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The Road Less Travelled - 3

As with all summer mornings the day began early for me as the heat and light crept into the bedroom, I was suddenly wide awake. With acute attention to detail I set about completing my usual house hold tasks before the day was to stifling.

When he came for me I was cleaning in the kitchen and awaiting his coffee. With a single motion I was beckoned back to where we had slept.

To my surprise, in front of the bed I had made just a short while ago, there was a tripod set up. Atop it, was a video camera.

He sat me on the end of the bed and then began to speak in a very matter of fact tone. Of course, he had my undivided attention.

"This button starts recording and this one stops recording," he handed me the remote control as he was saying this.

Out of his black denim back pocket he pulls out the one implement that makes me want to vomit, just upon seeing it.

"This button here is how you turn this on. No charge will come out if the button is not deployed. Push it in flesh, then push the button. Do you understand?"

Ferociously angry already, I want to storm out of the room. Instead I utter "yes Sir" through my gritted teeth.

"You Jennifer are going to make a video. A movie that is going to make me hot. You are going to use this cattle prod on yourself repetitively over and over again in such ways that I'll be proud of your efforts for me."

Terrified at the thought at being harmed so badly, by myself, at my own hand, with no one there to lean on, my head swam.

"Jennifer, later we'll watch it together and you can tell me how it went for you. Don't let me down now, I expect you to do something memorable with this opportunity to please me."

"How many times do I have to do?" I choke out. "How many?" "Please Sir, don't make me do this, not without you, please NO."

The words "I can't" are banished from my vocabulary in this relationship and other reasoning falls on someone unwilling to bend.

"You will Jennifer, you will do it. And you'll do it for me and as for how many times, you'll stop zapping yourself, when you are sure, that I would be done with you if I were here.

And with that he walked out of the house. I heard his car head down the drive way.

I'm sobbing as I throw with such force that cattle prod across the room that I am suddenly fearful that I have broken it.

Retrieving the damn black box of doom I hold it in one hand as I shakily turn on the recorder with the other. For what seems like an eternity I negotiate with myself where I am going to use this.

Unable to stand for the life of me, I sit cross legged and naked on the bed. I can feel the argument brewing, its soon to boil over and out of me.

I'm thrashing on the bed. Yelling about the injustice. Demanding to be owned by you, without needing to do the work. "I hate you for making me do this".

It's all I can do to push the prongs from the cattle prod into my thigh where it lights me up and sends me yelping. The electricity is coursing through my body and snot bubbles are blowing out my nose.

Zap! Zzzzz. Zap, Zap, ZAP.

What's over the top? Once you've actually started something it can be hard to tell any longer. When I no longer had any sensibilities left, I shoved the cattle prod between my legs and electrocuted my clitoris. Instinctively I knew he would want to see this, to know I had done to myself what he would have done if he had been present.

So many times I lost count, I just rolled with it. Harming myself for you, doing your will, I want to be yours.

Sheets are wet with sweat and pee. My bladder control lost long ago. Humility has washed over me and I am spent with submission.

I turn off the video camera and tidy the room that has just been ransacked by my antics.

My knees are unstable and I feel lite headed, I can hardly believe what I have done to myself for this man.

Hours later he arrives back home and kisses my forehead, his touch I have been starved for. I had suffered alone, I hungrily soak up the reward. Called upon to fetch him a drink I scamper off and do as told.

I find him in the bedroom, in his chair, awaiting me to remove his shoes and kiss his feet. I kneel before him as he hits Play.

The opening scene is me screaming holding the cattle prod and telling him that I hate him for making me do this. I am so scared that he will be upset about my outburst.

He strokes my cheek and tells me he's proud of me for enduring all I did for him and then I notice his erection.

The Road Less Travelled - 2

Dinner out at a beautiful restaurant was a rare treat, in fact, it had never happened before. The chance to dress up in pretty clothing and dine with my Sir was most special to me and an evening that I had been working hard towards. This was a reward for my good behavior.

After dinner I was confused as we drove a route that would not take us home. Instead we went to a place where hot tubs can be rented by the hour in private rooms, never before having experienced such a facility I was intrigued by the opportunity. We soaked, relaxed and talked, it was all so low key.

Our protocols were in place, I knew how to behave and this night on the town was more "romantic" than anything we had ever done before. I felt spoiled by the attention and I am sure that if anyone would have been looking in at us, they would have assumed that we were boyfriend and girlfriend.

But that would be the farthest thing from the truth. I am aspiring to be his slave and he is the man I serve, this is the foundation of our relationship.

The drive home was memorable, he held my hand as though I would be his forever. The strength of his hold on me both emotionally and physically was intense.

Banished to the play room once back, I hastily remove my clothes. After an eternity he is standing in the doorway. My favorite CD in the whole world is playing suddenly and the sounds of the music fill the room. I swoon, thinking he is going to come in and kiss me.

A chair is placed in the center of the room with another next to it. I am told to get up from my knees and to sit on the brown one. I do so, without hesitation. There is nothing else spoken between us.

Rope is pulled out. His smile is in his eyes, they are twinkling. Something out of the ordinary is about to happen, perhaps he is going to touch me the way I like this evening.

Each of my arms, is tied to a chair arm. Beads of sweat are across my brow and the heavy drops are making there way down the back of my neck. Naked, I am shivering and feeling something that resembles, anxiety.

Why I am unsure. The whole night has been so charming, it could only end with more pleasantness right?

Then I remember as my head comes out of the clouds that this man is NOT my boyfriend, he is my Top, my Dominant and he is a Sadist.

Horrified I realize that this whole night has been orchestrated to get my guard down. And it's down. It's so far down, that I know, I am in trouble.

As the light of some candles in the room hit the stainless steel it had my full undivided attention. What in the hell was it? I was curious and scared.

"Jennifer, you are my girl, and you want to please me yes?"

"Yes, but tell me how first", "what must I do to please you?" I am crying hot tears, shamefully even before knowing what was about to happen.

As I saw the cigar trimmer in his palm my eyes bugged out round and frenzied.

"No," is all I say over and over again forcefully as I struggle to find a way to calm my body. I am on over load and feeling as though I am about to take flight.

I know my safe word, I can make this all stop.

"Use your safe word then Jennifer" he says as he voyeuristically watches the panic wash over me.

"No".

I don't want what you want to do to me and I can't safe word. I can not let us down like that.

