Picture Perfect

Thursday I taught a class up at Simon Fraser University to a lovely group of eager students. Wanting to keep baby near, I decided to bring him along. I also brought a friend with me and the stroller, so while I taught she took him for a jaunt around the campus.

While out meandering she pulled out her camera and took some gorgeous shots of Pickle boy. Isn't he handsome?

It's been a real juggling act getting back to work and I am only able to do this because I have so many helpful warm and caring friends and family who make it possible.

We Got It On

Our bedroom light was still burning bright yet the end of the day had arrived and the outside world was quietly dark.

Jason's naked body was next to mine in bed and our flesh warmed one another despite the brisk air in the room.

In hushed voices we spoke, as we dared not wake the baby in the next room who was not yet deep in slumber. We only spoke about our day in brief snippets and between each morsel disclosed we nibbled on one another with fervor.

He looked into my eyes with a hunger and I merely made the suggestion sex would be nice. He rolled me onto my side and as we giggled together, he slid his already rigid cock into my core.

It was sex driven by need. The need to connect. The need to merge as one. The need for a release. The need for love. The need to do for the other.

Later after that point of climax, both weary and satiated, we disentangled ourselves from one another. But not before I grabbed my iPhone and snapped a photo of the position we found ourselves in as it was one we'd not before used.

Then we went to sleep wrapped up in each others arms.

Perception: A Social Experiment

THE SITUATION

In Washington , DC , at a Metro Station, on a cold January morning in 2007, this man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, approximately 2,000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After about 3 minutes, a middle-aged man noticed that there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule.

About 4 minutes later:

The violinist received his first dollar. A woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.

At 6 minutes:

A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.

At 10 minutes:

A 3-year old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time. This action was repeated by several other children, but every parent - without exception - forced their children to move on quickly.

At 45 minutes:

The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.


After 1 hour:

He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed and no one applauded. There was no recognition at all.



No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music.


This is a true story. Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the D.C. Metro Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities.


This experiment raised several questions:

*In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?

*If so, do we stop to appreciate it?

*Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made . . .

How many other things are we missing as we rush through life?

Cherry Popping

Last night at the Couples Party I met a woman. There happened to be six of us on the group bed together. She was next to me.

I asked her if she had ever been with a woman before. In a low raspy voice, she replied "no".

"Have you ever touched a woman's breast before?" I was met with another "no", as I moved my body closer to hers.

The index finger of her right hand traced my warm soft breast with great gentleness. I knew that Jason who was between my legs caressing my lips would be greatly aroused by this visual before him.

I swept my finger along her breast and then brushed her pert nipple with quick slight motions. Her groans told me my attention towards her was appreciated.

The woman's husband starting having sex with her as my hungry tongue was licking the sensitive spots on her tight luscious body.

In short order Jason was on top of me and the four of us were all having sex side by side, all the while her and I continued to make out. The couple on the other side of us were now going at it hot and heavy too. The bed was in motion, the smell of sex was strong and it made my head swim in that lustful way I adore.

Jason came with a huge explosion and couldn't stop after that, he just kept going, caught up in the moment. The other woman's eyes rolled back in her head, her back arched and she was captivated by my talking dirty in her ear.

I had rolling waves of pleasure that left me gasping as the man next to me suddenly had the spent look of satisfaction come over him.

After cuddling everyone, I went and fetched a towel to clean Jason and I up. I asked the couple whom we'd been so engaged if they wanted anything .... "water". Upon my return I cleaned my man & I then gave each of them a cup of water much to their delight.

We sat around and debriefed for a few minutes then I left them alone to bask in the glow of the first time experience together with one another.