photo of presenters

This picture was taken a few weeks ago of Dossie Easton, myself, Allena and Veronica Monet. We 4 women are also all presenting workshops and classes together here in October for the Libido Events Vancouver Sexuality Empowerment Conference.



If I had the energy there would be so much more to write. Doesn't matter how tired I am, my life is never dull and truthfully most times rather titillating. More things happen in my bed, world, heart and home in one day than is imaginable. 500 free condoms were given to me the other day by a friend for our Naughty Pajama parties and on Tuesday I've been asked to shave a womans head. Damn I'm a lucky, blessed and trusted woman.

night

Jennifer

Bill C-38 for same sex marriage

Have you Cast Your Vote On The National Marriage Referendum yet?

“Should Parliament pass Bill C-38 to legalize same-sex marriage in Canada?”

The Liberal Government has brought Bill C-38 before the people of Canada which will change the definition of marriage from "a union between a man and a woman to the exclusion of all others" to read "a union of two persons to the exclusion of all others" to accommodate same-sex marriage.

Current Vote:

No

79,206

Yes

34, 288


Have YOU voted yet? If not, then now is the time and here is the link. It won't take but a few minutes of your time. Vote now!

http://www.referendumcanada.ca/uficanada/referendum/index2.cfm

blessings

Jennifer

all in a days work

Today was a home bound day for me during the day and the evening had me teaching Erotic Wax & Ice play over at the studio.

I needed to be home today to spend time catching up on things, I took no phone calls, just worked in the quiet of my home. No radio, no tv, nothing, just me being productive. It took me three hours just to get my desk top, book cupboard and toy chest cleaned out and another hour to do the storage closet. The kinky stuff just piles up around here both from the post box and from people. It's a job in itself to just keep abreast of all the paper, mail, ideas and new toys.

For my wax & ice class I needed a large quantity of ice for the interactive portion. So when driving to class I pulled in to the local Mc Donalds and went walking in with a big Tupperware container. Walked straight up to the young man behind the counter, who was barely old enough to drive, yet old enough to look at me with eyes that said he knew a woman when he saw one and said...

"Would you fill this with ice please?" He took my container to the back room ice machine and filled it. A community service is what this is and I'm all for community service. If I'd told him what the ice was really for, do you think he would have believed me? Ah, he looked so young that I would have had to ID him before divulging my dirty little secret anyways. McDonald's will fill your cooler any time with ice if you bring it to them, and I do often, and year round too. And yes, I even get ice from them to use in my erotic wax & ice play class. Now how naughty is that? Unlike the ice that comes from trays, McDonalds ice already comes with rounded edges making pieces not sharp and ready for sensation play.

Then class tonight was a slow mellow one, so we had plenty of time to do the class and to do a long interactive portion where both Kara and I were waxed and iced at the same time by workshop attendees. And wow, did we ever have a great time, we had some amazing students this evening who were not only quick studies but also eager students. The class was great and we even covered everything that I had wanted to.

Special thanks to Felicity for working the door and bringing me a slurpee too!

Kara and I drive home together along Hastings street, she in her car driving behind me in my car. After a few minutes of driving, I motion to her to pull up along side me, and finally, she catches on and does just that. Much to her surprise, she was greeted by the visual of my bare tits flashing her and my smile spread across my face as I watched her eyes light up at my deviance.

I motion for her to flash me, and she shakes her head wildly no. I nod, vigorously YES. She shakes back and forth no, as we're still driving side by side going 55 along the road. Then a red light at Hastings and Cassiar and Kara is screwed, both her and I are first in line, side by side in our own lanes, and I give her the look. LIFT UP YOUR SHIRT NOW! or else!

I watch Kara mentally process my demand. The pros and the cons. It was the look of submission that washed over her face quickly that most turned me on, the look of submission right before the flash. She hadn't wanted to flash me, but she did, to please me. And when she did it, when she finally flashed me, it was an act of submission as she knew it was turning me on. And in that, Kara got a rush too.

Finally the girl catches on, looks around quickly at the cars on either side of us then quickly flashes me her beautifully full, high round breasts that have stunning sterling nipple flower shields over her nipples thus accenting her breasts all that much more for me visually. Next to me is a white truck and a man in uniform, ah, what a happy site. His truck door reads Park Ranger. Perhaps he could feel the heat of Kara and I because he looked over as he made his left turn and left us behind sitting in our individual cars, bare breasted, free, in love and smiling at one another. We had just made the most of another moment.


Early in the evening, before class as I was standing in line for some BBQ Pork from this little Asian market, Allena had phoned. With no time to talk it was just a quick question and answer between us, a poly moment really, a check in on my up coming workshops at The Wet Spot in August and a brief chat about Daddies birthday next week. Allena would like me to go to Vegas with her and I'm thinking that this may well be an exciting place to visit as I've never been before. And given that we'd be going as two woman together, without our Daddy we could get in a whole ton of trouble! How delightful.


Must get ready for bed now. I'm actually quite tired. My 11 year old is in my bed as I type this as I'd said yes to her request to sleep with me tonight. I figure her and I have so little time left where she'll even want to be sleeping with me and letting me hold her like that, SO, when she asks me, if it's possible, I say yes. Since I never know which night is going to be her last night in my bed as my little girl, it seems wisest to just indulge us both and have her with me now.

blessings

Jennifer

slogans on t shirts

Pain is temporary.
Pride is forever.

I saw this today on the front of a boys t shirt as he was hanging off the back of a shopping cart being pushed by his mother through a store. I smiled from ear to ear when I read the shirt as it's so applicable to how I lead my life. It's the sort of slogan that if I'd found it on a pair of panties scrawled across the butt, surely I'd have purchased them and you'd have found me presenting myself to Jim in them one day for some SM play.

Couldn't help but go walking over to the woman pushing the cart, smile at her, turn, look to her son, then say "that's a great shirt, where by chance did he get it from?" Only to have her reply that it was his lacrosse team that gave one to each boy. Damn, that was not the answer that I was hoping for.


Some of the most painful things that I've ever experienced in my life, are things that today give me the greatest sense of pride and accomplishment to have made it through.

Pain is temporary.
Pride is forever.

and for this I am grateful, humbled and filled with thanks.


Jennifer

finding time to do it all

Finding the time to do it all is impossible for me, may be not for you, but for me it is not in the cards. I've tried with every ounce of energy that I have, and it's just not in me to accomplish all that I would like to in any given day, week, month or even year. When this realization first hit, I knew then that I had to prioritize my life a little better.