Your huge hand holds my left one still and I stare in disbelief as the trimmer is lined up to my finger.

He looks me in the eyes and breathes deeply deliberately, encouraging me to do the same.

The music is loud but not as deafening as my screams.

The very tip of a finger falls to the floor and I am hysterical.

In a fast and methodical motion the ropes are cut and my arms are freed. My finger is wrapped in gauze and my Sir lifts me up in his embrace.

I bury my face in the mat of fur that is his chest and shake uncontrollably as I am carried to the bedroom.

Tonight, instead of sleeping on the floor next to the bed, I have earned the privilege of sleeping with my Sir.

As he wraps me in his arms, he whispers in my ear "you were a very good girl Jennifer, you made me proud."

I pray fervently to one day be his.

The Road Less Travelled

I strive hard to not let go of control, it's all I've got really. So when the man I so desired to play with me expressed interest, I was unnerved. How the hell would I handle myself, it's not like I am known for being the most submissive.

Weeks later I am naked on my knees in his home. He has taken all my clothing, my purse and my car keys. I am far away from anyone I know in a place where no one knows me. I am not afraid he is a monster and will kill me. Rather I am anxious he will do as I am desperate for and actually exploit my masochism to the depth that I seek.

As he enters the room I have been kneeling in I meet his gaze and say not a word. My hair is firmly gripped within his fist, "are you sure this is what you want Jennifer"?

My head bobs up and down affirmatively. My heart is beating rapidly and my mind is screaming "YES".

My teeth chattered a little as he slapped my face. My eyes welled up with tears fast. A hand around my throat, tightening, till I gasp. Another slap lands perfectly across my cheek and my head sways.

Crying, trembling and yet we'd not even started to play yet. I knew this.

He was saying hello.

This was my last chance.

To get back in my car and drive away back to my safe-little world.

As he grabbed me by the hair again and stared me darkly in the eyes, he said "what are your limits"?

I struggled to think straight. Yes, yes, I knew my boundaries.

And with that our relationship began.

Growing Up Sheltered & Hurt

When I look back on my life as a young person (childhood through adolescence) I am amazed and saddened at how little exposure I was given to anything empowering that would have shown me the potential for me to be able to grow into the adult that I so wanted to become.

My parents did a piss poor job exposing me to new ideas & concepts, positive self thinking, dream realization and role models.

I shaped my own life and embarked on my own journey of discovery rather young. I was about 13 when I started branching out away from my family and witnessing the world through new lenses.

My teenage years were turbulent but I owned this period of time in my life. I wanted an adventure and I set about having one. Variety was the flavor of the day and each day I sampled something different voraciously. I was deeply hurt by the sheltering existence my parents had blanketed me under and wanted to brush these memories away in favor of newer better ones.

I was inquisitive, positive and believing in myself even though my mother was so hateful towards me. My father was deeply inappropriate and had poor boundary setting skills. Neither of my parents was very responsible with their child rearing and as such my brother and I payed the price for their ignorance.

My mother was by far the single most damaging person to my young self. She treated me in ways my children will never experience thankfully. My mother was cruel and unhappy and she lashed out at me, her eldest. My mother hurt me without mercy emotionally and physically. Due to her actions towards me I vowed from a young age to never ever be anything like her and to rise above that type of behavior to be happier, open-minded and more self aware. I knew my children would know unconditional love, acceptance and live without shame, and they do.

My mother set about to damn anything I ever believed in, longed for or cherished. My father invested in nothing and it showed in everything he was involved with.

Today in my adult life, I am without doubt fairly close to being what I had hoped to become while I was dreaming as a youngster. Seems odd perhaps to say this given that I deal today in sexuality and adult oriented business, but it is true. I wanted to be progressive, sex positive, tolerant and adventurous and I have accomplished this all.

Despite hurdles that seemed insurmountable at the time, and years of cautiously making my way, I have arrived happy to a most rewarding place in life.

My children will have every opportunity to open their wings and fly in their own direction of choice with me fully supporting them.

Naughty Party Review

One of our women members who attended last nights Naughty Party wrote a blog post about her experiences. Naughty was three people shy of a full house, quite the evening transpired for those involved. Since I am too tired (and sore from my wisdom teeth removal) I am posting her recollections here for your amusement.

Cookie came to the door just as I arrived in a cab. I knew instantly it was going to be another spectacular evening. She followed me up the stairs, and we entered the radiant, sexually charged air of Naughty. I promptly undressed to a braless fishnet shirt and red ruffle panties. Cookie donned pretty pink lacey lingerie and pink high heeled sandals with bubble-gum pink fur cuffs. As more people arrived, and as I waited for the hot stones to warm up in the heater in the small, semi-private massage room, Cookie showed me lube that looks entirely too much like jizz for my tastes, and massage oil that smells like orange and ginger. For twenty minutes, I lovingly rubbed her tired feet while she smiled at me and moaned in appreciation in between natural breaks in conversation.

My first sensual massage of the night was a lady with bone-straight blond hair and perfect breasts. Her small frame absorbed the heat from the stones so well, I could feel her melting beneath my touch. My second was a man of equal measure in every way masculine compares to feminine. Soft moans emanated from the adjacent room. It was his first time at Naughty, and he felt so soothed, he reported to a smiling hostess that he fell asleep on the table. He wouldn't have a hard time staying awake through what followed. As I left the room to retrieve a drink, I saw a woman, breasts tightly bound, nipples stapled with surgical staples, legs spread apart in the footholds of a gyno chair, and partner holding a Hitachi to her vulva. Her sex filled the room like steam let out of a pot. All present were watching her while a duo of women spanked a third in a dimly lit corner under a sex swing frame.

A beaming hostess presented herself in the doorway of the massage room and asked for a rub. She laid down on the table and I worked her back muscles with my hands and massage balm to her satisfaction while we conversed. I love touching this woman, and this was no exception. Next came her curiously smiling partner. I offered him a massage, and he laid down for hot stones over his entire back and down each leg. It would seem by the time I was finished, Cookie and the hostess had schemed together for a memorable use of the table on top of the cage that shared a wall with the room I was in.

The hostess announced that she was going to fist Cookie, and the room filled with anticipation. A pleasant and familiar man asked me to give him a massage, and so I happily complied. As he laid out across the massage table, Cookie laid down on top of the cage. While my hands stroked his back, arms, and legs; the hostess' hand reach inside Cookie. My hands, with stones cupped inside, illicted a calmed moan; while the hostess' fist produced a proportionally appropriate series of ecstatic screams from Cookie. As I finished up the massage I was giving, I became increasingly excited to take witness of the duo on the other side of the wall.

