Sex Speaker at work

My classes yesterday went great, both of them. Cock Sucking and G-Spotting, thankfully with no glitches other than the head set disappearing between my first and second class, which were sadly five and a half hours apart.

With such a time spread, we had much time on our hands. We schmoozed and we shopped, both good. I was offered a new gig, another job in Edmonton next weekend, and I bought two really awesome male sex toys. Had the chance to meet some really cool people in the sex industry whom I'd only ever talked with in email or seen on - line, talking with them in person was super and networking was the bomb!

Trade show food sucks. My feet hurt. And the building we are in is The Stampede and it is freezing cold. Add to this that Amway is having a weekend gig right now, so the cross selection of people in the same building is oddly diverse.

RC held me up on the way home last night, as I was just emotionally exhausted. We went straight to sleep and now we are on our way out the door and back to the madness with only 11.5 hours away from it all.

Today I have a few of appointments to discuss sponsorship, touring and teaching, and work for trade agreements. I am pleased about this.

Hopefully the missing head set will have been located by the time we return.

Nipple Clamps are a Weapon

Safely in Calgary. Though not without some bumps in the journey.

Getting to the air port was no problem. Thanks so much Dawn, your awesome!

Check in was a bit of a hassle. RC and I both checked one huge suitcase each into the checked luggage area. Easy.

Then we went to clear security. RC made it through, I did not.

I was taken to a small, small room, with no windows, by three security guards. Two walked me over, another carried in her arms, one of my two carry on bags. RC was outside of the room, they denied him entry. The X ray machine detected something amuck and they needed to "follow up".

I clearly stated my sex toys were in the bag they were about to open. Butt plugs, dildo's, strap ons, soy candle, plastic knife from a take out snack shack, nipple clamps, a small leather paddle marked SLUT, fur mitt, external vibrators, a set of cheap hand cuffs, Hitatchi Magic Wand, Smart Balls, a FeelDoe, a male masturbator sleeve, and about a dozen other necessities.

There was no way that I wanted to check my toys with the air line and have them lose them, I could teach all weekend if they lost my clothing, but it would be difficult to teach without my toys, so I took them as carry on.

Security pulled a number of items from my bag:

the plastic knife, white kind, you get from McDonalds or any take-out place
the nipple clamps
the soy candle
the leather SLUT paddle
the hand cuffs


Then they told me that all of "these" items were on the prohibited list. Yes folks, nipple clamps are prohibited, as is everything else they yanked from my bag.

I said, "so now what happens then? They said, we've called the RCMP.

Imagine me, trying to keep my composure. I did, but not without some good deep breathing and peaceful thoughts as I was in that little god forsaken room. (did I mention I am Ukrainian and Polish? YIKES)

The Mounties finally arrived and listened to Securities concerns, then asked me what I did for a living. I told them my short bio, my destination and then they looked over the offensive and supposedly illegal weapons that had been put to the side in a gray bin.

Of course, the bomb testing kit had already been pulled out and everything I owned was wiped to check for traces of bomb crap on my toys. No such luck, only lube on anything.

The two women RCMP then had a peek at everything and said not to worry they would get me on my plane in time. The plane was notified and everything and everyone went into administrative mode - paperwork was filled in, an incident report form was filed, my remaining checked luggage was looked into and people seemed to calm down. Hell, the RCMP even chuckled with me that nipples clamps are seen as a weapon as they could immobilize someone apparently.

Finally when all was said and done, I was sent back out to check in, where I was graciously asked and permitted to check my toy bag. The woman who tagged it was laughing, everyone seemed to know and found it absurd, but what the hell.

Then I ran like a mad woman back through the XRay machine and the security check point where I found RC still standing where we'd been disconnected: he was fuming mad, and I needed to calm him down.

Off we ran to the plane and we were the last ones loaded one, and then they closed the doors and we took flight.

