Stiletto Diaries

Being down with a cold makes for a slow week on the writing front.  Allow me a brief update of some recent happenings.

On Wednesday night V and I had some drinks, slipped into something comfortable, got out the scissors, and chopped off my dreadlocks.

It was time for them to go.  After sporting them for a year and a half I began to long for brushable hair.

“Wait until it’s a craving” V advised, to help deter me from doing something I might later regret.

Two months passed, and finally I was ready.  Jack was gone on business this week, which gave V and I ample time to cut them and then comb out whatever was left.  We put a bottle of sparkling wine on ice and gathered up everything we needed.

The cutting-off part didn’t take nearly as long as we expected, but the combing out nearly made us insane. It took three hours and nearly a whole bottle of conditioner. We laughed some, and came close to tears of frustration, but eventually every dreadlock nubbin had been detangled.

I was so relieved to get into the shower and rinse out all of the conditioner, even though my head was so sore I winced every time I touched it.

Early the next morning I had an appointment at a salon for a proper cut. V accompanied me, and I took a couple of images to show the stylist, to give her a clear idea of what I wanted. She seemed really cool and progressive, which was reassuring, especially since I’ve never really had a good experience at a salon (my aunt has always cut my hair).

I was thrilled with the cut when she was finished. She left it longer on top so that I can spike it or fauxhawk it, and then much shorter on the sides. She was really impressed with how much length we were able to keep after cutting my dreads off.

I decided not to get it colored that particular day, but when I go back for a trim in six weeks I plan to have her do something fun with it.

My head felt WAY lighter after we cut the dreads off. It was a really strange sensation. It’s been an adjustment, but I got tons of compliments on the new cut over the weekend.

I also got to cross something off of my list. I held a spider. It was a very tiny spider, but it still counts and yes it was still a scary experience.

3. Hold a spider (of the non-poisonous variety)

I may have forgotten to mention that I also quit chewing my nails some time back, which was especially exciting since it was the very first thing on my list.

1. Stop biting my nails

Photos of my new toys and other details from the weekend will have to wait until tomorrow.  Jack is coming home this evening and I can’t wait to see him!  I hope everyone had a great weekend

Sphere: Related Content

I can’t exactly recall when I initially heard about the traveling exhibit known as Body Worlds, but I’d pretty much forgotten about it until Jack and I caught part of a documentary on the procurement and processing of bodies used.

Perhaps it’s curiosity with the morbid, or my fascination with the inner workings of the human body, but I decided to add it to my bucket list, in the hopes of catching it when it passed through Toronto at some future juncture.

As it worked out, Body Worlds happened to be at the Telus World of Science Center here in Edmonton during our visit, and after discussing it with Jack, we decided to take it in while we were in the neighbourhood.

Tickets were purchased and printed, and off we went, looking forward to some time to ourselves (no we did not bring the kiddos) as much as we were anticipating the display itself.

The first rooms of the exhibit felt crowded, although it was only a matter of waiting a few moments until you could edge close enough to the displays. There were glass display cases in the center of a hall-like room, filled with limb pieces (hands, feet, etc) which had been plastinated. On the sides of the room there were large banners with information on them regarding how society has depicted death in art and literature throughout the history of man.

The plastinated individuals were fascinating, and perhaps a little unnerving to examine. The latter reaction was a result of reminding myself at every display that once this individual was living, breathing, with family and friends and a story of their own. It’s easy to disassociate them from people, but that’s what they were at one time, and still are really, and I think it adds to the experience if you remember that.

We lingered at one display, called The Smoker, which shows quite clearly the effects of smoking on ones lungs. Jack gave me a bit of a scolding look, since he knows I am still apt to smoking socially (I was a regular smoking from 12 - 19) as I wrinkled my nose over the sight of the blackened organs.

I know, it’s horrible for me, and that certainly hits home when you get a good look at around five pairs of tar-laden lungs.

Further into the exhibition there was a small, separate room, devoted to the beginnings of life, although framed in death. Embryos at each week of development (there was a gap between week 10 and week 16) were on display in tubes and glass boxes. I had actually never seen anything like it. An embryo, only the size of a kidney bean, already has visible hands, feet, and eyes. A man standing across from me audibly gasped when he looked closely enough to see this. That particular specimen was only seven weeks along at the time of its preservation.

The somewhat infamous Reclining Pregnant Woman was also on display in that particular area. She died of a terminal illness somewhere around the 8th month of her pregnancy, and her baby could not be saved.

“The baby had already turned*” Jack murmured behind me, while we looked over her skinless figure, the walls of her abdomen cut away so that you could clearly see the infant inside of her.

