Stiletto Diaries

Is it horrible that I keep clicking the balloon?

I’m certain my cryptic post late last night has caused some confusion, and certainly inspired some concerned messages and e-mails today.

Please know that I am ok, although angry, and feeling a little foolish.

K and I had a falling out.  The last one we will ever have I am sure, since I’ve decided that giving him any more chances would only result in more of the same.

I was going to get into it all here, but I’ve decided not to bother.  He doesn’t deserve even 5 more seconds of my time or energy.

Ew!

I can’t believe I gave you yet another chance.

You’re still slimy, skeezey, and desperate.  Clearly nothing about you has changed.

I’ve been stupid and forgiving for the last time.

Fuck off, and never speak to me, or anyone I know, ever again!

Shasta

P.S. Good job on screwing up, again.

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

First of all, thank you so much for all of the awesome comments you left me yesterday.  I really enjoyed the feedback on the new site, and I’m very pleased that everyone seems to approve!  I’ve got gift packs on the go, and if I haven’t gotten your address yet, please it to me!

As excited as I am over the new digs and all of you lovely commenters, I felt ‘off’ all day, for no particular reason.  First I thought maybe it was because I haven’t done anything I would call useful today.  Frequently I get a little stressed out when I feel that I haven’t been productive over the course of the day.  I also worry that the things that I have done will not be the things that Jack wanted me to do, and that he will be disappointed with me.

Here’s a run down of my day and then I can examine it and decide if I’ve been productive or a slug:

7:00am - Got up, got dressed, got 2 kids dressed, fed them breakfast, made lunch for one child, made coffee, answered e-mails

8:30am - Take one child to school.  Pick up Nia and take her to gym.  Take small child with me to volunteer obligation for 9am-Noon

12:15pm - Tin Horton’s Drive-Thru for coffee

12:30pm - 1:30pm - Home Depot for pipe snake to unclog second floor toilet (I have no idea what got flushed down there) and house plant paraphaneila

1:30pm - 2:30pm - Garden Center for other house plant paraphaneila and hanging planters for plants who have outgrown current pots

2:45pm - Drop Nia off at home and head to school

3:00pm - Fetch older child from school

3:15pm - Stop at Dollar Store for bubble envelopes (for gift packs) and other paper goods

3:45pm - Get home, make snack for kids, check phone messages, call repair man back who I had forgotten was coming earlier that day, arrange new appointment time, check e-mail, address envelopes.

4:30pm - Repair man arrives, damage is worse than initially thought.  While he from the basement out to his truck and back 500 times I started re-potting what seemed like a million house plants.

6:00pm - Feed children, clean up massive dirt mess on the deck, talk to Jack on the phone and beg him to have mercy on me and bring home pizza.

6:15pm - Realize that period is due tonight/tomorrow and sigh with relief that I’m not actually going crazy, it’s just my hormones.

Now - Sit on couch and stare at Jack forlornly, asking him how he can possibly love me, since he would have been better off marrying a sloth, who likely would have proven more useful.

I guess it does seem like I did something, it’s just not important things (in my humble opinion) even though all of it did need doing sooner or later.

I really hate using my period to justify moodiness or bad behaviour.  Generally I make my very best effort to remind myself that I am not a slave to my emotions.  Today is just one of those days I suppose, and perhaps I need to cut myself some slack.

Padme suggested I treat myself to a hot bath tonight, maybe with a little wine and a bath bomb.  That sounds REALLY good right about now.  Maybe I can lure Jack into joining me.

I’m looking forward to the weekend and spending some time unwinding.

Hello Readers!

I’m glad you found your way over to the new site.  Stiletto Diaries outgrew Blogger, but it’s still the same site you’ve grown to enjoy, only fancier.  Like a new car with seat warmers.  See?  Aren’t you glad I traded in the station wagon?

I won’t be posting at the old site anymore, and I know all of you other site owners are groaning at the idea of having to change links, but I swear I’ll only do this one.  I’m happy here, so I have no plans to move again, ever.  Besides, I already bought the domain for life, LOL.