Girl Love Memories

I need to zip out to get a manicure shortly, and also to do a deposit at the bank in the corporate account. It would be nice to find some sushi too, as most likely I won't be finding any decent Japanese while in Calgary this weekend. Must stop at the Post office as well, goodness there is much to finish off before I fly away. Happily I am certain that I can complete everything in time. Hell I should pack my bags as well, RC packed two days ago and I have yet to start.

Yesterday evening, the man who hosts our websites server was by for five hours, oh man did he ever have a job set out for him by my account demands. We were all so elated to see the work complete finally. I now owe him a beautiful bottle of scotch and something else rather special for all his humongous efforts.

I finally received her exact work and home address from a trusted source. The woman, whose an old friend and....um, lover, who I have plans on visiting in Mission shortly. She is going to be floored to see me, but I have some things to say to her. SURPRISE!!! She knows I'm coming for her, sort - of, well she reads my blog & follows me on Twitter, so I am confident she's a smart enough girl to figure it out. Nothing quite like clearing the air.

Three Some Sex

Getting e-mails from past class attendees that are so glowing, makes me tingle with delight. Hearing that I am helping others along their sexual journey is pivotal to my continued success as a sex educator. Praise is always nice.

Dear Jennifer,

I have been sitting on this for nigh on a week now and am finally getting down to writing to you. I wanted to share with you how utterly transforming your "Threesome and Moresome" Workshop was for me.

It was like a sun burst forth in my consciousness and split the granite wall asunder. I did not really realize this at the time...I was having great difficulty just sitting there and listening. However, with the help of my dear friend Alec, he practically chained me to the sofa to make me sit still and hear you. He also knew how very much I needed to listen.

What, you may well ask, struck me so deeply? Simply this. It was getting clear about Negotiating between parties AND speaking my truth...without which, I would never have realized such great wins for myself later on that evening, the next day and following day after that. I will not bore you with details. Suffice to say I have been shy ALL my life about coming forth with what is going on for me in the moment...particularly when it involves MORE than one person other than myself.

Jennifer, you are incredible gift to this Community and please do not ever think otherwise.

May you be abundantly blessed,

Warmest Regards,

Sheila

Choosing a Slave

I have a serious decision before me. Do I welcome a new relationship into my life? note: not a new person, rather a new relationship dynamic

A service bottom.

Someone has come forward looking to serve me, to be my bottom and my slave. This person and I have years of rich history. We are a good match in play and interests. I have no doubt that this individual would perform well where needed and when told.

It's been a while since I have entertained the possibility of forming such a relationship again. I have now been down this road a few times and each time the path has been filled with joy and obstacles.

Not one to take such a commitment lightly, I am giving this extended thought.

Certainly I have what it takes to use a slave. And without doubt I would benefit greatly from having this person do things for me and in my name.

To train someone to my preferences all the while honoring their individuality is a gift, and one that I believe I possess.

To put someone through the paces of service is time involved, I am fairly certain I could make the time.

Being an outstanding Top, has the reward of walking with an outstanding bottom.

This journey takes two and fortunately for me, I think I may have my found my match. And I am sure that I can add dimensions to this persons life that will make them thrive and have huge emotional gains.

I am not one to want to own anothers life, yet I would be an excellent guide. My past in serving others and in being served has given me more in-depth experience than you can likely imagine.

This person is a strong candidate for the next leg of my life's journey.

More Crazy

It's evening and soon, sleep will fall upon me. Thankfully too.

The last twenty four hours or so have been crazy busy. We hosted our Naughty Party last night at The Lounge, and we really saw a lot of action. Hot scenes, super wild sex machine play, and lots of new members out. I was sure pleased to have the chance to assist a few lovely people with bringing their fantasies to reality. We even played Anal Ring Toss - go T & M - you two sure made our guests laugh!

This morning was Hatha Nude Yoga and then continental breakfast - Becki is such a wonderful instructor and super hot. Then this afternoon was Exploratorium and we all had great fun introducing attendees to new ideas and styles of play. Our volunteers are the best, we could not do what we do with out them all. and boy oh boy, do we ever have a most diverse group of friends in this genre.

