Stiletto Diaries

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

263. Do Vodka shots at Banu

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

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

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

47. Eat something really bizarre (like animal testicles)

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

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

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

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

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

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

267. Take home a pastry from Dufflet

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

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

Goodhandy’s was still fairly quiet when we arrived, which I’d planned on, since I wanted us to have time to chat with Todd before he got terribly busy.  I introduced Padme to him and we had a chance to sit down for a chat together.  She showed him her new tattoo, which he seemed to like.  He also treated us to a round of drinks, which was so very sweet of him.  He asked if the rest of my ‘entourage’ would be making an appearance that evening, and I told him I wasn’t sure.  Nia was out of town for the weekend, so I didn’t know if Flavia and the rest of the bunch would show up.

When the club started to fill up, Todd had to excuse himself to keep an eye on everything.  I had noticed one of the spanking benches was up on the stage, but behind a curtain which they close to provide an area for women and trans people to get away from the drooling mass of males.  I asked Todd if it would be ok to drag the bench out to the front of the stage later, which he said would be fine.

Padme and I danced some, grinding against each other and putting on a bit of a show.  I sat down and she gave me a sexy lap dance, which was very hot, and it seemed like the guys were enjoying what we were doing.

421. Receive a lap dance

At some point Padme started talking to this attractive gentleman.  He bought us a round of drinks and the three of us ended up dirty dancing together.  It was great fun having a girl-guy-girl sandwich.  Padme and I made out some, but I was right in the middle of my period of course, which was kind of a downer.  Still, I wanted her to have a great night and get lucky :P  She asked me if I thought she should hook up with the guy.  He seemed very nice and he was totally good looking, so I encouraged her to do so.

She and he and I all went upstairs after we’d had enough dancing.  We staked our claim in one of the larger booths upstairs, although it didn’t have a curtain.  No matter, I was happy to sit by the doorway, riding crop in hand, to keep back the masses, and boy did I have my work cut out for me.

Padme and the guy started getting into it with each other.  Clothes started to come off and almost instantly there was a crowd gathered at the door.  I asked a few of them to step back, flicking my crop and then using it as something of a barricade.  One of them, a much older man, who was masturbating, put his hand on my leg and I shot him an unimpressed look.  You’re not supposed to touch without an invitation at Goodhandy’s, and he’s lucky I didn’t call over security to have him removed.  He pulled his hand away and then asked if he could touch me.

“Only if you want a serious ass kicking” I said, glaring.  He took a step back, and I was glad the the rest of the group heard me because none of them made a move on me after that.

Padme and her friend were really enjoying themselves.  They were fucking and groaning and kissing and licking each other.  It was quite a sight.  I was very pleased that she was having such a great time.

I noticed a somewhat familiar face in the crowd that was gathered at the door.  I recognised her as a cute cross-dresser whom I’d spoken to there once before.  Smiling, I invited her to sit down beside me on the bench while the others looked on enviously.  She thanked me for letting her sit down and we made some jokes about me guarding the entrance.  In fact the running joke between Padme and I for most of the evening was that I got to be the gatekeeper, and would only grant access to those whom I favoured.

One of the men watching was masturbating very close to one of my feet, because I had my legs crossed which put my foot almost directly under his exposed junk.  I remarked to my new friend (the cross-dresser, who probably needs a name, so I’ll call her Nikki) that if the guy came on my shoe I was going to crop him, hard, right on the cock.  He must have heard me because he seemed a little flustered and not sure what to do.  Nikki giggled and told me I should tap him on the cock with it anyway, and we both laughed.  She’s a bad one, she kept telling me to do it and I kept saying “No way!  You’re terrible!!!” and then we’d giggle some more.

Padme and her friend eventually got finished, after the whole club heard her screaming I am sure.  She’s a LOUD cummer, LOL.  While she went to get cleaned up, Nikki and I went downstairs and I pulled the spanking bench out from behind the curtain.  Nikki stripped down to her adorable bra and panties and up on the bench she went.

Having never played with her before I made sure to warm her up good.  I also paused to ask her how she was doing and if she wanted it harder/lighter, and that sort of thing.  She really seemed to be enjoying herself, and it wasn’t long before Padme returned and joined me in the exquisite torture of our willing victim.

There was also some play which involved Padme bent over, side by side with Nikki, and I was spanking them both simultaneously.  That was pretty neat really, LOL, and they seemed to enjoy it.  My concept of time was a little off, so I’m not sure how long we played like that, but we had drawn a bit of a crowd.  Eventually Nikki was finished her turn, and after she got off I jokingly swatted the bench with my crop and shouted “Who is next?”

Well this little old Asian guy standing near the stage stripped so fast I barely had time to realise what was happening.  Up on the bench he jumped in all his half-naked glory, with his man bits exposed for the whole room to see.  I just chuckled and started in on him.  I had my crop and also a small leather flogger, plus I used my hands.  Padme was complaining that she wanted a turn but I made her wait for it.  The guy seemed to really be enjoying himself, although it was a little too tempting to really go to town on his dangly parts with my crop, HA HA.

423. Spank a total stranger

When I grew bored of beating on his ass, I dismissed him, and he slinked away to get dressed again.  Padme was next on the bench, and I didn’t even bother with a warm up, I just laid into her with the crop and the flogger.  While I was doing this, a kind of odd guy came up, and he stood near her back end where I was working and looked generally confused.  He seemed to be trying to edge in as close as he could without getting the the way of my crop.  I was standing to one side of Padme’s ass, up on the stage, and he was standing on the floor directly across from me, on the other side of her.

Then, he reached out and put his hand on her leg, and I reacted in a split second, smacking him across the face with my crop.  Like literally, right on the cheek.  Not too hard, but certainly he made an impression.

“Do NOT touch without asking” I growled.  He stepped back, clearly startled.  I just glared at him, I wanted it to be completely clear to him and anyone else who was watching that I would not tolerate that sort of behaviour.  There are signs all over the club which clearly state that touching is not allowed unless there is a clear invitation, and in this case, there certainly was not.

He backed away, but returned later to pester us some more.  I shooed him away after he asked Padme to suck his dick.  Seriously buddy, get a clue!

I was getting played out from all the beatings I’d been giving, and finally decided to take a break.  I left Nikki and Padme while I headed outside for some air.  Who should I run into out there?  The clueless guy, of course!

“You know what the trouble with this club is” he said, clearly annoyed “the women don’t participate!”

I just chuckled.

“Sure they do.  Just not with YOU” I replied with a smirk.

He just shook his head and wandered off, dejected.  You know he was good looking too, so it’s a shame he was such a moron.  I mean what does he expect?  To go to a club and have women falling all over him and just fucking anything that moves?  Does that really happen anywhere in real life besides carefully organised private parties??  Somehow I doubt it.  99% of the women I know are a little more discriminating than that.