Turning the corner around the door frame, I laid eyes on the two women. Knees bent and legs spread, Cookie's upper thighs were already completely covered in red. As she writhed against the vixen on her knees before her, people surrounded the scene. The hostess poked fun at Cookie's shoe, which had fallen off her foot but was still held on with bubble-gum pink fur cuffs. Cookie was overcome with giggles and flushed cheeks as the scene naturally dissipated. As she collected herself, I gathered a handful of cookies and teased her about our inside joke. Just as we got ourselves into a comfortable cuddle, I was whisked away by another patron for a sensual massage.

Upon returning to the main room, I noticed an unusual interest gathering in the room with all the sex machines. I simply had to take a look, and when I did, I saw a woman in a blindfold being played with while she rode the Sybian; with another woman getting warmed up for kissing and Hitachi vibrations on her clit as she rode the Monkey Rocker. It was fantastic to watch, and I looked on in silent admiration at both of them. At my return to the kitchen, an infectiously sexy and radiant brunette informed me of how happy she was that there was plenty of paper towel to wipe up all the cum she juiced out of herself on the Monkey Rocker.

Next thing I knew, she and Cookie and I had a curly-haired temptress spread out over a futon behind the screens. We each slipped into gloves as the anticipation erupted in our recipient. As she has earned a reputation for putting out, I think the sight of three women putting on gloves had her head spinning with all the imaginings of getting a taste of her own technique. The brunette and I tackled each of her beautiful breasts while Cookie dove into her vulva with tender, gentle, and loving licks. I pulled out a microbullet and strawberry lube while Cookie slid her fingers inside. After a few minutes of tag-teaming her with the brunette on her breasts, Cookie switched places with our buxom brunette, and we triple-teamed our recipient again, with three fingers inside her, a bullet vibrator on her clit, and a mouth on her breasts.

Finally, it was my turn, and I had been waiting for it since I first watched her at a Dirty Girls party, coordinating half a dozen women including myself to fill roles of a pre-ordained group scene of girl sex. She did not disappoint as I handed the microbullet to the brunette, turned on my Lelo Gigi vibrator, and simultaneously slid it into her vagina as I probed her ass with the same hand the toy was cupped inside. I gently pumped the toy and my finger while she fucked back. Soon, all three of us were playing with her whole vulva--the shaft of her clitoris stroked, the tip rubbed, her g-spot pulsated against, and her ass clamped around my finger.

She left a pronounced wet spot when she sat up, her cheeks still flushed with the glow of orgasms. By the time we returned to the rest of the event, most of the other patrons had left for home. The entire rest of the evening was girl talk (with one particularly lucky man present), one more final massage, light caressing, and flirting across the room between women. Experiences like these could not be possible without a positively unique local community and an amazingly sexy atmosphere.

Girl on Girl Masturbation

One of Libido Lounges women members who attended Jack & Jill this past Tuesday wrote about her experience at the event with another woman. With her permission, I post her writing here for your reading pleasure.

I love vulvas. I find them a very attractive feature of any person I wish to pursue, either romantically or for casual sex play. I like them light, dark, wideset, tight, petite, flowery, hairy, stubbly, smooth, pierced, tattooed, and unscathed by any needle. I also find healthy self-regard very enticing in addition to confidence and the ability to communicate effectively about what one wants.

While thinking about all these wonderful things tonight, I smiled and giggled part-way across the room at the woman who shall now be known as Cookie. Other people talked about what they found attractive in a partner until Cookie raised her hand and disclosed that she was in agreement with virtually everything that had already been said. I watched her as she spoke of a "queer energy", which in itself seemed to her to be a misnomer, for which she lacked a better concise phrase. Shortly thereafter, she and I started making hand signals and smiling at each other. It was officially decreed by the time the light conversation group dispersed that I would be fisting Cookie tonight.

We flirted a little longer before I grabbed a pair of gloves and told her it was ladies' choice for a place to play. She chose, very wisely, the gynecological examination table in a small semi-private room. I positioned myself between her very long legs as I lovingly played with her vulva in my hand and her nipple in my mouth. In short order, and while a vibrator pulsated on her clit, one penetrative digit turned into two, then a whole hand as I closed my fist and pushed it inside her. My tongue hanging out and my heavy guage tongue stud seeking her most sensitive regions, I let her fuck my face and my fist simultaneously. Cookie couldn't help herself--her mouth open, perfect tits shaking, legs quivering, and the loudest moans she could produce projecting into the air. The small room filled silently with male witnesses and the smell of Cookie's cum. My hand turned inside and my thumb knuckle mercilessly forced orgasm after orgasm from her g-spot. I turned my hand again, her whole body gyrating around my hand, and turned the back of my hand in circles around her g-spot.

When it came time to pull away as gently as possible while she enjoyed the last orgasm from vaginal fisting she would have of the evening, we moved in perfect harmony and she showered my entire upper chest and torso in her cum. But Cookie wasn't finished.

After re-hydrating herself and blowing up a small inflatable pool, Cookie laid an absorbant surface down on a seat and the pool in front of her. Using nothing more than a cleverly designed dildo, she pumped and squirted while the curious looked onward. A unanimous "wow" was politely uttered by four onlookers after every orgasm. I threw down a blanket for myself in front of her and pulled out a pink glass dildo. After thrusting it in and out of my vagina while I watched her bring herself to orgasm again and again, I felt an inclination to give my whole self over to her in that very moment. Being careful to add extra lube to my glassware, I slowly inserted it into my ass. No sooner was I rapidly thrusting it in and out than I was already reaching for a second toy to vibrate against my clit. Cookie being my sole focus, I felt myself open wide and spill a small flood at my feet for her.

Following my washing up, I observed Cookie and the hostess of the evening discussing Cookie being double-fisted. The hostess offered me a choice between which hand I would play in this delicious scheme, and I very ambitiously stated I would put my best effort into fisting her in the ass. Cookie got up onto a table on all fours, the hostess slid alternating parts of her hand into and over Cookie's vulva, and I inserted one finger at a time in her ass until my whole hand was inside her again. The hostess left us to play, and I explored the sensation of this new extraordinary place I had just been introduced to. Cookie sucked on many gorgeous sets of tits while she backed her ass further onto my hand. At the appropriate moment, I once again extracted myself from deep inside her.

