Human Furniture Photos

Note in the photo above, the lovely ass facing you. See the very large brand of the letter C. That is me in 1995 in a human bird cage, made by my then partner. (click photo to enlarge)

I am the woman on the left, restrained into a human chandelier with two other beauties. (click photo to enlarge)

Sex & BDSM

Any day that starts with waking up in the embrace of the one you love is a good one. After I awoke I rolled quietly out of the bed and tiptoed from the room leaving him sleeping for another two hours. Then I went back to the bedroom and roused him from his deep slumber with kisses and naked body rubbing.

Within a couple of minutes he was awake enough that his morning wood was prevalent and I climbed on board for a ride. We went at it from a few differing angles, maneuvering ourselves for optimum pleasure.

We had a big meeting this afternoon with the powers-that-be in business. It went fairly well, though we have some serious paperwork to tend to now in order to complete this step we are on and be able to move forward with the speed we feel is necessary.

This evening is being spent at home lounging, and counting the contractions that have been plaguing me for most of this day. It seems that today the contractions have been rather overwhelming and even dare I say intense.

I commented to Jason a short while ago, that I wish I knew what was different about today, that has made my contractions so regular. His observation was perhaps the morning sex triggered this. What ever the case, I just pray that he's wrong, as I honestly don't want to think about spending more time again without being close with him like that. Plus the orgasms are oh so necessary to my sanity.

Tomorrow night is Dungeon Players, and there are some spots remaining on the guest list. If you are a Lounge and wish to come out and join us all for the evening, drop me an email and I'll get you reserved.

reservations: jennifer@libidoevents.com

Beavers in BC & Rhino's in Africa

Thank you Jacqueline for putting this lovely beaver shot into my In-Box, both Jason and I found it to be very cute.

And to my good friend C. for sending me this funny, poignant and somewhat sad story about the plight of African Black Rhinoceroses.

Wilbur Smith talking about the past. - A factual account

The plight of the Black Rhinoceros is, or course, due mostly to the value of its horn and the ferocious poaching that this engenders. However, a contributory factor to the declining rhino population is the animals disorganized mating habits.

It seems that the female rhino only becomes receptive to the male's attentions every three years or so, while the male only becomes interested in her at the same intervals. A condition known quite appropriately as "Must" The problem is one of synchronization, for their amorous
inclinations do not always coincide.

In the early Sixties, I was invited, along with a host of journalists and other luminaries, to be present at an attempt by the Rhodesian Game and Tsetse Department to solve this problem of poor timing.

The idea was to capture a male rhino and induce him to deliver up that which
could be stored until that day in the distant future when his mate's fancy
turned lightly to thoughts of love.

We departed from the Zambezi Valley in an impressive convoy of trucks and Landrovers, counting in our midst none other than the Director of the game department in person, together with his minions, a veterinary surgeon, an electrician and sundry other technicians, all deemed necessary to make the harvest.

The local game scouts had been sent out to scout the bush for the largest, most virile rhino they could find. They had done their job to perfection and led us to a beast at least the size of a small granite koppie with a horn on his nose considerably longer than my arm.

The trick was to get this monster into a robust mobile pen which had been constructed to accommodate him.

With the Director of the Game Department shouting frantic orders from the safety of the largest truck, the pursuit was on. The tumult and the shouting were apocalyptic. Clouds of dust flew in all directions, trees, and vegetation were destroyed, game scouts scattered like chaff, but finally
the Rhino had about a litre of narcotics shot into his rump and his mood became dreamy and benign.

With forty black game guards heaving and shoving, and the Director still shouting orders from the truck, the rhino was wedged into his cage, and stood there with a happy grin on his face.

At this stage, the Director deemed it safe to emerge from the cab of his truck and he came amongst us resplendent in starched and immaculately ironed bush jacket with a colourful silk scarf at this throat. With an imperial gesture, he ordered the portable electric generator to be brought forward and positioned behind the captured animal. This was a machine which was
capable of lighting up a small city, and it was equipped with two wheels that made it resemble a roman chariot.