Of all the things we saw that day, it was the only display that disturbed me.

My favorite piece was The Horseman. Perhaps because I love horses and spent so much of my young life around them, and it was of particular interest to me to have an opportunity to examine the muscle structure and the enormity of their lungs and other organs.

The entire exhibit was really incredible. Jack and I both enjoyed it a great deal, and I’m very grateful that we were able to catch it during our time here in Edmonton.

432. See the Body Worlds exhibit

After we finished at the Science Center, Jack took me for lunch at one of our favorite Edmonton restaurant chains, Tokyo Express.

We sat near a window and enjoyed some dumplings and our rice bowls. I always order the salmon bowl, and Jack always orders the teriyaki chicken bowl.

It was really wonderful to have some time together after being apart for so long.

After our late lunch he drove me down to Whyte Ave and we sauntered into Lush to pick up a few things. I needed another hunk of Ice Blue soap for my dreadlocks, and Jack wanted to pick up a massage bar or two. We browsed a bit, and after I found my soap, we also bought a Soft Coeur massage bar, and a Therapy massage bar, which came with a free tin (when you buy two). We totally loved the Wiccy Magic Muscles bar we bought a couple of months back, it was wonderful for sore muscles, so I am looking forward to trying out these new ones.

We grabbed some cold drinks at Second Cup before heading back to where we are staying.

Later that evening, around dusk, Jack suggested we take a drive together. The kids were in bed and we had a pair of willing sitters to watch over them while we went out (thanks mum and dad). I love going driving with Jack, and we always have great conversations in the car.

He did something very sweet, and took me back to the spot where he proposed to me, almost seven years ago.

It’s a tucked-away spot, with a fantastic view of the river, and some of the bridges. We stood there on the edge of the valley for quite some time, talking quietly and kissing some. What a perfect ending to a wonderful day together.

I am hoping we’ll get in another ‘adult outting’ or two before I depart on my road trip with V.

Also, in case anyone was curious, yes we have totally been fucking like bunnies ever since he arrived

*In preparation for birth, most infants turn upside down, their heads dropping into the pelvis to facilitate delivery.

Sphere: Related Content

Due to circumstances beyond our control, Jack and I ended up having to postpone our dinner plans at Susur until later this week.  It was unfortunate, but not nearly the end of the world since we are indeed still going for supper there, we just have to wait a few days longer to do so.  It’s actually worked out for the best because I am getting over a head cold and if I’m going to spend $140 on a meal, I’d like to be able to taste it.

I apologise as well for the password protected entry that I posted some days ago.  I really do not intend to make a habit of such things, because I really enjoy being able to share parts of my life with all of you.  That said, there were times over the past 2.5 years when I was unable to blog about particular people or topics due to the sensitive nature of the circumstances or individuals.  This was distressing to me, because at the end of the day, blogging is something I do for myself, to work through thoughts or feelings, or even to keep an accurate recounting of events.  Jack and I often refer back on the blog where there is discussion about a certain time or place and we can’t remember what or when, we’ve even used it to figure out who was driving the vehicle when one of those pesky photo radar speeding tickets arrived in the mail.  Perhaps this doesn’t mean much to anyone who doesn’t blog, but for me being unable to retell certain feelings or events due to people in my life who would read it means that there were a lot of really important words I never managed to type out. 

Yes, I could have kept them as separate word documents or even written them in my paper journal, but for some reason that just never materialized.  Would it have under different circumstances?  Had I been able to blog about it more openly would I have gotten around to really doing so?  Maybe, maybe not.  The point is that the option wasn’t always there, and now that I have moved (to Wordpress publishing tools with paid hosting) I have a way to write what is on my mind and sometimes keep it to myself.  I don’t do this to exclude everyone, and if you feel strongly enough about reading it you’re welcome to e-mail me about getting a password.  I promise I won’t do it often, since that’s not what this site is about, but I can’t promise I’ll never take advantage of that particular option.