Take a look around, let me know if anything is broken.  There is some new stuff over in the sidebar there (check out the Ho Call since I’ve added a lot of non-blog links I love).

Also, there is additional navigation at the bottom of this page.  Still not sure how I feel about that.  Thoughts?  Will people miss it do you think?  The design came like that, and it’s nice to have less clutter in the sidebar, but there is no point having it there if no one notices it.

Thanks for stopping by!

XOXO

Shasta

EDIT: Jack figured we should do something special, so the first 20 unique commenters get a gift pack!  If you are willing to provide a mailing address that is.  Gift packs contain free porn, condoms, cock chocolates, cock rings, and other goodies!

Most of you probably remember my hunt for my G-Spot some months ago, which was a fun experiment, but didn’t result in anything spectacular.  In the hopes of increasing my chances of success, I enlisted the help of Jenna’s Velvet G, which is apparently supposed to be a pretty alright vibrator for this particular task.

I found the Velvet G to be an average G-Spot toy.  It doesn’t offer much in the way of unique design or features.   However the large bulbous end, designed to stimulate those sometimes hard to reach spots can be quite appealing.  It had a very good range of vibration intensity, which is beneficial because it’s easy to find a speed that is comfortable, no matter what your preference.
 
I found the motor to be quite loud, so this toy is not suitable for covert masturbation.  The noise level can also be somewhat distracting, but that may not be an issue for everyone.
 
Due to my personal anatomy I found this toy could be uncomfortable to use for certain stimulation.  My pubic bone seemed to get hooked under the head of this vibrator, which was quite unpleasant for me.   Some people enjoy that sort of sensation a great deal, so it’s something you will have to experiment with.
 
I really enjoyed the material this vibrator is made out of.  The satiny soft plastic coating feels very good against ones skin, adding to the tactile experience of sex with a toy.
 
This toy is slender enough to be enjoyed by most anybody, and it’s easy to clean since there are no seams in the plastic, or small nooks and crannies.
 

Give this toy a try if you are yet unfamiliar with your G-Spot.  The egg-shaped head provides a large area, making it easier to find your spot than some toys designed with smaller surface area.

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This blog is brand spanking new.

Or rather, it’s the new version of an older site which I have just moved to paid hosting, right here.

Please be patient while I finish moving content and tweaking the template to my liking.

In the mean time there are loads of great things to read in the archives

Carry on!

 

While I was in Calgary over the weekend we did a little shopping. Krickets down on 4th St in Mission is filled with funky and stylish accessories and gifts. Be warned, there are so many fabulous things in that store your head may explode. Knowing how I love quirky pins, V gifted me with this totally suitable little gem. I think it pretty much says it all.

I had wanted to write a post yesterday before we left for Calgary, but I didn’t have time. Ah well. It’ll wait, churning about in my brain, until I have the time to get it all out here.

I’m writing this from V’s computer, while we get geared up to head out for the evening. Tonight we’re going for drinks with friends at one of our regular hangouts here in the city. I’m really looking forward to seeing everyone. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen some of them, and I’ve missed them all terribly.

Yesterday I stayed awake for 22 hours, and last night I got 3 hours of sleep. I’m running on Starbucks and Spanakopita, which is a pretty hilarious combination really. This morning I spent some time with K, and bought a few new beads for my dreads. V and I had lunch together (she had to work today) and then I buggered around a little, taking a little solo tour of the city and rediscovering all the familiar places.

I’ve been taking some photos that I’ll be able to share once I get home. Mainly things I miss around Calgary which may be of no interest to anyone but me.

Tomorrow or Sunday I really want to eat at Globefish, since it’s my favorite restaurant ever. I have plans with LD in the evening which will hopefully involve some full-frontal nudity. Tee Hee. Certainly there will be interesting blog posts to come.

Nearly time to head out so I’d better get a move on. I hope everyone is having a truly fabulous weekend, wherever you are!