The Director climbed up on the generator to better address us. We gathered around attentively while he explained what was to happen next.

It seemed that the only way to get what we had come for was to introduce an electrode into the rhino's rear end, and to deliver a mild electric shock, no more than a few volts, which would be enough to pull his trigger for him.

The Director gave another order and the veterinary surgeon greased something that looked like an acoustic torpedo and which was attached to the generator with sturdy insulated wires. He then went up behind the somnolent beast and thrust it up him to a full arms length, at which the Rhino opened his eyes very wide indeed.

The veterinary and his two black assistants now moved into position with a large bucket and assumed expectant expressions. We, the audience, crowded closer so as not to miss a single detail of the drama. The Director still mounted on the generator trailer, nodded to the electrician who threw the switch and chaos reigned. In the subsequent departmental enquiry the blame
was placed squarely on the shoulders of the electrician. It seems that in the heat of the moment his wits had deserted him and instead of connecting up his apparatus to deliver a gentle 5 volts, he had crossed his wires and the Rhino received a full 500 volts up his rear end.

His reaction was spectacular. Four tons of rhinoceros shot six feet straight up in the air. The cage, made of great timber baulks, exploded into its separate pieces and the rhinoceros now very much awake, took off at a gallop.

We, the audience, were no less sprightly. We took to the trees with alacrity. This was the only occasion on which I have ever been passed by two journalists half way up a Mopane tree.

From the top branches we beheld an amazing sight, for the chariot was still connected to the Rhinoceros per rectum, and the director of the game department was still mounted upon it, very much like Ben Hur, the charioteer.

As they disappeared from view, the rhinoceros was snorting and blowing like a steam locomotive and the Director was clinging to the front rail of his chariot and howling like the north wind which only encouraged the beast to greater speed.

The story has a happy ending for the following day after the director had returned hurriedly to his office in Salisbury , another male Rhinoceros was captured and caged and this time the electrician got his wiring right.

I can still see the Rhinoceros's expression of surprised gratification as the switch was thrown. You could almost hear him think to himself. "Oh Boy! I didn't think this was going to happen to me for at least another three years".

Weeks are rolling on by

I am closing in on the end of my second trimester of pregnancy. Today is marked as my 25th week of pregnancy and the baby has great potential of making it should I deliver preterm.

Our son is big, larger than the norm for this point of development anyways. Here is hoping that by delivery time, he is in the range of average as birthing a big baby is not an idea that is very appealing. I'd prefer he be born smaller then grow rapidly after wards.

My day starts with waking up to being kicked internally and ends with my falling asleep to being punched & kicked yet again. This little fella is sure strong.

The best part of my day is Jason talking to my belly and coaxing the baby to move about so he can feel him too. They are already bonding well together, then again the teenager is doing her part to be known to the "pickle" as well. I couldn't ask for a better family, we have so much love to share.

Used Sexually

Order me naked and to stand quietly awaiting you in the corner of the room. With my back to you and goosebumps of uncertainty covering me, I know nothing except the sound of your voice and the subtle noises of your movements. Bring forth your awesome imagination and the tools of your trade.

Come at me with a vengeance and take what you will. Leave me breathless and used. Mark my body with your handiwork, and leave upon my flesh bruises that will not fade for weeks. Consume me, till I cry out in pain and attempt to crawl away from the intensity. Allow me to lose myself in providing pleasure to you.

Curl me up in your arms, the aftermath can be so sweet. Tell me quiet thoughtful sentiments, till I've caught my breath and the shuddering has subsided. Rock me till we fall asleep and allow me to awaken later in need of a shower, welted and with your seed dried upon me.

Pregnant at 36

Being pregnant at thirty six is not the walk in the park it was for me the first time I underwent this journey so long ago now. ( a decade and a half past) Though I still feel youthful, it is becoming apparent that when it comes to motherhood, I am not a spring chicken any longer.

The symptoms that are plaguing me are familiar to many women yet given the woes of the past month of this pregnancy like losing my mucus plug and the sudden on-set of contractions, the combination of it all is tiresome.