We picked up take out and headed home to eat dinner, we were and are exhausted.

RC is my love, he adores me and I adore him. We are a perfect fit and for him I am so grateful. It's his love that makes me weak in the knees and also that gives me strength. With him, life is so good!

This is my life

Dirty Girls was last night, and OH MY GOD, did we ever rock the house! Damn it was a fine night. Lots of dirty sex between women, hot spankings, fistings, a trio of women tied together, sex machines in use and flirtatious energy everywhere. The women were on fire and I do believe that everyone played, what a sexy experience they all made it.

The play started 5 minutes after our doors opened - three women just started fucking together, with a strap-on. Everything of course took flight from there. No one really kept there knickers on, leathers, or even their boots, heels or lingerie. Nude was it, and they sure looked pretty all tousled up and horny.

The smell of sex and massage oil hung in the air and we all played hard for hours. It was fun, warm, sensuous and sure to have them all back again. About forty minutes before the end of the party, many of the women gathered together and we all laid out on beds and the floor chatting and munching on snacks.. It was a perfect completion to an awesome evening.

I got home at 1:30 this morning. At 7:30 I awoke and readied to take my daughter into the city where she left from Greyhound on a four day excursion with a hundred other teenagers on a major social activism trip. (the apple doesn't fall far from the tree)

At 10:30 this morning I crawled back into bed, and shortly after noon RC came in the bedroom to wake me up. He grab an electric massager and worked over my neck, shoulder and back muscles, man do I ever love him!

It's 4:30 now, and I've done the paperwork from the last three days worth of Lounge events and organized the accounting. A mail out has also gone out to our mailing list.

Dinner is in the oven and I am about to print tonight's Guest List as it is Naughty our pansexual play party. Tomorrow is Hatha Nude Yoga and Exploratorium.

I am super busy and hoping to find some time to complete some other necessary tasks to ready myself for Calgary, as I leave for there on Thursday and teach all weekend. Not enough hours in the day that's for sure.

On another note, I am working on a post that is long over due and brutally honest. Calling a spade a spade, or better yet, an asshole an asshole. Watch for it, then you my dear blog readers and everyone on our MASSIVE mailing list can show me your support as I know you are always so keen to do.

A Spoon Full of Medicine

A dose of honesty is necessary.

A dose of honesty can be very potent.

This dose of honesty will affect others.

A dose of honesty is coming fast.

A dose of honesty is also my social activism.

A spoon full of medicine is coming.

When it arrives, spread the word and show your support.

Look Out World

Let's be honest ok. Today and tomorrow are a cluster fuck of busyness. Wish me luck.

If you are on my Hit List - look out, I am in a mood! You won't see it coming either. I am that bloody good.

If you are loved by me, I could use some back right now.

***sighs***

Digital Sex

I am a very pleased woman. This morning I had a great sleep-in with RC and woke feeling refreshed.

The rest of my day was spent answering email and working on some new class outlines along with my Taboo presentations.

I sent RC off to do the banking today and to visit the post box and run a couple of mundane household errands, it is so nice to be able to hand off some of the responsibilities to him when I am unable to tend to things for various reasons.

We left for The Lounge early as we were meeting someone there who was to do some work for us. R arrived on time and set to installing impeccable shelving in a cupboard, and he did it so professionally and in record time. The storage space gained is enormous and it cleaned up a cluttered area that was causing me distress.

Sunday R is returning to install some pot lighting in the kitchen and to do a little repair work to our set of stocks. I am so impressed by his fast work and handy abilities.

I zipped off to Costco and to pick up a chocolate sliver cake while the closet was being renovated, and returned in time to help with the set up off the Lounge for Deviant Dining.

At seven the doors opened and our members started to arrive. What a surprise group, a couple of regulars and everyone else true drop-ins. This dinner event is always wonderful for great conversations and the chance to get to know people better. The food was plentiful and tasty too. The seats at our dinner tables were filled with good friends & good times. New friendships were made.

