Stiletto Diaries

How does one accurately describe the experience of being spanked, hard, your skirt hiked up around your waist and your bare ass exposed to a room filled with people? There aren’t really any sufficient words for the feeling one has while one person is holding you down by a fistful of your hair, while another raises welts on your backside with the tails of a leather flogger.

“There is a line of people waiting to spank you, you know” Nia commented to me while I gasped and writhed under the delicious torture a new friend was inflicting on my rear. “I hope you’re ok with that.”

Indeed I was. I’m certain at least 3 or 4 people touched my butt at some point while I was on the bench. All of them certainly polite, asking permission before just going ahead, not that I would have objected to anything at that point.

A gorgeous, tall trans woman was being quite a flirt, and I was at least coherent enough to invite her to the party next weekend (April 6th). I quite liked her and I’m hopeful she’ll show, if only so I can make up for the kissing I think I missed out on (I was too blissed out to put the moves on her properly).

It was only polite to give Nia a turn on the bench, and while she enjoyed herself I mingled a little more, admiring some of the other patrons. Mandy Goodhandy (the club owner) lured me out on the dance floor for a couple of songs, which made my little fangirl heart nearly burst with excitement.

Eventually I found myself spectating on a threesome that Nia was tangled up in with another young woman and the generous man who had spanked my ass earlier. The guy in question was getting quite the blow job from the pretty gal in the middle, while Nia squatted at my feet, nearly her entire hand inside of said gals pussy. I enjoyed spectating, and it’s not every day someone gushes several cups worth of liquid only inches from your feet. Thank goodness there were towels nearby.

Apparently an attractive couple nearby felt that I needed a little attention of my own, or as Nia pointed out after, were waiting to see if I was going to join in on the threesome happening only inches from me. When I didn’t, I figure they felt it was safe to ask me to play. The woman approached me first, sitting down to introduce herself and then asking if she could make out with me. Naturally I obliged, LOL, figuring that her male partner was into watching her with women. After only a minute or two of kissing, she asked if she could go down on me.

How fortunate for her that letting people eat my pussy is a service I provide!

Actually, I was hesitant, but she was so sweet, she found her way between my thighs in seconds. To be totally honest with all of you, I’ve never had a woman go down on me before. Certainly I’ve licked a pussy or two, but never been on the receiving end, and all of you know about my aversion to oral sex.

Did I mention we were on stage? In front of at least 20 or so people (if not more, I was hardly counting). She had me lay back on the edge of the stage, legs spread, skirt lifted to allow her access to what she was after. Her fingers and lips and tongue and mouth were doing all of the right things…it was incredible.

While she was turning me into a puddle of goo, I felt her husband sit down to my left. She asked if it was ok for him to take a turn, and I could only groan and nod. He switched her spots, and when she came up to kiss me, I tasted myself all over her lips. Hot!

He was certainly no slouch at cunnilingus, and she turned her attention to my breasts and nipples. I could have cared less who was watching at that point. He was sitting in front of the stage, my stiletto-clad feet slung over his shoulders while he went to work on my pussy like he’d been waiting to lick it for decades.

Enthusiastic is an understatement.

He’d wrapped his arms around my thighs, holding me down to the stage (with some struggle, due to the way I was thrashing about). His mouth was locked over my clit like he might never let go. I could feel myself building, and my moans escalated in volume, which only made him double his efforts. My body was beginning to tremble, and I could feel her biting my nipples. Over the edge I went, screaming the entire way, just to make sure absolutely everyone on the block knew I was cumming.

I had to push him away, since I become so intensely sensitive after I orgasm. The two of them seemed quite pleased, and when I thanked him profusely he replied “No no, thank YOU!” like I had just given him the greatest gift on earth. I didn’t have time to say much else before they wandered off, perhaps to enjoy each other somewhere more private.

I was unsteady on my feet, particularly in those hot-as-hell but totally impractical shoes, and I was cursing the fact that I had not worn any panties, as my juices were running down the insides of my legs. Figuring that really, the night was coming to a close and wandering back to the car with wet thighs was really not so bad, we gathered ourselves and bid goodnight to our new friends.

The drive home was mostly quiet, both Nia and I grinning like idiots, but too tired to really talk much. We drug ourselves off to bed, as she was staying the night at my place, setting the alarm for only hours later (3.5 hours to be exact).