Cookie quickly grabbed an attachment for a manual fucking machine and bounced into the appropriate room while I grabbed handfuls of miniature cookies and cracker sandwiches. Watching her thrusting back and forth on the rocking machine, I felt an overwhelming impulse to ride her until I came all over her again. I approached her and placed my feet around one of her legs. Pulling on her hair, kissing her sweet lips while she squirted all over my foot, and masturbating while she licked my stomach, I felt something incredible building up inside me. Soon, she could see it, and inserted her fingers to draw it out. I continued making my own contributions until I gushed down her arm and all over both of our legs.

Never before had I imagined, even in my wildest dreams, that I could feel so free to express myself in so many ways with any person. In her arms or with my arms thrusting my hand into her, I feel truly in touch with my sense of self as much as I am in tune with her body. In these moments, through these experiences, the rest of the world dissolves away. I am truly able to embrace my real self.

Foot Fetish Party Vancouver

A lovely woman who attended last nights Foot Fetish and Worship Party wrote a little review of the event from her perspective and has allowed me to post it here.

I myself had a wonderful time: my feet were pampered, kissed, massaged and they even managed to do some trampling on a particularly handsome victim.

I feel invigorated.

I just got back from the foot fetish party at the lounge. I had an even more wonderful time than I expected.

I wore a short jean skirt (zippers up each side), a black lace-trimmed tank top, and knee-high black boots.

Underneath I wore a black lacy see-through low-cup bra, matching garter belt and thigh-high black stockings.

And pearls.

My hair was up.

I received a foot and whole leg massage from the nicest guy there. He told me about how his 9 year marriage (and 10 year relationship) ended about a year ago. The whole time he never told her he had a foot fetish. He became a lounge member just so he could come to this event.

While being luxuriously rubbed, I had a lovely poly talk with another poly girl (who was also getting rubbed by a different guy).

And then I had front row seats to a good ol' fashioned trampling. This woman put her husband inside of a leather body bag. He wore a leather mask. His wife pulled his cock and balls out of a small hole in the body bag. There were holes in the bag over his nipples. He loved being walked on and kicked and trampled by women in heels. He loved it and groaned with agony-pleasure.

A pregnant Jennifer jumped up and down on his balls (the rest of the men could barely watch).

It was loads of fun.

And my legs feel great.

I think I'll go again to the next one (couple months away).

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)

Sexy Birthday Surprise

So yesterday was my mans birthday, and like the past couple of years, I found myself stumped over what to do for him on his special day. I opted for birthday experiences to act as gifts, rather than something he would physically own once the day was over. Seems my choices were rather esoteric and as such he had no idea what the day had in store.

He managed to get the day off work, giving himself a five day weekend, which of course meant a big sleep in for the birthday boy. This had him feeling great from the moment he awoke. I made him coffee, his favorite drink, and he drank it while admiring my vulva. Two items he enjoys a lot, coffee and vulvas.

Then we ventured out of the house to run an errand or two and sign off on our mortgage paperwork, this is when he said he was starting to get hungry. I casually mentioned I would take him where ever he wanted for a nice lunch. He chose Mexican and off we went to feast together.

Arriving home, I told him he may want to nap for an hour and he obliged me by doing just that. After about forty five minutes I was in the bedroom next to him on the bed, having a big orgasm, at my own hands. I think he was interested in having one as well, and I said no. You'll need to save your energy for later. He look intrigued by my comments.

With driving map in hand, we drove about twenty minutes from home to a nice little industrial park where we parked the Jeep. When he saw where we were, with a grin that ran ear to ear, all he kept saying was SWEET. His look was that of a kid in a candy store, absolute delight.

We were buzzed into the high security building off the shooting range and immediately were struck with the number of firearms before us. I bought us each a day pass, we chose our own individual guns, a few boxes of ammunition, and then we signed our waivers.

We were ushered into the shooting area, given a lesson on how to handle the guns and how to shoot with accuracy and then we went at it for quite awhile. The man spent years in private schools that had a shooting team, and he is a natural great shot. I did quite well myself, even being able to shoot the mini targets in the upper corners of the big target. Apparently many can not do this. This experience had my man stoked beyond belief and left me feeling as though I had made a good choice for the first part of his birthday. Success.

A stop to get gas for the vehicle and a quick run through Danier Leather to kill a little time, then we made a bee line for Costco. Picked up some coffee and two beauty necessities, before we pulled into The Lounge parking lot.

Once inside, I think he was confused as to why no one was there awaiting us. I turned on the heat and had the birthday boy help me do a little rearranging of furniture. Then I had him get out of his clothes, which he did without batting an eye.

After sending him to the bathroom and having him finish a drink, he was told to lay on our bondage table/cage combo. He jumped up all eager like and flashed me a huge pearly white smile. I took out my bag of hemp rope and proceed to bind him to the table by each wrist, ankle and of course by his chest. He had some wiggle room but not the ability to go anywhere. My handi work was solid and would do its job, for certain. Then came two blindfolds, one tight fitting one over the eye sockets, then a loose fitting one over top to ensure that their would be no-peeking.

I plugged in the Violet Wand and spent the next fifteen minutes running it all over his body while listening to his screams and quivering voice. It was much fun indeed. Making my way to the front door at a specified time, I found three beautiful women awaiting me. I let them in quietly and they set about making themselves at home in our space. They too were all hush hush as they disrobed down to lingerie, sexy outfits and other naughty apparel. Suddenly I was using the violet wand on birthday boy and one set of additional hands was felt, then two and finally a third set. He was trembling in his bonds and not making a noise.

A few minutes went by and I returned to the door, where I found another two hot babes waiting and this brought the number of women up to six. Six luscious babes scantily clad all molesting my man for his birthday.

I went off to the kitchen and set out some food and drinks, leaving the posse to contend with the masculine ball of energy before them. The laughter was louder than the music at times and the sighs and moans were growing in intensity. I knew he was in good hands.

When I returned I found myself making out with a woman, right next to his ear. Another was stroking his manhood, while still others were eating whipping cream off of his nipples. Can you say "Sensory Overload". The erection was pronounced, and the ladies were enjoying this chance to sexually torture their victim.