It is getting more painful and of course noticeable the swelling in my feet, calves and ankles. It is called "edema" and is made worse by the summer heat and my spending time not resting. This makes mobility a real issue and something that I need to consider when planning my activities, because I can only be on my feet for so long before they require to be elevated, and fast.

The heart burn sucks. Goodness me, I have never experienced this before. Ever. The burn in the back of my throat with no apparent rhyme or reason to it. Antacids supposedly work, but that has yet to be proven in my case thus far. It makes me really uncomfortable each time it boils up to a level of discontent right out of the blue. And yeah, smaller meals don't make me any more comfortable and I don't eat fatty or fried foods, so I am at a loss as to what to do.

Due to the fact that my uterus is now the size of a volleyball, my bladder has been displaced down to the size of a thimble. I pee so regularly that sometimes I get the feeling at night I should just sleep in the washroom to save my self the trouble of the trek back and forth. I pee more in the middle of the night than any other time. It is horrible as I stumble and shuffle to the toilet in a daze then climb back into bed hoping to resume sleep in fast order.

My lower back is in grave discontent, first thing in the morning and at days end. I bought a body pillow and I use it. I sleep on my left side, and on a firm mattress. I get massages. And still my back is bothering me. My frame does not like carrying extra weight, I was definitely not designed to be "heavy".

The cramps that are plaguing my left leg, calf and foot are crippling. Each time making my toes splay miserably, the muscle in my calf bulges and pops out. Every time this happens, I end up doubled over in pain. These episodes happen mostly in the middle of the night and rouse me from a deep sleep into extreme suffering all in a nano-second.

Flavors of Sex

Naughty was last night and boy were we ever busy. It was an evening of sensuality, excitement, sex, cherry popping along with an abundance of visual and sensory delights.

For me, I was able to take part in a few special happenings, though I am going to just recount what stood out for me from the many scenes I witnessed amongst others.

• two women having sex together who did not arrive together
• a man being fisted by another man, who did not arrive together
• a woman bound in ropes by a man, they did not arrive together
• a massage woman with a line up that was over-the-top
• two hot young men making out, it was live porn at it's best
• many many couples having sex together
• numerous women and a man all riding both the sex machines
• lots of people playing voyeur to the girl getting flogged scenes x 2
• a woman giving another woman her first orgasm from a Hitatchi
• a woman tied up on the suspension rack by her husband

These are just the images that stand out for me. There was so much going on that it was impossible to watch it all. We had food service going for hours, lots of hot appetizers and fresh fruit, and we restocked the fridge twice with cold beverages.

At nights end, a few people stuck around and helped completely clean the place. One special woman did all the dishes, another person bagged the garbage and emptied all the laundry and someone else put equipment away that needed it.

We got home and were in bed by 2:30, I was completely wiped out, though my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Sleep never came so easily.

Surrounded by Opportunities

We are two people away from having a full guest list for this evening's Naughty Party. It should be a night to remember for many people.

This afternoon I have had four contractions, and I have been told by the doctor that this is ok and not to fret about it. At-this-time. I have been told what to look for in symptoms and should they arise I will be contacting him, but in the mean time, I am attempting to take it easy and not think about the tightness in my belly as my uterus contracts. Thankfully with no regularity or increase in discomfort.

We are having a house full of people over this week for dinner. What started at inviting 10, turned into 12, then 14 and now sits at 20. I had to stop somewhere and the group that is converging upon us is lively and great fun. It should be a riot to have some many folks over to our new house for a meal. There are some preparations that need to be done, and tomorrow I hope to get to that part.

Ideally I believe that tomorrow Jason would like to make the trek down to Wreck Beach and being that I don't want to disappoint him, I may just agree to give it a go. It is not the drive there and walk down the stairs that does me in. It is the day spent in the heat, then the pregnant waddle back up all those stairs in an exhausted state after tonight's big event that concerns me. However, I want to go and I know how happy it would make him. So tomorrow if it is sunny out, and your trying to reach me by email, Good Luck with that. I'll be naked at the beach with my handsome man at my side.