Today we are exceptionally giggly, retelling last nights best moments over and over. I’ll likely need a nap later, but let me tell you, the exhaustion is more than worth it.

Really, it was only a appetizer for what is to come at next Sunday’s party. I can hardly wait at this point. K arrives on Friday, and I’m so looking forward to seeing him. F will fly in on Saturday morning, and I’m hoping that Jack won’t hoard her all to himself, although I’m pretty certain that he will, LOL. I know we’re going to have a fabulous time, and I even managed to secure a sitter for 5 hours on Sunday, so that Jack can join us at the party for at least part of the festivities.

I’m sure that I will have much to blog about over the next couple of weeks. The trick of it is finding the time to sit down and write it all

Some time ago I made mention of a bit gag in the content of another review. I decided in all fairness I should also review the aforementioned bit gag for comparison purposes, you know, in the name of science and all. Sensual Direct was excellent enough to oblige me in that regard and the gag arrived post-haste.

The packaging caught my attention first of all. The gag comes in a clear plastic tube with a cap at both ends and a rather erotic photo of two lovely young ladies putting said gag to good use. Yum! Attractive packaging always scores a few extra points with me The lid to the tube is easily removed and replaced, providing quite a nice storage container for the bit gag between uses. I like!

Upon further inspection I noted that the gag was well constructed, with sturdy materials, and it’s got a lockable buckle! Purely based on my initial opinions, I knew this was going to be an excellent play item.

Fortunately, I was not disappointed!

The gag fits very comfortably, and is easy to breath around. I really love having something to bite down on during SM play, and the rubber bit portion will certainly take a beating. I couldn’t even bite it hard enough to leave a lasting indentation. Due to only holding your mouth open a small amount it also makes it easier to swallow normally, and there is much less drooling than I’ve noticed with other styles of gags. It’s also very, very safe in the event that someone throws up while wearing it, which is one of the main reasons I highly recommend these types of gags over traditional ball styles.

It’s also quite easy to clean. The bit portion and side rings can be washed with a little antibacterial soap and then rinsed clean. The leather strap can be wiped with an antibacterial WetOne, and you’re good to go! The only place to be extra mindful of is where the rings go through the rubber bit. Those sorts of areas are always a bit of a worry, so I suggest dabbing a little soap at the opening and then turning the ring down into the hole in order to get soap all the way through. Then rinse thoroughly, turning the ring many times to make sure it’s all cleaned out. Let it hang or sit to dry and you’re ready for the next round of play!

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So I guess it’s about time I update you all on the happenings of last weekend.

Friday night was supposed to be my date with the guy, who I’ve just now realised needs a name…

Hmmmmmmm, I am thinking Loki, since it’s a name I’ve always quite liked, and the man in question is a bit of a trickster (he teases me all the time about taking him too seriously).

Anyway, Loki got home Friday night and was feeling decidedly unwell. He said he was going to take something for his stomach and lay down for a bit, in the hopes that he’d get over it. Unfortunately, he was tired from work and totally passed out, not waking up until nearly midnight (I was already in bed with Jack by that time). He felt just awful about it the next day, but I told him not to stress, it happens.

Besides, I was already well into Saturday, which was absolutely fantastic. Nia and I had a wonderful time with our new friend. The second girl was ill that day and had to cancel (must be something going around). We spent the day snapping photos, snacking, and generally hanging out. I got some lovely pictures for the calendar, and the three of us totally hit it off. By the end of the day we ALL had our photos taken, in various states of undress. I even got to flex my Dominant side a bit, with some light play on each of them. Being generous gals they didn’t leave me out, and I spent at least half an hour bent over the arm of a couch with my skirt hiked up around my waist. Mmmmmmm, great times.

It was creeping into the hours of Sunday morning when I crawled into bed with a sore bum and a satisfied smirk.

Sunday was another fun-filled adventure. I took my friend into Toronto’s downtown and we spent hours shopping and laughing. Often she makes me laugh so hard I nearly pass out from lack of oxygen, it’s brilliant.

I didn’t buy anything exciting, just some household goods, but we had a lovely time. She hadn’t been into downtown much, and thought I was amazing for being able to do so without becoming nervous (even after we missed our exit on the 401 and had to backtrack without a map). I drove her through China Town and Portugal Village, and promised we would go to the Banu for vodka in the near future. I would like to try their Zaban (braised cow tongue) and maybe even the lamb testicles if I’m feeling particularly adventurous.

