Stiletto Diaries

A summary of our Saturday, spent preparing for our week-long road trip can be found here and here.  I won’t bother going over everything that happened that day, but needless to say, our trip was off to an interesting start, LOL.

Sunday marked Day One of Shasta & V Do America.  We said our goodbyes and off we went, south of Calgary towards the Alberta/Montana border.

Neither of us had really driven into the states, so we didn’t know what to expect at the border. Fortunately the line up was fairly short, and we didn’t have to wait long. The cute customs officer was very sweet, and rather than search our trailer, they just gave it a quick scan and sent us on our way. It was a relief to be in and out of there without any trouble.

Cut Bank, Montana was the first stop of the evening, to see the World’s Largest Penguin. We wandered around looking for it, before finally stopping at a little casino to use the bathroom and ask where we could find said penguin. The bartender was kind enough to direct us and allowed us to use the facilities.

We found the penguin just where he said it would be. We parked the truck and trailer in the lot of an abandoned drive-in diner (you know, the kind with the car hops that came out to take your order). The penguin was indeed very large, as you can see from the above photos.

283. See the World’s Largest Penguin

That accomplished, and the sun going down, our next item of business was finding a place to sleep. Our GPS (nicknamed Mags) informed us that there was a camp ground nearby, and so we headed over there, only to find the supposed location populated by houses, and a hill.

Not sure what else to do, we drove east towards Chester, hoping to see a sign for camping. We did see a sign, although the facilities were not exactly what we had in mind. The ‘camp ground’ was basically a park in the middle of town, like a playground, with a grassy area. It was well after nightfall by this time, so we said to hell with it, parked, and set about putting our tent together. Thank gods we bought head lamps before we left Calgary.

There was a hole in the air mattress, and so we made up a bed the best we could, although we were seriously lacking for blankets. It had been so hot that day we didn’t think it would get too cold at any rate. In fact we didn’t bother putting the fly over the tent, so that the entire ceiling was open to the stars above.

167. Sleep under the stars

I heard a tiny meow outside, and decided to investigate, only to find a small kitten huddled next to a tree beside our tent. I approached slowly, V close behind me, but he started up the tree, and when I reached out to touch him, he spat and hissed furiously. So much for that. He was stuck up the tree and continued to cry until after we fell asleep, but there was nothing we could do (he did manage to get down on his own, I checked the next day).

I woke up in the wee hours, freezing to death, cuddled as close to V as possible. We were both curled up tightly, but there wasn’t much hope for sleep. It felt like the night may never end, and I don’t think that I really slept again until the sun began to rise and warm us up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, how are you?”

“I’m good, how have you been?”

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

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

“Oh, nice”

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

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

I know you may be getting tired of photos, but tomorrow V and I depart on our cross-country journey through part of the United States, so there isn’t any time for an actual post. I am not sure how often I will have internet access during our trip, so I have other posts scheduled to keep you from getting bored, and I shall continue to update Twitter.

For now, some pretty pictures! You guys DID vote for more photos after all

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Moar Piktures!!!

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352. Go to the Valley Zoo in Edmonton

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

216. Have sex in the rain

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

Sadly, I have no photos of that to share

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

This small collection of photos was taken inside the gardens of the Calgary Zoo:

14 days and counting…

Jack and I haven’t been apart this long since before we were married.  When we were dating sometimes we went weeks.  Not by choice of course, but I was living eight hours away, and I could only take so much time off work to fly out to see him.

All these years now and still, we can hardly stand to be separated for more than a few days.  In fact, even a few days is pushing it.

We miss each other a great deal right now.  I go to bed thinking of him.  Thinking that the faster I go to sleep, the faster it will be morning.  One morning closer to when I see him again.  One less night I have to spend alone.

I feel like I’ve settled into a state of grudging acceptance that it will be yet another five days before he gets here.  I am not lying about, pining for him, nor am I distracted enough to forget his absence.  I’m just…waiting, and making the best of my time here in the hopes that it will pass quickly.

It’s nearly 1am and this is the first quiet time I’ve had all day to reflect and write.  The inability to capture my thoughts in words during the days I’ve been out here has nearly driven me to the brink of insanity.  Writing is my outlet, and so many times during these two weeks I have ached to put my feelings to paper.  Stealing enough time to clear my head and do so has proven impossible, which also explains the lack of significant entries.

Hopefully the second half of my month proves more conducive to such things.

20 days is 19 days too long.

Perhaps Jack is not only my best friend, husband, and lover, but also my muse.  It seems as though being separated from him leaves me to distracted to weave the contents of my mind into anything meaningful.  I look forward to having his arms around me again, and to kissing his lips and feeling his skin against mine.  I miss his touch, and his laughing hazel eyes, and the way that I feel when I am with him.

I am off to bed, because the faster I go to sleep, the faster it will be morning, and I will have one less lonely night to endure without him.

My writing mojo seems to have taken a vacation while I am away on this trip, so I shall supplement my Twitter posts and random tidbits with more photos from my time in Alberta.

Scroll over (or look below some pictures) for captions.

I snapped this photo of the sun setting over the lake last night, from on our boat. It was a beautiful evening, and the picture, as nice as it is, doesn’t do justice to the feel of that moment.

I laid on the grass and this little guy sauntered over within two feet of me. It was a really amazing experience, and totally worth the risk of getting sprayed.

I caught this small frog while we were playing on the lake shore. He posed long enough for me to snap a picture before making his escape back into the grass.

*Gregory Maguire

In the absence of an actual post, I decided to put up a few photos I have taken during my time in Alberta. There are tons more to post (good thing you all voted for more photos on the blog Hee Hee).

Scroll over each to see the title/info about it. Enjoy!

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There are few things worse, for me, than feeling at odds with Jack, and not knowing how to make it right.

I get the impression that he’s still angry at me for our fight on Canada Day. I’ve apologized several times, and perhaps I was expecting him to tell me that it’s ok, and that it’s already been forgotten, which isn’t what I got back at all. Expecting a specific reaction from him is stupid, I know. He accepted my apology, which I appreciated, but he didn’t make any effort at all to make me feel as though it had been resolved. Thus, I feel like he’s still disappointed and annoyed with me.

At the moment I just feel like I irritate him every time I call or text, which is perhaps true. I just miss him a whole lot, and I miss talking to him. I don’t mean to be a pain in his ass. For the days I was gone before our fight it seemed like he wanted to talk to me at least once a day, and since we had our falling out I get the impression he really doesn’t care if I call him or not.

This morning I debated calling him for around 20 minutes. I just wanted to check in with him, and tell him about my night, but I thought I might annoy him if I just went ahead and called. When I finally did call he seemed distant, disinterested. My recent run of insecurity has been a big inconvenience for him I think, which I feel awful about. At the same time, I feel like every time I talk to him, it just reinforces the feelings of rejection. So I feel rejected, and then I just want to call and text him more often, in hopes of getting some reassurance, and then he just seems more irritated. So we just keep going ’round, it doesn’t seem like we’re getting anywhere.

Most likely I just need to let it all go. Nothing constructive is coming of what I’m doing now.

I don’t want to continue being needy, it doesn’t make me feel good. Clearly it doesn’t make Jack feel good either. I can’t help but be lonely without him, but I think I’ll back it off about ten paces and give him some space to hopefully enjoy his break from the kids and I.

We’re heading out to the sticks again today, so posting will be slow until I get back to a location with wireless. Hopefully everyone is having a good weekend!