Gonna Knock Your Knickers Off

This was sent to me and I fell in love with the sentiment and the melody. Shame Is A Bitter Game: Music Video

We toured lease facilities today, hoping to figure out which one is going to be The Lounges new long term space. Double the square footage, showers and other benefits that we are in need of all caught our attention and made me about wet myself with delight.

There is one special place that is exactly what we were looking for. Everything we were hoping to gain already within it, available when we want it, less than we want to spend and in a neighborhood that is going to have people very, very happy. Ceiling heights that are massive, loading bay doors, security bars and an alarm, what a find indeed.

Expect an email from us soon, if you are close enough to us to be recruited to be a part of the behind-the-scenes crew to aid in moving us and readying the new space for our grand opening. There is not a lot of work to do, but certainly some and we will be looking at our quieter and able to keep a secret friends for this task.

For the record there are only five tickets left for tomorrow nights Naughty Party. If you snooze you lose this weekend, so if you want in, send me an email ASAP and reserve your spot now.

Earth Shaking Orgasms

Yesterday I had eight inches chopped off my hair, it will take some time for me to get used to the change. I do like how much cooler it makes my neck and back feel, though for countless years, I have had long hair. This new do, will take me a bit to get comfortable with.

Dinner last night was a resounding success with a whole bevy of new art hung on the walls and a bunch of new DVD's donated as well.

Yesterday while at the Obstetrician, he gave Jason and I the a-ok to resume our sex life, which has been on hold for a few weeks now. Though he was rather clear, that no semen was to enter me as it can cause uterine contractions. So, condoms it is.

Tonight is the big night, we are going to shag, I am going to orgasm and so is Jason. We both may just cry in delight.

If both your feet are planted firmly on the ground around 5:45, you may just feel the earth shake.

This Saturday is The Lounges Naughty Party, and it is now at 70% sold out. There are still tickets left, so if you want to attend, then drop me an email and I'll get you included on the guest list. It is set to be a night of high energy, lots of play and great people.

Our next New Member Orientation is on Monday the 24th, so if you are seeking membership to Libido Lounge which permits you to attend our events, then you'll need to reserve yourself a space in this mandatory class.

I appreciate all the feedback regarding Baby Registries and due to everyone's positive responses I shall in fact be adding myself to the one at Baby's R Us.

Tighten your what? (look at the name on the boat)

Re Photo above: Hell of a name for a vessel full of seamen.

On an unrelated note:

This morning I am at my OB appointment, then off for a hair cut and color.

Tonight is Deviant Dining, Libido Lounge's pot luck, drop in dinner event. Stop by for a great meal and sexy conversations.

Don't forget to get your reservations in now for this Saturdays Naughty Party.

Sexing

Took this first photo at the hospital this morning after my trans-labial ultrasound. We already know that we are having a son, we saw and continue to see his boy bits in exams.

Then I went to Baby's R Us and looked at new car seats and strollers. They even have a Baby Registry. I am seriously considering signing up, anyone have any experience with doing this?

This is where I parked while shopping. I'm finally large enough that it feels appropriate for me to parking in these designated spots.


And this is the yummy visual I get to come home too at days end. I love this man so much.

Letter to my Mother

Hi Mom (the one who birthed me: not Jason's mom)

It's been a while since we've spoken on the phone. I've been meaning to call you but since the last time we spoke was not the most positive talk, I've been putting off future calls to avoid the frustration and hurt.

Your granddaughter, Jason and I are doing fantastic. The baby is superb, healthy and growing tons these days. This Wednesday I will be 24 weeks pregnant. There have been some medical issues with my pregnancy though we've managed to deal with each as it's presented itself. Our doctor/s are the best and technology these days is leaps and bounds better than the last time I was in this condition.

The teenager is well, she has been working a full time job all summer, 40 hours a week. School goes back in for her in September and she is doing the advanced program she wanted so desperately. The school was more than pleased to have her as a new student given her academic achievements and her extra curricular involvements. We could not be more proud of her. It is safe to say that she has so much of my drive it is almost scary.