The weekend was lovely, and Loki has tentatively rescheduled our date for this Friday night. Jack, the kids, and I are going on a bit of a road trip Saturday, to spend the night up in cottage country. It will be nice to get away overnight with them. The only downer is that my period is due today which means I’ll likely not feel totally on the ball, LOL.

I can hardly believe that February is already upon us. January passed by so quickly, I could hardly catch my breath. Not that I am complaining, since I can hardly wait for spring to arrive, I’ve had my fill of winter.

*Orson Scott Card

Have you ever had one of those weekends where everything just goes so much better than you had anticipated??

Recently I had started chatting to someone new online. We found that we both had a LOT of things in common. Really odd things at that, which I generally do not find I have in common with other people. After only a couple of chats and a couple of e-mails, it was clear that there was a connection, and we decided to meet as soon as possible. Saturday afternoon was the first mutually agreeable opportunity to do so, and thus we made a plan to meet and then go out to this fetish event for a few hours. I was very, very excited. Also, more nervous than I have been in a long, long time, because this new person is a woman.

Why is that so remarkable? Well, for one thing I’ve never dated a woman before. For another because that seems to be a distinct possibility in this particular situation. I can already tell that she and I will be friends, so I am giving her a name for use on this blog. I searched a bit to come up with something that I felt did her justice, and settled on Nia (a shortened version of Niamh, who is the Celtic Goddess of beauty and brightness).

So, at the appointed hour on Saturday, I drove to her house to meet her. My first impression was “OMG, she’s so adorable” and I especially loved her hair, which is short and crazy and totally fun. She was also wearing this really cool skirt that I forgot to ask her about. I got to meet all of her fabulous pets (she lives alone, besides her 8 super cute furballs) and discuss her future renovation plans for her place. Nia wasn’t feeling that well when I arrived, so she made us some coffee and we talked and petted her cats and bunnies.

Talking to her felt so natural, there were no awkward moments at all, and it felt like we had been friends for a long time. Conversation was light-hearted and playful, and we hit it off even better in person than we had online. I was thrilled.

After our coffee, she felt somewhat better, and so we decided to check out the event for at least a short while.

The event itself was sort of like a flea market, similar to the ones we had back in Calgary. Kinky craftsmen from near and far, as well as representatives for other events, gathered together to sell stuff and also hand out fliers and information on everything from kinky camp outs to BDSM bed & breakfasts.

She and I browsed the tables and collected business cards and admired all the beautiful items for sale. Most of it was very reasonably priced, and I indulged in a little retail therapy and picked up a simple, solid oak, rectangular paddle. Yum!

Nia had lost a few of her favorite toys during her last breakup, so she treated herself to a new set of leather cuffs (wrist and ankle) which the vendor gave her a good deal on. He even threw in a free massager thing with pokey little nubbins on it.

I also met a really cool gal who makes synthetic dreadlocks in lots of cool colors, which I’ve been wanting. Basically I can add them into my own dreads for added color, volume, and fun (not long-term, just for like a weekend or special night out or something). I snagged her business card and I intend to check out her website. I’d like to have something funky for NYE.

We browsed and chatted and browsed some more. I found out that she is a switch, and has been poly for 8 years (she’s 29 by the way). Her and her ex-boyfriend were hoping to meet a bi-female to form a triad with eventually but the relationship broke up of it’s own issues before that happened. They remain friends, they just discovered they can’t be in a relationship together.

After we finished up at the event, I drove her back to her place so that she could pick up some stuff to take to a friends house. I offered to drive her over there as well, since she doesn’t have a vehicle. We yapped the whole drive, picked up her stuff, drove to her friends house, dropped it off, yapped all the way back to her place, and then sat in the car talking for half an hour. We could have kept going for hours and hours I am sure. However, I had another date that night. She gave me a big hug before I left and we promised to make plans again as soon as possible.

I drove off feeling giddy as hell. Strange but exciting.

Next stop was my house, to pick up Mr. Hottie-Pants (more commonly known as Jack) and head off to a pub for a pint of beer and some nachos. We enjoyed getting out kid-free for a few hours, and just talking and being together as a couple. No rushing or craziness, it was very relaxing.

The sitter had no trouble with the kids (they adore her) and they had been asleep for a couple of hours by the time we got in. We crawled into bed and cuddled, and fell asleep almost immediately.