The night was winding down when I went back inside.  We gathered our things, said our goodbyes, and then Padme and I staggered back to our hotel, totally exhausted.  We barely made it up to our room before we collapsed.

However, we were STARVING, so I began searching online for pizza joints that still delivered at 3:30am.  Finally I found one, ordered a large chicken and cheese, and then promptly passed out.  Padme was already mostly asleep in bed, but she nudged me awake some time later, saying she thought the pizza was there.  I staggered to the door and took the pizza, paid, and then brought it into the room.

“Pizza is here” I said, then set it down on the chair.  Padme didn’t stir and I thought to myself “I’ll just lay down for a minute and then eat something”.  A minute tuned into four hours, and before I knew it, we were rolling out of bed to get the next day started.

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Friday morning was nice and relaxing.  Padme and I shared coffee and had a nice long talk.  It was so wonderful having our morning coffee together, face to face.  We sat at my kitchen table and just chatted away, like we’d done it dozens of times before.  I hadn’t been sure how easily our ‘online’ friendship would translate into real life, but in my opinion it was totally comfortable and relaxed.

We’d planned for homemade margaritas and hot oil fondue that evening, so off to the grocery store we went.  I picked up seafood and meat and some veggies, plus canola oil and tempura batter mix.  We made a stop at the LCBO for tequila, and I grabbed some vodka and gin for the following evening as well.  She and I planned to have some drinks at the hotel before going out (since we planned to take our time getting ready and it’s cheaper than the bar anyway).

Padme had no idea that I’d scheduled her tattoo appointment for later that  evening.  I’d made all the arrangements and picked out a design for her, and somehow managed to keep it all a secret.  I informed her that we would be leaving at around 4pm for Thrive Studios, so that she could get her new ink.  The look on her face was priceless, and I knew she was going to be a nervous mess.

She sat at my breakfast bar and we chatted while I cut up pork loin and chicken breast into bite-sized pieces for later that night.  I just love fondue, but we don’t have them too often since it’s more of a social, group activity.

At the appointed hour we drove out to Cambridge and parked at the shop.  While we waited for her artist to get ready, I had Jesse quickly change out the jewelry in my double labret piercing.  They always put extra long ‘posts’ in to begin with, so there is room for swelling.  Once the risk of infection has decreased (they tend to act up most when they are fresh and more vulnerable) then shorter posts can be put in.

I had the kids with me for the first part of her session, so I wasn’t able to sit with her.  Jack came and fetched them as soon as he possibly could, so I got to see her get the coloring done, which basically took just as long as the outline and shading.

Even though I’ve got a couple of tattoos myself, and many of my friends are sporting some body art, I’ve never actually seen someone getting it done in person (save for a few moments while walking through a tattoo shop).  I’d been curious about really sharing the experience with someone, since I know how intense it can be for me, which is why I’d put it on my bucket list:

375. Watch someone get a tattoo

Padme seemed really thrilled with it all.  She loved the design I picked out for her, and her artist was so talented.  He made sure she took a few breathers, which I’m sure she appreciated.  I remember how really painful my first tattoo was, right on the spine in the middle of my back.  Still, totally worth it, and I think she left feeling the same way about hers.

The endorphin rush lasted most of the evening for her, which just made me smile.  Every time I get something done, I feel high for hours afterwards.

She managed to eat some at supper, and really enjoyed the strawberry margaritas we made.  I think I’ve finally mastered the right proportions with our margarita maker, since they were super yummy and went very well with the fondue.

For those of you that don’t know, fondue takes quite a long time as far as meals go.  Essentially you are cooking very small pieces of meat and vegetables in hot oil, one at a time, which requires a bit of patience.  The process is slow, but overall I think you eat less because your body has time to feel full, and it’s easier to avoid eating waaaay too much.

After we finished eating and drinking Padme and I wanted to round up some of our things for our night in Toronto.  I gave her a tour of my toy collection, which she seemed to enjoy.  There was one toy in particular, which I have not reviewed here yet, that she was very enamoured with.  I decided to let her give it a go, you know, in the name of getting a ’second opinion’ as it were.  She was quite thrilled with it, and seemed to enjoy herself very, very much.  Watch for that review in the coming weeks

The tequila and the orgasm and the excitement of the day seemed to tire her out, and after I tucked her in, I drug myself up to bed as well.  Getting a good nights sleep was very important, since we had a ton of plans for Saturday and would certainly need the energy.

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So much awesome packed into so little weekend.

You know, generally I spend weekends without Jack moping about, feeling lonely and forlorn.  This time, however, a great time was had by the kids and myself, and I feel really great about that.  Particularly for them, because they miss their dad, and I’m glad I could keep them busy during the time he was away.

On Friday evening Varick arrived about an hour after I’d cajoled the young ones into bed for the night.  For some reason I was intensely nervous about having him over, although excited at the same time.  Padme kept me company on MSN while I had a gin and lemonade and waited.  She certainly wasn’t helping my nerves, teasing me quite a few times about him coming over and what was going to happen.  She’s a brat that one

When finally he was upon my doorstep I wished her a good night and logged off.  I showed him in and he complimented me on the house and how nice it is.  If he was nervous he certainly didn’t show it, pulling me to him for a long, eager kiss.

I was feeling sweaty and sticky from the humidity, and all the running around I’d done that day, so I told him I wanted to have a shower.  He accompanied me upstairs to our bathroom, marveling over the house the entire way.  I stripped down and turned on the water.  There is a huge mirror over the double sinks in our bathroom, and perhaps he’d noticed me glance at myself and then look away, but he practically commanded me to turn around and take a good long look while he stood behind me, cupping my breasts and kissing my neck.  Now, I’ve really worked hard when it comes to my body issues, but they seem to creep in on me, particularly when I’m with someone new.  I can’t say if he picked up on it and was just trying to make a point (he also commented on how hot I looked while he forced me to stare at myself in the mirror) or if he just assumed I enjoy my own reflection, particularly when there is an attractive young man groping me from behind.  Either way it was an interesting couple of moments before he released me and gave me a smack on the butt while I got in the shower.

Feeling much cleaner and cooler afterwards, we sat down on the tantra chair together, him resting in the crook and me straddling his legs while perched on the small hump.  We kissed and talked and were playful with each other for a while.  He told me about this other woman that he’s interested in, and I made sure to be encouraging, particularly when he remarked that Deja had seemed displeased at the idea of him playing with anyone else.  Gods love her for being so protective of me.

I told him that I would talk to Deja so that she understood that there is no need for her to play guard dog on my behalf.  I don’t mind Varick playing the field as it were, and actually I prefer that he avoid wanting to settle down any time soon and that would not bode well for he and I.