First here are my priorities:

1. my daughter
2. my family (immediate parents/grandparents & poly Jim, Allena, kara)
3. work - Libido Events (teaching, presenting & hosting events)
4. home
4a. friends & outside play partners
5. personal growth, development & alone time (I do need alone time)
6. then everything else is on a first come first served basis, almost

future planning, long term projects, education, play, social time, health etc

I try to make time to meet the needs of everyone in my life. Not all their needs, but the ones that get met through me. This means sometimes postponing dates till ample time is available and sometimes a date in the middle of the day or first thing in the morning. Other times this means a lengthy phone conversation to work something out or just to connect because meeting face to face is just not in the cards. Emails sent to book partners time and to check on their availability. Every now and again having to say, today I have nothing in me to give you other than my love.

I give, I love, I share, I embrace and I nurture those whom are close to me and those who make their way in to my world. I don't necessarily need to even know someone well to love them for a short time and to have them in my life.

My daughter is the corner stone of my worldd and she gets the best of me always. This is my guarantee to her. Mom! I love the name and all that comes with it. I'm her mother and I will not allow anyone to trample on that, make it less than it is, or to be a distraction to this relationship. Sacred, special mother & daughter love. Every other weekend and a week day every week she is away, plus she is in school full time, and with that I have some alone time as a woman who does not live with any of her partners.

Child out of the house and work commitments met, what else is there to do but take care of home, a little personal growth and of course, my partners. Everyone gets time with me, and I get time with everyone. It's not perfect, but it is pretty close considering the types of relationships that I'm navigating.

I'm my daughters mother
I'm my daddies little girl
I'm Jims bottom, masochist, and life partner
I'm karas Mistress
I'm Allenas Top and life partner
I'm new guys occasional Top play partner
and I'm the play partner to many other occasional friends & lovers

Huh, seems like a long list of people to keep happy. Good thing it's not my job to keep them all happy. Ok, it's my job to keep my child happy but aside from her, everyone else is on their own for happiness. I can not create happiness in anyone, I can create a good time but not happiness nor do I want the daunting task of being responsible for such things. My partners have all learned to be excellent communicators over time as to their wants and needs with me. Cause here's the deal, you can't have anything at all with me, until you can say it out loud and ask for it. Once you say it, it becomes something we can work on together, but a mind reader I am not and I also will not draw information out of someone. No time. I'll be here when you are ready to say it, but no time to doddle around with it.

For me finding the time to be with my partners is also about being really clear for myself what I want to be doing with someone when I am with them so that our time together is maximized for good times. It's my preference in poly to only do with my partners and life partners what I feel like I'm best at and what we are best at as a unit. Because everyone has "other" outside relationships, I see no reason for me to have to do something with someone that I'm not passionate about. Being poly means that each of us can go to whomever is most able to meet our specific need at any given time. And to be honest with you, I'm grateful when one of my partners tells me they are going out with one of their other play partners for a type of sex play or sex that I'm not really that interested in. Yippee, go for it, go do it with someone who will do it with you with passion thus making it not something that they'll be looking to me for.

I refuse to be everything to one person because I'm not able to and I recognize this in myself. Plus I don't want the weight, that comes with attempting to be everything to someone.

And guess what, I REFUSE to have someone look at me like I could be everything to them. No way is it possible for me to just be with one person. Inside of me is just way to much love, passion, energy and responsiveness for one person, I've got to share it with others. This is simply who I am.

Finding the time is still hard, but I manage to. How?

I sleep less, keep lists of important dates & commitments, prioritize my life better, delegate responsibilities, learned to say no, accepted that I need help from time to time, learned to ask for help, got better at sharing, gained a respect for time, learned to watch time, removed from life that which was baggage weighing me down, got creative at multi tasking and have also gotten skilled at making the most out of what time is available at any given moment.

Often times I feel like what I offer my partners is not enough and I feel some guilt over this. Then I remember that we negotiated a poly relationship together and as such my partner/s were aware coming in to our relationship of my time constraints just as much as they were aware of my ability to love and play. Ha, it's a good reminder for me, that each of us does poly, not just me. And today I might feel this way and tomorrow it could be one of my partners feeling this way.

Finding the time to do it all means that I must stop typing this now and start getting ready for work. On the drive there rest assured that on my cell phone will be one of my partners talking to me as we struggle to catch up with one another before I start work.

My step grand father has been given about a week to live and tonight after work it's a long drive out to the valley for me to visit him before he passes away. My parents are arriving in this evening from out of town and I'll catch up with them then. It's my prayer that he will not pass away on Fathers Day this Sunday or before.

I may feel short on time now and again but because of poly, I've never felt short of love.

Jennifer
poly & proud

setting the tone for play

Standing on the sidewalk I was engaged in an entertaining conversation with a woman friend late at night on Hastings Street. We were speaking about her husband (and in front of him) and it was a conversation between her and I. He, her bottom and husband. He, my new submissive play partner.

As she and I spoke, I was telling her how sometimes men like to make a bigger deal out of something that requires work than need be, just so that they can delay having to accomplish said project. Of course, I was referring to making a zipper.

A zipper? Come on, you know what a zipper is? A sex toy. An SM toy. An implement of erotic torture. It's where you to take a bunch of clothes pegs/clamps, drill holes in the ends, and put a long boot lace through them all and tie the ends together.

Next lay your partner down and apply said clips to area in need of attention. (inner thighs are a good place to start and work towards the hot spots of genitals, breasts, sternum) Pinch em tight! Clip them on in a nice neat row, and then move them about varying placement of them by an inch or so. Tug on those clips, then twist them back and forth. Then when good and ready, take a deep breath, tell your partner you love them and with one swift PULL, you rip the zipper along the persons body, thus removing all the pegs and sending them into a squirming mess of moans and groans. For the right masochist or those intense sensation seekers, this is a great toy to play with and an easy one to make.

I had just finished telling this woman that she should have her bottom drill holes in the wooden clothes pegs that they own in order to pervert them in to a zipper. Bottom man then says, something to the tune of "drilling holes would be a lot of work, require special tools and be some big deal job." Not! No way could we let him believe this, or convince his partner of this. Here's the deal, I was talking with his wife and Top, not with him at that moment and we were discussing things to have him do for her, and potentially for me. Should he have been interrupting? hhmm, NO!