We were home by ten and I had the chance to spend a little time with my daughter before she went off to bed. RC is at the kitchen table working on a flogger he has been designing for a few days now, and I am naked in a chair, with my computer in my lap.

Tomorrow is Jim Duvalls Restrictive Bondage workshop at The Lounge and another group of members gathering for the chance to learn and play alongside one another. I hope you will join us. This too is a Drop In event for any one with an interest in bondage.

Good night.

On Being Unique

In case you do not already know, I am traveling with The Taboo Sex Show for the next few months and teaching for them. In two weeks, I leave for Calgary and then home for a few days before I fly away for Edmonton. It is going to be great fun, and a whole hell of a lot of work too.

In fact, the work load has already started. Currently I am working on new presentation styles for some of my more popular classes and the hand outs to accompany these.

I have a corporate sponsor for both cities and lining everything up has been a unique experience and a new one at that for me. My hand outs reflect my sponsor and of course my classes. And writing them up is some what of a challenge for me. Not a strong point of mine, though thankfully I have friends to assist.

In the last few weeks to ready for this touring road trip I have had my hair highlighted and restyled, purchased new clothes and chosen new styles to best suit my stage and media persona. Truth be told, I am feeling pretty good about it all.

Raising a child, being a mother, a relationship partner and who I am professionally gives me a very unique view point on sexuality and how best to approach the education component of it all. At thirty six, I am living my dream, perhaps this is why success has come so easy to me as of late. Setting aside of course, my tenacity and hard hard work for over a decade.

People who enter into my life, always get what they need from me. It may take awhile for them to find what they are looking for, but they never go empty handed. My last bottom/girlfriend, got exactly what she was looking for and then marched herself back into the world armed with all the tools that I had so freely shared with her. My ex male partner got his needs met before he spread his wings to move on to bolder conquests. Lounge members find comfort, support and community from circling my world and as such make their own friends and community. I am a giver and this role resonates with me. In fact, some people leave my world after taking much from me and leave yet still stay connected. They follow me still learning from afar. I am watched on social networking sites, on FaceBook, here on my blog, through my websites, and of course through mail outs. Being watched is not foreign to me, nor is being a trend setter.

My only wish is that people who have left my world, would get the balls to do their own thing and to do it their own way. Some people just so lack vision and uniqueness.

I am going to be spending some serious time out in Mission over the next couple of months, reconnecting with a friend and checking out my old stomping grounds. It is on my list to "pop in" and say hi to someone whose been hiding away from me yet still following my life closely.

Cock Sucking & New Boots

A Monday morning post.

I am in bed and the time currently is 11:45. I have been awake for some time though, making telephone calls and catching up on my on-line emails.

The accountant and I have already spoken, at length. I've left a message for the web designer as there is a programming problem on the time stamps to every event on the web site right now, which in turn is listing every event starting time, incorrectly.

I have emptied out my phone messages, to which there were six.

Last night was great, just great in terms of relationship closeness. I spoke to RC's mom on the phone at length and we had an awesome visit together, making me feel rather good. The boy and I sat on the sofa all alone and ate almost a litre of chocolate fudge ice cream, out of the container each with our own spoons. We watched two hours of CSI, then to top it off, I blew him. After pulling his pants off of him and pushing him back into a semi reclined pose, I crawled between his legs and started playing with his man meat.

The flaccid penis lasted for all of um, well two seconds, before it started to engorge rapidly from my touch. I played with the shaft running my hands up and down it and doing some techniques that I know drive him wild. Then I sucked his balls for a bit and licked the base of his cock. Then I nuzzled the whole package (which currently is nicely shaved bald) and watched his eyed roll back in their sockets. With my wet warm mouth I encased the head of his dick and I swallowed the length of his sword over and over again. Slowly and with a nice bobbing motion some times and other times, fast and hard.

