Stiletto Diaries

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.

Dragon Ritual Drummers - Battle Of The Stone Giants

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.

I wanted him to fuck me right there, in front of all of those people watching. He obliged me, setting the strap aside to push his cock into me from behind, while he grabbed a fist full of my hair. He fucked me hard, despite the fact that we were both a bit nervous with all of the watchers practically breathing down our necks. Clearly they had not heard of personal space.

We switched positions, me on my back with my ass end hanging off the bench, my legs over his shoulders. I took off the gag, since my mouth was drying out from all the heavy breathing. I looked up and I could see a very attractive young man standing behind me. K told me later that he was jerking off watching us. Yum!

Without much rearranging K sat down on the lower part of the bench and buried his face between my legs. His oral skills have certainly improved let me tell ya. He must have been at it for at least 10 minutes. Someone asked if he could play with my boobs, but I politely declined. The guy jerking off kept whispering stuff to me, but I couldn’t really hear him over all the noises coming out of my mouth.

We decided to finish up in private, since it was difficult to really let loose when we felt so crowded, LOL.

Off to the booths we went, when one young man stopped me to ask if he and I could hook up. More accurately he put his arm between K and I, and when I said no he asked if he could join the two of us. Again I said no, and though he was clearly disappointed, he moved aside.

In the booths I began sucking K’s cock. He’s generally not able to orgasm from oral sex, so I was surprised that after several minutes of very enthusiastic cock sucking on my part, he groaned that he was going to cum. More minutes passed before he came into my mouth, hot and sticky and bitter.

He finished stripping down until he was wearing only the green glow necklace that all the security guys were given to make them easily identifiable. It was surprisingly sexy, even naughty in a curious way. He fucked me from behind first, while my pussy juices ran down the insides of my legs. The bench was getting slippery, and so we rearranged ourselves, me on my back and him on top of me.

I could hear Nia and her friends next door to us, clearly having a wonderful time. Nia later commented to K that she could tell it was me in the booth next to them, just due to my screaming.

When I came with him deep inside of me I’m certain most of the club heard, yet again, LOL. Obviously I am not one to be shy when it comes to vocalization during sex. We finished up and I made sure to wipe down the bench before we left.

Things were beginning to wind down some. When the last guest had taken their leave we assisted in clean up, encouraging the bouncers and bartenders to eat as much of the leftover food as they wanted. There was quite a lot left over, which we divided up somewhat before leaving.

Nia and her ex decided to stay in the city with their female friend, so F and K and I crawled into the van and headed back to my place. It seemed like such a long drive that night, since we were all exhausted.

Overall, despite the lower numbers than expected, I think the party was a success. We all had a great time, and it was such a trip to play in public like that again. I’m thinking it won’t be the last Goodhandy’s party I ever get in on Although I might just leave the hosting up to them, since it’s such a great deal of work!

I hope everyone had an excellent weekend as well, and I promise more tales of K’s visit and all of the sexy threesomes we’ve been having. There may even be photos If anyone wants to see them that is

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

After the complete flop that was Loki (he was totally non-committal as far as getting together went and I only had patience for that the first week) I decided not to mention new guys, and waste perfectly good names on them, until something had actually come of it.

So, last night I had a date with a new guy, who I’ve been chatting to for a week or two. He’s not exactly local (he’s an hour and a half away) but close enough that we can hang out once or twice a month I think. Plus we can meet in the middle or he can come out here.

He’s younger than me, only 21, which doesn’t seem like a lot since I am only 25, yet I feel a bit like a Mrs. Robinson**. Perhaps because I’ve already lived through an awful lot of experiences in that short time. He seems fairly innocent, which I’ll admit makes him greatly appealing. Not because I want to corrupt him (ok maybe a little) but because that wide-eyed wonder reminds me that there are still plenty of discoveries to be made.

Before I get into the details of our evening out, he gets a name. Nia lent me a book about choosing names based on astrology and personality types. The guy in question is a Taurus (the highest match for my Virgo self, LOL) and so I’ve decided to christen him Nelek, which means ‘horn’ because it’s amusing, and pretty suitable in my opinion.

Anyway, all of that taken care of, on to the good stuff!