On to more interesting tales now that I’ve cleared that up

Last night Nia and I went to another Sex Party at Goodhandy’s.  We met up with her playmate, who clearly needs a name I’m thinking, before we went to the bar, since things never really get going until after 10pm.  Before I continue lets come up with something to call said female friend…hmmm…Flavia.  Makes me think of flavour, which I’m sure she has since Nia spends so much time between her legs.  Hee Hee

So Nia and Flavia and myself arrived at Goodhandy’s and were immediately greeted by Todd, who remarked that now the party could really get started (since the party girls had arrived!  Woot!).  We got drinks and he encouraged us to go and watch the two very attractive young male models/porn stars who were masturbating on either side of the stage.  Being quite keen to encourage them we did just that.  An ex-boyfriend of Nia’s from years and years ago also decided to join us on our night out, although I’m not going to bother giving him a name at this point, so we’ll just call him Nia’s ex.  The four of us sat and chatted, and enjoyed our drinks, us girls frequently gazing at the naked eye candy on stage.  While we were sitting there the lovely couple whom I played with at the last party came in to the club.  They saw me right away and came over to give me hugs and say hello.  She was wearing this very hot corset and I remarked on how fabulous she looked.  I was hopeful that they would be inclined to play again later in the evening but I didn’t want to be pushy.  We agreed to run into each other again later, and off they went.

Meanwhile Flavia and Nia and the ex-boyfriend decided to kick off the spontaneous orgy, or at least a very hot and public threesome for the enjoyment of the crowd.  Some of the males who were watching got a little close, and had to be asked to back off a bit, but nobody had to be thrown out.  Todd is particularly protective of anyone who chooses to play and asked me to let him know immediately if anyone was being bothersome to our group.  In fact throughout the night the bouncers approached me several times to ensure that none of us were being harassed.  It really adds to the atmosphere when you know that you can be comfortable and that the staff there take their jobs very seriously when it comes to ensuring that everyone is well behaved.

One of the male models, who had since put on at least some of his clothes, approached me and introduced himself.  He was really, really attractive, and I was very tempted to accept his invitation to get naked with him.  As much as I wanted to say yes, especially when he asked so charmingly in that yummy accent of his, I politely declined.  Don’t ask me why, I just wasn’t in the right state of mind I suppose, and having intercourse with strange men is not generally a service I provide, no matter how gorgeous they are.

He wasn’t the only one I turned down.  Another of the regular models/porn stars, who was clearly drunk, approached me as well, introducing himself and asking if I wanted to play with him.  I let him kiss me a little before I said no.  Even though he was adorable I don’t like to fuck drunk boys, especially as I said above, drunk boys I don’t know.

The male half of the couple I mentioned early happened to be standing next to me at the bar sometime later in the evening, and leaned over to ask me a question.  The conversation went like this:

Him: So my girlfriend wants to know if we’re going to have Round 2 tonight?

Me: I don’t really know that it’s up to me actually (meaning it was up to them) but I am pretty sure I wouldn’t say no.

Him: Alright, I’ll tell her that

Then I smiled and returned to my friends, expecting to see them sometime shortly thereafter.

Unfortunately I didn’t, although they caught up to me as they were leaving, and after giving me hugs she remarked that she hoped I could play next time.  Confused I said that I could have played, but had assumed they didn’t want to.  He seemed surprised and asked me to clarify what I had said at the bar.  When I told him that I’d meant to imply it was up to them, there were groans of disappointment all around.  We had a bit of a laugh about it, although clearly we were all quite sad that the miscommunication had prevented a good time for all.

“We’ve been talking about you for the past 29 days!” he remarked, smiling but obviously a tad frustrated over the entire situation.  I reassured them, her in particular, that I had certainly not intended to reject that and that certainly I had been eager to play.  Turns out neither of us wanted to be pushy about anything, and in the process, had missed out.

She gave me her number and I promised that I would make my very best effort to attend the next party that they are able to come to as well (which unfortunately isn’t until the end of June, due to other life commitments they have).  We wished each other a good night and they left, followed shortly by the four of us.  Nia was staying in Toronto with Flavia, and I assumed her ex was as well, so I bid them farewell and drove home to my husband, falling into bed exhausted sometime around 4am.

The entire way home I stewed with annoyance over the missed opportunity, and debated in my head the proper thing to do at this juncture.  She gave me her cell number, which I didn’t ask for, she offered.  I really want to call her in a day or two and apologise again for the miscommunication, and assure her that I wasn’t rejecting them.  Then I kind of want to ask if they ever play away from Goodhandy’s?  Like could we all meet up for coffee or something and maybe get to know each other better?

Advice please!  I have no idea what the best course of action is in this situation.  I really, really want to see them again, since I find both of them very attractive (now that I had a chance to get a good look at him).  To any couples out there who are swingers or poly, what would you like a girl you are clearly interested in to do if she and you were in this situation?  The future of my interaction with them, and thus the potential for more hot stories about our fun, depends on you.

Today was a day for relaxation and recovery.  Jack took the kids and I into Mississauga to go to the new Earl’s restaurant that just opened there.  Earl’s was one of our all time favorite places back in Alberta, so we were very excited to hear that one was being opened in Square One Mall this month.