Later, after I’d turned him to mush with my fingers and hands, we laid together, talking softly, twined around each other like strands of barbed wire.  We both require vast amounts of cuddling, a mutual need that I’m quite pleased exists because we spend an awful lot of time very close to each other, which certainly strengthens this little bond I’m fostering between us.

When I finally revealed that I care about him a great deal he smiled and said “Well, just don’t fall in love with me.”

“Oh?  Would that really be so horrible?” I asked, nudging his nose with mine.  “It could happen you know.”

“It happens to me all the time” he said, and his eyes were laughing now, so I bit him on the chin.

Yeah we have this thing where I bite his chin all the time and he bites my nose.  We are weird.

Varick isn’t particularly good at verbally expressing himself, but his tone and his touch told me everything I needed to know in that moment.  We both know this isn’t going to last forever, but he’s ok with me having feelings for him, and I’m at peace with the fact that what we have is really beautiful in the now, and I’m just going to enjoy it for what it is and not stress about tomorrow or next week (more on that to come).

We talked about poly a little bit, and I wasn’t at all surprised to learn that he’s not sure he could manage it outside of our current context.  He doesn’t think that he could share if he was in a serious relationship with a woman (a woman that didn’t come as part of a set like I do, LOL) but I think most people think the same way when they really don’t know any different.  Poly isn’t a concept he had heard of before, nor is he terribly familiar with how it all works.  I’m thinking that when he’s done with the two current books I’ve loaned him, I’ll be passing him my copy of The Ethical Slut, if only to expand his mind a little more in the way of alternative relationships.

Eventually talking and cuddling led to more lascivious things and I found myself once again writhing with exquisite pleasure while his hand was inside of me.  He seems to have taken to this fisting business like a duck to water, and I was quite certain I was about to make quite a mess all over him when I came, but I think the ability to squirt just isn’t possible for me just yet.  Certainly I can’t complain about the incredible orgasm that rippled through me moments later, leaving me panting and light headed.

He’d been stroking his cock while he’d been down there between my legs, and while I was still twitching from the after shocks of my climax, he knelt up and ejaculated all over my quivering body.  He almost hit me in the face, but fell about an inch short.

After we got cleaned up, we snuggled a little longer before he had to call it a night.  He had to work the next day after all.  He promised he would come back the following evening, and hopefully he’d have a chance to nap after work so that he could survive another night with me

I felt great when I woke up yesterday morning, since the kids had allowed me to sleep in for an hour, and I’d managed to get just the right amount of sleep.  We decided to go to the lake after breakfast and spend the morning playing in the sand and basking in the gorgeous weather.  I rounded up our beach towels, the sun block, bottled water, and a pail with shovels, and off we went.

Unknown to me, the beach we’d planned to go to was hosting dragon boat races.  It was no matter, since it wasn’t crowded, and they were playing music from the commentators tent, which was actually very enjoyable.

The kids were beside themselves with excitement.  I set up towels and parked myself in a sunny spot near the water while they ventured out a short ways into the lake.  I took some photos with my phone and sent them to Jack, telling him that we missed him and wished he was with us.  Sometimes my sappiness is almost nauseating, as I wrote “I <3 U” in the sand with a stick, snapped a picture, and sent it to his cell phone.

 We spent a couple of hours constructing and destroying sand castles, digging moats and filling them with water, and splashing in the waves.  Then it was time to go home and have some lunch and see what else we could get up to for the afternoon.

I decided to give Nia a call and see if she wanted to go on an unplanned adventure with me to pick up a drum from Tribal Thunder, since a drum circle practice is planned for today and I really wanted to be able to participate.  Naturally she agreed to come with me, and so our afternoon expedition began.

Nia and I are both a bit directionally challenged, and although I’d written down directions to the workshop, we took a bit of a detour and then the low fuel light came on in the van and there were about 10 minutes of uncertainty over finding a gas station before we got ourselves even more turned around.

Fortunately we did not end up stranded, and one of the attendants at the station we came across was able to advise us on how to find the street we were looking for.

The kids were quite fascinated with the shop where the amazing people from Tribal Thunder build their drums.  The little ones each got a set of mallets and an Oscar™ drum to play on while the rest of us visited.

I ended up getting an Ashiko Pony drum, which I had wanted very badly.  I’d gone there expecting to come home with a Djembe, because they were out of the Pony style, but as it happened, I was able to purchase the drum I connected with at my first even drumming experience.  This particular drum is very special and has an incredible story.  I’d planned to write about it here, but somehow that just feels…inappropriate.  It’s not the sort of drum you could ever just purchase anywhere else, as there were very few of them made (around a dozen if I remember correctly) and that’s about all I will say.

Nia had a prior engagement to get to, so we bid everyone goodbye and promised to visit again soon (which I certainly will since I want to get a harness made, which makes it possible to play the drum standing up).  I dropped Nia off where she needed to be and then took the rugrats home for supper and then bed.

I was nervous again, although less so than the night before, about Varick’s arrival.  My stomach was in knots, which was silly really, since there was nothing to be so worked up over.  I chatted to Padme again for a few moments, and then got cleaned up and paced about until he was at the door.

He hadn’t napped and I was a little exhausted from the very full day I’d had, so we decided to relax together and watch a movie.  I’d planned for a bath but it was far too hot for anything like that, so we settled for stretching out half naked beside each other on the bed, with the air conditioning on, and we watched Unbreakable.  It wasn’t a terrible movie actually, I quite enjoyed it.

Following the movie we had a snack in the kitchen and then watched some episodes of KINK and A Girl’s Guide to 21st Century Sex.  We dozed some, since it was already getting late and were were both tired.  It was really nice to have company with Jack being out of town.

After a few mutual sexual advances, an orgasm for me and a blow job for him, I ended up bent over the big hump of the tantra chair while he fucked me from behind.  I groaned and pushed back against him, encouraging him to fuck me harder, and faster.  He seemed a little uncertain of himself, not unlike the other not so experienced males I’ve been with, but overall it was a great deal of fun and we were both well satisfied.  Let me tell you, that boy deserves a medal or something for distance, because I swear if I measured how far away from us I found droplets of cum, it would be at least four feet or so (he was quite pleased by this, LOL).

The sun was starting to break on the horizon, which meant it was time for him to go.  We got ourselves sorted out and I made him promise to text me once he got home so that I would know that he made is safely.  I’m a little tired today, although we did manage to get in a little sleeping, off and on.  It’s worth it at any rate, and I can always have a nap once the kids are in bed, while I wait for Jack to get home from his trip this evening.