Nelek and I had arranged to meet in his city and then have coffee together and hang out. I made it very clear that I didn’t want to attach any expectations to this date because of my personal rule regarding not putting out on the first date. Really, I prefer the initial meeting to be about getting to know each other, without any pressure or presumptions about sex. He agreed with me on all points, and so a time and place was solidified.

Although I had written out directions for myself, I still got lost, and ended up on his doorstep half an hour late. He told me later that he had assumed I was standing him up. I generally do not go into strangers houses, however, his older female roommate was sitting right there and I had to go pee so bad I couldn’t stand it. He let me in to use his bathroom, and to snorgle his adorable lab puppy.

We drove over to the nearest Tim Horton’s and grabbed a coffee and a seat. The conversation was light and entertaining, and he was certainly easy on the eyes. We seemed to hit it off, and had plenty of things to say. There were no awkward silences, which was a bonus.

Eventually the conversation became a little racy for the crowd at Tim’s and we decided we’d better relocate before we started getting stared at (not that I mind). I suggested we check out a sex store, since that seems like a perfect place to go on a first date, LOL.

He directed me to a place nearby. A nice little non-chain place with a great selection. I picked up some penis chocolate moulds for my upcoming party, and we browsed the toys and lingerie. Found out he’s a big fan of costumes, and sexy games. Clearly he needs a little schooling, since he doesn’t know a lot about kink and he’s never purchased a sex toy, but that will come with time.

We left the store and drove around some, just talking and getting to know each other more. At one point we stopped at a park to wander outside but it was far too cold, and so that lasted all of 5 minutes before we hopped back into the truck.

I asked if there were any diner’s open where we could grab some nibbles. He suggested a place he knew and off we went. It was a typical 24-hour eating establishment, but there isn’t much open that late at night, LOL. We flirted over french fries, discussing past relationships and hobbies and all manner of random topics. It was decided that once we were done at the diner, we would find someplace to park and talk some more. I still had time to burn and neither of us wanted the date to end quite yet.

We ended up in an unlit parking lot and sat there chatting for quite some time. There was certainly flirting, but neither of us were brave enough to make a move. Silly really, but after some posturing and nervous glances we managed to get the initial kissing out of the way. After that, the awkwardness melted away and we spent some time making out like teenagers in the front seat. Kissing led to groping, which eventually led to his hand down the front of my jeans while I screamed bloody murder and came all over his fingers. I returned the favour in kind, making him twitch under my touch while nibbling his lower lip.

We were both satisfied and breathless, and since it was well into the wee hours of the morning, I decided I should start the long trek home. I dropped him off and kissed him goodnight before grabbing another coffee and driving back to my place. I crawled into bed beside Jack at 3:30am, exhausted but content.

All in all, I felt it went very well (the fooling around aside). I enjoyed his company very much, and it seems that he enjoyed mine as well. He’s also quite open minded, and willing to try new things. It’s too early to speculate on where this is going, but I’m generally optimistic.

*Steven Meretzky

**A term commonly used for an older married woman who seduces young men.

Last night Jack and I had a sexy and naughty evening over at JaneLovesDick.com in the company of a number of other hotties. Padme and Master Anakin put on a hot show, Nia stopped by to watch me have a little fun with one of my toys, and F was lured into chatting with the promise of Jack and I having sex on cam. Good times were had by all.

Padme posted about it on her blog, here. She and Master A are off to the Vancouver Sex Show today, but perhaps we shall all meet up again tonight over at JLD for another steamy night of web cam fun!

*As much as I’d like to, I won’t give out my user name there, nor the user names of my pals, due to privacy and anonymity. You’ll just have to join up and keep an eye out

You know, I’ve been lusting after the sleek and sexy steel toys made by Njoy since I discovered their website some months ago. I wondered how that cold (or warm perhaps) metal would feel sliding along the front wall of my cunt.

So when the fabulous people at Spicy Gear up and sent me one, I was totally over the moon! You cannot grasp the excitement I felt when I opened the lid on the gorgeous box it comes with. There, nestled amongst silky pink fabric, was the Fun Wand! Squeeee!

It was much smaller in size than I was anticipating. A little longer than a pencil and about the thickness of my little finger, it’s not the least bit intimidating. I stroked its perfectly smooth curves, examining the three teardrop shaped ‘bumps’ along one end of the shaft. I imagined how delicious they would be working their way into my bottom. It was enough to give me the shivers.

