) we checked into our room at the Prince Of Wales hotel.  Before I’d even made my way inside I was impressed with the service we received.  I will admit that I expected snobbery, typical of touristy and expensive hotels, but every person we dealt with was extremely friendly, welcoming, and helpful.  I felt like a rock star as we were guided down the hallways, which are clad in copper, embossed with intricate and elegant designs (see photos below).  There were paintings, framed by carved wood.  It was all very sophisticated, and beautiful, and everything I’d expected the inside of the hotel would be.

Our room was richly appointed (the towel warmer in the bathroom was perhaps my favorite part) although it immediately struck me as ‘old ladyish’.  We didn’t care, we were there to bask in the lap of luxury, and this was it.

I showered quickly and then we dressed for dinner at Escabèche.  I’d picked up a new top for the occasion earlier in the week, but I’d kept it a secret from Jack.  It looks something like this, except with a bold pattern in black, white, and different shades of green.  I think he was quite pleased with how it looked on me, because he tried to fuck me right then and there when I stepped out of the bathroom wearing it.  Unfortunately, it was time for dinner, and we didn’t want to miss our reservations.

After we were seated, besides the windows, with a view of the park across the street, we ordered a bottle of wine and San Pellegrino (which I discovered I like).   We toasted to 8 years of being together, and to how nice it was to escape for a night of indulgence, just the two of us.

We browsed the menu.  Jack decided on the Caesar salad to start, and I wanted the confit of duck salad, but I can’t tolerate the taste of cilantro.  When I enquired as to the removal of the offending herb from the dish I wanted, our waiter disappeared into the kitchen, and then emerged to inform me that the chef was going to make something for me with duck, sans cilantro.  The resulting salad was very delicious, and while I’m not accustomed to fine dining on a regular basis, I was impressed with the staff and with the flexibility of the chef.

For the main event, I ordered Guinea hen, and Jack had the steak.  Unfortunately, he was slightly disappointed with his meal.  There was nothing wrong with it, but it wasn’t the best piece of dead animal he’d ever tasted.  My baby bird on the other hand, was perfectly done, and quite tasty.

Dessert was comprised of Niagara apple pie with cinnamon ice cream, and berry and white chocolate bread pudding.  The cinnamon ice cream was possibly the best thing I’ve ever tasted.  I’d like to make an attempt at replicating it sometime this summer.

All in all, dinner was all kinds of fantastic.  We headed back to our room feeling content and ready for another bottle of wine and perhaps some chocolates that we’d brought along.  When I slipped into the bedroom to change, there was a pink rose perched on the pillow.

Jack went to fill a bucket with ice, and I slid into the lingerie he’d picked out for me some weeks back a La Senza.  He was stretched out on the bed, and the wine was on ice, when I stepped out of the bathroom.  I slid onto the bed beside him and he ran his hands over the silky fabric, making a noise which I could only interpret as approval.

Slowly I unbuttoned his dress shirt, which was discarded to the floor, followed by his pants, socks, and boxer briefs.  We kissed, and touched, and then I made my way down…

To be extra cheeky, I took a small handful of ice from the bucket and dropped them into my mouth before I proceeded to go down on him. He moaned and lifted his hips in response, which I can only assume meant that he loved the hot on cold sensation.

Before he had a chance to cum, I straddled his lap and slipped his cock into my eager pussy.  I began rocking gingerly at first, and then with more enthusiasm.  My cunt gripped his cock, reluctant to let it slip in or out.  He licked and sucked my nipples while I leaned forward and gripped the headboard for leverage.  When he could stand it no longer he exploded, groaning gutturally several times before heaving a sigh of utter bliss.

We opened the wine and curled up on the bed together, taking quietly and nibbling dark chocolate covered caramels with sea salt.  It was getting late, and we slipped under the covers to cuddle, making love again before we fell asleep with our limbs jumbled together.

Jack’s alarm went off only a moment before a knock on the suite door announced the arrival of our breakfast in bed.  A tray was presented, heavy with pancakes, eggs, toast, sausage, a pot of coffee, and all of the necessary trimmings.  We enjoyed a leisurely morning meal, sipping coffee and feeding each other strawberries.  It was absolutely heavenly!  If you’re only going away for one night, I say, go all out!

After breakfast we showered, packed our things, and checked out of the hotel.  They allowed us to keep our vehicle in the valet parking, and loaded our suitcases into the truck for us while we went to wander the shops downtown.

At one shop I found these hilarious wine tags that I’d seen there before but hadn’t purchased.  They are hilarious!  I got one for each of us (Love Machine for Jack, Beauty Queen for V, and Kitchen Bitch for myself) and a few others for company (Spicy, Overserved, and Sauced).  I plan to order a bunch of others from the website, that I didn’t see at the store.  They are the best thing ever!

I also picked up an Elle lunch bag and a gorgeous grey pashmina.  It was really nice walking with Jack, holding hands, and being together.  I never wanted the weekend to end.

On our way out of wine country we made a stop at Strewn, where we tasted an ice wine milk shake.  It was totally delicious, and I bought a couple of bottles of their late harvest ice wine so that I can attempt to make it at home.  Yum!

We also visited a new favorite, Coyote’s Run Estate Winery, where we bought a couple of bottles (we were up to 9 in total by this time).  I prefer to support smaller wineries, like them and Cattail Creek, because often you can’t find their wines anywhere outside of their own wine boutique, which I feel makes drinking those wines an extra-special experience.

Jack and I stopped for sushi on the way home, and reveled in the final hour of our short vacation.  We  reminisced about the first days of our relationship over california rolls and slices of sashimi.  It felt weird to be there without the kids (one of our favorite places for family dinner out) but it was nice to have a peaceful meal, and we savored every moment.

After we’d settled in at the house V presented us with a beautiful wine decanter, complete with a decorative copper decanter charm that she’d made herself, with our wedding theme in mind (snowflakes, since it was a winter wedding).  It was very thoughtful, and touching.  She’s such a doll, that girl.

It was one of the best weekends I’ve had in a long time, and I’m so, so grateful to have such an amazing person to share my life with.

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!

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.

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!

*Title Courtesy Of My Spam Folder

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.

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

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. 

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!