Stiletto Diaries

It’s been a week…a week without posting.

I suppose I should have predicted that I wouldn’t have much time to blog with a ton of life responsibilities piling down the pipe at me like some sort of twisted avalanche.

Really I’ve not minded that much, except I miss blogging, and chatting, and generally having a life that does not involve drilling holes in things and rewiring light fixtures and painting and staining and sanding and attaching things to every manner of surface found in this dwelling.

Today I sorted through our CD collection, and I discovered that Jack is secretly a 40 year old lesbian. Seriously.

As V once said (with a smirk) “Jack is the only straight guy I know who would ever utter the words ‘You know, I really like Celine Dion’ and actually mean it.”

He’ll probably kill me for telling you that by the way, but it’s worth it.

So aside from the house related stuff, there are also a ton of party plans in the works. Due to one of the organizers having a bit of a life crisis, I’ve taken to helping out a lot with getting things done. Since I have a friendly business-type relationship with some of the people over at Happy Hedonist, they have generously helped us with advertising and attracting more guests. Local networking is very important, and so we’ve been very pleased to receive some assistance and sage advice from the site owners when it comes to holding big sex-themed social events.

Also there are all those god damned penis chocolates to make. I think I have like 50 or so done now…

I helped stuff gift bags a few nights ago. Imagine 200 cock rings, 600 condom, and 150 bottles of lubricant all over the place. It was a lot of fun. The guests at this party are going to be spoiled rotten with all of the great stuff they are giving away. I even donated a glass dildo to the cause, as a door prize.

Anyway, I should be asleep, but I wanted you guys to know that I am not dead, or abandoning my blog, or anything else. Just crazy busy. I booked my next appointment for waxing so I’ll let you know if my second experience with the new gal goes as well as the first one did.

Hopefully I can also get some of my reviews caught up. I feel like I’m falling terribly behind on everything that isn’t either involving this party or my house.

Ah well, only a couple more weeks to go and then it should all settle down.

It was touch and go there for a few days last week, but I think I am finally getting over this horrendous sinus/throat infection thing that crawled up into my head last week and waged war on my body for days and days.

Thus I was in no shape to blog, nor do much of anything else besides lay about and feel like my brain was trying to escape out my nostrils. Also there was much ingestion of Tylenol and Advil and whatever else I could get my hands on.

However, it would seem I am recovering now. Today I didn’t wake up feeling like I had been swallowing knives all night, and thus did not contemplate throwing myself out of our bedroom window.

Yesterday, despite my retched-yet-slightly-improved condition, I had a date with Mr. Latent Dominant Tendencies. He’ll be needing a new name for sure, but not quite yet. Anyway, we had coffee and talked for three hours, hardly realizing how long we’d been at it. Those are the best sorts of conversations, the ones you get lost in like that. He seems very nice, and we hit it off rather well. One thing unfortunately has put a pause on my excitement. His wife. To whom he is still legally married although they have been separated for nearly a year.

You see, I’m not certain how this situation fits in with my usual ethics concerning married couples. As a rule, I won’t be involved with someone who is seeing other people, either committed or casual, unless everyone is aware of the situation. In this case, being separated (the live in different houses) is it totally necessary that she know he is dating? Perhaps I should ask how he thinks she would react if she saw him with another woman? Not sexually of course, but holding hands and kissing perhaps. Have they had a discussion about dating other people and agreed that both of them are totally free to do so without it becoming tangled up in future divorce proceedings and custody negotiations?

I suppose I’ll just have to ask him about it. I’d be lying however if I said it didn’t make me the least bit wary of getting in over my head with this one. I certainly do not want to get into the middle of something that could so easily become very messy and basted in drama.

This week I have to finish preparing the items that I am donating to the party that I mentioned last week. There are still tickets available to anyone who wants to attend. I volunteered last week to help pick out some outfits for the fashion show, and I’m even going to be modelling a couple of them for the show itself Who wants to see me in a naughty cheerleader outfit? Or in my thigh high boots and a button down shirt and nothing else? Please get in touch with me if you’re at all interested in attending, or if you need more information! It’s only three weeks away I can hardly stand to wait that long!