Despite my best efforts to convince him otherwise, Jason refuses to go to Vienna next month. His work of course has paid for him to go and he would be away for three weeks on a course and visiting some family. Given the pregnancy woes I mentioned already, he feels that going would be a bad idea. His mom was here staying with us last weekend and tonight his sister and her family arrive for a visit. He is the most amazing man and soon to be father.

We have all settled in to the new house with great ease, it is hard to believe that we've been here two months already. The unpacking is virtually complete, aside from some storage room boxes. We've made the purchase of some new furniture and are happy at how things have come together in our nest.


Business is going well for me, I am still working, just doing more from home and slowing my schedule to permit myself more time of rest. My fall schedule is heavily booked, between prison work, classes in local universities & stores, private coaching and events at The Lounge I am maintaining my own.

You and J are certainly not forgotten, we will talk soon I am sure. It would be nice if next time we are on the phone together, you could express some joy. Your lack of positive attitude about our lives is hard to take, and being condescending makes it challenging for each of us to want to maintain contact.

I am confident that now that some time has passed since the last call, your mood has leveled out. It would sure be helpful if you could acknowledge my work and efforts with some enthusiasm so as to share in my joy and successes. Ignoring who I am is not an option, not if you want to maintain a relationship with us all.

We'll be giving Great Grandma and Grandpa a call soon too, they are always so elated to hear from us and making them happy for that brief telephone call makes us feel good.

Hopefully you and J are well and the house is keeping you busy. Certainly you've been on the boat a lot this summer and enjoying the weather and fishing.

Talk to you soon.

Jennifer

Nesting

I've been nesting. The act that women who are pregnant instinctively do as they ready for the birth of their child. This of course is an uncontrollable urge to clean one's house brought on by a desire to prepare a nest for the new baby, to tie up loose ends of old projects and to organize your world. Perhaps a little earlier than other ladies might, but being on Doctor ordered rest has left me with plenty of time on my hands to ponder what needs done.


In my younger years my perfectionist attitude and ways were significantly more pronounced than now, thankfully with age has come some clarity around what it truly important and what is not.

There have been lists made. Lists of things to buy, things to move, paint and store. Lists of items to locate, people to contact, amends to be made and habits to be forgotten. Lists of things to clean, sterilize and photograph. Lists that were once endless are all now shortening, through my efforts and that of friends and of course Jason.

The babes room is all painted, the closet is filling with clothes and some of the more general necessities have been gathered. Now it is time to make the big purchases.

A crib, stroller and car seat are all of priority right now. I would be remiss to have not have this done sooner rather than later given how everyone around me seems confident that I will have this baby rather early and these items are must haves.

Diapers would be a great idea as well, I seem to recall that wee ones run through them at an incredulous rate. And perhaps one of those handy diaper machines that I hear eats odors, this would be ideal.

I have been asked if I am having a baby shower, or not. It is my second child after all, and showers are typically reserved for first time mothers. Obviously my last child was years past a decade ago, so new motherhood seems about where I am at, again. So to answer the question, "am I having a shower or not", I think the answer will most likely be yes. Now the "when" becomes the next piece of the puzzle to figure out.

It has been on mind to go away on a mini holiday with my daughter before the baby is born, some one-on-one time for us to share before my attentions will be distracted and exhausted for a while. Wednesday at my OB appointment I plan on asking the doctor is this is feasible. Because if it is, I want to take of with the teenager for at least 5 days somewhere warm. California perhaps? Universal Studios and Disney Land would be nice and I know she would love to return there. We've been twice before in her life and we always have a blast.

Mexico had been a thought but with poor health care there, and the prevalence of travelers illness so high, I am not willing to chance it.