Now having owned a steel toy, I can tell you that it’s actually very versatile, and so easy to clean! Much like glass, all that is required is a little anti-bacterial soap, hot water, and a soft cloth for drying it. NEVER, ever use anything abrasive on your Fun Wand or any steel toy, as it will ruin the finish.

Stainless steel can also be sterilized in boiling water or with a mild bleach solution (make sure to rinse it well afterwards).

It’s obviously waterproof so you can enjoy it in the tub or the shower. Even hot tubs or chlorine won’t bother it any. If you have a ceramic tub/shower just be a little careful not to bang this toy against any of the surfaces too hard, as it would be possible to chip your ceramic. Keep that in mind if the toy is in or near your mouth as well, since chipping one’s tooth is not my idea of a good time.

Any sort of lube you like is totally compatible with this toy, and it can easily be covered with a condom for shared use. You can warm it up in a sink/bowl full of hot water (please check the temperature on the inside of your wrist before sticking it anywhere more sensitive though) or cool it off in the fridge for all sorts of fun added sensations.

Being quite slender, and perfectly curved for prostate stimulation (with either end) this toy is ideal for both men and women who are just beginning to explore anal play. Jack says that the end with the ‘balls’ along the shaft is sort of like anal beads, except SO MUCH BETTER because it curves upward and rubs against his prostate.

I heated it up in a sink of hot water before I slid it into his anus. He said the warmth was fantastic, and much more comfortable than room temperature, or cool. The smooth end with the ball at the end made for an excellent handle, and the toy was easy to remove as well.

Speaking of the curved end with the ball, it was designed specifically for G-spot stimulation. You all know that thus far I have not be successful when it comes to getting a thrill from that specific area. I can say though that there is nothing quite like having chilled steel gliding over your girl parts.

Despite not having a prostate, it’s also quite wonderful for female anal stimulation. Yum!

I love the curves of this toy. No matter which end you use, the other end makes a lovely handle. This allows for either gentle or firm stimulation. It also makes it easier to use solo.

This is also one of two toys that Jack has forbidden me from ever giving away (along with his Fleshlight).

This Product Receives:

I’ve been looking forward to this particular review for some time. After several requests for this product, and thanks to the generosity of the awesome people at Pleasure Me Now, I bring you The Pleasure Swing!

Jack and I have had a LOAD of fun testing this bad boy out. Oh My Lord! Likely the most fantastic couples ‘toy’ ever manufactured I can’t say enough totally awesome things about it.

First of all I offer some tips in instillation. For those of you intimidated by putting up something intended to be heavy-duty load bearing, you can always buy a stand for it. If you have a tall partner (like mine) that might limit the amount of positions you can do.

Have a little confidence, putting this thing in is not rocket science

Tools You Will Need:

A good stud finder (you buy these at a hardware store. Fork over the extra bucks for a good one)

An electric drill (contrary to the instructions that come with the swing, you cannot put this thing up without drilling a hole first)

Two drill bits - The thinnest one you can find and another that is just slightly thinner than the eye-bolt for the swing

Tacks and some newspaper (if you have a textured ceiling)

Alright, here we go, now pay attention:

1. If you know which direction the ceiling joists in your house run, all the better. If not, maybe check out your unfinished basement. They will be the same all through the house. If you don’t, study how your roof looks from the outside. If there are peaks (as in like this) on the front of your house, it’s likely the joists run from side to side. If the peaks are on the sides of your house (like this) then they probably run from front to back. If you really can’t figure it out, that’s ok too, that’s why you bought that stud finder.

2. Go to the room where you want to put up the swing. Bring your tools and a stool. If you have a textured ceiling take the tacks and newspaper and tack pieces of it up (overlapping) on the area where you want the swing to go. This will allow your stud finder to slide smoothly over the rough surface. If you have a smooth ceiling, ignore that part.

3. If you know which way your joists are going, run the stud finder back and forth across the ceiling in the opposite direction that the joists are going. When your stud finder detects a joist, mark the spot where the edge of the joist starts. Come from the other direction with the stud finder to locate the other edge, mark that as well. Now you can find the center of the joist, hooray! If you don’t know which way the joists run start by sliding your stud finder along the ceiling from side to side. If it beeps every 16 inches or so, it’s likely that your joists are running front to back. If it doesn’t beep at all try sliding it from front to back. Once you establish which way they are running, proceed with the steps described above.