After much time of toying with the man, and doing things to his body, his blindfolds were removed so he could see who it was that was actually in the room and where all those sets of hands had come from. His laughter boomed as he took in each woman. Far from over, one lady donned a strap-on and put another woman on all fours on top of my guy. The strap-on wielding woman, then too climbed up on the table and fucked her female counterpart using my man as a table top. What a view he had, and how happy he was as the orgasms starting spurting forth from the girl on top off him.

They were kissing one another and him, they stuffed their breasts into his mouth and he happily put out whatever he was capable of doing in his limited mobility position. Across from him with a small head turn to the right, were three women masturbating with legs spread and vibrators plugged into power outlets. Another woman, then two rode the Sybian for their own pleasure and his viewing enjoyment. It was a sight to behold. An all girl sex party with the birthday man as the center of attention.

Eventually he was untied as other beauties came forward and used him sexually. He put out well and accepted their attentions without complaint. There was more strap-on sex between two women on a bed, and he made his way over to watch it, all up close and personal like. He crawled underneath, face up, beneath the woman who was fucking another girl, so he could see her bits. With a shit eating grin he laid there with the perfect viewing spot, while women laid out around him making out with one another. I gave him a blow job while he was intently staring at the girlie bits of the two fuckers. With out any embellishment, the man was trembling with excitement.

I made my way to the kitchen and rearranged some food and prepped the cake. We'd been at it for close to two hours by this point. Returning to the party I found two women sucking his nipples while a third aptly worked his cock over with expert hands. The fuckers had stopped, and one of the woman was working herself over with a g-spot toy, and she, like a fountain, kept liquidating fluid, it was a sight to behold.

Finally I looked at my disheveled man, who was panting, flushed and shaky, and asked him if he could show us how he cums. Putting one had firmly around his raging erection, he pumped it for all of forty five seconds, before he was spurting forth the evidence of his pleasure. Right as he thought his orgasm may end, I positioned my mouth on his dick and sucked fervently allowing him to thrash beneath me and the other women who were now holding him down. It was astonishing how much energy it took to complete this final deed for all of us. We sang Happy Birthday to him right at this moment as the final climax to an awesome experience. He looked so gleeful.

The decadent cake was brought out with sparklers and together we sat around and ate it, the birthday man had three pieces. Then for the next hour and a half everyone sat around talking, cuddling and giggling about our escapades.

We have amazing friends, and a blessed life. The man was overwhelmed by his good fortune to be so well liked by such giving people. I drove us home as he was in no shape to be behind the wheel and when we arrived to our sanctuary, he had a scotch and a big fat cigar on the porch.

It is safe to safe, he had the best birthday of his entire life. Or so he says.

Revised List

I wrote this list of 100 things about me, in 2005, years ago now. It is a little dated and stale, though mostly still true.

Today I bring you a more updated version of 1oo things to know about me.

1. My partner and I want a baby this year
2. I own a sex-positive business, Libido Lounge
3. My clitoral hood, both breasts and belly button are pierced
4. My shoe & boot collection is over 100 pairs
5. I am forever tired
6. Pho is yummy
7. My man & I met in one of my sex classes a couple of years ago
8. My teenage daughter is close to me in interests & personality & bigger in physical size
   
9. I make my bed as soon as I get out of it
10. Doing laundry is to be avoided until absolutely necessary
11. I am well known for my activism and drive
12. I land in the media with regularity
13. We have 1 cat, and two birds
14. I prefer to shower or to take a short bath
    
15. I refuse to be waxed, instead using a Mach3 razor
16. My nails are long and often painted a bold color
17. I am painfully self conscious
    
18. My close friends are few and loyal
19. The number of people I know and am friendly with are substantial
20. I love Gelato - raspberry
21. Tom & Jerrys Ice Cream is delicious
22. At home I am a nudist
23. Spending time at Wreck Beach soothes my soul
24. Massages bliss me right out
25. Mac cosmetics are the bomb, my collection is rather large
26. I have an office at home and one at Libido Lounge
27. My desktop is always covered in projects, contracts and invoices
28. It takes a number of hired professionals to keep me going
29. If there were 30 hours in a day I could fill them all & still be tired
30. My sex toy collection is arranged into categories for storage purposes
31. My sex toys & implements easily tops four hundred
    
32. I like writing my blog, it is a Personal Life record AND a Professional record
33. My iPhone is the best thing ever
34. In December I got a new Macbook
35. I have had three women in service to me in my life as a Dominant
36. Of those three women, two are still in my life lovingly, the other is only a voyeur now
37. Many many men have proposed marriage to me, ring and all
38. I own real fur pasties and panties (from my man's mother)
39. Last year I visited the Dominican Republic & Maui
    
40. I leave for Cuba in a few days
41. I have limited ASL skills, I can use sign language
42. As a professional speaker, I am comfortable before large massive crowds
43. There is no one in my life who does not know what I do for a living
44. My panty collection is upwards of sixty pairs
45. My corset collection is nearing twenty
46. For sex, I like to ride my partner on top
47. I give amazing head
48. My hand jobs are toe curling and explosively wonderful
49. Favorite lubricant is Liquid Silk
50. Sex with women is delicious and something I truly enjoy
51. I am not always very photogenic
    
52. Crying is difficult for me
53. Milk with Sean Penn is the last movie I saw WOW!
54. Men that are big, hairy and a little overweight turn me on
55. Man on man action is super hot to watch
56. Touch is important in my life, it keeps me grounded
57. Alone time is what keeps me sane, I need much of it
58. Seafood is my most favorite, sadly no one else in my house enjoys it
59. I am a non drinker for a looong time now
60. I do not smoke or do any drugs
61. I have not had a drop of caffeine in over two years
62. I have zero debt
63. My In Box is a source of constant angst, keeping up to all the email is difficult
64. I am 36 years old and finally feel like an adult
65. I identify as Queer, not bisexual
66. a good beating is something I hunger for
67. Single tail whips are explosive for me, they make me wet with want
68. Iced Tea
    