Does making holes in wooden clothes pegs require a drill and special tools? NO. And as I told both of them, he could do it with a hammer and a nail if he wanted to OR was ordered to. Men can make so much of the little things some times.

Anyways, when bottom man interrupted me while talking to share his woes over making such a toy, it was time for me to remind him that this was a conversation between his wife/Top and myself, and not between the three of us.

I'll negotiate play with him as we travel together through SM, but in these early days of discovery I want him to feel my control and power through my words and actions. The side walk episode was the first time that as a Top I believe I made him GULP. And I saw that gulp go down. It was hot to watch him catch what had happened, the start of a D/s play relationship and I've yet to lay a hand on him. Just toying with his head and trying to figure for myself what roads I want to go down with him and which we'll be side stepping.

Setting the tone for our play with clips or clamp has already started just by our sidewalk conversation and my reminding him of his place. I'm confident that when I do tell him that it's time for him to make me a zipper to use on him that he'll make an excellent one and also not interrupt me when I'm trying to tell him how many clips I want on it and how long the zipper should be. Why am I so confident? Because I believe that by having him make the zipper, delaying the experience of doing it and by talking about it around him (a lot) that eventually as much as he may be frightened of having a zipper used on him that he'll still want the experience from me. And he came to me as a bottom because he trusts me to do him no harm and to keep him safe even when it doesn't feel like safe is a possibility. I'm also sure that he will find the zipper to be erotic, because with me using it on him there's a guarantee of some Jennifer attention and loving at the end of it. Plus it's my hope to teach him how to eroticize pain and discontent so he may get the most out of his play time.

Rewarding someone well for doing something that is hard or scary makes them think twice about doing it yet again for you or on your command. With this in mind, know that I'm SUPERB at creating rewards and at creating want in my play partners too. It makes me feel powerfully sexy to have someone make a request of me for a type of play that I know they are either filled with trepidation over or for something that I know they fear.

So when you think of bottom man and the zipper don't think OUCHY thoughts. No. No. Think to yourself,"Wow, isn't Jennifer a giving Top, putting that zipper on him just so that she can have an excuse to wrap him up in her arms and presence afterwards." How nice of her to think of him in this way. A zipper, such a simple to make home made item that anyone could construct in no time....

and this includes bottom man.

FYI - I asked bottom man awhile back to think of a name for himself so I can write about him here. He's yet to get back to me with a pseudonym for me to us.

Jennifer

bare breasts and a hug

There was a woman in last nights Rope Bondage 2 class who had an impact on me. This attractive young woman, reminded me of what it is like to be new in an area of sex positive culture and how easy it is to assume things about people.

The body harness class was two and a half hours long and when it ended at 9:30 everyone stood around talking while the clean up was taking place. I had my top and my bra off as we'd just been doing chest harnesses in the class and I'd not made it yet to putting it back on. So this woman is leaving finally at nights end and I, topless, go walking over to her and motion in that way that says may I hug you? and she opens her arms and we embrace, (bare chest to t shirt covered chest) briefly for like 5-7 seconds and then I thanked her for making it out to the class and stepped back.

"Wow, that's a first" she says, sounding perhaps a tad out of breath and looking flushed. "I've never hugged a bare breasted woman before!" "Really, you've never hugged a woman before with bare tits?" "Nope." And I realize as she tells me this that I had assumed she would have been in contact with another woman before in a sexual setting. Which is a reminder for me that just because someone attends a class on any topic in the erotic arts does not mean that they have any interest in any of the other areas and that because someone is in a class, does not suddenly give them experience or make them experienced in that or any other arena as well.

I say to her, "the skin right up here, is so soft when you stroke it like this.

And I take my index and middle finger, crook them and stroke slowly the warm fleshy area above my breast where the arm and breast meet. And say,"oh yeah, really soft, try me..." Her eyes widen a little and I watch as her hand extends towards me and she mimic my movement as strokes me twice right where I had shown her. Nothing more, nothing less. Just an opportunity to try something new. And she did. Then she looked me square in the eyes, with a big smile on her face and said "and that's all that I'm going to touch too."

Me, I was just happy that I had the opportunity to be a safe first for somebody and in that I felt like my daily dose of activism had been achieved. This mixed in with our successful rope bondage class and I was doing well last night.

New guy and his wife even made it out and I was thrilled to have them there and to see him getting all tied up and also practicing his rope skills too.

Jim and I made our way back home finally, watched the news, then closed our bedroom door for a couple hours of late night, hush hush on the noises of ecstasy, desire and pain, cause the child's sleeping in the next room kind of SM & sex play that we were in need of.

Jennifer

lazy Sunday & memories of Sat night

My bottom is striped with red lines, cane marks, a reminder of the play that was had last night at Sin City.

Jim and I did some S/M play just like I was hoping for (and hinted for) and I managed to get my bottom and thighs caned from here to kingdom come! It was so much fun to wallow in my masochism for awhile and to also be bound in rope for some bondage play too. Predicament bondage is what Jim does a lot of with me and it's my favorite (aside from suspension) as it takes all off my concentration to stay in the posistions that he puts me in. Being bound on that level means my concentration is so strong that I can erase the outside world and just focus on our play together.

Tied with hemp rope, holding my arms secure behind my back together in a full arm prayer, rendering me unable to keep Jim off of me.... one leg supporting me on the ground, while the other ankle is wrapped in rope and tethered to a ceiling bolt to hold me spread, wide, open, exposed, accessible for Jims viewing pleasure. A chest harness around my torso, making my breasts swell and thus giving him another area to play with my endorphin buttons and another spot to tether me from. He must have had me hanging around for a good 45 minutes and mixed in with the caning, I've got to say that today I'm a happy satiated little masochist. There is nothing better than turning my head around while standing and being caned, to see Jim, swinging a cane and watching me and my body with his full attention. It's a good connection that we get when doing SM and bondage.

We were in to home fairly early last night as this morning we had to be up to pick up my daughter from Richmond at 10:30, as she had spent the weekend camping with Girl Guides.

Today is a lazy day of sorts. Jims on my bed working on his laptop, I'm working on mine in the office and the child is laying on the sofa resting after a cold & rainy weekend in a tent.