Taking Life Easy

A lazy Saturday would be nice, but lately most of my days have been lazy anyways so today's change of running about is most welcome. (note: I won't actually be running about, rather being chauffeured from one place to the next)

The morning had us in Cloverdale. We gave up for adoption our bird to a new family. It was decided that with a baby on the way, the chirpy noisy fella would be best suited to a family better able to give him the attention he so deserves. I'm sad to see Foster go and was surprised to learn of Jason's decision to give him up. When he announced the idea to me the first time, I was shocked, and yesterdat afternoon he talked to the new soon-to-be owners and now he is all excited about giving the bird to them. We are no longer be bird owners, now we just have a cat.

Next we hit a children's swap meet. A place where parents go to rid themselves of the accumulated clutter of no longer needed (or fitting) kids stuff and where others can go and make inexpensive purchases. There are a number of things we need for this little guy and many of the items are things that need not be bought new. Items like a crib, car seats, things that go in the mouth will all be had new, but many of the other necessities can be second hand, especially given the short period of time the little guy will be making use of these gadgets and doodads anyways. We left with a nice bag of booty and some of the most adorable new born clothes imaginable. Made my heart swell.

Then we came home for a planned serious naked, in bed, under the covers type of afternoon nap. A solid couple of hours to refresh me, it felt amazing.

We watched Che part 1 the movie this afternoon curled up on the sofa together eating watermelon and boursin with crackers.

And this evening we have plans of the naughty variety. Yeah, we still can't have sex, but there are some other deviant things that we plan on getting up to together to quench my thirst for sexual intimacy at some level, plus some long missed friends that catching up with will make me feel good about.

Body Bag Bondage & E-Stim

It has to be about nine years ago now that I met my long time friend Z. We saw one another with regularity for years, then we stopped crossing paths for quite some time.

Recently while teaching at a local prison, there he was. A contractor doing work on the inside for the day. We were both equaually surprised to run across one another, especially considering our surroundings. As fate would have it, a few weeks later, he took me up on my offer and became a member of Libido Lounge along with his lovely partner L.

I am happy to be back in touch with each of them, as they are one of those lovely happy and in love type of couples who always look great together.

Recently they came to our bondage event Restraining Order and made a host of new friends. Obviously with personalities like theirs, this was an easy enough task.

They showed up ready to play on the night in question. Two big black toy bags accompany them, Z carried one in each hand as they arrived through our doors.

We all sat around making chit chat for about twenty minutes or so, before play began to break out around us. Then Z opened one of his bags and pulled out a splendid eye catching full length black leather body bag.

So many people in the space suddenly gravitated towards it. People asking questions about it, touching it, and caught up in it's obvious meaning. What a toy to own, expensive, niche and not for the faint of heart. Lovely, just lovely.

Z made his way to the restroom and returned in Superman underwear. He looked adorable. L had a smile from ear to ear as she told us tales of how they integrate it into their sex play while at home. Mesmerized we all were indeed.

The body bag then was laid out on top of our huge black padded cage and L spent the time to zip, strap and tie in Z so he would be immobilized.

I got caught up in talking in another room and when I returned I was tickled to note that Z was no longer distinguishable from within his suit, even his head was zipped in and covered now too.

With great interest I watched as L unzipped a small zipper around his cock and balls, then wrapped them in an elastic followed by a velcro strap which held in place a precious electrode to his perinieum thus being attached to an e-stim box. What a toy indeed. The entire package looked as though it should be an adveristement in a Mr.S catalogue. The visual was enticing and glorious for the sadist in me and for every masochist present too.

Gleefully when invited to, I pressed the magical button that zapped his taint with a jolt of electricity and listened as his muffled scream of protest was barely audible. His toes shook in the bottom on the body bag, but nothing more. I repeated this act many times over before adding my own perverted twist to his quandry.

Grabbing a very large and sharp hunting knife, I told Z of my plans. Simply, I am going to insert this pointy item down your urethra as far as it will go. Then with a steady hand I will hold it in place as I jolt your sensitive bits with electricity again. Your job: NOT TO MOVE AT ALL, or well, bad things could seriously happen having grave results. No joke!

Somehow I could smell terrified oozing out of the poor man. L was looking pleased at my plan, and watched intently as I then did just as I had promised. Other women came over to watch too, because well torturing a penis is just so much fun.