Today was a nice relaxing day. I made us a big breakfast, and then we went out for a drive and did some fun stuff with the kids. What a wonderful weekend.

This week I am going to another kink munch, and I’m hoping Nia will have some free time to spend with me sometime during the week or next weekend. Even if nothing romantic ever develops, I’m pleased to have such a cool new friend.

I’m really enjoying doing these reviews of some light BDSM toys Something new for the blog thanks to Sensual Direct. Today’s item is a fleece lined blindfold that I felt went VERY nicely with the paddle and the ball gag Now, I went to the site to fetch the product link, but it appears they have either discontinued this item, or are out of stock. So, I am linking to a very similar blindfold, for the time being.

This fleece lined blindfold is fairly basic, and well made. The face part is leather, with a sort of black faux fur lining. The strap is elastic, which is actually the only part I didn’t like. I found that it was too loose really. However, that is easily fixed if you are handy with a sewing machine or even a couple of safety pins.

Having an adjustable strap would be nice, although in some situations being able to remove the mask quickly and easily is very desirable.

I really liked the furry lining, so soft against the eyes. This mask did a great job of blocking out all the light. For one, you can’t really open your eyes with it on because of the fur, and for another it’s large enough to cover the whole eye area. It fits very comfortably against the face, and the elastic is nice and wide so the mask is held on securely.

The red stitching on the black leather is a nice touch as well. This is a very nice, non-intimidating BDSM item for beginners. Even if you’re not overly kinky, blindfolds are all sorts of fun. Put one over your partners eyes and take your time teasing them with your tongue, feathers, ice, your fingertips, your lips, whatever! Lots of fun can be had with just a simple blindfold!

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I hope that you all are enjoying the new BDSM toy reviews I am doing I thought it would be nice to add a little variety. Today’s toy is a 16-Inch Oval Leather Paddle, from Sensual Direct. Despite what it says on their product page, this paddle does not have fleece on one side, it’s all leather. Being always skeptical of the quality of bondage products that come from sex toy retailers, in this case I was pleasantly surprised. It seems quite sturdy and well made.

As far as I can tell, it’s a few layers of heavy leather that have been sewn together. It does not have any sort of rigid core, which is both good and bad. Good because this paddle is supple enough to be used much like a crop, where the flick of your wrist is enough to get a very excellent effect. Little effort required for maximum results.

It’s bad because after extended use, the paddle could become weak and floppy. However, for the price, you’ll get your moneys worth before that happens.

Personally, I am partial to a paddle with a bit of bend. We have a wooden paddle that I absolutely loath because there is no give to it. This paddle certainly packs some ouch, but it seems less intense, at least to start. Maybe that has to do with the leather, I am not sure.

There is also that special sound that leather makes when it meets naked skin. Yum.

Jack used this paddle on me for about half an hour, and I enjoyed it a great deal. You can wield it gently enough for warm up, and then continue on to a harder paddling without having to switch implements.

It’s also not so big that it’s heavy or difficult to handle. I would certainly recommend this item to both novice spankers and the more experienced players. If you want to add a little to the sensation play however, you might want to try out the paddle with fleece on one side.

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Recently, on a Sunday night, I found myself on all fours on our bed with the Gator Restraints Ball Gag between my teeth and Jack’s cock between my legs. How I got there is a story for another day, but we couldn’t have had such a great time without Sensual Direct, who sent me the gag and a few other fun toys.

So, how is this gag different from your run of the mill ball gag? Well, it’s hallow for starters, about the size of a golf ball, and has about a dozen holes punched in it.

Why? Well I am glad you asked.

Since the dawn of ball gags, there has been a risk factor involved that has deterred me from ever allowing one into my mouth until now. If you vomit with a ball gag in, you can die faster than your Dom would be able to release the buckle.

See, what happens when you throw up and there is no place for said vomit to go, is that you can easily aspirate (breath) it back into your lungs, which will kill you.

Now, I don’t have any statistics on how often that happens, but just that fact that it might has forced me to only use gags of the ring or bit variety. Not a big deal really, but worth mentioning.

Since there are holes in this ball gag, fluids (such as vomit) are easily passed from your mouth to the outside world. Hooray for safety features. The holes also make it WAY easier to breath, since some of us have crappy nasal passages and could otherwise never use a ball gag.

