weekend events

The last few days have been a pain in the butt for me, given that Blogger is having some internal troubles that are impacting on the file that houses my blog. Frames, color and formatting gone and amuck, what a piss off. Seems that this was to be my week to deal with web based issues. Not a very pleasurable experience that's for sure but one that I'm working my way through calmly.

My weekend was way too much fun. Spent Friday night at a swingers dance in Burnaby with a friend, Hugh. We had such a great night out and I won a couple of contests, thus resulting in an abundance of free alcohol. As a non drinker, I then wandered the place handing out drinks to anyone I didn't already know. A free pitcher of green beer, and three shots to give away.

When we'd arrived to the dance, some young barely 20 year old man was making eyes with me in the check in area and proceeded to flirt with stolen glances at me for awhile. Shortly, I observed him leave the table he was at, with another 5 people and head towards the washroom.

Excused myself from my date and went to his table, crouched down next to the woman who he had been seated next to. Asked if they were together and in fact found out they were married. I told her, in my sweetest voice that her man had been flirting with me shamelessly and I wanted to have some fun with him later on in the night. Would this be ok and I proceeded to tell her my plan of what I wanted to do.

Yes, oh yes, have fun, she proclaims and I saunter back over to my seat and let some time pass. Young man returns from the washroom, has some conversation with friends at his table, enjoys a beer, flirts with me again briefly with his eyes, and then I go for him.

Boldly I approach him, grab onto his shoulders to lead him and say, "come with me now!" He stumbles his words, his eyes big as saucers. I can't, my wife. I have a wife. Come on I tell him, I'm going to give you a lap dance right over there in the corner of the dance floor and your going to enjoy it, you big flirt.

"Buuuuuutt, my wife?" rolls out of his mouth... Don't worry darling, I tell him, I already got her permission to do you. "You do? You did?" Sounding anxious yet thrilled he's now starting to clue in. "Yes, now follow along..."

and I pushed him down into the chair, straddling them both while I grind and pelvic thrust my way into a lap dance that I've not done for anyone in years. That boy had one hell of a shit eating grin on his face as I road the hardness that grew in his pants while I lavished him with attention and visual eye candy.


Once the song ended, I slipped him my business card, kissed his forehead and said thank you, then walked away.

I then watched him rearrange the bulge in his pants, walk over to his wife, and say thank you.

They smiled and continued on their night as did I. Before they left later that night, they both came to say thank you again.


Last night, Saturday, my Daddy and I went to Rascals and had play time together. I got to swing in suspension until my stomach flipped, then I was single tailed till I could do no more. Leaving lines of welts and bruising covering my back and bottom as a reminder of our play time. Funny, as Jim struck me last night, I was having a loud, long conversation in my head with someone about whether or not I was a strong woman and what I was capable of.

By the time we got home last night it was already into early this morning so it was straight to bed. This morning though a large, hairy man awoke me with his penis sliding into me to coax an orgasm out of my not awoken yet frame before diving between my cheeks for what seemed like an eternity of blissful, satisfying, long stroked ass fucking.

Today I've managed to pick my daughter up from her camping trip with Girl Guides, go grocery shopping, make dinner, clean the house and soon, I'm to the tub for a long soak. Tomorrow is a work day so I've got to go to bed early this evening.