The variety seemed to please him as he moaned so appreciatively. Circling his bulbous head with my tongue all the while applying lots of suction made my boy squirm in a very sexy way. I tightened my grip on the base and played the skin flute...oh-so-well, and the music was beautiful. Then I heard the noise roll out of his lungs ....don't-stop-now-I-am-about-to-cum. And I gave him all I had, with long strokes of my mouth and throat and a tight hold on his pulsing dick. He exploded inside of me, convulsing and screaming in sheer pleasure. I was most pleased at my handy work.

As he lay trembling I continued to slowly massage his perineum and stroke gently his balls. I licked softly the sides of his engorged purple cock. Pushing my hair out of the way and rearranging my position for more comfort and greater access to his "goods", I found the strength for a repeat performance. With eyes closed I knew he was on top of the world, in heaven. But I was not satisfied. From a mere lite touch of his cock again I slowly upped the ante, to where I was sucking him off yet again and stroking his shaft faster and faster. Just a couple of minutes later, another round of cum shot out the end of his dick in a thicker quantity and I knew with the second cum inside of my mouth that he could perform no other act in that moment, other than breathing and screaming in happiness.

As he was thrashing out the second orgasm he started shouting loudly with a huge smile on his contorted face... "NEW BOOTS, NEW BOOTS" you get new boots. "Ahhh, yeeeees, you get new boots Jenn". It would seem that our time together was so memorable that RC has promised to buy me new boots as a reward. I love sucking his cock AND I love new boots. How hot is that to be able to combine the two? Yummy!

Burns & Spankings

It's almost two in the morning and I am in bed as I type this. RC is laying next to me, with the cat on top of him. He is covered, just covered in burns. Carpet burns that is. He and another guy wrestled three rounds this evening at Dungeon Players. Sadly I missed seeing all the boy action as I was tied up and being spanked in another room.

I had a good time with my new play partner and am now so tired that I must go to sleep. The only problem being that at nine in the morning the alarm will go off as we need to head back to The Lounge for Hatha Nude Yoga.

Lucky us though that we get an extra hour sleep due to the time change.

I have plans on molesting RC in the afternoon after we have had a substantial rest and recovered from tonight's shenanigans.

Nude Yoga and BDSM Vancouver

A couple of points for you to mull over.

Once you become a member of Libido Lounge, you can attend any events inside our facility. This link takes you to our membership page.

Once you've completed member orientation, you can choose to attend any of our twelve parties we host, under Grown Up Events on our website.


For those of you who are already members, heads up to these two events...

Tonight is our BDSM party, our first one. It's called Dungeon Players, and will now be a monthly event for The Lounge. There are still spots left on the guest list, email me to reserve a spot for yourself.

Sunday is Hatha Nude Yoga, an excellent class, that ends with a continental breakfast. It's a drop-in event, so just show up.

I'll be uploading the December calendar to the website later today. Watch for it. There are even a few new events that will be added. Very exciting people and events to be working with and hosting. Plus our Christmas Surprise will be included for our members.

SexFest

Happy Halloween to all you tricksters, witches and kids at heart.

Some days I have to play catch up on domestic chores, this was one of those days.

I awoke long before RC, and was out the door and on the road by nine thirty. First stop was to the accountants to drop off some paperwork. Then to make a purchase of a new blow dryer, flat iron and a new hair brush.

A quick drive to The Canadian Red Cross to pick up a package that was awaiting me, then straight over to my post box to empty it out. There was even a package ticket, in amongst all the envelopes. I *thought* it was perhaps a birthday present, boy was I ever wrong. One of the Lounges members returned her borrowed library item to my via Canada Post, it was Nina Hartley's Blow Job technique DVD. This made me chuckle in the post office, out loud.

I needed to pay some facility bills at the bank and so off I went, and when I arrived I also had a deposit to make. Across the street to my favorite fruit and vegetable store, where I loaded up on just-about-everything. So much so that it took a large box and two bag for me to make it out with it all.

Then I headed home, where RC met me to help me unload all the stuff. I promptly crawled into bed as cramps were bothering me, and I fell asleep for ninety minutes. A nap sure felt good.