69. My cold drinks should always have ice cubes in them, and a lot
70. I say what I mean
    
71. People who are honest and blunt get my attention
    
72. I am not attracted to women that look breakable or are clingy
73. When driving at night, I always get sleepy
74. My life is booked months in advance
75. Cooking is enjoyable and a necessity
76. The best position for receiving oral sex is sitting on my partners face
77. My father is dead
78. My mother drives me crazy with her constant denial of who I really am
79. My mans mom reads my blog here daily
80. Being organized, keeps my life running smoothly, it is not that I am that anal
81. Taps that drip annoy the hell out of me
82. I hate washing floors
83. I like aroma therapy in the bedroom
84. My Hitatchi is my favorite sex toy
85. As a young person I had braces and head gear
86. I know very very few people from high school
87. I grew up in the Fraser Valley
88. My stash of information is huge on people, places and incidents (worth saving)
89. I work hard and play hard
90. Being a switch is the best ever
91. I am forever sought after as a Top and bottom
92. I rarely have time to pursue all those with an interest in me
93. People flatter me a lot, I enjoy the compliments
94. Teaching and educating is a passion
95. Love is amazing
96. My man RC is a god
97. My girls are the best
98. I keep To Do Lists of everything or I would lose track
99. Finally in life I enjoy shopping, though I am not so good at it
100. Sleeping in is something that happens because I go to bed late, not because I'm lazy
     

Day 3 of non-stop sex

Memories of today, day 3 of Taboo.

1. My Cock Sucking & Hand Job class had well over 400 people in it, easily
2. A woman passed out in my cock sucking class.
3. My corporate sponsor kicked ass in product sales relating to my classes.
4. The overwhelmingly positive praise from those who've been in my classes.
5. The sheer number of people who go to Taboo, specifically to take in classes of mine.
6. The Taboo owners telling me they need a bigger workshop room next year, due to the grand attendance numbers in all my classes.
7. Scott coming through for me.
8. Uncle_M bringing me cookies.
9. Seeing countless Libido Lounge members at the show & supporting me in my classes
10. Juliet for doing the handouts.
11. Robert for crowd control.
12. Jason for managing all my time and helpers.
13. Feeling like a super star, it is very pleasing to be so well received by my community.
14. Feet hurting so badly, that I had to go bare foot.
15. Paid for a massage at the show, and the masseuse gave me double time because I make the world happier by teaching cock sucking.
16. I & P for the Rocky Mountain chocolate factory hand dipped strawberry and cold drink
17. M & P for doing handouts & bringing me fresh pineapple, granola bars and muffins
18. Neko for the home baked cookies
19. Countless hugs and love by those who support me
20. Trade and Convention Center staff telling me they've been working the show for years and that they ensure they also get to see me and my educational offerings.
21. Freebies from a number of stores, in bulk quantities.
22. Thunderous applause.

Girl Sex

As I am extremely busy today, and, I had promised to post about last Fridays Dirty Girls, this seems like the right moment to do so. I received permission from N, to take this from her journal and put it here for you all to read.

Note, she is a new member of Libido Lounge, and as such this was her first womens party with us.

Titled "Maiden Voyage into Dirty Girls"

Yesterday evening started with a one-hour private seminar on the G-spot and female ejaculation. To my pleasant surprise, the G-spot was something I had equal levels of experience with as I had with female ejaculation. I just didn't know that I already knew what I was doing before I went to the class, and having gone was a worthwhile experience for that very reason. There was also a planned group viewing of the G-spot and the internal anatomy of the vaginal canal. Due to unforseen complications, I found myself taking a seat in the gyno chair with the viewing tube inserted for the purpose of sharing knowledge of female anatomy with the other mentees present. I was quite comfortable with this part of my experience due to the sheer number of pap exams, colposcopies, and fetish porn I've participated in. Before I knew enough about how the human papillomavirus affects the female reproductive anatomy, I might have been too hesitant to let a half a dozen ladies take a turn looking at me with a flashlight. I was happy to share that part of myself and at last for a purpose more fun than clinical.

When class was over, more guests arrived for the party. There were ladies in body harnesses, satin camisoles, high heels, knee high socks, fishnet tights, jockeys, and boycut panties. I was taken aback by how many wonderful women came to cum together, but the conversation had to start somehow, so I set my towel on the floor like a pillow and showed a couple couch cuties my favorite toys from the previous year's Taboo Sex Show and the sales clerk position I once held at a porn store. We discussed all the different kinds of booths we've seen at the show, from online vendors who effectively set up a whole store to the many obscure retailers who have the kinds of toys one doesn't easily find in local stores. Going to the Taboo Sex Show every year on at least one evening has definitely been a worthwhile experience, so I tend to encourage attendance. In fact, free tickets to the show were given out to the attendees yesterday who did not already have tickets.

So from here, off I went into the kitchen to take in the view of the hostess (a developing habit of mine, I must confess), who handed me a platter so that I could serve all the delicious ladies who were arranged throughout the venue. I believe I exercised sound judgment by not offering to the ladies who were putting the Red Rocket to good use with a nice hard paddling, spanking, and bum-biting scene to start the night off.

Upon returning to the main room, it seemed a scheme was being formulated in which two buxom blonds would be bent over a table together; fluffed with paddles, spankings, and floggers; teased with a strap-on cock until they just couldn't take it anymore; and then hand-massaged into orgasmic agony. I couldn't help but offer myself as a fluffer! With the three of us working on the two of them, it could be accurately described as the most effective administration of implements, massage oil, and well-lubricated gloved hands recently seen on this side of the Fraser River.

We three had a screamer and a quiet moaner who would later be coaxed into screaming as well. It started with a light flogging of each delectable bum using a bungee style flogger until it was found a cat-o-nine-tails was a much better use of time, effort, and skin. I couldn't agree more. Next, a flexible leather paddle was introduced to the each of the blushing pair's posteriors, with paroxysmal bare-handed spankings and closed-fist punches in between our loving touches and the leather paddle. By this time, it was quite apparent that one of us favored the louder of our two subjects, so the other received a massage of her breasts while continuing to be paddled. It seemed at this point that with each bum glowing, and both heavy and light moans eminating, that it was time to start massaging G-spots. I took my place massaging the breasts of the quiet one while delighting in the screams of the other as my companion Tops gave their best efforts to give as many multiple toe-curling orgasms as each felt necessary. At some point, I recall crying "For God's sake, woman, let her cum!", and to my surprise, the screamer shot back with "I don't want to!"

When the Sybian fucking machine was taken out by our curvacious hostess, I took the first opportunity I could to find a front row seat and a fridge-cold beverage. It didn't occur to me for a couple of minutes that a more private room had been taken over by a pack of four women doing a three-on-one erotic massage that demanded my attention as an audience. Now I was torn between the possibility of my wildest romantic interest taking a wet ride on the Sybian and listening to the soft moans accompanying gyrating hips on the massage table. I was encouraged to barge in on the four-way, but I was much happier watching without calling attention to myself. It was beautiful to watch, and the Sybian stayed unattended for a considerable duration until I finally asked whether it was possible that bringing it out in full view was just a big tease. She told me that she has one at home too, and left me wondering for the time being.