For the first time since I've had a car, it seems to have a problem. I've no dash lights or radio lights and the "check engine" light is coming on. hmm. Not good. My Daddy said that he is going to put on jeans and go downstairs and check my car shortly to give me the verdict. I'm not a car girl, a light comes on and says trouble, and what do I do? I call the people in my life and ask them what to do. We're all experts at something or atleast recognize our strengths, and me, I'm fully accepting of the fact that I know nothing about cars.

Later tonight I'll pack for tomorrow nights Rope Bondage 2 class that we're teaching. Get everything packed today then tomorrow when the child is in school and my work is all done, what free time I will have left will just be for my Daddy and not me working. It would appear that I work a lot and need to make a conscious effort to make free time for myself and my Daddy when working at home.


blessings

Jennifer

rope, submission and play

It's Saturday morning and I awoke at 6:36 just to start typing naked at the computer, cross legged and slightly chilled as my bed had been so nicely heated. Last night at 11:30, the lights went out here in my bedroom and I went straight to dream land. After of course, returning home from having dinner with the new guy and his wife. It would be wrong for me to not say how delicious the meal was, BBQ'd steaks, baked potatoes, corn on the cob, salad and sparkle cookies with ice cream for dessert. Yummy good! And when I left I left the dishes behind with them. See in my house, the dish washer is me, so dinner cooked for me and no dishes to do, you can understand then why it felt so special to me. Dinner PLUS...


Us three had a poly talk and it looks like all is going to work out between us. We're slowly negotiating a play / D/s relationship where by cute guy would be my bottom, yippee! Me, with a new guy to play with and he with an encouraging wife. It doesn't get any better than this. Now the way to maintain this type of extra curricular relationship is to keep everyone safe. Physically AND emotionally. Practice no surprises and don't scare the villagers. Keep everyone informed and get consent at every step along the way. And not just from him, but from the two of them as a couple. This is how I play and this is what keeps people around in my life is my ability to be that ethical player or if you will, that ethical slut. Managing multi partnered play and / or relationships is also easy for me because I'm not looking to be everything to anyone NOR will I allow anyone to look at me in that light.

Now about today - I work from 12-6 and then return home to shower and change my look from day time employee, to night time glamoured up Diva on her way to Sin City. Yes, it is tonight, the second Saturday of the month again and it's time. Time for the world of fetish, dancing, BDSM play and eye candy at 23 West Cordova from 9-3. Jim is arriving in at 8 to pick me up and we are heading straight to the event from here.

Who knows what I'll wear, but surely I'll be able to come up with something while I'm working today. Already I'm confident that I'll be exhausted BEFORE I even arrive but I know that the sex energy is so high there that it alone can keep me going all night long. What I'm thiking is that going tied in just a rope harness would be perhaps the best way to go, a guarantee if you will of endorphins going off, all that rope pulled tight and constricting around each of my breasts, binding me tight, holding me together, restrciting my breathing and making me filled with desire while navigating each step carefully in a pair of 6 inch heels and moving to the music and the endorphins. A piece of hemp rope, tied in to an intricate knot, just big enough to cover my mons, thus making it legal for me to be in a bar barely dressed!

Mix this in with the fact that my bottoming to rope and to perhaps some SM is even in the cards for me this evening. Gets me excited just thinking about it now. The other day I'd emailed my Daddy and asked him if we could play tonight...I've found as a bottom that the sure fire way to get my needs and wants met is to be able to not only articulate them out loud but also to offer something up in exchange. I offered Jim my submission and asked him if we could leave the Daddy part behind tonight seeing as though I'm really looking for some SM from him and I do this best with him (in public) when I do this masochism stuff with him as my Top and not as my Daddy. Make sense? I'd much rather have him come to me as my Daddy afterwards and carry me away and make it all better. See, I'm a girl who knows what she likes!

Oh yes, and yesterday when I checked the Libido Events post box I found to my giddy, lustful surprise that Midori's new book (Wild Side Sex: The Book of Kink) has arrived to me finally. Not only was it in the post box yesterday but by last night it has been read at work on a break, dropped in to my purse and flipped through at red lights and is now proudly laying on my bedside table next to some O'My lube. Erotica and lube at my bedside, are you catching on that I'm a tad bit of a sensualist? I am!

Off to scrub down with some Got2b soy and apple foaming body shower latte, before facing the world. If you see me at Sin City tonight and I'm not playing in the dungeon or otherwise engaged, then stop by and say hello.

Jennifer

moms reaction & her gift to me

My mother has arrived in one piece, toured the house twice and deemed it acceptable for both her daughter and grand daughter to live in. (thankfully)

Not a word from her either as she stood in my bedroom, before my dresser, looking at the Gatewood print, with a sticky note covering the bottom half of two men, hanging on my wall. Didn't blink an eye and I'm pleased with myself for making it easy for her to be here comfortably. (and for me)

Of course, my mom is a good mom and she arrived with a domestic care package and a bag of presents. Tonight mom is sleeping in my daughters bed and my child is of course spread out in my queen size bed, grinding her teeth and kicking off the covers. See what I have to look forward to shortly!

The coolest thing my mom gave me was a new coffee mug. Being born late October makes me a Scorpio and the mug says this about Scorpios...

You possess an intense, magnetic personality, and are very energetic. You are mysterious and secretive, and employ subtle methods to achieve your ambitious goals. You are very determined and thrive on challenges. In love, you are extremely passionate and sexual. You can hold a grudge at times, but when you come on strong, few can refuse you.

It's true, I've been called intense many of times and I take this as a positive, just like having a strong personality. Being energetic is obvious yes? Although lately I've been quite tired. Perhaps I need some vitamins.

Challenges are fun and hell yes I'm determined, couldn't be a sex activist and not be. And passionate, yup that's me too along with ambitious. Take a look around at my world, it takes ambition to see a future for sex positive culture and to walk here.

It's just a fun novelty type mug and yet I feel like it was written personally for me.

My guess is that some time tomorrow while I'm at work at daughter and mom are here without me, that my mom will sneak a peek at the Gatewood print sans the sticky note. Hopefully when this happens, she'll recognize that her daughter was trying to keep her safe and she'll smile at me and forget about the print that I have on my bedroom wall.

News on the poly front:

1. Kara has chosen her wedding dress
2. Bella is well at home in Seattle after our Tuesday overnight date
3. spoke to Jim he's in Bellingham at the studio
4. new guy is taunting me by talking about body massages


Jennifer
mother, daughter and sex activist all rolled in to one tonight

sticky notes to hide genitals

I bring this up because my mother is on her way over to my house for the first time since we've moved in to the new place.