My appointment with the new esthetician went VERY well. I like her a lot! Take the advice of one of my readers and find a European esthetician. They seem to be more thorough and not at all squeamish about doing ‘front to back’ when it comes to Brazilians. She’s a total sweetie, and reasonably priced, so I am very pleased! I’ll be booking with her again a day or two before the party.

Ta Ta for now lovelies! I promise I’ll get back to updating regularly again now that I’m feeling better

It’s been one of those weeks. The kind where time passes quickly, and you feel like you’re not getting anything done at all. Or at least nothing of substance.

I didn’t even realise I’d gone nearly 4 days without blogging. I kept meaning to write, and yet, I had nothing to say.

Uninspired: the theme of the week.

Nelek wants to get together again soon, but I’m putting him off. He’s apologised a number of times for being such a major disappointment last weekend, yet I’m not quite inclined to encourage a visit at this point. He’s offered to come down to assist in the house project I am undertaking, and while I probably could use the help, I’m just not sure that would be a good idea (and no, my children would not be present, so don’t get your back up over that).

There are a couple of other males in the peripherals as well. An older (than me) guy who lives closer, has a good job and drives, and who seems to have a Dominant streak in need of nurturing. He’s a single dad, so his free time is seriously limited, which will probably suit me just fine. I’m put off by guys with too much time on their hands.

The other is slightly older, yet clearly less mature. He’s a student, living with his parents about an hours drive from me. I don’t know that he has real dating potential, but certainly could become a fun hang out buddy, with a little casual sex on the side. Clearly more investigation is necessary.

Saturday morning is my first wax appointment with a new esthetician. She’s come highly recommended, so I’m hopeful it will go well. Perhaps I’ll have her leave a fancy little tuft in the shape of a heart or a star… LOL, kidding, really.

Well, I’ve been putting off some other projects long enough. I’d like to get a few other things done before bed, and I’m still feeling really blah about writing. If you’ve been missing my posts (which likely won’t become more frequent or exciting for a couple of weeks) be sure to check my Twitter for daily updates. You can view them in the sidebar there, right under my sexy bookish pin up girl. I generally manage to post something there several times a day, even if I don’t have the time or the inclination to blog.

I wish you all a good night and sexy dreams!

Disappointment is a funny thing. You can only feel disappointed if you’ve set yourself up for such things through beliefs and expectations. I’m fond of saying that expectations are dumb, and are the fastest route to general unhappiness.

For the most part I make a very conscious effort to avoid expectations. I realize that sometimes it happens without a lot of thought, but really, I do my best not to have them.

Last night I somehow slipped, formed an expectation in the back of my mind, and as a result was thoroughly and completely disappointed.

I don’t feel like getting into details, but lets just say a last minute get together did not go at all like I had wanted it to. This wouldn’t have been so terrible had the result not been a bit of a blow to my ego.

Other than that, the weekend was brilliant. I got to have coffee with my friend Rob, who wrote that excellent book I reviewed some months ago. We swapped stories over lattes in Starbucks, discussing writing and relationships and the party I’ve mentioned here (which he will be attending, along with his lovely girlfriend).

We eventually had to bid each other a good day, since I had other commitments. It was a lovely way to start off Sunday at any rate.

Off to Miri’s house for diner lunch and coffee, followed by relationship discussion and much venting about males and how inconvenient they often are. We snuggled some, since she was nursing a hangover and I was nursing my slighted pride. It was good to have a girls bitch session and some fairly innocent cuddling

Around supper time I figured I’d better head home. I hadn’t slept well at all (I rarely do in unfamiliar places) and it was a long haul back to our house. Reluctantly I wished her a good evening and off I went. Thank god for Tim Horton’s and satellite radio.

Self-inflicted disappointments aside, it was a pretty alright weekend. My period is starting today, and I didn’t have ANY PMS, thanks to my regular working out and drinking lots of water. I’m going to keep on my gym schedule this week, and I have a waxing appointment on Saturday, which is always more painful around this time, but I can take it.

Blogging may be light for the next week or so. I bought paint for our house interior over the weekend, which means I will be spending a lot of my time scantily clad with a roller in my hand. I like to paint in my underwear. Perhaps I will grace you with photos.