Before we had dinner Jack indulged me with a shopping spree at Lush.  I picked up a couple of small chunks of Ice Blue and Sea Vegetable soaps, which I have heard are good for dreads, so that I could try them both and see which one I like better.  After some more browsing I decided to pick up a couple of their massage bars, which I haven’t had the opportunity to try yet.  When you buy two of them you get a free tin to keep them in, so I went with Wiccy Magic Muscles (for all those sore spots after hitting the gym) and Fever, for those sensual massages I sometimes give to Jack before bed.  Yum!  The girls who worked there recommended I try the Mask Of Magnamintywhen I enquired about trying something new for my skin.  I wouldn’t say that I am prone to breakouts all the time, but I certainly notice them more before my period, so this is apparently just the treatment to have on hand for those times.  No visit to Lush is complete without picking up some bath bombs for the mammoth tub we have.  This time I picked up a Sex Bomb(so good, one of my favs) a couple of Waving Not Drowning and an All That Jaz.  I had to pry myself out of there before I really got out of hand, but I was very pleased when I left with my bag of goodies.

Dinner was really yummy, and afterwards we took the young ones for ice cream.  It was actually a really nice way to end the weekend.  I think I’m going to have a nice hot shower before crawling into bed tonight, since I’ve spent to much time writing about the weekend, and eaten up all the time I had intended to use for having a bath.

This week I am hitting the gym every day, and Thursday night is Susur.  I’m planning to call that nice couple once you guys give me some feedback on how to handle that conversation :P  Or even if you don’t, LOL, since I don’t want to miss out again.  Should be a fairly quiet week overall, and I’ll keep you posted on developments for next weekend!

Sphere: Related Content

On Friday night Nia and I had planned to go out to this goth/industrial night, a weekly feature at a local bar. Some weeks ago I purchased some synthetic dreadlocks designed to wear with natural dreads, so I decided Friday would be an ideal time for a test run.

They were easy to put in and they looked pretty hot. I completed the ensemble with a short pleather skirt, knee high boots, a black tank top, a collar, and plenty of black eyeshadow.

I drove over to Nia’s place, and we caught a cab over to the bar. There wasn’t any cover charge, and it wasn’t super busy, but the music was good and the booze was cheap.

We drank a bit and danced a lot. I got a few great compliments on my hair, and we were groped by a very drunk guy (no surprise there). We had a lot of fun, although we didn’t stay out super late. It was pretty cold out so to avoid a long wait for a cab we left shortly before last call and went back to Nia’s place. I hung out there for at least another hour and a half before I decided I was safe to drive home (I’d only had a few drinks).

Yesterday I did a bit of shopping to put the finishing touches on my Christmas gifts. During my travels I happened into this odd little indie boutique where I happened across the most amazing bag I’ve ever seen. Totally hand made here in Canada, and not mass produced, it was on sale for $40.00 (regularly $120). It was designed and manufactured by an artist in Quebec. So very cool. I knew I would probably never see anything like it again, so I decided to treat myself. The man who rang me through was, I swear on my soul, LD’s doppelganger (or at least close relative). Very similar looks, same voice, same presence. He was fabulous, and I very much plan to go back to said store in the hopes of running into him again. Not to mention the fact that the store is incredible.

This week I have a waxing appointment with a new esthetician. I took the advice of one of my commenters and looked for someone who specializes in European techniques. I’m hopeful that she will do a better job than the last gal, since I haven’t much patience for trying out someone new every 5 weeks.

Honestly I wanted this post to be longer and more interesting but I’m feeling a it fatigued from lack of sleep, so I’ll cut it short. I should have some more exciting things to say later this week, not to mention all of the awesome questions I’m getting for Dear Shasta. Feel free to e-mail me with your questions for future segments (I can only keep posting them if my readers keep asking me stuff).

I hope everyone is having a good weekend. Only 9 more sleeps until Christmas!

Sphere: Related Content

A more recent photo of my dreads. You can check out how they looked in the beginning by going here.

Sphere: Related Content

It’s been a while since I felt the need to write and yet had NOTHING TO SAY. Generally in that situation I just do exactly what I am doing right now. I start typing and hope that the subsequent rambling makes sense.

Ok that’s all I’ve got for today.

Kidding, LOL, sort of.