On the wall, above the dresser in my bedroom hangs a print that I adore. It was a gift of sorts awhile back and it's been put in a matt & frame and hung with love.

The print itself is a black & white 8x10 framed to 11x14, so you can see how it would get noticed hanging on the wall, above the dresser in my bedroom right? Did I mention that a lamp sits below it, illuminating it ever so well?

Oh the photographer is San Francisco's Charles Gatewood and when he last stayed here at the house, he gave me the print as a gift. Charles is the most amazingly kind man and such a talented and famous modern primitive / erotic photographer. (there are other prints in the house, but nothing quite like this print from Charles)

The print is of two gay men (likely lovers) standing in the door way of a New York sex club inside rooms. It's a stunning print of these men, arm in arm, each wearing a mask to disguise them if you will. Both men are in lingerie and the photo ends just about mid thigh on them. Ropes hang in the background and you can almost smell the musk of these men, cause it's just that sexy.

A sheer black garter with stockings on this one man and he's wearing a camisole and holding a beer with his tongue slightly pushed out. The other man his cock is exposed, hung ready for something, anything, bare chested, garter and stockings with a sly smile and the look of a man whose really comfortable with himself and his partner.

I love this print and do not plan on removing it from my wall before my mother arrives, yet I do feel like it's not appropriate for her to run across it while she tours the house tonight and tomorrow.

Here's what I've done to make myself feel better about my mothers reaction to the print. In my top desk drawer are yellow sticky notes. Sitting at my desk with pen in hand, I wrote across the top sticky note on the block...

lift with caution

It's true, I now feel much better about my mother looking at the print. Because you see, I took that sticky walked to the print & firmly traced the gummed backing on to the glass of the frame. It was just big enough to cover the lower waist area of these two men, thus hiding their genitals.

Now if my mother looks, it's all on her. And as for me, I feel like a good daughter for keeping her safe from something that I know she would rather not see. She'll know it's there, but she'll get that I went to some effort to think of her and protect her. (atleast this is my hope)

My mom is due in any minute and I need to finish readying the house for her arrival and my daughter for bed.

Later tonight after I get them both tucked in, my plan is to spend some time working on the computer on Libido Events stuff and having a peek under the sticky before I turn out the light for bed.



blessings

Jennifer

shifting of power

Last night Jim and I were cuddled up on the sofa (alone in the house) after the rope bondage class, the news was just ending and he starts to speak. Since we're alone, I am naked, his preferred way to have me. "Lay back, flat on the sofa" he says as he get's on his knees along side my outstretched body and pulls the cushion out from under my head. His hand ran the length of my body and there may have been a kiss to my forehead before I saw his hand reach towards the pocket on his jeans.

Now earlier, before the news on tv, before naked, we'd arrived back from the class and I set about putting everything away. Asked to ready myself for bed and with permission set about brushing my teeth, using the washroom and folding back the bed. While in the bedroom putting things away, I had seen underneath his computer bag on top of the medical table in my room, the caddle prod.

The caddle prod and I have a long history together, it's a love - hate relationship and I'm sure you can understand why. I love the fear & terror it conjures up in me and the intensity of the pain it creates YET I hate the fact that it can humble me to tears and groveling and make it impossible for me to control my flailing body when it strikes. But we get so close when we play with it. Really close, it's a huge trust thing to play with a toy like that and a huge turn on too.

He reaches in to his pocket and says in a really stern loud tone "Arms up, over your head and keep them there!" Damn I don't like this already yet I want to play so bad that what ever he wants will be ok with me. So long as it keeps us close. A Wartenburg pinwheel comes out from behind the caddle prod that I can see sticking out of his pocket and he trails it over my body till I dance and shimmy and groan and moan so loud that I know he wants to use me more for something more.

And then there we go, here it comes, my uncertainty, my fear, my panic and a caddle prod all at once. The mind or at least my mind, goes so fast at this moment. My bottom lip quivering and the caddle prod being pushed in to my thigh then thighs, and traced over every inch of my trembling body. Legs spread, against my will but with my consent and I'll be damned, but I was so aroused with fear, want and submission that when it touched my labia, yes, my legs shook and clamped shut briefly, but what he wanted in that moment was for me to give it all up to him. It's sliding in to my moistness and I know that if I had not been so aroused it never would have or could have been pushed in me. It's my own want that has create this horrible predicament for myself. Could have gotten up and walked away in that moment as the only things holding me still was my desire to please my Daddy. Have faith Jennifer. Trust in me. I'll keep you safe. We've done this before, it hurts so bad only because you know the pain...

Funny thing for me with a caddle prod, once it lands, I can't find exactly where it landed any more as the feeling spreads so far out. Pushed in deep to my torso it's an exhilarating sensation and one that I'll continue to seek out.

About 1am we went to bed and at 3 I was sleeping on the sofa to avoid the snoring. Then at 5am, sleeping the sleep of the dead, I'm suddenly being carried briskly through the house in the arms of my Daddy, thrown to the bed, rolled over and shown yet again, who has the power in our relationship.

Now at 11:00 today Daddy left for his house and Allena is next on her way up to me from Seattle and due in at 6 tonight. In her and my relationship, I've got the power and tonight it will be fun to exercise it over her. What to do with her? Well I certainly won't be deciding this here, but over dinner I'm sure I'll create something.

The BBQ is ready and all I need now is for the knock at my door and to hear Bella say, "I've arrived Ma'am" and I'll know that the power has shifted in my house and in my bed yet again.

Jennifer
a switch

fitting it all in

Saturday you could have seen me sitting watching a parade with my daughter in the morning then wandering the closed, chaotic streets for a few hours had you been in Burnaby on Hastings Street at The Hats Off Day Parade. And thankfully the rain held off for the entire day and we were able to have such a great time together. Although I did not buy any cotton candy at the parade I did consume at 9:00 in the morning a Spicy Hot Italian oversized sausage on a bun and ate it till the final crumbs were in my mouth.

Following the parade festivities, my daughter along with a friend of hers went to a movie together then swimming. This of course left me suddenly with some available time. Should have, could have many things, but instead ended up out with new guy to dinner at a local pub and for a nice talk and visit. When we got back to his place, he presented me yet again, with another package of Chocolate Sparkle Cookies. WOW! These things are to die for, they are the worlds first baked truffle and they're made by Thomas Haas here in Vancouver.