Well I continued mostly just watching the gyrating blonds together with the two towering Tops as well as the scene that had still not ended on the Red Rocket spanking bench, which by now had moved the red-haired subject into an upward-facing position so that she could be better punched in the chest and bitten in more places than could be accessed from the other side. She was having a fantastic time, judging from her bursts of laughter. Then at some point, I was approached by a slim black-haired woman holding a 50 foot length of rope who wanted to practice a bondage technique she had watched on YouTube.

I quickly lost track of all the other girls while I sat playing with my vibrating butt plug controller and the controller for my bullet as she carefully placed lengths of rope around my torso. She introduced me to the double coin knot, which I had never previously heard of, and the rope corset she placed on me played a delightful role in my orgasm. As I played quietly with my bullets and butt plug, and as my breaths deepened with the excitement of the sensations I was feeling, I felt the rope tighten around my ribcage. It was delicious and inspiring. I had never previously incorporated a sexual aspect into bondage as a bottom, but I just might in the future.

Once the plug and bullets came out and were washed, we took the rope off. We soon began talking about the sex swing and all the wonderful ways the frame could be used in bondage when, of course, we were encouraged in short order to take the swing off and use the frame for our deviance. She asked me if I had experience with rope before and if I knew how to tie well, and of course I did. We discussed what she was comfortable with and got right into it after that. I tied her arms together in front, tied it up to the top of the frame, and then tied her right leg to the side of the frame. Once bound, she began to drift. I spread her legs apart a little more and started running my hands all up and down the full length of her soft body. I told her I hope she didn't mind, and she slowly shook her head and closed her eyes. I started playing with her nipples in my mouth, passing my hands over her soft breasts, smooth bum, and between her legs. She was completely relaxed and then asked me if I might introduce her to one of my favorite toys.

I chose the LELO vibrator I brought with me for its silicone silkiness, slid a condom over it with my arms around her, lubed it up and turned it on. When I gently pulled down her tiny black boyshort panties, I discovered a naturally beautiful vulva with a clit that stuck out just a little and petite labia. She smelled wonderful. She asked me to slide a glove on my hand and I complied with her wish before I applied a bit more strawberry flavored lube to my fingers with the vibrator against her clit and public bone, and slid my fingers inside her tight little vulva. She felt slippery and wet. I could feel the little bumps and ridges as I gently massaged her mound and sucked on her nipples. I held the vibrator with my palm while my fingers moved up and down and in small circles over her engorged G-spot. She was a wonder to watch as she gyrated and moaned, gushed over my fingers and swayed in the limited freedom of the ropes.

As she started to heat up, she asked to be allowed to lie down. I left the vibrator in her panties while I untied her leg from the frame first and then let her hands down. We continued from that point, playing with the different settings on the vibrator and massaging her G-spot. We started to kiss when she was satisfied with the vibrator, and I continued to provide her with the pleasure of G-spot massage until I was satisfied that she had a sufficiently heightened mood. We cuddled and talked when the ropes came off, and she was so warm and relaxed, it just felt great to be there. I am very grateful for Libido Lounge, because without this place for women to meet, I would not have had the space or equipment to facilitate this experience.

Bondage & Body Painting Photos

I have spent the better part of the past few days, readying myself for next week. You see for four days, I am engaged in a massive undertaking.

Since 2002, I have been with The Taboo Sex Show, and this year is no exception. I am on contract with them and teach classes from my Erotic Arts Curriculum for the show each year.

This year I have eight classes that I am leading and my time slots are by far the best attended of all. It is a highlight of my year to teach for them as I look forward to January as the time I get to meet so many sexual explorers all at once, and over such a condensed period of time.

You'll find me teaching

• Tie Me To The Bed Posts Please
• G-Spot & Female Ejaculation
• Pussy Licking Good
• Cock Sucking: the Hand Job, Blow Job class
• Wild Sex for the Uninhibited

Here is the schedule, so you can plan to attend some of my classes.

Aside from my classes, this year I was also hired to coordinate a team of wonderful people who will be working at the show for a booth. It is a real joy to be such an integral part of such a phenomenal yearly event.

In 2008 I traveled with Taboo to Edmonton and to Calgary and in the coming months will be going across the Prairies continuing my merry educating path. I so love my life.

Anyways, I went back into the archives of my professional portfolio and pulled forth two photos from the 2003 sex show. Enjoy the memories, many of you knew me even back then.

This is my then partner Jim and I on stage teaching "Tie Me to The Bed Posts Please to the audience. 2003

This second photo is of me airbrushed/painted - this is how I wander through the show one day. 2003

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.

Old Friend

My life has been dramatic and remarkable. I had to conquer huge obstacles as a youth to be where I am today.

A man from my past, recently made contact with me. Oh, the joys of social networking and FaceBook. He reminded me of how far I have come since my turbulent teenage years and reintroduced himself to me.

After his most welcome email, he and I exchanged a few more detail rich emails in which he filled in some gaps in my memory to that sad time in my life. He was a lot older than me back then and his recollections of that period of time is without doubt clearer than mine could have been.

Today I opened my email account and found this most touching letter.

Jennifer,

I am so proud of you! You have take what may have seemed like an insurmountable situation and changed it into some thing good. It brings to mind two things:

1. An old Sunday School Chorus that you might remember-

"Something beautiful, something good,

All of my confusion, He understood.

All I had to offer Him was brokenness and strife,

And He made something beautiful of my life."

2. And the story of Joseph, whose brothers sought to kill him, sold him into slavery, and then when he had risen to the top of the heap, lied to him about the final words of his father. They told him (afraid now that their father was dead, Joseph would take the opportunity to get even) that on his death bed their father had commanded Joseph to forgive his brothers. Joseph stopped them mid-stride. He said "Am I God?" What you have intended for evil; God intended for good!" Some translations of Gen. 50:20 read "What you intended for evil, God changed into something good." How appropo when I consider your journey, "sometimes the journey is the destination."

And there you have it. What began in your life as an evil, has become something good, something beautiful! Who would have thunk it back on XXXXX. But you have take this evil and redeemed it. Wow! I am so proud of you, and I am so glad that I may have played some small part in your redemption.