Anyway, besides being very safe and easy to use, I found the straps on this gag to be sturdy. I generally steer away from any BDSM tools that are made out of imitation leather, since it tends to be weak and wears faster than actual leather. However, since not a lot of strain will be going on a gag (except to keep it snug) I allowed for it in this instance.

At first I felt this ball was too small. I could move it around in my mouth some, and I was skeptical of how well it was going to work. I did find that the strap didn’t go small enough. Anyone with a smaller head than I might have to punch a couple more holes in it, but no matter, I’ve had to do that with other gear as well. I suggest using a leather punch, since just cutting a hole will cause it to tear, which is not what you want.

Once I settled in with the gag firmly in my mouth, I discovered the smaller size made this gag very comfortable to wear for long periods. After 30 minutes with it in, my jaw wasn’t sore at all. Also, it served it’s purpose, I was not able to talk or bite all the way down or do anything besides grunting and moaning.

The smaller size and holes will not prevent one of the most/least fun aspects of gags, the drooling. Jack had to put a towel under my face due to the amount of saliva that was collecting. Some people love this, others not so much. If saliva bothers you, let me suggest a bit gag, which will not restrict swallowing normally.

Another problem I’ve had with other gags that was not a problem with this particular model, is pain at the corners of the mouth, from the straps rubbing. The pieces that attach the ball to the fastening straps is nice and narrow, so it didn’t rub at all. I really appreciated that.

If you are new to BDSM, this is a great starter gag, since it’s not intimidating and actually rather aesthetically pleasing.

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At the suggestion of a friend *Winks* I’ve decided to resurrect a few posts from my first sex blog (which was written a few years back). Most people don’t know that this is the third incarnation of my sex blog, and the following post is from my first attempt. I don’t have an actual date for this post right now, but I can say that it was likely written sometime in late 2004. The blog was mainly focused on BDSM and in this entry I spoke of my submissive tendencies.

I’ve gone through and changed the names since we were not known as ‘Jack and Shasta’ back then. If I get some good feedback on this I’ll likely post more of my old writings for your enjoyment.

The Nature Of My Submission

I come from a family that is dominated by the women. My mother is definitely the Head of her household. She looks after the money, pays the bills, decides what purchases are priorities, makes all of the major decisions regarding the kids (she has 3 teenagers at home still), and so forth. My grandmother and most of my aunts are the same way. I was raised being told that men are little more than stupid animals that must be cared for and whose main role in life is to provide money for the family and sperm for baby making. Otherwise they are pretty much totally useless and best left out in their garages tinkering with things so that they don’t get in the way. If I ever learned anything from my mother it was that I should never get myself into a position where I had to rely on a man in any way. Even if I got married I should still be capable of supporting myself (and any children) in the event that I got divorced. All of her intentions were good I am sure, but she turned me into a bitter man-hater by the age of 12. I decided then that I would never have children, and if I did get married to a man that wanted children, he would stay home and raise the babies while I worked, preferably away from home for long periods. Was I messed up!

And then when I stated dating I was most often attracted to men that were physically weaker than me. Usually they were not too bright and were happy to let me be the boss of everything. I was becoming my mother, eep! I soon found that it got old being in charge all the time, I think that I fell into the trap of bullying my boyfriends to try to get them to react to me with force or something. I didn’t know what I wanted so I swore off dating and just concentrated on my friends. And then I started talking to a man, a man who was not like most of the men that I had dated. He was so open with me, so honest about everything. And I could open up to him. He was very intelligent and easy to talk to. The rest is history and now he is my husband.

So, now I am married to a man that is not content to tinker in his garage (actually we don’t have a garage right now, but you get the idea). He likes to be involved, he takes care of the money, he has his own ways of doing things, he does not let me be the boss all the time. I am having a hard time adjusting. This can’t be right, this isn’t what I was taught, the world is upside down!!! And then it dawns on me… I don’t have to be a bra-burning feminist, I don’t have to be my mother, it is OK for Jack and I to find our own way. Wow, I never knew, lol.

Fast-forward to now, 3 years later. We are pretty much past all the pains that occurred when I was trying to grasp what a real marriage should be and letting go of ideas that I had that were not right for us. There have been moments, and I don’t pretend that everything will be all roses from now until the end, but we are finding our own groove. And then I come up with another one of my infamous ‘great’ ideas. Why don’t we try to make things more complicated by getting D/s involved in our happy little life together? Jack says that sometimes I can really be a pain in the ass by making things much more complex than they need to be. But in this case he is going along with me. So now we need to try and fit these new ideas into our life.