Jack and the kids and I are all good as can be. On the weekend we lounged, rented Transformers, and went shopping. When we are out shopping with the kids, we have this game that we play. When we get to the vehicle, both Jack and I grab a kid and race to see who can get said kid buckled into their car seats the fastest, and then he and I race to see which one of us can get into our seats and buckle in the fastest. Usually he and I end up having to call a truce because we both end up in the front seat, biting and shoving each other in order to prevent the other person from getting their seat belt done up, while at the same time trying to do up our own belts. You have to see it to believe it, and we’re laughing madly the entire time and the kids think this is just THE GREATEST GAME EVAH! They squeal and giggle and carry on, just like us. Yup, a van full of kids is what it is. No adults here.

We also spent a fair amount of time in bed cuddling, and making love. It was heavenly. I adore being close to Jack, especially when we are both naked. I could just lay there, pressed against, him all day. I can’t ever get enough. Sometimes we will talk softly, while I rub his back and give him a scalp massage. Or we will giggle and laugh and goof around. Most often we just stroke each other and doze, half-conscious and yet reluctant to leave dreamland and the comfort of our soft, white sheets.

This is why mornings are my favorite time of the day people.

Sometimes it amazes me how deeply in love we still are. This month marks the 6 year anniversary of our engagement. We’ve been together almost 7 years and yet, I feel like I love him more and more each year that passes. I’m saving a bottle of Ice Cuvee for our celebration, and we have arranged sitting so that we can go for dinner some place more ‘grown up’ than Denny’s or Boston Pizza.

When I look at him, I can’t help but think “How lucky am I? I get to be married to the most wonderful man I’ve ever met. We get to be together FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Seriously. That’s exactly what goes through my head. I get so happy and excited about it I could pee my pants.

It’s like winning the lottery, becoming famous and adored world-wide, and winning the Nobel Prize, all rolled into one. Only, a million times better.

Hee Hee

In other news, I’ve been some what slacking on the healthy living front. My eating habits have been questionable, at best. Although, I have worked out a couple of times in the last few weeks. I need to make it a more regular occurrence. I’ve become friends with a personal trainer and a dietitian at the gym I go to and we are perhaps going to work out an arrangement where I provide babysitting services in exchange for workout/eating advice. Hooray!

Over the weekend I bought myself some new dread care stuff. I haven’t talked about my hair here in months, but I still totally adore my dreads. They are maturing nicely, and I’ve gotten quite a number of great compliments on them. These days I can wash them regularly (generally once every few days, just because having them wet all the time can cause them to smell like mildew) and I basically ignore them otherwise. That’s the best part of having dreads. I never have to do anything with them and they still look awesome. Most days I throw them up in a loose bun, or wear them down with a head band. The stuff I bought on the weekend is bar soap/shampoo that I found at a natural foods store. It’s fair trade, organic soap, made with hemp, coconut oil, palm oil, and other natural ingredients. I bought a bar of the lavender scented, and a bar of the tea tree scented soaps. I can’t wait to try them! They smell amazing, and I like that it’s natural, organic, and fair trade. Also I’ve become very fond of shampoo bars over liquid.

Hmmmmm, what other topics can I add to the hodge podge I’ve got going on here?

Still searching for a good esthetician out here. I went to one young woman so far. She was very sweet, charged a reasonable price, but didn’t do the sort of job I am accustomed to. There were hairs left behind, and she only went over the area once with wax, rather than twice like Selma used to. Also, she didn’t wax between the cheeks, which maybe sounds nasty, and I don’t have like a bush of ass hair, but it’s nice to be smooth all over. That way when someone has their mouth down there it doesn’t go from silky soft to suddenly slightly hairy. I think I’ll try somewhere else next time, which will be soon so I’d better get on that.

Nothing at all to report on the polyamory front. I’ve not had a date or even talked to anyone lately (since The SmartAss really). Jack barely has free time between work, me, and the kids so nothing going on there. We aren’t really thinking/talking about it much because there just isn’t anything to think/talk about. Life has a totally different focus for the time being. When that changes, I am sure you’ll know

Other than that…I’ve got nuthin. Basically just as happy as ever and generally enjoying life.

Tomorrow is Toy Lust Tuesday, so make sure to check back for a hot product review.

Sphere: Related Content

The clouds looked quite menacing, but we decided to brave the weather and go camping anyway. To make the rest of the story easier to tell, I will reveal the ‘identity’ of the mysterious man I asked to join me. Some of you will remember him as Q. If you have no idea who I am talking about, you can read about him in the following posts (listed chronologically from past to present):

How I met Q

A date we went on

Running into him at a bar

Running into him at another bar (it seems to be a trend with us)

Anyway, despite my initial disinterest in him, recently I’ve been thinking of him and attraction sort of grew over time. I was quite thrilled that he accepted my invitation to go camping.