After a few minutes, I grabbed hold of yet another idea. Selecting an acrylic paddle, it was placed solidly under his tied tight scrotum, then with a fish bonker in the other hand, I smashed his balls firmly and exquistely. This seemed very popular, for many others wanted to catch sight of what I was doing too. Z just laid there absorbing each stroke and savoring all of the attention being bestowed upon him, he may well have been gasping in pain but thankfully the body bag prevented me from knowing such details.

There are times where my kinky life is indescribable to outsiders, some things you simply just must witness to actually understand the magnitude of. This was one of those scenes.

L and Z did some checking in with one another and I wandered off to clean my toys, leaving the couple back on their own. A short while later I saw Z with a shit eating grin wandering out of the bathroom looking high on endorphins, and I knew his trip through masochism had been time well spent.


It didn't take long either before both Z and L had enjoyed a snack and drink and I watched in awe as Z was tied spread eagled inside our suspension rack for a little ball busting and a flogging. Watching others use the Lounges equipment for their pleasure always leaving me feeling good.

It always amazes me what restraining someone will permit their minds to accept in the name of pleasure. There was so much unusual bondage happening on this particular evening that with all my time spent with Z & L, I actually missed some of the other deviant play that had transpired.

The next morning I awoke to a sincere thank you note from the couple, expressing their gratitude for an evening well spent in bondage amongst friends.

My job and world are the best ever.

Orgasmic Bondage

It came to be that sitting in front of me recently was a rather hot couple, perhaps a few years older than myself. The woman was stunning and certainly not a shy flower. After a few minutes of us all chatting I boldly invited her to play.

Just my luck she said yes without missing a beat. Then as she was removing her mid thigh length black coat I was mesmerized with her sheer and fishnet teddy that left everything visible to my roaming eyes. Her knee high black heeled come-fuck-me boots were the icing on my cake, most certainly.

Beautiful as she looked in her outfit, it needed to be removed. She had to be nude in order to properly enjoy my ministrations. With swift speed she made herself naked and I sighed with delight.

I positioned her in front of the stripper pole, so the pole was snugly between her perfect creamy butt cheeks. Then with a large roll of pallet wrap in hand I wound it tightly round and round her body, mummifying her to the pole rendering her unable to free herself.

With scissors in hand I startegically cut the bindings that covered her perk nipples and with mouth and fingers worked them free - the visual was glorious.

Her partner is nibbling away at her neck, I am sucking on her nipples and she is writhing in a way that says she will soon explode in bliss. Out of her mouth escapes a pleasurable moan that can only be described as orgasmic.

Grabbing scissors again, I cut the area around her genitals making them accessible next. Then placing a blindfold over her eyes, I gather together a few tools to further the sensations she's receiving.

Her man is necking with her, and I slip a vibrator between her pussy lips and start circling her clitoris. The sounds she makes and the bucking makes it evident that I am doing something that is pushing her towards nirvana. The dam bursts and with her head rolling from side to side, she cums hard on my hand.

I lube up my gloved hand and insert my fingers into her slick pussy and start prodding her G-Spot, she makes appreciative noises, then asks me to slow down. I comply. Then as I am working over her pleasure spot she starts gasping, turning shades of purple and gyrating. Within a minute her orgasm is massive and she is tousled looking and breathless.

She asks to be freed. We remove her blindfold, then cut her out of the restraints. Shaking slightly, she is walked back to the sofa, where she sits and cuddles with her man.

Cleaning my toys I look over and witness the two of them bonding together over what was most certainly a new experience for each of them. It made me feel good to see them sharing such a moment and to know I had played a part to their happiness.

MILF Vancouver

As you can likely imagine, my in box daily is inundated with emails ranging the spectrum of funny, absurd, sad, frustrating, complimentary, professional and personal.

Since the announcement of my pregnancy a new wave of mail has hit me with enough regularity to make me take notice.

You see, there is an acronym "MILF". Have you heard of it before? I suppose it's a compliment, yet it feels strange to be referred to in such a bold way by others. Many whom I know, and others that I do not.