I have to admit, I have a hard time some days. Part of me still hangs on to the idea that real women never relinquish control, that they make the decisions, that their husbands obey them. But another part of me screams that I don’t want that. When it comes to the kids Jack usually defaults to me. That is just because I care for them all day and most of the decisions at this point are about what to give them for breakfast. He also gives me money for groceries, etc. and it is my responsibility to spend it wisely so that we get to eat everyday. Also he gives me chores to do to keep the house clean. When it comes to major things, like big purchases, we both have our say, and then we try to come to an agreement. For example, recently we wanted to spend big $$$ on a DVD camera, but we knew that there maybe were other things that we needed more. So we decided to buy it, but that it would be our Christmas present to each other. That was simple enough, we both agreed. However, when there are times that we disagree the negotiation process can go on for weeks. Sometimes he just decides, and that is it. I try not to have thoughts of revenge, lol. Sometimes he sees my point after I explain my feelings, which is fine. And sometimes we find some middle ground and everyone gets their way. When we first got married I told him that I would try my best not to be one of ‘those’ wives, that *allow* their husbands to do things. I have worked hard at that. Some days I slip and say no before he can finish asking me if he can go watch football with his friends. Luckily he is patient with me and allows me to explain. Maybe the kids have been crazy that day and I just really need a little help with them. I am only human, I have only so much patience. We work it out either way. And so far it is going really great for us.

Now that we are starting into D/s I wonder about decision-making in the future. I get a little nervous when I think of him just getting to decide everything all the time. I think that might be too much for us. I think that we will just keep on the way we are, sort of. Hopefully he will always ask for my input when it comes to big decisions (like buying a new car or something), but maybe he will take over more day to day. It has already started. He assigns me chores, if they are not done, unpleasant punishment is certain. If there are additional things I want to do, that is fine, but I cannot substitute a self-assigned task for one of his. So that works well, it keeps me motivated. When it comes to things that we want to buy we seem to have an understanding that if it is over $50.00 we make sure it is ok with the other. I think that maybe sooner or later he might dispose of that, at least for his part, but maybe not. We are still trying to find a groove for combining aspects of D/s with vanilla life.

I am glad that he is not one of the husbands that complains about their wives. In fact most of his friends think I am pretty easy-going. I ‘allow’ him ~winkin~ to do all kinds of things that their wives usually don’t. For a while after the last baby was born I didn’t want him to be away from home, except to work, but that is only because I was trying to adjust to looking after the kids and so forth. But now it is getting better. He just went away on business for 2 nights and I found that I can survive without him for that long, so I think that he will be taking a ‘weekend with the guys’ in the near future. And maybe he will just inform me that he is going and give me that special Domly look, and that will be that. The tiny part of me that is still tempted to burn her bra might object, but I think that Jack could whip her into submission ~giggling~.

You know what I love most about mornings? Coffee of course! I really enjoy sitting down with my laptop and a good cup of java to relate to you the latest tales of my humble life.

Last night I went to a Kink Munch that I found out about through various Internet sources. I’ve been to munches before and due to my experience there, you could say I was apprehensive. At previous munches hardly anyone talked to me besides the host and one other person. It was sort of a let-down, it felt a little cliquish and so I never attended another in good old CowTown.

I went to the appointed place at the appointed time and wandered inside. There was no group where they said it was supposed to be, but I noticed 20 or so people sitting around elsewhere in the pub. I was unsure what to do. Not knowing a single soul there I went outside to pace around and figure out my next move. Do I just walk up and ask “Hey Ya’ll, is this the kinky get-together?” because that didn’t seem like the greatest idea to me.

After almost 45 minutes of nervous debate I walked over to the gathering and one of the women was kind enough to ask “Oh are you looking for the Internet group?” to which I replied I was and immediately she welcomed me and started introducing me around.

I met a number of very friendly people. They invited me to sit down and I ordered myself a salad, since I had been too jittery to eat previously. The host of the munch came and sat down and talked to me, along with a handful of others. They didn’t leave me sitting there by myself for more than a moment, when they had to greet other arriving guests.

Eventually I ended up across from a very wonderful couple whom I talked to for the majority of the evening. In fact the three of us were the last to leave at 11:40pm (the munch started at 7pm) when the restaurant was getting ready to close.