He and I drove out together on Sunday afternoon. We had a really good time on the way out, I did a good part of the talking, but I learned a few new things about him. It’s rather strange because we have a sense of familiarity about each other, but I really don’t know him very well.

We arrived at the camping area, which is not an actual camp site, it’s a piece of land owned by V’s family that lies well outside of the city. It’s basically a large clearing within a larger cluster of trees. Bordered on all sides by farm land, it has no electricity or running water. I like it that way, because my idea of camping means roughing it.

It was too muddy to drive right into the clearing, so we parked on higher ground and walked down the muddy ‘road’ to where everyone else was gathered around the fire pit. I’ll tell you it was a precarious walk. It’s a slight hill, and I nearly slipped and fell half a dozen times. Q and I were going to be sleeping on a mattress in the back of my van, since I was in no mood to assemble our enormous tent for one night. I was not looking forward to stumbling up the hill in a drunken blur at the end of the night, LOL.

Did I mention it was raining?

It started about 15 minutes after we arrived and didn’t stop until well after we left the next day.

The men (K, V’s brother, Q, and a few other guys) gathered the wood for the fire. V, a friend of hers, and I prepared supper. I grilled some meat on the BBQ and they made campfire pizzas. Everyone ate, and drank, and we were all in pretty good spirits considering we were soaking wet.

We built a ‘ghetto’ out of tarps and umbrellas around the fire. Everyone settled in and had some beverages. All in all it was a good time. Cold and wet and muddy, but good none the less. We laughed a lot, I took some pictures, V bailed hardcore in the mud, and I almost fell into the fire pit. I enjoyed cuddling with Q by the fire, and K did rather well not acting weird about it. I did catch a few looks from him, that are best described as somewhat irritated. However, all in all I felt that he handled himself well.

I didn’t drink very much because I knew I was going to have to make my way up the hill to go to bed. Around midnight I decided I was done with the rain and the mud and excused myself to bed. Q joined me and we found our way back to the van. Stripping down in the rain was interesting. I didn’t want to crawl into bed with wet clothes on, so I just took them off and then climbed under the covers as fast as possible. I kept on my underwear and a tank top. Q jumped in beside me in his boxers and a shirt. We cuddled up for body heat and before long I could feel my toes again, LOL.

We talked for some time, and then there was kissing, and groping, and removal of clothing. The foreplay lasted an impressively long time. I enjoy a man who is not in a hurry to fuck. He touched me all over, commenting several times on how soft my skin is, and how good it felt against his. He was quite vocal (meaning he made plenty of noises that let me know he was enjoying himself) and I appreciate that a great deal during sex. I dislike it when a man is quiet, it makes me feel like he’s not into it.

He loved my dreads and when he wrapped a handful of them in his fist and pulled my head back to expose my neck, I nearly melted.

His job is physically demanding and phew! The biceps on the man are enough to make me weak in the knees. His back is toned and the muscles are tight under his skin. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm *Drool*

When I ran my hand up the inside of his thigh, brushing past his cock and up his stomach he was quivering with anticipation. I enjoyed teasing him before I finally allowed him his reward.

I still marvel at how relaxed he was, totally unrushed. He obviously enjoys the sensual and passionate experience of physical intimacy, rather than the main event.

Eventually neither of us could stand it any longer, he pulled me over on top of him and pushed me down onto his cock. It felt…amazing [and yes, we used a condom, there was no question about that].

Unlike some experiences I’ve had, we fell into a comfortable rhythm immediately. I was somewhat concerned that my van might roll forward into the car parked in front of us, LOL. I didn’t put on the parking brake, and I probably should have.

He loved it when I squeezed my muscles around his shaft. Even though I dislike being on top, I have been told I am quite incredible at it. I do this thing where I ’scoop’ my pelvis while I am rocking my hips at the same time, and it seems to rub most guys just the right way. I know it drives Jack wild, and Q was no different in that sense.

He took his turn thrusting from beneath me. That was pretty wild, because he did it in such away I thought I might actually cum from intercourse alone.

I liked how he pulled me to him and kissed me hard while we fucked.

He was getting close, I could tell because his breathing changed and so I increased my efforts and he came with several loud gasps/grunts/bellows. It was excellent.

After we had both recuperated he held me close and I fell asleep.

We woke up the next morning to snow caked on the windows of the van.

SNOW!

I was not looking forward to jumping outside for my regular morning pee.

We stayed in the nice warm van as long as possible. Eventually I heard someone bang on the hood, so I opened the side door and poked my head out. K informed me that people were up at the camp site (everyone else camped in tents and trailers in the clearing). I told him we’d be down as soon as we got dressed.