4. Once you know where the center of the joist is, you will want to drill a test hole, to make sure you’ve found the joist. Take the smallest drill bit you have and drill in between your two markings. You should feel the drill bit hit something more solid once you get through the drywall. Once you’ve drilled a little ways into the solid part, pull the bit back out and you should be able to identify some wood particles on it. That’s a good thing. IF you don’t feel that you’ve hit something solid, try drilling a quarter of an inch to the left or right of the hole.

5. Now that you’ve found the joist for sure, get out the big drill bit and drill a hole deep into the joist. Don’t worry about compromising the integrity of your joists, I promise they can handle this sort of thing. The reason you need to pre-drill rather than just trying to screw the eye-bolt into the ceiling is because screwing something like that into wood without a pre-made hole will cause the wood to split and splinter, which is bad.

6. Once the hole is made, start screwing in the eye-bolt. Tighten it as much as you can and then I suggest attaching the swing to it and then using that to turn the eye-bolt some more until the ring portion is just about touching the ceiling.

7. To test it out begin by laying across the support slings and put some weight on it. With someone spotting you, get into the swing and bounce up and down a little. Watch the ring for a lot of wiggling back and forth or if it seems to be pulling out of the ceiling. If you somehow have failed to screw it into a joist, it’ll pull loose pretty much immediately. Time to start over if that happens. If not, you’re set to go!

Once we got it all set up, I climbed in (with a stool and some assistance). Jack is very tall and I am not, so I need to use a stool to get into this thing. That’s perfectly ok. I do not suggest getting in to it without a little assistance.

So basically the longer sling part goes under your rear, the shorter one goes across your back (around the shoulder blade area) and the two smaller slings are for your feet/legs. There are a LOT of positions you can chose from, creativity with it is half the fun. The swing itself comes with a little booklet that suggests a few good positions to get you started.

This swing is incredible. Out of all the sex toys I’ve tried it is without a doubt my favorite. The position we use most is me on my back in the swing, the lower sling on the top part of my butt and the other around my shoulders. I put my feet in the smaller slings so that they rest in the arch of my feet and then I stretch out my legs so that they are in a big V-Shape. Jack stands between my legs and pushes his cock into me and just goes to it. Since the swing does most of the work he hardly has to pump and yet he can fuck me harder and faster than is generally possible in a more horizontal position. It’s also very easy for him to play with my nipples or pussy, or for me to do either of those things as well. If I bend my knees towards my chest it allows for even deeper penetration. WOW!

We have also done doggie-style in it, and oh my! It felt incredible, and I was able to easily use one of my vibrators on my clit while Jack had sex with me. You may wanna throw a towel down under you though, LOL.

There are still a lot of positions we want to try. It’s also fantastic for oral sex. We have it set up in close proximity to our bed, so Jack can sit on the edge of it and lick my pussy while I am in the swing. Any chair would do though, which makes it way more comfortable on the neck than it usually is laying between someones legs (in my humble opinion). If you wanna get creative you could also try having the man sitting in the chair and the naughty lass bouncing up and down in the swing upon his cock. This would be ideal for someone with a disability because there are a lot of ways to have intercourse that do not require physical train on either person.

The slings are very easy to clean. They care easily unclipped from the top bar and rinsed gently in a sink or tub. Use a little liquid laundry detergent as well if you wish. Rinse thoroughly and hang to dry.

I really like that it’s very easy to take the swing down and put it back up. Do not remove the eye bolt from the ceiling between uses. That will seriously compromise it’s ability to bear weight. Simply unhook the swing and if you are worried about questions hang a fake plant from the eye bolt. You could also claim to use it for resistance band exercises, for hanging clothes you need to keep from wrinkling (that you intend to wear the next day) or for unwrinkling clothes with a steamer. There are loads of ways to explain a great big eye bolt in your ceiling, just go with it.

Besides being awesome for sex, this thing is just plain fun! I like sitting in it just to bounce up and down. V calls it an adult jolly-jumper. For a sex party one of these is a must! I have a little pet fantasy about setting it up for a naughty gathering and then just hanging out there all night letting whomever wants to have a go! Yes, a naughty, naughty slut am I.