Regarding the newspaper articles about you. Somewhere in my personal archives I have kept a copy of the original article. When I find it I will send off a copy. The original is yellow and tattered, so it will not scan well, but I will make a copy and send it off as soon as it surfaces (I will include the story of how I found it and the thrill that rose in my spirit when I read it).

For now, hold your head high, "I will cause the rains to come, when it is time there will be showers of blessing" (Eze. 34:26).

Blessings

Pax

Rest Needed

After SULTRY last night, I was completely and utterly exhausted. I was also orgasmed out, and happy beyond belief. For some reason, I was unable to fall asleep when we got home at 12:30 and ended up heading to bed at around two in the morning, so not good, especially given my hectic weekend pace. This of course has given me a small case of the grumblies today.

Thirty six people attended our bathhouse event. Our fifth time running this ever popular and exciting night for our peeps. It is an event that is open to members of Libido Lounge and non members alike.

Our massage girl was on site working her magic, she even roped me in for a rub down which just made me melt to her touch, blissfully so. Everyone on the guest list made it to the party and most met new friends to frolic and laugh with.

What was most remarkable was that all the couples played. The sauna is an equalizer, it has each person naked in short order. The eye candy was scrumptious, it's really sexy to watch others fuck, cruise, flirt and play. So much to see and do, a great way to spend your evening.

We played adult games as always, and did our infamous shower scene too. No matter who you are or what level of experience you have at attending adult parties, rest assured that you will be apart of sexy naughty fun when you join us for SULTRY. The water guns were out and filled with icy cold water, making the human targets shriek as they were each nailed. Oh, the joy!

The steam rooms were action filled from an early hour and I was busy a woman all night long being a social butterfly, talking with friends, having sex and making a few girls rather, um, ecstatic.

If you missed out, you should be kicking yourself. Fear not though, as we are doing it again in October & November. Want tickets for you and yours? Email me now for ticket information as you must pay for them in advance, and rest assured it will be a night to remember.

Today was another story all together, nine people became members of Libido Lounge as it was Orientation day. A wonderful group of friends too, very friendly and eager to share in our sex-positive corner of the world. Introducing them to the facility and our amenities fills me with great joy, and optimism for our long term goals.

Now I am in bed, with my computer on my lap working diligently on the October calendar. The planning and event production never stops around here.

The Support I've gathered

Daily I am reminded of how long I have been involved in sex culture, over a decade now.

People write me and tell me of my immense impact on their lives. It is incredible to hear how I have helped shaped others realities in such a positive way.

There is nothing more rewarding than unsolicited emails of thanks and praise. I am baffled though at the sheer volume of individuals whom I have had the fortune of meeting.

Some I met while teaching a public class. Others I met while leading their class in a college or university. More I've met through email exchanges. Thousands upon thousands I've met at trade shows while I led them on a path of discovery. More I have run across in private coaching sessions. Still others at sex clubs, sex camps and alternative venues when they have come to hear me speak and see my presentations. Others flock towards me for the guest speakers I bring to town and they want to meet. Friends send their friends to me. Supporters quietly tell others of who I am and how I can aid them. The newspaper regularly directs people towards me with bold catch phrases, cover stories, feature articles and my photo. My blog invites people to know me and sex culture no matter where people hail from me.


I'm flattered beyond belief regarding the attention I get.

I am becoming the woman I always wanted to be, but never knew how to create for myself.

It is through all those that I have met and worked with, that I have been shaped into who I am today.

Thank you.

Memories from Sex Camp

We arrived home at 3:00 THIS MORNING. Goddess knows we were tired, and SOOOO happy to crawl back into our own bed.

I taught four sensational classes that were filled to beyond capacity. The feedback forms certainly were flattering to read - thank you.

I MC'ed the talent show in the Canada VS US Olympics and in the Anal Ring Toss and also was the impromptu lion that gave the Vice President head. WOW!

I played with my girl Allena outdoors and did the mean and nasty to her. Our seven and a bit years together has made us stronger than you can imagine.

I swam nude in the pool with so many friends. Then sank my weary bones into the hot tub.

I played with a man to distract him while his bride-to-be came walking out of the woods in all white, and then dropped to her knees to propose to him. (she and I worked on this scenario for weeks)

I answered more sex questions that you can possibly imagine. People just need 5 minutes of my time often, and I was more than happy to oblige.

I managed to get myself hired for three LARGE scale US events and conferences in the next seven months.

I sucked my boy off and dry more than once.

I had the opportunity to catch up with friends from both sides of the border.

I ate, I slept, I laughed, I shopped.

I was reminded of community love and acceptance.

I was witness to an out pouring of support & volunteering.

I saw friends happily beaten and doing the beatings.

I entered my boy into the Gun Oil slip and slide event then cheered and laughed as he and so many others spun out and crashed along the course.

I came away from Paradise tired, spent, happy, with my voice almost gone and knowing that I'll be back again next year.

Thank you to everyone who shared in my experiences.

XOXOXOXO

Winning Entry

An excerpt from the FREE Give Away of tickets, winning entry.



This lovely woman and her spouse won the free tickets to this evening's Couples Only Sex Party.

I first met you when you hosted a women's only play party at XXXXX, I first heard of the party through Deej, and I had been desperately missing a female lover, decided to give it a try. I met you as I first entered the lobby by the stairs, and your wonderful smile lit the beautiful space. I felt welcome and safe, and after introductions, wandered around getting familiar with the space.

You were a ball of energy, every time I turned around, there you were, smiling, flirting and sexual. I watched you alot during the evening, and wanted to have more contact with you, even just to say hi, but found myself unusually shy. I watched your sexual playtime in the living room, and loved your style, and then later, from a distance in the hot tub. I liked that what you did came naturally to you, and wasn't a preplanned "scene" or routine as such. You really seemed to want to make your partner happy, yet it wasn't completely selfless.

I spent alot of the evening trying to decide what role I would see myself in with you, and that is very different with my interest in women. It opened a part of myself I had forgotten about. I found your openness inspiring, and your complete acceptance of everyone there, no matter what their appearance refreshing. I eventually got distracted by a wonderful woman we both know, but I soon became a follower of your blog, and the lounge.

What a wonderful memory to have shared with me, I sure appreciated this womans candidness. Having her and her hubbie at tonight's party is going to be a blast.