February is almost over, which hopefully means spring is upon us. I’ve had enough of the snow. On to the nice weather!

I wasn’t quite certain what to think when Newf Cosmetics contacted me about doing a review of their Venereous intimate shaving products. You all know what I’ve said about shaving down there in the past, never again! Waxing is the cats meow when it comes to my girly bits down south.

However, in the name of trying new things, and to add some diversity to my review section, I decided to accept.

Basically there are three different items in the Venereous shaving line. The shaving oil, the shaving jelly, and the after spray. All of their products are natural, and not tested on animals! You can actually read (and mostly recognize) all of the ingredients on the bottles. I really like that about these products, since they are intended for use on such sensitive areas.

To use these products, you start with the shaving oil. Use a couple of squirts to cover the area with a thin layer of oil. You can use it all by itself, without the jelly, for shaving. I found that I preferred to follow the oil by applying a thin layer of the non-foaming jelly and then getting down to it with the razor.

The oil-jelly combination was quite pleasant, and I felt improved the shaving experience vastly. Unlike regular shaving products, the oil kept the skin slippery and lubricated, making it easy for the razor to glide.

I’d never tried a non-foaming shave jelly before, but it made it easier to see where I had shaved or not shaved. It had a different sort of smell, but it certainly wasn’t unpleasant. Actually, it sort of reminded me of beer, LOL, so perhaps a good aphrodisiac

Once I was all shaved clean, a process I won’t soon repeat just due to how much easier waxing is, I had a shower to clean off all the remaining hairs, and then towelled off before applying a small amount of the after-spray. It certainly helped sooth the small amount of razor burn I’d inflicted on myself. It didn’t burn/sting/tingle or any other notable sensation, which was a relief.

I suggest re-applying the after-spray at least once a day for the following couple of days to help with stubble and any discomfort caused by the hairs beginning to grow back.

Now, as I said, I won’t be returning to shaving personally, because 30 minutes of intense bathtub gymnastics is waaaaay more work than laying there and letting someone yank the hairs out by the roots. I’ll take the pain over the hassle any day, but I know many of you are not keen on getting a Brazilian. If you still prefer to shave (men this means you too) then please consider improving the experience by using these products.

If you’re anything like me, and applying a chemical cocktail to your nether bits makes you a little squirmy, then Venereous is an excellent alternative. Likewise if you experience frequent yeast infections or other vaginal irritation, these should be safe for you to use.

These Products Revieve:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ok that’s all I’ve got for today.

Kidding, LOL, sort of.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hee Hee

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Getting a Brazilian wax during your period is unwise. Your skin is all extra puffy and super sensitive. It hurts so much more and even 24 hours later, I was still very sore there, which is unusual for me.

I feel like I want to write something of substance, something important and insightful, but it just won’t come. Some days I wonder if this blog has outlived it’s usefulness. I mean I like having it, but as someone recently said to me, it’s gotten awfully tame, and pretty boring. My usual mischievous self isn’t coming through, and I don’t really know why. Maybe it’s the mood and the season. I loath winter, and I am sure it shows.

Tuesday night before I went to get the torture treatment, I took K to a pub to meet with P and have a little talk. For anyone who doesn’t know or has forgotten, P is K’s ex. You can read more about her here, here, and here. She asked me to mediate a discussion with him, so that she could end their friendship. She has a fear of confrontation, which I can relate to, so I agreed to be part of the event.

We sat down, P said what she needed to say. The gist of it is that K’s actions and a lot of things that he says and does are just plain annoying. Not to mention offensive and sometimes totally rude. He doesn’t understand a lot about boundaries and respecting people when they say “No” or ask him not to do something irritating. He pushes his luck constantly, with everyone, and she had enough. I added my points of agreement where it was appropriate, to reinforce what she was putting across.

No doubt it was hard for her to do, and hard for him to hear, but it’s all out in the air now and she feels better and hopefully he will get his shit together. It’s too bad that he seems to be losing friends so quickly. He makes it very hard to feel sorry for him though, since all of his problems are self-inflicted in one way or another.

Speaking of P, she is coming over this evening to watch movies with Jack and keep him company while I am at work. She will be spending the night here and he can take her home in the morning while I am sleeping. I am not totally clear about the potential for fooling around between the two of them, but I don’t feel any weirdness whatsoever, which is awesome!