After forcing myself into cold and still damp clothing, we made our way down the now-treacherous hill. Cleaning up and packing of stuff ensued. It took us a number of hours in the snow and mud to get everything put away and carried up to the vehicles.

Then there was the matter of V’s cousin (not sure that they are related, I am guessing). He had driven his truck into the clearing at the beginning of the weekend, before the rain. Now there was a considerable bog between his vehicle and the top of the hill where the ground was firm.

Idea #1 - Hook the truck up to an old bronco that serves as the ‘farm truck’. Have people sit on the tailgate of the truck, and on the hood of the bronco to provide extra weight and traction. Take a run at the hill and see if the bronco can pull the truck through the muddy hole.

Guess where I was. That’s right, on the hood of the bronco, holding onto the windshield wiper for dear life. V’s friend (another girl) was up there with me, holding on to me for dear life. It was scary, but fun. V’s brother was driving the bronco, and he accelerated up the hill. It was not a smooth ride, and I was sure we were both going to fall off.

The rope snapped just as the truck was going through the muddiest part. The truck was stuck. The men jumped off the tailgate and pushed the truck backwards out of the mud.

Idea #2 - The boys sat on the tailgate again and V’s cousin took a good run at the bog. It didn’t look like he was going to make it. The tires were caked in several inches of mud. He kept going, the truck kept moving, ever slowly, up the hill. Us girls stood there cheering.

Success! Everyone got out and I headed back into the city to drop of Q and a load of camping stuff that I hauled out for V.

I bid Q a good bye and asked him if I could see him again. He said yes with a grin. I said that I hoped he had a good time, despite the weather. He assured me that he had and departed after a quick kiss.

I made it home, cold, wet, muddy, and stinking like campfire. Jack just looked at me and laughed.

Showering felt SOOOO good. I washed my dreads well with some new Knotty Boy Dread Shampoo that I picked up. Dreads easily pick up smells (like normal hair). Unlike normal hair it’s harder to get the smell out. Most people suggest you try to protect your dreads when you are in an odorous environment. Wear a toque or other hat. The shampoo I got is awesome. It smells like tea tree oil and peppermint. I was relieved that it got the camping smell out of them completely.

Despite the icky weather, the weekend was fun. I am glad I invited Q out. I hope he really did enjoy himself as much as I did.

This weekend is my TATTOO!!! I am so excited I can hardly stand it. Afterwards V and some friends are going out for a birthday bash, I’ve been invited along by the birthday girl. They are headed to a club in the city, and I am thinking if my neck isn’t too sore I will join them. If I am too uncomfortable I might just see if some friends want to do coffee or drinks in a quiet pub.

I’ll keep you posted! I hope all of my wonderful readers and friends had a great weekend. I’ve got some really cool reviews coming up so stay tuned!

Sphere: Related Content

I have been searching for something to write about here recently. The regularity of posting has dipped, and I don’t think I’ve written anything of substance in a little while. Bleh. Blog Block I suppose. There have been no sexy stories to recount, no complicated feelings to deal with, no drama to speak of. Life seems to have become a high-speed chase towards the move with little room for anything else. I could blog about the move, but even that is pretty uninteresting.

Inspiration eludes me.

I have reviews and articles in the works, but the main theme of this blog is supposed to be MY life, and the personal goings-on, inner thoughts, and other juicy goodness.

V and I have been spending copious amounts of time together. I know that once we actually move, it’s going to be a considerable amount of time before I see her again. Seeing as she is basically my other spouse, it’s important to both of us to see each other as much as we possibly can before that time. She has been constantly supportive, despite her own sadness over us moving away. She is always there for me, at a moments notice. She keeps me company while Jack is away, often spending the night so that I don’t have to sleep in our great big bed by myself. We are as close as two people can get, minus the sexual relationship. We have the sort of friendship that often makes people envious, and I am extremely grateful to have her, and I tell her that regularly.

I’ve been enjoying the influx of comments recently. My blog has never attracted loads of comments, unless an argument breaks out on the comment board. I am generally quite content, because I blog for myself, not to get comments. I would rather get a small number of thoughtful and genuine comments then a whole load of boring ‘cookie cutter’ ones. I am also very bad at commenting on other blogs, even when I really enjoy the writing. I prefer to think that most people are like me, taking pleasure in reading the content but not always having anything to share with the writer.

This weekend Jack and I are looking forward to some kid-free time. I am thinking we will go see a movie (I actually can’t remember the last time he and I went to a movie together) and generally take it easy. I’d like to do lunch with some friends, and I’ve been dropping hints about going to Globefish at some point, maybe for supper on Saturday evening. I’ve heard great things, so I am eager to try it.