For the price, I would happily purchase one of these things because honestly, it’s worth every penny and then some. It’s good up to 200 pounds with the fun spring, but it can hold up to 400 if you take that part off. The padding makes it comfy to sit in, and it’s brilliant for bondage! There are DVD’s available as well with useful suggestions on positions and technique, so even lack of creativity is no excuse not to own one of these fantastic products.

A swing makes a totally fabulous gift for a friend or lover! I promise you will not be disappointed with this product, and I certainly give it a great big Shasta Seal Of Approval!

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My darling reader Esined has treated us to the second part of a hot little story she has written. Feedback in the comments section is appreciated. Chapter One can be found here. Enjoy!

Kainny woke up shivering and noticed the sun was lower and she was in the shade. The breeze was making her bare skin cold. She put her clothes back on and went out to explore further to find food. Her stomach was growling loudly and she was feeling weak from not eating since the day before. It made her dizzy. She smelled smoke and came to a small clearing in the woods. The lack of food and probably being in the sun made her feel faint and before she could fight it, the world went dark again.

When she came to, she noticed she was naked and her hands were tied above her head, sitting in a swing with her legs apart. The swing made some movement possible, but not enough to escape. She looked around and saw she was in some kind of hut with a fire glowing in a small clay fireplace. Rarab meat was being grilled over the fire and giving off a wonderful scent that made Kainny stomach growl. Too hungry to care what kind of predicament she was in, she called out. “Hello!? Is anyone out there?”

She looked to the door of the hut that was covered with a colorful cloth and saw a shadow moving in front of it. She recognized the shape of the shadow, Mithra! She sighed in relief seeing a familiar person and not some monster. The Mithra came in and went straight to the fireplace and took the food and put it in a clay bowl. Kainny observed this Mithra and noticed how beautiful she was. Her fur was a light color of mocha and her hair was a striking color of bright red, brighter that on any other Mithra she ever saw. She had seen several redhead Mithra’s in Jeuno, but their coloring was leaning more towards auburn and warm brown tones. Her eyes were beautiful also, as blue as the water from the beach, bright and shiny, like jewels.

Her attire was unlike the Mithra attire she was used to seeing in Jeuno or even Kazam. It looked more primitive, skins and fur, most likely from the animals in the Jungle. Kainny asked, “Where am I?” The Mithra just stared at her but did not answer. She came over with the bowl of meat, and Kainny noticed that she must have prepared it while Kainny was busy looking at her. The Mithra started feeding her and Kainny out of hunger ate greedily.

She noticed that the Mithra was also observing her and somehow begun to feel aroused by being under this wild cat’s scrutiny. This feline was looking at her all over. Looking at her eyes, her lips as she took the food into her mouth, to her breasts, her smooth belly and finally down to her center, which was exposed by having her legs spread apart. She seemed more curious of that area than any other. The feline then returned to the table and poured a liquid into a cup and brought it to Kainny’s lips. Kainny drank the sweet nectar greedily yet again and realized that she might have been dehydrated as well as hungry from being under the sun all day. As she drank the juice, some of it dribble over the side of the cup and ran down her cheek, to her neck, all the way down to her exposed breast, stopping at her taut nipple.

The Mithra set the cup back down the table and returned to Kainny’s side. Kainny assumed that she would bring a cloth back to wipe the juice off of her. Instead, the feline took her head down to her breast and started licking the juice off her nipple and breast. Kainny arched against this warm tongue licking her from her nipple to her mouth. The Mithra was licking her mouth and Kainny parted her lips and began kissing her. She looked to see a look of surprise and then pleasure within those deep blue pools. Kainny could hear her start to purr. She began to feel aroused and felt her womanhood becoming moist with arousal. The Mithra’s soft furry hands were touching out of curiosity her bare breasts and body. Kainny started panting and she noticed that the feline smelling her all over her body. Her soft tiny whiskers were tickling where she was sniffing. She became focused on Kainny’s exposed womanhood and was sniffing in the area purring louder. She timidly started licking her inner thighs, torturing Kainny with pleasure, as she made timid mewing sounds.