Is it a Cookie? Is it a Truffle? Or is it a Dessert?

This award winning chocolate treat is so unique that it is difficult to categorize. Some call it a truffle, Vancouver Sun calls it The Best Cookie in the World.


Award Winning
"The World's Best Cookie"
Vancouver Sun, Feb 2003

"One of the Top Ten Favorite Recipes of the Year"
LA Times, Dec 2002

One thing I know for sure. The man has good taste in his sweets and I'm grateful.

We visited for awhile and then it was time for me to pick up the girls from the pool and bring them home seeing as the friend was sleeping over. By the time the girls were to bed at 10:30 I actually fell in to an exhausted sleep, thankfully. It was just needed.

Up Sunday morning and drove daughters friend home at 10 and then arrived back just in time to take a call from Kara saying her plans for the day had changed due to weather. I invited her along to the mall to clothes shop for my 11 year old who is growing at such a rapid pace these days.

We met up in the mall and off the 3 of us went. Kara, like Allena both move through my life, heart and home so often that they all just fit in to my family. While the child was in the change room it was time for a few stolen moments between Kara and I of pinched nipples, lingering touches, low moans of built up want and girl play. Doing things to Kara when she leasts expects them makes me wet. It's the look of surprise/alarm, right before it washes over to lust that makes it so hot for me visually. And that's really the only reason why I do things to her. Is that I like how it looks on her. Holding hands and being arm in arm is just a given with me, I'm like that with all my partners. Not the ideal way to spend time with my bottom in a mall, but hey, when life has got me being mom, then mom is what rules. Part of what makes Kara and Allena so special is there ability to honor me a mother by not making it hard for me to be a partner. (because out of all my partners, in poly or just casual play, I'm the only one with a child)


Wow, tomorrow is Monday already and Jim and I are teaching Rope Bondage 1 at the studio. It's always cool to see who shows up to rope classes, whose learned what and who is turning in to a rope Top or a rope Slut. After the class Jim and I return to a empty home as my daughter will be at her dads. After this update I plan on letting my Sir, my Daddy know that we'll be alone so perhaps he can preplan how he may wish to use me / and as such pack accordingly.

Jim's been with Allena in Seattle all weekend as I've been home bound. This Tuesday, Allena is coming up here to spend a day and night with me. Poly only works when communication is at it's best. And these days it's working pretty good, because everyone in my world is getting some of me as well as some of's with their other partners too. Life is good.

Seeing as though it's after 1, it would be wise for me to crawl in to my bed. My office is in my bedroom so it's not far for me to go. I've spent time on my knees before on this carpet, I'm confident I can crawl to bed on my own without anyone actually dragging me. (although being dragged can sure be hot!)

hugs, kisses and blessings,

Jennifer

sexy happy things

Things That Make Me Feel Sexy and/or Happy

1. thigh high, black, pvc 6 inch heeled boots molded to my legs
2. cuban toed stockings rolled up my calves
3. massage with essential oils from the top of my back to the ends of my toes
4. good boot polish to a high shine from a woman boot black on her knees
5. having someone sing to me
6. being carried to bed
7. watching my partners face as she orgasms from my attention and love
8. playing voyeur to young couples on the street making out
9. love notes addressed to me - under my pillow, in my purse, tucked in my hand
10. cotton candy by surprise and as a reward for good behaviour
11. coca cola slurpies with 2 straws, one green and one pink
12. no line ups at the border crossing as I enter
13. my Daddy calling me his girl
14. my girl calling me Mistress
15. lube, more lube and even more LUBE, yippee for personal Lubricant
16. having my cheek stroked lightly
17. walking & feeling the beads on my nipple piercings bounce on my areolas
18. knowing my place in this world
19. creating sacred space for others to explore in
20. being flirted with by young men
21. my iBook G4 as it does it all for me
22. Bella calling me Ma'am
23. owning my submission & masochism
24. creating safe opportunities to play
25. big wet g spot orgasms at the hands of my Daddy
26. being bound, immobilized and left to float away
27. showing women that being bi sexual and a mother is possible
28. hearing the words " I love you"
29. a big bowl of cold cherries on a summer day naked on the porch
30. hearing a latex glove go on from behind my hood
31. being needed
32. celebrating my polyamorous relationships with others
33. Allena, Daddy and I together
34. cold chocolate milk at 3 am
35. bondage outdoors, suspended from a tree in Horseshoe Bay
36. handcuffs that restrict my partners ability to keep me at bay
37. sushi eaten off a naked womans body
38. flavored lube as something different
39. hot showers, warm baths and heated towels
40. someone taking a risk for me
41. tears of joy
42. my hitatchi magic wand, plugged in to the wall and in between my legs
43. the baby Jesus butt plug that Bella gave me as a gift
44. being an activist
45. no mail in the mail box
46. no messages on my phone
47. promptness and attention to detail
48. success
49. surrounding myself with like minded people
50. people who follow through on their commitments without excuses
51. knowing what the limit is in anything
52. sharing my journey
53. feeling music pound through my body as I make my way through a club
54. having and knowing love & passing it on
55. clean sheets smelling of lavendar
56. people asking me for exactly what they want (politely)
57. silky panties, covering my moistness
58. ice trailed over a breast till the nipple raises, perky
59. kisses on my eye lids
60. vibrators that make no noise
61. sharing sex positive culture with workshop attendees
62. fingers trailing over my post orgasmic body creating all new shudders
63. jiggle of bra free breast bouncing under a short t shirt on a hot summer day
64. the ass on some of Vancouver's bike couriers
65. my Daddy's chest and my knowing just where my spot is
66. soft leather corset binding me tight
67. teaching the erotic arts
68. saying no to alcohol
69. moans of pleasure
70. soft lace bras
71. the smell of leather as I enter a leather store
72. color co ordinated fetish wear
73. sharing SSC with new comers
74. erotic art in main stream culture
75. shopping for new sex toys and finding something I'm excited about
76. the look of rope marks on my body after a heavy bondage scene
77. bruises of love and consent
78. learning a new knot to tie
79. the feel of a hand spanking as my bottom warms
80. being suspended in rope bondage, inverted and flung around to fly high
81. sharing a fantasy and having my partner bring it to fruition
82. spending a day in bed being used
83. spending a day in bed using someone
84. the smell of hemp rope as it closes in on me
85. power, giving it up and taking it
86. sparkle cookies while reading erotica in my queen size bed
87. body butter worked in to every inch of my skin
88. breaking a sweat in the pursuit of pleasure
89. sound of a belt pulled quickly through pant loops
90. a tongue flickering on the small of my back
91. the smell of lust lingering in the air
92. creating want in someone
93. hot pink duck tape against flesh
94. the feel of a cool breath of air on my over heated body
95. someone breathless asking for more
96. women that orgasm multiple times and loud too
97. men, bald, with a few days worth of stubble on top
98. being denied
99. being granted permission
100. being OWNED


There was a time in my life when I was only loved by one person and today in my life I'm loved by many.