When I awoke, both RC and I left for Stupid Store, where we spent two full hours. Our buggy was overflowing with groceries when we made our way to the till. THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS. Oh My God, how obscene.

At home the teenager greeted us and aided in the putting away of all that food, then she left for an evening out amongst friends. This left RC and I alone.

I had put a roast in the slow cooker in the morning and the boy and I sat down to a great dinner together. Then I showered and met him in the bedroom.

On the bed RC had strawberry dust, almond oil, lubricant and a willing, seductive smile. He laid me out just-so, then set about dripping potions and flavors all over me. Then he licked, sucked, nibbled and bit me all over. I screamed, moaned, giggled and laughed in appreciation and lust of his attention towards my body.

Finally when not able to lay still any longer, I sat him on the corner of the bed, and promptly sat on his lap, bouncing up and down to give us both joyful pleasure. We rolled over and fucked from every angle imaginable, we worked one another over, hard.

An hour after we started, our sex session ended with RC squirting all over my mound and belly. My hand was buried inside of me, and things were at there peak.

In half an hour, we leave to pick up the teenager from her friends. It certainly has been a full day.

**the new MacBook is now fully loaded with everything from my old one - this makes me so happy, RC finished the change over earlier this evening for me

Overview of my day

I was up far too late last night. I know better, and should have gone to bed sooner, but I was caught up in email answering and some research work.

As you can imagine, with not enough sleep in me, the morning came much-to-soon. Normally I would have just rolled over and gone back to sleep, but I had coaching clients today. Up I got, and I was none to happy about it.

Thankfully the weather was bright and sunny so my mood leveled out fairly quickly.

I spent a lovely couple of hours discussing negotiating issues with one man along with the ins and outs of savvy dating.

The cupboard at The Lounge is soon to be renovated with new shelving and a lock installed too. This was good enough reason for me to spend forty five minutes cleaning it out. Dildo's, lubricant, massage oils, sound system, CDs, pallet wrap and plastic tarping, some lost and found items, and a few unmentionables even.

Now here I sit at home working avidly on my Calgary and Edmonton Taboo Sex show presentations. Sixteen classes in total, there is so much for me to prepare and stream line before I land on their stage. Two weekends in a row, and I am flying home in-between each work stint. I'll be needing my own bed and my family to ground me a little before heading back out again.

Pampered

It was a long day for me today, then again this is quite normal for my life and lifestyle. I am certainly not complaining, just stating the obvious.

My appointment was for eleven this morning, at the illustrious Pink Lime in Yale Town. I was on time, in fact, ten minutes early and so they started on my hair make over early.

A very attractive man took and hung up my coat. The stylist came and brought me to the color station first. We talked for some time about my hair and what needs it had. Then she brought me a very pretty glass filled with water and a stack of magazines.

As she made up my new (and first ever highlights) I read trash fashion magazines and did nothing more.

RC who had driven me to the salon reappeared just after noon, right-out-of-the-blue and came bearing my favorite drink from Jugo Juice and a delicious lunch for me of sushi. What royal treatment, I was beaming.

My hair was colored and then toner was added to make it, just-so. Then it was all washed out after a long sit with it in. A scalp massage that made me tingle all over was next and I just blissed out.

Then I was moved to the cutting area , where my stylist went to work. She layered, thinned out and chopped sections of my hair away. With this done, she blow dried everything and suddenly looking in the mirror I could see her handy work. Voila, a new do!!

It took just over three hours and a lot of money, and do I ever mean a lot. Obscene actually. However I like what she did for me. I'm not sure I quite like it $250 plus worth, but hey, it's done now and I feel good.

RC and my daughter are both liking the new hair, and I trust them so I am feeling positive.

I will say, that the next time I go and get my hair done, I plan on trying out the second place that was suggested to me by L.E. Just so that I have some price and style comparison to mull over, options are always important to me.

This evening was a member orientation class, and in it, another ten new members. RC busied himself in the office loading up my new Mac with my files from my old Mac while I led everyone through the class and answered their questions. A great group indeed.