Kainny could feel her warm breath so close to her spot and started whimpering wanting to beg and thinking; Oh! Please lick me! Lick me! Suddenly she heard a roaring sound that made the redhead Mithra become alarmed and shrank away. Kainny hearing this roar became very concerned that they were being under attack from a predator. She noticed that it had gotten dark and that the sun must be setting. Her encounter with this sexy cat had distracted her to the point that she had not realized time going by. Looking at the Mithra she saw that she was scared and trying to keep calm. Kainny was getting scared also.

She then saw what she thought she would never see in her whole life, a Manthra! He had a mane of a lion but was black as night. His dark eyes were the eyes of a predator and he was tall. He was almost as tall as an Elvaan and muscular, but lean and stealthy unlike those big clumsy Galkans. He had an intimidating presence and his eyes glowed in the hut that was getting darker as dusk was nearing. Kainny could not help but flinch as his eyes set upon her. Many other Mithra’s were at the door of the hut peering in, seeing if their male cat was pleased with their offering of her. That is when it struck her. Kainny was a mating offer to their leader.

He growled a deep growl of what seem to be approval, looking Kainny over. He then turned around and growled ferociously at the curious Mithra’s peering in. They all left in fright, including the pretty redhead. He turned around and faced her. Kainny could not help herself as she flinched under his scrutiny. He looked like he was about to devour her.

My weekend was all kinds of awesome! I’m feeling pretty banged up and sore all over, and I suffered a few bruises but it was all in the name of hedonism and having a great time.

On Friday Jack told me to go pick up this single-serve coffee maker that I have been drooling over for weeks. See, we have a regular coffee maker, which is awesome, but I don’t drink a whole pot a day so I’d end up dumping half eventually (and I didn’t waste on purpose, I’d still drink it anywhere within 24 hours of making it since we have a vacuum-sealed thermal carafe). It was bad enough in Calgary, but the water tastes like ass here, so we buy bottled, and I choked ever time I had to pour half a pot of coffee-infused bottled water down the sink.

So just make half a pot to begin with, right? I mean is seems obvious.

I just could never master that though. My coffee always ended up tasting vile and then I’d dump the rest of it anyway. Perhaps I am just too picky, but whatever, I won’t force myself to drink swill.

Buying a single-cup maker seemed like the smartest solution. We would of course keep the bigger coffee maker for company and so forth, and just use the smaller one when it’s less than four or so cups we are making.

Weeks ago I launched into my usual pre-buying research. Yes, I research. When I am shopping for an appliance I investigate every possible option I can find. I even have a book specifically about what to look for in kitchen appliances. Doing this sort of intensive research accomplishes two things:

A) I get the most suitable appliance to meet my specific needs

B) I don’t buy a piece of shit

Even if it means spending more than I would normally like to on an appliance, quality is not often something that comes super cheap. On the other hand don’t just be paying for a brand name.

Just get the book I’m not going into it all here.

After narrowing it down, I went to several appliance stores to check out the machines in person. I also wanted to figure out what sort of coffees were available locally for each type of machine (most of the higher-end ones can’t just brew your regular coffee grounds without special adapters). Buying a machine and then having to special-order pods/disks/cups for it from some obscure factory in the Congo is not my idea of efficiency or practicality.

At long last, on Friday, I was ready to buy. I had settled on the Keurig B60 which brews coffee in nifty little k-cups. There was also an easy to use (and easy to clean) refillable k-cup that would enable me to use my own coffee if I wanted to. It also brews coffee in three ’sizes’ which refers to quantity (espresso sized, regular coffee cup sized, and travel mug sized). The controls are also super-easy to use and the water tank on it was a good size. Not to mention being able to adjust the temperature of the water by a few degrees (you should have it set on the highest temp for most coffees and then lower it for brewing teas).

We brought it home, fired it up, primed it (you run a cup of water through it before your first use) and then made some coffee with it. Yum! We were both impressed and pleased. We made some Timothy’s breakfast blend for the first run, and then Jack tried an English breakfast tea k-cup and he said that was really good too.

I know this sounds like a review, and I guess it is, but I get pretty excited about coffee. I love this thing! If you want to get one of your own I’d suggest Linens N Things, which carry the machine, the reusable k-cups and a selection of pre-packaged coffee k-cups. I haven’t yet tried loose leaf tea in the reusable k-cup, but used our regular brand of coffee in it and that was awesome.