There was a time in my life when I was only intimate with one person and today in my life I'm intimate with many!

There was a time in my life when I only had sex with one person and today in my life I have sex with many. (define sex)

There was a time in my life when I couldn't ask for what I wanted and today in life I can.

There was a time in my life when I didn't understand the power of love and today I understand the freedom that comes with love.

Jennifer

weekend memories

Friday's weather was amazing if I'd been laying on the beach with a cabana boy/girl tending to me; but no, I was driving along the I5 to Seattle and boiling hot. Arrived in to my Friday night dates home a little bit ahead of schedule and as such it left more time for us to talk together and relax some before we headed out. It's been a while since I'd put on a skirt, blouse and heels and been taken out to dinner on a date. It was a lot of fun for me and I enjoyed the food and the opportunity to be out with someone different. My friend and I go way back and have been through much together, there is a fondness there that's so deep because of our history.

Sleeping with someone else is a different experience as well. Being multi partnered you learn that each of your bed mates will have their own posistion to hold you in, to keep you, a posistion as favorite etc and of course we had to leave some time before finally falling asleep to find our spot with one another in his King size bed. It worked out great and we were sound asleep by 2 in the morning, however I was awake shortly before 7 to start my day. Up, dressed and a cuddle with S and then off to meet Allena and head to the Queer Femme Conference.

I'm navigationally challenged, There, I said it out loud and put it out in the universe too, Jennifer is navigationally challenged and as such ended up making a frantic call to Allena Saturday morning half an hour before I was due to arrive to her.

frantically,"Bella, it's me! And I'm bloody lost, I don't know where I even am, and I need to know how to get to you from here!"

Allena

"well tell me where you are first (chuckle, chuckle) it'll be ok and I'll get you to me, just tell me where you are?"

"I've no god damn idea where I am Bella, but I'm next to a car dealership and this mall here and this sign blah blah blah"

In the end it turned out that when I left S I actually went the wrong direction on the I5 and even with Allena on my cell talking me through it, I still had a hard time getting un lost and back to where I should have been. Normally I'm fine driving in Seattle, but coming from S home to Allena's was a stretch for me.

Finally I make it to Allena's and we head straight to the conference after I dump all of my bags in her condo. Veronica who is Bella's cousin was also staying with us and teaching at the conference too. She is just such an amazing woman both inspiring and motivating. Beautiful with her words and as an intelligent woman. Veronica is an activist / sex educator and the one secret that I'm going to tell in today's blog update.

Veronica Monet will be flying to Vancouver to present for the Libido Events Vancouver Sexuality Empowerment Conference in October. Not only will Veronica presenting in depth sexuality workshops but also promoting her new book due out at the same. As the date draws closer for the conference more info on Veronica will be forthcoming as well as on the other presenters that I've hired. Over the course of the weekend I had the priviledge of watching Veronica teach a couple of times at the conference and let me tell you that the conference attendees loved her just as much I do. (and a standing ovation after any workshop in this realm is astounding and she deserved it)

There was so much going on at the conference that I can not begin to tell you it all. Here are some of the highlights:

1. Dossie Easton & I had the chance to spend time together this weekend both personally and professionally and this meant an awful lot to me as an educator and as someone who thinks she's really hot and an amazing author. (Dossie Easton, a San Francisco family therapist, is co-author with Janet Hardy of The Ethical Slut, a guide to infinite sexual possibilities as well as The Bottoming Book , The Topping Book and When Someone You Love is Kinky. They are currently working on a new book, Radical Ecstasy, about transcendent states of consciousness in sex and SM, to be released in the Fall. As a licensed psychotherapist she works with individuals, couples and more in her private practice, and has extensive experience over the past thirty years with a wide variety of open sexual lifestyles. Dossie has been an active sex radical since 1961, and she does not intend to quit.)
2. Minne Bruce Pratt gave a speech about the gender oppression of woman, that has me wanting to change some things in my own life.
3. 350 queer femmes in one space-damn that's awesome energy to share with others and so empowering too.
4. Seeing women from Vancouver BC that made the journey to Seattle to be a part of this ground breaking project.
5. The cabaret/spoken word show left me breathless and the woman who sat herself down next to me in a chair, put her head on my shoulder and let me stroke her soft flesh while we watched pasties twirl, performance art and one woman who sparked in me an interest of lust
6. The panel on bisexuality and femminity that I spoke at had a grand group of women in it and my panel members were all so interesting and passionate as well.
7. Annie Sprinkle was a real doll, gracious and filled with warm words, talking with her was a real priviledge


everything else from the conference was a blur and besides this, it will take me atleast a week to deal with all the business cards that have been given to me and to send mail & calls to all these people. And you know what? As fast paced as I move, even I need time to process something and this is going take awhile.

Veronica, Bella and I stayed up late talking and finally Allena and I rolled in to bed together and were asleep by 1:30. I was up before the alarm (of course) at 6:30 and out of bed by 7:15 to work on my computer which I'd brought with me. Left this morning at 9:30 for the conference and was right off the bat in a room full of femmes discussing the topic at hand "chicks with dicks" strapon sex. Learned much, yes I did.

Networked through the rest of the day till 2 when this fabulous woman masseuse gave me a very healing massage before I had to depart. At 2:30 Allena and I had to head back to The Wet Spot so I could teach my 4pm class. Private Parts: Genital Play for the Adventurous. I love teaching at The Spot as it's affectionately called and there were more class attendees than I'd even made treat bags for. Jim's coming up tomorrow and when he leaves I'll send him with the extra treat bags so those who didn't get one today. This way he can take them to Allena at The Spot when he is with her later in the week.