Remember, I have a teenager already. I've been a mother for a long time, yet many people do not know or even see this side of me.

Yet another person emailed me the other day, saying I was the hottest MILF imaginable, and how first time motherhood was making me extra alluring to this person. They went on to say how attractive they have always found me but now it was over the top. I had to laugh.

I am not a first time mother and as such I guess this means that I have been a MILF for a long time now.

Ego pushed aside, I have excellent self esteem and my feelings about who I am are not wrapped up in how others see me, rather in how I see myself. I feel good about my appearance and have for longer than I can remember. I know I am attractive and I know many people find me to be sexy. I'm flattered.

Yet oddly it is weird to be thought of as a MILF hottie simply because I am pregnant. That my swelling belly, massive breasts and glowing skin are drawing people to notice me in a whole new way.

Long Lost Lover

I ventured out on my own to feet by two blocks this afternoon. No purse to weigh me down, just my phone, keys and bank card. It felt divine to be out of the house and not be wheeled about in a chair. I took it slow and made my way to the local produce store, then to the bakery. Feeling accomplished with my efforts, I sat briefly on a bench and rested before making the trek back.

As I got up from my seat, suddenly before me was a man who looked so familiar that I had to stop him. Not able to recollect who he was I was embarrassed calling out to this person, yet I was certain we had some history at some point in time.

It took a nano-second for he and I to realize we had been lovers sixteen perhaps seventeen years ago. Suddenly I could recall his home's location and what his bedroom looked like. He applauded my memory.

He's retired now from a prosperous career and living out in Mission. (I've always had a thing for older men) He is no longer as husky as I remembered him to be, but his tattoos and distinct facial features were all still in tact.

It was startling to see someone whom I had been intimate and catching up with him for five minutes was a pleasant reminder of my more youthful years when lovers came and went with great speed.

These days my partners are people for whom I plan on having on going sexual relationships with, if even infrequently.

Walking home I reminisced on all the lovers I could recall who had been pivotal in leading me into my own sexual empowerment, I counted the man I just ran into among them.

Then a block from home, I had a contraction that came out of no-where and startled me a little into worrying. I stopped walking and next to me was some black berry bushes. So I took a break and spent fifteen minutes picking berries and letting my uterus relax. Just as I was about to arrive back to the house, another contraction hit.

Groceries are on the counter now and perhaps later I shall make my way off of the sofa to put them in the fridge.

Want to do something special for yourself, or FOR ME? This is a service that I would greatly enjoy being gifted with and would appreciate right about like no other time in my life, seeing as my sex life is on hold and I am banned medically from house work.

State of my Cervix

After a troublesome past week and a half with pregnancy concerns today most certainly felt like a turning point. I was checked into the hospital way too early and settled into a bed on the maternity unit in the Labor & Delivery section as per doctors orders.

There were a couple of tests to be done and the most important one was the Fetal Fibronectin. Fetal fibronectin "leaks" into the vagina if a preterm delivery is likely to occur and can be measured in diagnostic test. A positive result would mean my spending the next almost three weeks confined to a bed in the hospital on full bed rest, a negative would mean would mean at home rest for the next few weeks.

I came out of the experience with a negative result and as such this means that I am 95% unlikely to have a preterm birth in the next two weeks. They will keep repeating this test every two weeks now until I actually girth birth, whenever that is.

A week from today I have another ultrasound to check on my amniotic fluid levels and next Wednesday I see the OB again.

Today I've had a few contractions but nothing consistent or even near regular, thankfully. I'm sick of resting yet so thrilled to be not living in a hospital so I am doing my best to lay low and only move about when there is no choice.

Ironically enough the hospital called this evening about our Family Tour which is fast approaching, though I already have now seen the Maternity ward a little too much lately and am unsure if the tour would even be valuable at this point.

Still no sex permitted and tomorrow I'll be talking to the doctor about when this will even be a possibility again. Let the countdown begin, I am starved for some sexual pleasure.