I also need to go shopping for some new jeans at Old Navy, and I want to get some tea tree oil shampoo for my dreads. I haven’t been giving them much attention lately, which means that tonight or tomorrow I am going to have to sit down and devote a good four hours to back-combing, rolling, and waxing them. I have only washed them once since I got them, which probably seems really icky, but when it comes to new dreads it’s best not to wash them very often, unless you can sit out in the sun to let them dry, which helps tighten them up. Also T advised me to mist them with a mixture of sea salt and water, which aids with the locking process. If I lived near an ocean I could just go dip them in it.

Well I am grasping for things to say, which is generally a signal that it’s time to end this post. I do promise more interesting fare in the near future. Bear with me during this transition.

Happy Hump Day!

Sphere: Related Content

I miss my blog!

*Cries*

I looked at my sidebar and I have only made 9 posts this month, and April is nearly over.

It isn’t for lack of topics to write about. I have reviews piling up, and I want to tell you of the trip Jack and I made to Toronto. I even have photos!

Tomorrow I am going with V for our waxing. As you can see from my Cone Review I am well overdue.

Today I washed my dreads for the first time. That probably sounds disgusting, considering that I’ve had them for two weeks. However, most people in the know recommend waiting 1 - 2 weeks (or even longer if you can stand it) before getting new dreadlocks wet. This is because dreads can easily become untangled in the beginning, which is a bad thing. My dreads were fine, they look the same as they did before I got them wet. This evening I am going over to V’s to watch a movie and she is going to assist me in back-combing my roots and waxing my dreads again. Wax is important for dreads to keep them from becoming brittle, and also in retaining their shape and encouraging all of the hairs to tangle together. I wax mine about once a week, and I spend about four hours doing each and every one of them.

Next weekend is going to kick ass! Friday evening Jack and I are going out drinking with V and I intend to show off my awesome dreads and drink a LOT of tequila. We are trying to get in as many “One Last Hurrah” events as we can manage. Time just seems to be moving faster and faster, which is both exciting and sad.

Poly feels like a distant memory at the moment. We haven’t had any inclination to talk about it, nor any real need to address any of the residuals. Once we move there will be more energy for such things. At this point I have enough ‘feelings’ to deal with, related to moving across the country, leaving friends and family and everything I have ever known. I doubt I could make any headway with my insecurity issues at any rate. If I have to deal with more emotional upset…well I’d just rather avoid it for the moment, put it that way.

I am doing my best not to get really stressed out over the move. Jack and I are still debating about where to live. There are lots of areas in and around Toronto to chose from. We are also in the process of selling our house, which is a headache. Everything has to happen so quickly and getting all of the ’steps’ organized into some sort of smoothish chronological queue is rattling my usual rhythm of life.

Enough bitching! LOL

I hope you can excuse me, I just haven’t had a lot of opportunity to vent. I don’t like talking about it with family or friends because it makes them sad, which makes me sad. At least here I can just get it all out and then I feel better. Also I am menstruating, so my emotions are a little out of whack.

I am hoping to catch up on blogging this week. I have reviews to post and stories from our trip.

Adios!

Sphere: Related Content

I miss this blog, although the less-that-enthusiastic reaction to my last HNT isn’t all that inspiring. I am not one to beg for comments, but I have to admit that I do care about them, and it makes me sad that so few people bother.

Anyway, I have been extremely busy with house/moving related stuff. It’s a lot of work relocating across the country. I haven’t had much time or inclination for writing, and it’s more practical to catch up on the housework when I have 5 minutes of free time. Not to mention taking care of new dreads is a LOAD of frickin work. Eventually they do become low-maintenance (or so I am told) but in the beginning, it’s constant vigilance with the waxing and the rolling and the backcombing.

I do have cool stuff to write about, and pics to post from a recent trip to Toronto. I am so lax with uploading though, LOL, it takes me days (sometimes weeks) to get pictures from my camera onto my computer. You would think I might find time, seeing as it’s a weekend, but nope. Weekends are extra crazy because Jack is at home during the days and we can tackle all of the tasks that take more than one person to get done. Sorting through mountains of paper and cleaning the garage and such. It would take me an entire week to do stuff like that by myself (having two rugrats underfoot doesn’t make it easy).

Anyway, I am off, perhaps to bed. I could use a few hours of extra sleep, since I have a really big day tomorrow. Jack is falling asleep on the couch so I should take him to bed as well. Have a good night all and see you in the next couple of days I hope!

Sphere: Related Content