I spoke to Nia yesterday during our travels to and from the drum shop.  I’d been thinking a lot about the situation while I was out at the beach with the kids, and I feel like I’ve come to some sort of understanding about my emotions and the situation.  I’m often too cynical to put much stock in fate or anything that can’t be explained away with logic, but I honestly believe that Varick is a different story.  I get the impression (not from him, but from somewhere in my soul) that this is meant to be a temporary relationship, and that he has come into my life so that I can serve some purpose for him.  Perhaps restoring his faith in people, which he lost along the way, due to circumstances that he shared with me but I don’t feel inclined to write about here.  He has a few wounds that need healing before he can go on to a healthy and positive relationship, and I think right now he’s in the healing phase and perhaps I am part of the plan to facilitate that for him.  This all sounds totally insane to me by the way, even as a write it, but I can’t help myself it would seem, I think this is what is supposed to happen, and I’m ok with that.  I’m just going to keep caring for him, and let the chips fall where they may.

Now I only have a couple of days to recover and then Padme will be arriving and we’ll be off for quite an ambitious weekend.  I’m so excited I can hardly stand it.  Thursday can’t get here fast enough!  I won’t be blogging much (or probably at all for that matter) over the weekend, but I’ll be keeping up with Twitter, so you can check in for my daily Tweet digests and find out what we’re up to

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This weekend certainly presented me with a LOT of interesting things to contemplate, and to write about.  Really the best kind of weekend as far as I am concerned, even if it wasn’t exactly as planned.

On Friday night I was at home with Jack.  We had a couple of margaritas and watched some TV.  He was tired and remarked about going to bed early, while I sat about feeling a little angsty about Varick and wondering what Saturday would hold for us.

“Why don’t you call him and go out tonight?” Jack enquired.  I know that he sometimes feels badly about wanting to go to bed early on Friday nights, while I finally feel like I’m getting a break, and thus, highly energetic.

I felt like maybe asking him out, last minute, when I was going to be seeing him the next day seemed a little, overeager.  So I sent him a text message:

“Hey Varick, it’s Shasta.  Just wondering what you’re up to, and thought maybe you’d like to go for drinks or something, since I feel like getting out of the house”

He called me moments after I’d sent the message.  He said he wasn’t ready to go out but if I didn’t mind waiting for him to get up and shower and such, he wouldn’t mind getting together.  We figured out a place and then about an hour later, off I went to meet him.

I wasn’t sure how to act with him, since I didn’t want to assume our time in the shower implied any sort of togetherness.  I was relieved when he took the initiative of holding my hand and kissing me while we waited for a table.  The waitress led us to a booth, and I sat down, and much to my surprise and pleasure, he sat down beside me and put his arm around me.  We made out like a couple of teenagers, much to the chagrin of nearby patrons.  We didn’t care, and we didn’t overdo it or anything, just plenty of touching noses and kissing while we waited for our food and then again for the bill.

After we’d eaten and paid and stepped outside, there was some debate about what to do next.  I asked him if he felt like going for a drive, which he thought was a most excellent idea.  We got in my van, which just happened to be free of rear seating, due to Jack bringing home a couch with it the other day.  Varick laughed and made some remark about parking somewhere and rolling about in the back.  I was annoyed with myself that I hadn’t heeded Jacks advice to bring at least a blanket along with me for just such an occasion.

We cruised around for a short while before I found a parking lot beside a park, not far from Nia’s.  It didn’t take very long before we ended up in the back, him sitting on the floor and me straddeling his lap and kissing him while we tugged each others shirts off.  I leaned back, closing my eyes and groaning when he took one nipple, and then the other, in his mouth.  I rocked my hips, grinding my crotch against his, and I could feel his very hard cock through his jeans.

Having only slept with that one other woman, I could tell he was a little nervous, so I didn’t mind leading a little when it came down to it.  I reached between us to unbuckle his belt, and then pulled his pants off with a little maneuvering on both our parts.  I looked into his eyes while I took his cock in my hand and started stroking him.

Then I lowered my head and took him in my mouth.  He laid back, gasping and moaning, while I pleasured him with my tongue and lips.  I was pleased that he’s not the silent type, you know, the guys who never make a peep when you’re being intimate with them.  That always freaks me out, since I never know how to gauge what the like or don’t like, or if they are even enjoying themselves.

I sucked his cock until he sat up and growled “I want to fuck you, NOW!” then he paused and said “Please tell me you brought condoms because I didn’t really expect this”.  He chuckled sheepishly, which is just way too cute for words.  I kind of wanted to toy with him and tell him that I hadn’t, but I decided to be kind and not give him a rough time.

“Of course I did” I said with a smirk.  That’s me, generally prepared for such events, LOL.

He was already on his back, and he asked if I would mind being on top.  Nope, not one bit :P  We arranged ourselves and then I took his cock in my hand and guided it inside of me.  He moaned, lifting his hips to meet the insides of my thighs.  We were off to the races, and I hoped that he wasn’t feeling too anxious about what we were doing.

He wasn’t shy about holding my hips and setting the pace, which I love, since I can’t handle it when a guy just lays there.  Let me tell you, I was REALLY wishing I’d brought something for us to lay on, since the van carpet is hell on the knees.

He commented on how wet I was, which I suppose I should start warning people about, lest they find themselves in the same position he was, only to discover that having me on top means that they will be literally coated in pussy juice from belly button to mid-thigh.  I know that Jack personally loves how he can feel it dripping down his balls when I ride his cock like that.  Varick seemed quite pleased at any rate, which was a relief, because believe it or not, some guys get really weirded out when it comes to the volume of my pussy juice.  Can you imagine?  It’s not even like I squirt or anything fancy like that.

Eventually we switched places.  He settled between my legs and thrust into me hard.  He fucked me enthusiastically while I arched into him, my fingers digging into the muscles of his back.  He may not have a ton of experience, but clearly he seems to have learned well thus far.

When finally he collapsed beside me, breathing hard, and grinning like the cat who ate the canary, I propped myself up on one elbow and watched him recover.  He smiled at me, and once he’d caught his breath, he pushed me onto my back and kissed my neck, his fingers trailing over my skin.  When he brushed over my pussy lips, ever so lightly, I felt like I might climb out of my skin.

“I love how responsive you are” he whispered, while he nibbled my ear lobe and pushed his fingers into my cunt.  All I could do was groan and beg him for more, and he was happy to oblige.  He sure knows his way around a pussy, and I noticed that he picked up on my responses to his techniques, repeating things I seemed to really like and giving up on others that I didn’t seem to enjoy as much.

When I came for him, shuddering and writhing madly, he held me tight against him.  It was so intense, and it took me some time to stop shaking afterwards.  He seemed pleased with himself, and I certainly wasn’t complaining at all.  We held each other and talked quietly for quite a while.  He had to pee, and after he got back into the van I had him sit against my chest so that I could give him a nice long shoulder massage.  I could feel him relaxing against me while I kneaded his sore muscles.  We talked about our families and where we grew up, exchanging questions and answers and generally getting to know each other better.  I let my fingers wander over his collar bones and all over his chest.  He melted into my arms, content to let me spoil him a little, and I took full advantage, working him into a mass of putty.