So, if you’re a coffee junkie like me and you want a really great one-cup making machine and you don’t mind laying out some extra cash for something super, I’d highly recommend this one.

Ok, enough about the damned coffee maker, LOL

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Saturday things kicked off with my first ever sex-blogger face to face meet up. A very wonderful and lovely sex blogess was in my area quite by coincidence and so we arranged a quick get-together at a local coffee shop to gab and get to know each other a bit better. Out of respect for her privacy and need to remain anonymous I shall not share nor hint as to her identity unless she feels comfortable outing herself either on her own blog or on my comments board.

Being able to sit and chat with her was fantastic. She’s wonderfully charming and it just seemed like we’d been friends forever almost immediately. We didn’t have a terribly long time together as we both had other engagements to attend to, but she graciously extended an invitation for a future meeting which I plan to take her up on at the earliest mutually agreeable convenience.

After her and I parted ways it was off to downtown T-dot for yours truly. I had my first ever solo driving expedition through the insanity that is GTA traffic. However, I managed to arrive at the house of The SmartAss unscathed and in proper time. I only got a little bit lost and had to phone him a few blocks from his domicile.

We sat down in his living room and talked for a bit, which somehow escalated to a prolonged play fighting match on his couch. Perhaps it’s childish, but I was giggling madly as he pinned me down by my wrists and very cautiously kissed me (I think he was afraid I might bite, which I did). I was stronger than he expected and it took him a lot of effort to overpower me. I broke free briefly and made it as far as his kitchen where he pushed me roughly against his counter and kissed me again, longer this time, and his hand found it’s way up my summer dress to between my legs which was unprotected by panties (since I only wear unders with pants). I stopped fighting for a minute while he stroked me and kissed me hard.

Then I pushed him away with a grin. He was only caught off guard for a moment before he backed me forcefully into his bedroom and pushed me down onto his bed. We were both already sweaty and out of breath and before long the clothes were in a heap on the floor and he was dragging his nails up and down my back. When he got between my legs and pushed his length into me I let my eyes roll back in my head and a little sigh crossed my lips.

The sex was rough, passionate, all of those good things that first-time-with-someone-new sex usually is (at least in my experience). At one point I was flat on my belly with my legs together and he was fucking me from behind, panting into my ear while I groaned and arched my back. He bit my neck, my shoulders, and wherever else he could get a bit of skin between his teeth. He left marks on me that will last for days perhaps.

When I came for him I buried my face in his pillow and screamed while my body arched and quivered. He fucked me harder, his head over my shoulder, nibbling my ear and giving me tingles right to my toes. He asked me if I wanted him to cum in me (all in the name of play since yes we indeed used a condom) and I said yesssss with a hoarse moan. He climaxed with several enthusiastic grunts and then laid beside me and ran his finger tips over my sweat-coated back.

“I really like how you arch your back. You look very feline” he commented, giving my rear an affectionate squeeze.

We laid in bed to recover, cuddled up and debating where we might go for supper. Chinese? Or perhaps Greek was in order? We were both starving so before long we settled on this great little Indian place he knew of. After sorting ourselves out and getting dressed he drove us to KamaSutra Indian Restaurant & Wine Bar for some sustenance. It looked like a really nice place, and we asked for seating on the patio since it was still warm out.

The food there was incredible. I really enjoyed it a great deal, the menu was mouth-watering and we decided to share a couple of dishes along with rice and naan which comes with most of the entrees. It was fantastic, I want to eat there again for sure. Dinner for two costs about $50 so not somewhere you want to go to everyday but certainly once a month or so if you can manage it.

After dinner we went back to his place and cuddled up on the couch to watch some Red vs Blue, which is totally hilarious. Even if you’re not a gamer I am sure you can appreciate the humor. It was nice to just have a little down time, but eventually I started to get tired and The SmartAss was having a friend in crisis over for movies and ice cream so we said goodnight and he showed me the way to Yonge Street, since I could find my way home from there.

All in all it was a really great day and I totally enjoyed myself.

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Today was down time with Jack and the kids. We did a little shopping, did a little driving, I had an excellent Greek salad for lunch. Made coffee in my fabulous coffee maker, looked for a new purse (still have not found exactly what I want) and bought some pitchers for storing milk (you Ontario people with your milk in a bag, SO WEIRD!).