I felt really welcomed there, and I really enjoyed getting to know some other adults in this area. It wasn’t all kink-talk either, many topics were discussed, vanilla and otherwise. The community here seems vibrant and active, and they certainly do a bang-up job of making strangers feel like they are part of it all right away.

The munch is held monthly (as most of them are) so some people were generous enough to let me know about other events I might enjoy if I can’t wait that long to get out again.

Meeting people here is making me feel better and better. I’m happier and feeling more at peace in our new city. I think it’s hard not to go a little stir-crazy when you’re cooped up with kids all day and night, living in a land of boxes and packing paper!

It was all so overwhelming to begin with, I didn’t even know where to start. The kitchen got unpacked first and then I just sort of lost the will to do anything. Since last weekend Jack suggested that I commit to unpacking at least one box a day. One box, that’s all I have to do. Generally though I have found that once I get started I easily get through 3, 4, or more boxes per day. I think just getting started is the tough part.

I have quite a number of reviews backing up over here, LOL. One in particular I’ve had requests for via e-mail that I think a lot of people are really going to appreciate, so I’d better get going on that.

I know this blog hasn’t been very kink-related thus far but that may change here in the very near future

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Last night LD had me over to his apartment for tea and cookies.

He was over-tired and clearly more out of it than usual. Which is saying a lot, since normally he is neurotic anyway.

I listened with great amusement to his many tales of recent misadventures. He lives a very exciting life, although a lot of questionable things seem to happen to him on a regular basis. He also knows some of the strangest people I have ever heard of.

I enjoy hearing about his day to day life, because it’s so unpredictable you never have any idea what is going to happen next. Usually they involve a vast number of different people, to the point that you almost want to keep notes while he is talking, in order to keep things straight.

The tea was satisfactory and the cookies were very good.

We spoke about this blog and how it seems to draw people in. As LD put it, my life seems to be so very drastically up and down. Sort of like this:

Whereas most people are less drastic with the up and down. He suggested I go back and read my own writing objectively, LOL. Perhaps I will, especially during the hours and hours of driving that await us when we move out to Toronto.

We chatted about the move as well. It will be nice to be near to the cities in the states where all the big concerts go. Toronto has an enormous art and theater culture, and I am anticipating seeing a lot more plays out there. I have also been reading a lot about fine dining in the city and I am dying to visit Susur, and try the tasting menu. It changes daily and features incredible ingredients such as lobster, foie gras, and truffles. The chef there is one of the top 10 in the entire world!

I also intend to visit Dufflet Pastries and The Red Tea Box.

After several hours of visiting I was beginning to feel incredibly tired, so I bid LD a good night and headed for home. I am glad I got to spend some time with him.

The weekend is shaping up wonderfully. Friday night my friend Ty is coming over to tie me up and beat on me for a few hours (I promise you pictures!) and Saturday a bunch of us are going to Banff for the day. So far V, P, and likely M are on the list. If anyone else wants to get in on that, let me know. I plan to make us a delicious picnic lunch. Thick slices of french bread, rubbed with garlic and tomatoes, and topped with mounds of Prosciutto and Montegranero Cheese. Roasted red pepper and artichoke dip with Swedish crisps. Perhaps a cold pasta salad of some sort, and something fruity for dessert.

Gawd, can you tell I have a fixation with food today? I haven’t been able to exercise my creativity in the kitchen for quite some time and I am dying to get some use out of my incredible appliances before I have to leave them. We can’t bring them with us because they are over-sized and we had to have the kitchen cabinets custom built to fit them. We probably won’t find that in a house we buy, and we don’t want to build again.

Saturday evening V is spending the night, and then on Sunday I have a coffee date with some of my very good friends from Choices. How much better could it get?

My camera has been attached to my hip all week. I have been taking pictures as much as possible. I am one of those people that loves photographs. I also scrapbook, and I hope to have more time and space for that in the new house.

I am getting more and more excited about the move, even though time is going by faster than I would prefer.

A heads up to all of my friends. Jack and I will possibly be throwing a Farewell Bash at our house, the evening of Saturday March 24th. Please pencil us in for that night, I will give you more details as they are worked out. I hope that everyone will come. I want to see all of you before we leave. You will be free to bring guests as well. Just e-mail me or call me and let me know an approximate number.

On that note, I wish everyone a good day! I am off to finish tidying for all of my guests this weekend.