“If you’re trying to get me aroused…it’s not working” he laughed.  I just kissed trailed kisses over the back of his neck and told him I wanted nothing more than to make him feel good.  He turned and kissed me, which led to making out, and then stretching out beside each other and touching and stroking.  He started in on my pussy again, sinking two fingers into the tight and slippery depths.  I whimpered into his neck and thrust my hips into this hand.  When he bit down on one very erect nipple I cried out, which apparently meant for him to push another finger into me.

When he added another finger I spread my legs wide for him, squirming and moaning like a wanton whore.  I reveled in the way he was stretching my pussy walls, opening me up and making my insides flutter with anticipation.

“Have you ever been fisted?” he asked, with some trepidation.  I nodded in my hyper-aroused delirium.  “By Jack?” he enquired, to which I nodded again.

Now, as an aside, fisting is something that Jack and I have kept sacred between the two of us.  Not because it’s a rule, but because I’ve never trusted anyone else to understand that it’s not just a sex act.  Fisting is something really intense for me, something that grips hold of my guts and squeezes when I think about it.  It’s like letting someone into sacred space, and trusting them not to trash the place while they are visiting.  There are also a number of physical risks involved, it’s not something to be taken lightly.

Anyway, back to the story.

He asked me if I was ok with him trying it.  After thinking about it for a moment, I decided that I felt comfortable with him.  I’m not sure why, maybe it’s all the NRE or the fact that I was so turned on I could have turned myself inside out.  At any rate, he settled between my legs and very gently began working his hand into my cunt.

He paused frequently to make sure I was ok.  Watching my face the entire time for the slightest wince or look of displeasure.  His hands are significantly smaller than Jacks, but it’s still a process.  When I would feel a pinch or any uncomfortable sensation I told him so and he would back it off some, giving me a minute to relax some more or to shift myself, or to get some more lubrication going.  He was so careful with me, and when finally I felt his hand slide inside, I groaned gutturally and laid still, taking in the sensation.

I told him that some back and forth movement was ok, but that ‘twisting’ his hand was a little uncomfortable.  He just seemed totally amazed that this whole act was even possible.  He moved his hand inside of me and I lifted my hips, grunting and clenching my jaw.  It felt so intense I can’t even find the words to describe it to you.  I felt like I was going to cum, and I’m pretty sure had I been able to really let go, I would have gushed a fair amount of liquid all over him.  I still struggle with that, but I know I’ll get past it eventually.  I recognized the sensation, and just totally enjoyed it for what it was.  I thought I might explode, or climb the wall.

The orgasm built quickly, and when it crashed down on me, my vaginal walls clamped down on his hand like a vice.  Afterwards he said it was almost painful, yet totally mind blowing all at the same time.  I came long, and hard, and loudly!  When finally he very carefully pulled away from me, I lay there shaking all over, the aftershocks rippling through me.  I felt incredibly vulnerable, and I felt a few hot tears rolling down my cheeks.  It wasn’t a sad cry, just a very very overwhelming moment, because I’d never done that with anyone else, and I wasn’t sure how Varick was going to act afterwards.

I didn’t let on that I was feeling particularly emotional, and it was too dark for him to see, and I think perhaps he was was still trying to process for himself what had just happened.  He laid down beside me and took me in his arms.

“I want to hold you” he said, gathering me close to his chest and kissing me on the forehead.  I was relieved that he was being sensitive to my emotions at that moment and I happily squished against him as tightly as I could.

Our post-orgasmic bliss was broken only moments later when a beam of light flickered through the window and someone tapped on the glass.

Varick looked up and said “Oh…Fuck…um, it’s a cop”

Great. JUST. BLOODY. GREAT!

Sure enough a police car was parked beside us, and standing outside of the window was a young male officer.

We scrambled to get some clothes on, both of us cursing quietly and feeling totally ill about being busted.  Once we’d arranged ourselves enough to be decent, I slid open the side door and hung my head with utter embarrassment.

“How’s your night going folks?” the cop asked.  I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, but he didn’t sound especially stern.  I got the impression he was amused.

“Ok I guess” I mumbled sheepishly.

“Better than mine by the looks of it” he replied with a smirk.  Varick and I chuckled nervously and exchanged glances.

“Well” the officer said, after a brief pause “No one over there complained about you guys being parked here, which means I don’t have to charge you”.  He motioned to the row of houses across the street as he said it, and I felt myself let out a sigh of relief.  “However, this isn’t the best place to be getting into it you know” he added, and I’m certain he was smiling.

“Yes sir” I replied, nodding “we’re going to get out of here”.

“Alright, have a good night then” he said, and got back into his car.  I closed the van door, and then looked at Varick.  We both laughed, and just shook our heads.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe that just happened” I said, climbing into the front seat.  Varick followed me, still laughing.

“That’ll be a story for the grandkids” he remarked cheekily.  I just rolled my eyes and pulled out of the parking area.

I took him back to his car, I think we were both totally blown away by the fact that not only did we just experience something quite embarrassing, but that we’d been let off with a warning.

“It’s probably because you’re so hot, and naked” Varick pointed out with a grin.  “Good thing he didn’t arrive 5 minutes earlier to find me wrist-deep in your pussy”.

Yeah, that would have been a LOT worse actually.

We kissed goodbye and I told him I’d see him in 11 hours or so, and to get some rest.  We headed off in different directions to our respective homes, and I giggled the entire way, reliving the exchange with the cop several times over.  I still can’t believe it.

I intend to write about yesterday as well, but it’ll have to wait for another post because this one is plenty long as it is.  Check back tomorrow for yet another crazy adventure (yes Saturday presented a ton of interesting highs and lows as well).

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If you don’t know how it feels to wake up sore all over from a good beating the night before, you don’t know what you’re missing.

After my post yesterday, I drove out to Deja’s place for an evening of kinky fun.  I’ve decided that the young Dom needs a name, for purposes of this story and perhaps future ones.  After some digging through one of my favorite books for name inspiration, I’ve settled on Varick.

I arrived at Deja’s promptly at 7:30pm and Varick walked in the door only moments after Deja and I had exchanged hugs and she had introduced me to her submissive, who happened to be visiting for the weekend.

Varick and Deja and I sat down in the living room to talk while her submissive fixed us some drinks.  Deja discussed with Varick the importance of communication before a scene.  She coached him through some questions to ask me, such a my soft and hard limits, what things I had experienced or wanted to experience, and what I was hoping to get out of the scene.  We talked about safewords (we are all partial to the colors system: green=keep going, yellow=I need a moment/I need to communicate something, red=STOP!) and the importance of checking in frequently with a sub the first time you play with him/her.