I’m also on the count-down for my birthday, which is during the long weekend this year. I have to tell you it’s a little discouraging not to have at least two dozen people to go out with, or enough local friends with which to throw an awesome party. It’s not horrible to be spending the day with three of the people who love and adore me most in the world, but two of them are my kids which is great but also not conducive to a grown-up celebration. I really wish we had sitter here so I could have a little alone time with my favorite male That would be a perfectly excellent way to celebrate. Who knows, I still have a couple of weeks left to find someone to take the kids, even for a couple of hours, so that we can have dinner together at least.

Please forgive the length of this post. I just feel like getting it all told in one big entry while I am in the mood to write it. I hope that everyone else had a great weekend! This week could be a little dull around here so share with me some stories of your weekend debauchery (even if it was dull, make something up).

*James Patrick Kelly

This week we have a special treat! My darling reader Esined has generously allowed me to post the first part of a hot little story she has written. Feedback in the comments section in appreciated. Enjoy!

Kainny wanted to go on another one of her adventures. She was feeling restless from the humdrum of Jeuno and decided to go to the beach for a change of scenery. Taking a teleport to Mea, she set off to Bibiki Bay to take the boat there to one of the many beaches. She was disappointed to see that it was clouding over as she neared the docks. She wouldn’t be able to sunbathe on the way to the beach.

She began to worry as the clouds got darker once on the boat. Suddenly, she could see lighting and thunder not too far in the distance and it began to pour down hard and within a few minutes she was drenched. Her clothes clung to her body and the boat navigator was having a hard time keeping the boat afloat, being distracted by Kainny’s appearance. Kainny looked down to where the navigator was staring at and she could clearly see her hard nipples through her shirt. She looked up to the navigator that was staring right behind her in fright. Kainny had just had enough time to turn around and see a giant wave crashing on top of her; the world around her went dark.

When Kainny came to, she could hear the gulls crying above her head, everything looked so bright. As she adjusted her view, she could hear waves crashing and felt the water wash over her feet. She got up slowly being dizzy and weak from the ordeal and looked around. White sand and blue water were the first things she noticed. She focused ahead of her and saw a lush green jungle with rocks, cliffs and caves. She looked down to see her shirt torn and her pants also. She bent down ripped her pants into makeshift shorts and her shirt into a small sleeveless top. She could not fix her shirt to cover her mid-drift, so she left it at that. She then set out to explore.

She came across a small waterfall and was thankful to see fresh water. She then began to undress. She stopped briefly sensing as if she were being watched. She stopped all movement and looked around. The birds were still chirping and she saw no movement within the Jungle aside from the breeze within the trees. She dove in the fresh water and drank from it. She then went under the waterfall to let the water wash over her.

From a distance, a strange creature was watching Kainny. Her feline eyes were taking in the scene of this furless female rubbing her body clean. She watched as Kainny was rubbing the sand off her creamy colored breasts that clung to her skin from being washed ashore. These round feline eyes, focused more, and a purring sound came from within her chest as she watched Kainny’s hands rub all over her bare body. She then noticed this stranger take her hand to the only spot that had dark fur on her body and began rubbing it in rhythmic motions. As she was doing this, her other hand went to her breast and played with the already stiff nipple. The stranger was panting and then moaning, her movements becoming more and more urgent.

The creature’s purring became quicker and she was feeling something build within her body and couldn’t understand why she was feeling this way. Her breathing came in as pants as she saw the stranger in the waterfalls rubbing herself and moaning. She could see her two middle fingers disappear within the dark fur between her legs. The stranger then let out a cry of pleasure. The feline’s eyes widened as she saw the stranger groom herself, or rather the only two fingers that were just moments ago hidden in that dark patch of fur. The feline then shrank back into the shadows of the jungle, with a funny sensation of throbbing between her legs as if she was the one being massaged there.

Kainny oblivious to the onlooker that had just seen her pleasure herself went over to where there were large smooth rocks and lay there to dry in the sun. The rocks had already got warm under the sun and felt cozy to Kainny as she took her clothes to use as a cushion under her head. She sighed in pleasure as the warmth of the sun washed over her. She was glad she was able to release the tension of her body that way. She soon fell asleep under the warmth of the sun and the trickle sound of the small waterfall.