Jack and I seem to have come to an understanding about my comfort zone in regards to poly and other women. I have found over the past week or so that if I can get to know the people that he is interested in, the jealousy and insecurity fades substantially. I have begun foraging friendships with them (there are currently 2 on the scene) and I have solid plans to hang out with one of them without Jack, in the near future (at her suggestion!). Actually one, and perhaps both, will be joining me for my next waxing appointment in five weeks.

My bad feelings have dissipated, for the time being, and I am able to enjoy his happiness. This makes life so much easier for both of us. It also makes me feel more confident in my ability to manage poly, as long as I don’t try to force myself to think or feel in ways that are not comfortable. Jack doesn’t always feel the need to know the men in my life until I start dating them somewhat seriously. I, on the other hand, need to get a feel for a women before I feel confident sharing Jack with her. Call it a control thing, but it works for us and Jack doesn’t feel that it’s the least bit unreasonable. We both need different things to be comfortable, and I’m just starting to find mine, which is a very interesting growth process.

On a totally unrelated note, I’ve updated my links list, which you can find in the sidebar, under ‘Ho Call’. I’ve deleted the blogs I don’t read and added some new [to me] bloggy greats! Take a peak.

I have begun to shop around for hosting sites that will not cost me a fortune and that won’t have a problem with my adult content. This is not as easy as it sounds, so I would appreciate any sexy bloggers who have advice or recommendations on such things. NetFirms.com seems to be a good fit at this point. They don’t have any outright bans on pornographic content in their terms of service, and I can afford ten bucks a month. If you have any experience with them, please feel free to share.

Next week I have some exciting stuff coming up Looking forward to that. I have tentative plans with another sexy blogger, and Jack might be taking me to a concert. More on that later.

Have a great weekend all

Hurray it’s Hump Day! The week is half over and tomorrow I am taking my kids to my mom’s place for the weekend! Jack and I are going to check out some vehicles. I really love the Dodge Charger or the new Dodge Nitro. We will probably end up getting something second hand, or maybe a year-old lease back from a dealership. It’s fun to fantasize though, and we’ll probably take some new cars for a spin just to see.

Friday I have plans to spend the afternoon with H. Since I rarely have time during weekdays it’s going to be fun to take advantage of it. He and I are going to see The Prestige and probably have a bite to eat before or afterwards. The movie looks interesting, I’ve been seeing previews for it the past couple weeks. It’s not really the type of film I would generally go see in theaters so I am glad that H suggested it. Him and I haven’t hung out together in ages so I am super excited!

I need to squish in as much stuff as I can while we are kid free Jack and I will be spending all Saturday and Sunday looking at cars. I probably won’t have to pick the kids up until Monday or Tuesday, so I can probably fit some stuff in then as well. I am trying to make plans with O for Sunday night, hopefully she can fit me in.

V and I are just about due for our next Brazilian wax. I had all of five hairs grow back, it’s awesome V has far less hair growing back as well, so neither of us are dreading it. Must remember to make appointment for that. Did you know that having Brazilian waxing reduces your chances of getting a yeast infection? Apparently your pubic hair can hold onto nasty bacteria that cause them. Also if you are self conscious about the smell of your pussy, having all the hair waxed off helps, since it’s easier to keep bare skin totally clean rather than hair.

I think there will be some more book and toy reviews coming up, I am looking forward to writing those.

In celebration of Hump Day, download a copy of Egg Invaders from the Durex website by clicking here! (Will not play on MAC computers)

On Sunday I convinced O and her friend and V to come with me for waxing It was V’s second time, my third, and O and her friend had never done it before.

I think that O and her friend were a little traumatised by it. It hurts like a bitch the first time, but they were fairly brave about it. I don’t think that either of them will ever go back though, LOL.

V said that hers was WAY better than the first time, and I had minimal pain for mine. I am so glad I gave up shaving.

Afterwards the four of us girls met Jack for supper at The Olive Garden. It was fun, and the food of course was really good.

I think I have converted V to waxing now As long as we keep going every five weeks it’ll be fine.