Aftercare was covered, and we made sure that Varick understood that at least half of the end result of a scene was influenced by how well aftercare is carried out.  A submissive can end up feeling really good about a scene that perhaps wasn’t that great in terms of length, intensity, etc if the aftercare was especially attentive.  Likewise a lack of proper aftercare will leave most submissives with mixed or negative feelings, even if the scene was very good.

Deja offered to do a quick scene with her submissive before Varick and I played with each other.  We all went up to her dungeon and she began the scene.  Varick and I sat and watched and then she had Varick try out some of the techniques on her submissive, so that he could get a feel for the floggers and crops and other fun toys.  Deja did a little bit of electrical play as well with one of those bug zapper things (yes it’s safe, if you know what you are doing) and finished off with a caning that even had me twitching.  I don’t mind caning, but yowch, I don’t think I could tolerate that many stripes.

She showed Varick the proper way to take someone off the St. Andrew’s Cross, which is very important as some submissives have difficulty standing, walking, or paying attention after a scene has ended.

Then it was my turn.  I’d put on my wrist cuffs, but I was soooooo nervous about getting naked infront of them.  Deja just smiled and told Varick to blindfold me, and she gave me a big hug, which made me feel more confident.  Once the blindfold was on, I stripped down to my thong underwear and Varick led me to the cross.  Before he attached my cuffs to the rings on the cross, he asked me if I was ready.  I nodded that I was and he clipped both my cuffs to the arms of the cross.

He started with a really good warm up, using some of the softer floggers and also his hand to get my back and bum and legs ready.  He commented on what great legs I have, and what a ‘rock-hard’ ass.  I’m sure I blushed a few times as his hands brushed over my skin.

He seemed particularly enamoured with my nipples, several times during the warm up he reached around to caress my breasts and then tweak one of my nipples, making me gasp or whimper.  During one of those moment, rather than him pinching, he attached a clamp and I gritted my teeth and stiffened up.  He held onto me while I sucked in really deep breaths, adjusting to the intensity of them.  He asked me what color I was at, I said green, but that I needed a moment or two to get used to the one before he could put on the other.  Deja made sure I was ok with it, even though I had consented to nipple torture earlier during our conversation.  When I was ready he clamped the other one and held me again while I struggled to accept the pain.  I wanted badly to ask him to take them off, since I know he would have, but I also wanted badly to accept them gracefully.  I knew I could handle them, at least for a few minutes.

He started flogging me with some of the harder floggers.  All I could focus on was the pain in my nipples, which had since dulled to a steady throb.  I started to feel my head swimming, and there was no pain in my back or ass where he was working away with progressively heavier and stingier implements.  I zoned out some, although it’s difficult for me to go to deep when I have to stand up.

He tweaked one of the clamps which made me writhe and yelp.  He asked me what color I was and I said green.  He asked me how I was doing and I assured him I was happy with how the scene was progressing.  He asked me to spread my legs and then he flogged my pussy through my underwear a few times making my legs quiver and threaten to buckle.

Then there was cropping.  By that time I felt that I was going to have to ask him to remove the clamps which were beginning to become extremely painful.  I decided to wait until he checked in with me again.  After a few swats with the crop he asked me how I was doing.  I told him that overall I was green, although my nipples were ready to call yellow.  He asked if I wanted the clamps off, and I said yes, please.  He gave them each a good squeeze, making me squirm against him, before removing them one at a time.

I noticed that his confidence grew as we played.  Unlike some of the other would-be Doms I’ve played with, he made me believe it.  I had remarked to him earlier that 2/3 of being a good Dominant is attitude.  It’s not about being aggressive, or bossy, or pushy, or arrogant.  The good Doms I’ve met, the ones who tell me that they identify as Dominant and just exude that vibe, were all gentle in their manor, very polite and not at all trying to come of as this or that.  I told Varick that he had to show me that he deserved my respect, that he needed to do it in a way that didn’t make me want to roll my eyes or laugh in his face.  He certainly got there, and although he still has a long way to being a great Dom, he’s headed in the right direction, no doubt.

But I digress

While he was flogging me I suddenly felt a very sharp, very intense heat, for only a moment, in a very small spot on my back.  I knew immediately that Deja had shocked me with her damned bug zapper.  I hollered and squirmed, protesting loudly.  She gave me two more good zaps before I called yellow, although I was laughing, and not really in distress.  I knew she was just doing it to surprise me and it certainly worked.  I am certain I could have taken more, but she made her point and I didn’t want to let her have too much fun back there with her electrical toys.

Then there was some strapping after that, which was damn painful.  Thankfully he didn’t carry on too long with that, although I was getting to the point when I had the giggles, which is what happens sometimes when I am trying to process pain.  It went something like this:

SMACK

Shasta: FUCK!  <giggling>

SMACK

Shasta: <hissing through clenched teeth> You’re such an asshole

SMACK

Shasta: <maniacle giggling>

SMACK

Shasta: FUCK!  God damn that hurts <more giggling>

My laughing only made him go harder.  After the strapping he switched to some other sensation play items, including this one furry thing that, unknown to us, had tacks embedded in the fur.  We had assumed they were just pointy plastic things, but when the blood started flowing it became very clear that that was not the case.

He felt badly, but he hadn’t done too much damage, about 30 tack-sized holes in each ass cheek where he’d spanked me with the furry toy from hell.  When Deja saw my rear, bleeding quite generously, she wasn’t sure what the hell we’d be up to.  She said she had stepped out for a few minutes and heard me laughing, and assumed all was well.  At any rate, play was ended, Varick very carefully unhooked me from the cross, wrapped me up in a blanket, and then we got my butt cleaned up and I got dressed.

He was very good with aftercare, he held me and petted me and made sure I was ok.  He got me a bottle of water and gave me plenty of cuddles.

I felt really good about the scene and he also thought it went very well (aside from that bit at the end, LOL).  Deja suggested he let me play on him a little, so that he could experience what it was like to be on the business end of those toys.

He also seemed nervous about getting undressed, and opted out of being restrained.  Once he was properly disrobed and braced against the cross, and blindfolded, I went to work.  It was his first time so we did quite a long warm up.  I checked in often with him, especially when I changed implements.  He did very well, although about part way through the heavier floggers he decided he’d had enough.  I ran my hands over his back, which was quite red, and gave his bum a pinch before I took off his blindfold and let him get dressed.

We all went back downstairs for snacks and to discuss what had happened.  We talked about the scenes and about his experience being on the receiving end.  It was really nice to go over everything, and have more time for cuddling!

Once we’d all eaten a bit, Deja asked Varick if he’d let us make a plaster cast of his butt!  She’d learned plaster casting recently, and knowing that I am crafty, she asked if I’d like to learn too.  After some prodding on our part, he finally consented.

Up onto the kitchen table he went.  Deja’s sub had covered it in plastic and prepared the needed supplies.  He stripped from the waist down and then we hiked his shirt up.  Deja and I had a great time laying layers of wet, plaster covered fabric strips on his ass.  He quivered, trying not to wriggle, and suppressing his laughter when we touched a tickly spot.