Right after orientation ended we drove straight to Surrey where we went to Potters House of Horrors, a walk through Halloween adventure. It was much fun and an excellent family outing, the teenager and I were scared by all the props, including the frightening characters in costume wandering about and RC liked the special effects.

My 36th Birthday

Today is the day I was born. Thirty six years have been passed and this occasion of my birth has been celebrated differently each and every year.

As a young child, I was thrown a party year after year by my parents. My school friends and neighborhood friends came bearing gifts, we played games, ate cake and everyone left with a goodie bag.

Around ten the parties stopped (my parents separated), I still wanted a party, but it was no longer deemed appropriate by some force greater than me: schedules and parents. Sighs.

In my turbulent teen-aged years, there were a few birthdays that were not even acknowledged. It could even be said that the day even passed by me, unnoticed more than once, sadly. Away from my parents living elsewhere I can only assume they knew the day and held a candle for me, with sadness in their hearts.

In between teen years and twenties I hated myself and the world and wanted no part of joyous life, let alone love and family. I rebelled, alone.

In my early twenties I was a young mother already and my birthday ceased to be important. I knew the date, but what really mattered was the day I gave birth to my daughter, not the day of my own birth.

In my late twenties a relationship partner made my birthday special. Honoring the day and making it memorable with gifts and cards.

In my early thirties I wanted to celebrate my birthday with friends and I did, though it was an effort on my behalf. Odd expectations on my behalf as I had so little experience being celebrated. My birth family and I had rekindled our ties and together we found a groove to pay homage to my birth that made me feel like I was a part of the family, again. All was not completely lost.

Here I sit at thirty six years old today. I am surrounded by more friends than I ever could have dreamed of, stronger family ties, a teenage daughter whom loves me incredibly, a wonderful man in my life who thinks I rock the big one and tons of self love as well.

My birthday is special, though what I find more special is the exorbitant number of people who celebrate me.

For a girl who was so troubled in her youth to arrive at thirty six so solidly held up by so many people who love me is enormously gratifying. I only wish I had in my younger years what I know now. It would have made my life so much easier. Then again with age comes wisdom.

Over eighty emails have poured in to me today. Cards, gifts and phone calls have kept me feeling special all day.

I am so glad that I made it through my youth, to be able to enjoy the gift of all of you.

Enjoying being me

Today is the day before my birthday and I chose to sleep in, all by myself in the house. I have no plans for today, other than working from home, naked. There is always much work on my computer and telephones that need my attention.

Tomorrow I shall sleep in again and I believe we are going out for a fancy dinner, involving large steaks and crab. I will be with people who love me.

My In-box is already gathering a rather enormous collection of well wishes and notes of kindness from those who know me. It sure is nice to be so well thought of. Having such wonderful people in my life is reassuring and a true blessing.

I have been given some nice gifts by some very generous people. I have no plans on listing out the goodies, but lets just say, it feels like a windfall. Thank you to everyone thus far who has left me or handed me a present.

I am now heading back to working on the new websites calendar.

It's so easy to update now, with the interface involved. This makes my professional life so much easier, which of course was one the two goals of getting the site professionally done.

Gorgeous Clothing

We slept so well last night, thank goodness as exhaustion was written all over us. Before the lights were out, we shagged hard, then promptly fell asleep in the bliss of each other.

RC took me shopping today. We went to Macys and to Nordstroms, walking out of each store with bags of clothes, for me. All tops, five of them to be precise. Designer clothing, oh my. Not what I would normally even look at owning for myself, but with two personal shoppers assisting it was obvious we'd be leaving the stores with items in a price bracket and style unfamiliar to me.

I must say though, the tops are all gorgeous and strikingly appearing to be custom fit which thus makes me look professional all the while still being sexy as hell. I am most pleased.

It's been a nice day, with wonderful balance. Love, shopping and sex education. It just doesn't get any better than this, I am a lucky woman indeed.

I'm off next to my class, them makig the trek home.