Once it was dry, it occurred to us that there was an awful lot of hair going to be pulled out as this plaster shell was pulled off.  I stood by his head and he held on tight to me while Deja pried the thing off, a little at a time.  It looked pretty painful, I felt bad for the guy.

Finally it was off and Deja’s sub took it away to finish drying.  Varick was covered in bits of plaster and so Deja sent him off to shower, telling me to go along and help him get cleaned up.  He and I exchanged glances and off we went.

He took off his shirt, and hopped into the shower.  He’s got a very physically demanding job, and it shows.  His arms are very toned, he has a fabulous back, and his ass, needless to say made a very impressive object for casting.  He got the water going while I stripped down and got in with him.  There was a somewhat awkward pause, and then I remarked cheekily that I ‘don’t usually go this far on the third date’.  We both laughed and then he kissed me, which led to some really hot making out.  He’s a very good kisser.  I couldn’t resist, even though my still rather tender piercings were complaining loudly at all the activity my lips were doing.

We stopped long enough to make a half-hearted attempt at actually cleaning the plaster off of his backside before we started kissing again and then his fingers found their way between my legs and my hand was on his cock and we were moaning and whimpering into each others mouths.

It didn’t take him long to coax an orgasm out of me, and I’m surprised I didn’t collapse in the shower from the intensity of it.  He held onto me tightly while I regained my composure, and then smiled, remarking on how fortunate he was to have met me, and that he never imagined being lucky enough to end up naked with me in a shower.

The water had turned cold and so we got out and dried off, getting dressed and then hugging and kissing a little more before we went downstairs.  Deja and her sub were watching TV.  She asked me if I had a good time, and what could I say?  I had a wonderful time, she grinned and gave me a wink.

Varick and I left after hugs and kisses from Deja.  He drove me to my car since I’d parked about half a block away.  We kissed some more before I gave him my number and wished him good night.

I called Jack to let him know I was on my way home.  Today he remarked that I had sounded ‘over the moon’ on the phone, which makes me laugh, because certainly I felt like I was.

Today I woke up sore all over, from the drumming, and from the playing, and it was the most satisfying ’sore all over’ feeling I’ve ever had.  Even better than that one summer when Jack and I sodded our yard and we were both barely able to move for 5 days after.

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Beyond the night of the party, I know I haven’t blogged at all about K’s visit or any of the other fun things we did while he was here.  Between actually spending time with him and planning for the party and then having the party and recovering only to fly out to Calgary for an incredible weekend with friends, well, blogging much just wasn’t in the cards.

So, allow me to bring everyone up to speed on the recent happenings

K arrived on Friday evening, and when I met him at the airport it didn’t feel at all like 9 months had passed since we’d last seen each other.  On the drive back to my house we chatted about his flight (he’d never flown in a commercial aircraft before) and about Ontario and what sorts of things we were going to see and do while he was here.  It wasn’t awkward at all, which was nice.

On Friday night was a bit of a different story, LOL.  It had been a long time since the three of us were together and as the clothes started coming off I joked that perhaps I had forgotten how to do it.  Clearly they had not since they fell on me like a pair of starving hyenas, and after that all I remember is cumming while K licked between my legs and Jack nibbled my breasts and nipples.  I think they must have fucked me as well, although I can’t tell you in what order or how many times or for how long, HA HA.

Jack was up bright and early on Saturday morning to pick up F, who had taken the red eye out from Calgary.  When they got back to the house we all visited some and then I headed out for my waxing appointment.  My estetician was quite surprised at the lack of regrowth I had, and commented that I should probably space out my appointments by more than 5 weeks so that there would be something there to yank out next time.

After that was finished I went to pick up Nia and her ex-boyfriend.  He needs a letter or a name or something I suppose…we’ll call him Remi.  They were…um…not out of bed yet so I went to fetch coffee while they got themselves untangled and organised for the day.  We all ended up back at my place so that we could do some preparation for the party on Sunday, and generally hang out together.

Jack and F decided to go shopping for something that Jack could wear to the party.  They were gone until much later that night, while the rest of us wrangled children and made snacks for the big event.  Jack and I own a chocolate fountain and we’d decided to loan it out for the party, so we cut up fruit and so forth to go with that.

Nia and Remi went back to her place around supper time, and once the kids were in bed K and I curled up on the couch to watch TV, which led to being naked, which led to having sex several times in the living room.  Yum!

Sunday was of course the party, which I’ve already written about at length here.  Monday was spent recouperating from the loooooong day prior.  Jack and F went to do some sight seeing before he had to drop her off at the airport.  It was so lovely having her here.  Generally Jack hogs all of her time, so I really enjoyed having a chance to hang out with her more myself.

Once Jack got home from the airport, K and I headed down to Niagara Falls.  It was a somewhat cool day, but not freezing.  There was still a lot of ice on the river at the bottom of the falls.  We strolled along the walk way, and I told him about the Dragon Ritual Drummers and the stories of the dragon that lives behind the Falls.  If you haven’t heard of this drumming group they are totally amazing, and I’ll have one of their songs available for download at the end of this post.  I’m hoping to get in on one of their workshops at a local Pagan Festival this summer.

K and I were both starving, so we headed back to the truck and drove around Niagara to find a place to eat.  We settled on this quiet little pub and grill, which served pretty decent food, and was practically vacant.  We laughed a lot and reminiced a little over good memories from our relationship.  We agreed to avoid topics like P or the downhill slide that resulted in us breaking up.  Water under the bridge really, so there wasn’t any point in rehashing all of that.

After a scenic drive back from Niagara, we decided that we finally had room for dessert.  Casey’s has a mile-high chocolate cake to die for and I’d been craving it for days.  I couldn’t possibly finish it all, and K had ordered the Peanut Brownie Sundae, so I took the rest home for Jack.

Luckily he was still awake when we got home, although cake was the last thing on his mind, LOL.  The three of us had a fabulous threesome (I present photographic evidence, which is more efficient than me blathering on and on. The distortions were necessary to hide body art):

Eventually we all fell asleep, exhausted, but quite satiated.  Can you tell I have a real preference for sex doggy-style?  I think it’s because the boys so love to twist my dreads in their hands and pull my head back while they fuck me like tomorrow will never come.  It’s delicious.  It also allows for spanking, which I enjoy immensely

Tuesday was rather relaxed.  Jack had to work so K and I spent the day recovering from the long weekend.  Tuesday evening was the local kink munch, and K agreed to go with me.  We had a very wonderful time.  I got to visit with some really nice people who I’ve gotten to know at previous events.  A gorgeous Domme, whom I sometimes flirt with, invited me to spend a night in her dungeon.  I’ve never bottomed to a woman before, mainly because I’ve never met one who induced those submissive feelings in me.  Until now.  I’d gladly let her beat on me any night she feels like it, in fact, I intend to take her up on that offer at the first mutually agreeable opportunity.

On Wednesday I woke up feeling…not quite right.  More specifically, my girl parts seemed displeased.  Now, I often joke that I have a stainless steel vagina, because I’ve never had anything go wrong down there.  No irritation, no yeast infections, nothing troublesome in the least, despite some of the strange and varied things I stick up there (I mean sex toys you sickos).  It’s always been perfectly well behaved, the way every pussy should be.

So I passed it off as irritation from ‘overuse’ as V put it ;)  However, after a hot shower and avoiding sex for nearly two days, there was no use trying to pretend.  Something was just not right.  I’d never had a yeast infection before, but after discussing it with Nia I figured that must be the problem.

After thinking about it some, the culprit was decidely the ass-to-vaginal contact that had occurred during the Monday night threesome.  Jack’s penis was in K’s ass and shortly after in my pussy.  Stupid mistake on our parts.  One that I won’t soon repeat.  Let this be a lesson to all of you.  ASS-TO-VAGINA is a BAD BAD BAD idea.  Even if you think your parts are immune to such infections, you’ll be sorry.  I wouldn’t have over-shared all of that with you had it not included a moral

Thursday evening K and I got on a plane at Pearson and headed for Calgary.  It was a good flight, and I couldn’t wait to see V.  That, however, is a story for another post.

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Gathering from the e-mails and Twitter messages I’ve received thus far this week, I can tell that some of you are fairly dying of curiosity over how the sex party went on Sunday night. Perhaps I should be nice and fill you in on the details?

Hmmmmm…

Oh, alright. I figure I’ve made you wait long enough now

Nia, her ex-boyfriend, K, F, and myself arrived at Goodhandy’s early in order to assist with setting up and preparing for the big night. We were all pretty pumped up about it, although I also felt a little like throwing up, since I had to be in the fashion show and that sort of thing makes me nervous.

I had brought a couple of changes of clothes with me for the evening, including this totally fabulous pink and black tutu type skirt that I had made by Black Orchid. It’s short enough for me to wear it with my thigh boots, but it still covers just enough (barely). I’d brought a black tank top to wear with it, along with my sexy little strappy stilettos.

The evening got off to a bit of a slow start, although none of us really minded. People began showing up around 6:30pm and by 7:30pm we had a pretty good crowd, although not as many as the organizers had hoped.

We started getting ready for the fashion show backstage. We had enough models that I only had to wear two pairs of thigh boots for the show. I decided that since it was really about the shoes, I would just wear a white button down dress shirt with a pair of panties and then the boots. The first pair I wore out were latex stiletto heeled boots, which seemed to be a big hit. The second pair were actually my own lace up thigh boots. After the second time I went out I started to feel really ill. It was way too hot in the change room with 6 girls changing outfits as fast as possible. Suddenly I felt like I was going to throw up RIGHT.THAT.MINUTE!

I dashed out of the change room in my shirt and underwear, and out the door to the stairwell. I just needed to cool off and recompose myself, and get some fresh air. Once the nausea passed I felt better, and went back inside. The fashion show was done, and we had a pause in the entertainment schedule, so there was time to mingle and talk to some of the guests. I changed back into my tutu and tank top and went to speak to my friend Rob and his gorgeous girlfriend.

Jack arrived and we spent some time chatting with people. There were a lot of very nice guests in attendance, although I would agree that the numbers weren’t what was originally expected.

The pinata party was next up on the schedule. I provided a blindfold and my great big steel and leather paddle for smacking the thing with. Guests lined up and were blindfolded and got a couple of swings each. That pinata was NOT giving up easily, and it took quite a while to finally break it open. When it eventually let loose there were mini chocolate bars, cock rings, free porn coupons, and condoms everywhere. People seemed to really enjoy that part of the night (Jack included who took a turn with the paddle).

There was a fantastic food spread as well, with a chocolate fountain and tons of fruit. I was afraid to eat anything since my nerves were making my stomach churn, but it all looked fabulous, and everyone seemed to be nibbling a fair amount.

I really, really love the atmosphere at Goodhandy’s and it certainly lends itself well to sexy parties. If you haven’t been to one of their I Love Sex parties, I highly recommend checking it out.

F, myself, and some of the other staff on hand took turns minding the door. Since Jack couldn’t stay too late F told us we should go off and have some fun. Who was I to argue?

I led him upstairs with me to the private booths on the second floor. At first we left the curtain open while I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. I started giving him a blow job, when this random dude came up to the front of the booth and basically stood right inside watching. Now I’m not bashful, but the idea is to give people space while they play. He asked if he could join in and Jack said no, and then I asked him if he could back off a little since he was practically leaning over me. Good grief.

We decided to close the curtain, for a little privacy (although it’s still possible to peek in a bit around the curtains) before we really got down to business. There are vinyl covered benches in each of the booths, so jack had me get up on my knees on the bench so that he could fuck me from behind. It felt so sexy and naughty to be having sex in a club full of people. I was certainly loud enough that a number of people heard me in there. Jack was pounding me for all he was worth and I was moaning and screaming at full volume. Having kids means we often have to keep it down during sex, so I take full advantage of any opportunity to be as loud as I want to.

When he pulled out I went back to work on sucking his cock and licking his balls until he came with a grunt. Breathless, we cuddled up for a while to recuperate. I wish he could have stayed the whole night, but the babysitter had school the next day.

Besides, it was nearly time for prize giveaways and the balloon burlesque. I managed to weasel out of the burlesque show, passing my part in it off onto Nia’s friend from the Saturday sex party we had gone too. They attached balloons to their nearly naked bodies and the audience got to have a few laughs popping them all.

Jack bid us a good night before heading home. Nia and her female friend and her ex-boyfriend arranged the whipping post on stage and began a very hot threesome of bondage, whippings, hot wax, and knife play. It was quite a scene

I decided that I should drag K off to the upstairs to have a little fun of our own. I collected the bit gag and a leather strap from my toy box and off we went.

Up in the ‘orgy area’ there was a spanking bench. The same one I got spanked on at the Saturday party. K put the bit gag on me and then onto the bench I went, my tutu flipped up to reveal my naked rear end (my panties had mysteriously gone missing sometime earlier).

He began strapping me while I drooled around the gag and struggled to stay still. A crowd began to gather, watching intently while he worked over my butt, starting off gently and then building up the intensity. Soon I was writhing and tossing my head (hopefully I didn’t spray anyone with saliva) and squealing around the gag. Men were watching me struggle, standing around us, observing intently. One of them asked K if he needed and help with me, to which he replied no. He was holding me down with one arm and beating me with the other. It was heavenly.

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