Workshop ended at 6, well actually 6:10 as I ran over a tad bit and then I was on the phone to Canada to check on my daughter. Her dad wanted me back by bedtime at 9:30pm and I said I'd do my best. Such a quick goodbye to Allena, Veronica & Dossie then I was off in my car and driving in a beeline straight for my daughter by 6:25pm

Hit the border at 8:30, turned my cell back on when roam charges no longer existed then was phoning Kara to check in on her, arrived to my child at 9:20pm and home finally, thank the godesses by 9:36pm this evening. My bags are on my bedroom floor and can stay there forever for all I care right now. They are filled with toys right now that all need to be cleaned. more work, yikes!!

Child is in bed sleeping and I'm in my robe almost asleep by body but my mind is just going so fast.....a massage, I could really use a massage right now.

Tomorrow night I'm presenting Tales Of An Activist: Jennifer's story of entering Vancouvers sex positive communities and there is still packing to do for this event. A little nervous to be going to talk about my own life and experiences as my own journey but elated at the chance to show others how it's all come to be.

Now before I go to bed I need to spend one more hour sending out a mailout to the mailing list about tomorrow nights presentation on Tales of an Activist.

good night

Jennifer

readying for Seattle

On the tall back, black bondage chair in my bedroom is a suitcase and today I've managed to pack my clothes for my trip to Seattle this weekend in it. On the medical table in my room is another open suitcase, which contains the supplies necessary to teach my Private Parts, Genital Play class at The Wet Spot on Sunday. Another pile on the floor, soon to be in my pink Tinkerbell suitcase is the mountain of toys that I'm taking for the play party and any private opportunities that may come my way after my presentation at the Queer Femme Conference.

I'm leaving tomorrow early afternoon hopefully so as to make it to Seattle in time for dinner. I've got a dinner date at 7 with S. and he's promised a surprise after dinner so of course I'm eager to see him and to find out what he has got up his sleeve. We've been friends / play partners for years now. Truth be told, it was Allena who hooked him and I up and our friendship and interest in one another has never wavered over the years. Having a friend like this is a gift and I treat him as such. We'll end up talking till all hours of the morning and then sleep a dead sleep together until he wakes me up with a promised breakfast. I'm loving the sounds of this already. Some else taking care of breakfast, wow! What a great way to start a Saturday.

This afternoon after I pick my daughter up from her after school class I've got to get my car vacuumed out so it can be loaded up with all my gear. Yes, it takes an entire other suitcase for me to pack all the Sex & BDSM toys and bondage gear that I plan on taking. Jim says I'm to tidy but really it's just that I can't think straight if there is a mess around me in anything! Once we get back, the new guy, the one that I'd kissed for the first time a couple of weeks back is stopping by with a few things for my trip. A man whose going out of his way to do something for me on a work day, damn I find this sexy. Then again he is very cute himself and today I've been promised that he'll be in uniform and since I've yet to see this, I must admit that I'm a tad bit eager for the visual of him. Yummy eye candy, this is what I should have every day as a 5:30 treat!

I need to write a 5-7 minute intro piece on myself and I've yet to accomplish it even though it's been on my mind for weeks now. It's been escaping me. As I typed this it dawned on me that I can write my intro speech while I'm driving the I5 down to Seattle tomorrow, then it will be ready for Saturdays plenary, oh lucky me.

Today I even managed to catch Midori for half an hour on the phone and we were able to plan more of her August visit. Not only will Midori be teaching two exciting workshops for Libido Events this August but also we'll be hosting Dine With The Diva again. A private dinner opportunity and a chance to listen while Midori reads excerpts from her new book "Wild Side Sex: The Book Of Kink" Limited seating for this dinner and a chance to hear the author herself read you her sexy works!

Once my copy of Wild Side Sex arrives, seeing as Midoris publisher is sending me a promo copy this week, I'll keep it on the bedside table and try my best to keep the pages from getting stuck together while I read it. I promise to read the short stories and essays as quickly as possible with one hand holding the book and the other on my Hitatchi Magic Wand. You just know that from Midori, the book is going to be an excellent one.

It's time for me to head back to packing so it is finished before my daughter gets home and also because I need to put away the adult stuff before anyone else shows up at my door. Although I do not hide who or what I am, I try to remember and practice two ideas:

1. don't scare the villagers
2. keep my business my own; personal and professional

Jim is away again in Olympia for a few days and Allena is eager to get me to her on Saturday.

And in case you ever wondered what type of man my Daddy is, here is an example. He sent Bella and I email today that said that neither her nor I were allowed to orgasm this weekend UNTIL each of us had given a stranger an orgasm first. He likes to call us (his girls) when he send us on missions like this, his Ambassadors of Joy. And since our family word is Joy and we want to keep our Daddy happy, and both Allena and I would like to orgasm again some time, you can well imagine that we will be giving an orgasm to someone over the weekend who we do not know. My plan is to give the first woman in an elevator that I can find and convince a great big huge, juicy orgasm. Then I'll give her a pink Libido Events flyer, a free sample of lube, a pat on the head, push my floor button and hopefully get off soon. The elevator silly, not an orgasm.

till later

Jennifer

where does the time go

It's been a long day today as my sleep last night was cut short with my heading out late for a trip to downtown Vancouver. At 7 last night I decided to head in the city to get some work tended to and work that I could only complete in a bookstore. Off I headed to Little Sisters Book Store, where I spent the better part of two hours researching the project I was working on while sitting cross legged on their bookstore floor. Little Sisters is not just a book store but also an art emporium and over the years have even sponsored some of the events I've hosted with authors and erotic artists.

By the time I departed Little Sisters, I was in need of a cold drink and a seat with more padding then the floor. Seeing as I had already found good parking on Davie Street, I left my car where it was walked across the street and up a block and went to Pumpjacks, a local leather bar. With a cold coke in hand, and a bowl of peanuts, I grabbed myself a seat at the end of the long bar and sat and watched men cruise one another for about 10 minutes before someone I knew came over to say hello.

It's always good to catch up with someone unexpected and that is just what happened last night. Myself and an old acquaintance spent time chatting and making just a tad bit more than small talk. Weird how priorities can change so quickly and how friendships can be made or destroyed in a blink of an eye. We talked for almost 2 hours before I walked him home, then turned myself around and walked back to my car and drove myself out of the city.

I had every intention of coming straight home, but on my way decide to stop in at Lick, a local womens bar to see what was going on. Spent three minutes with my head stuck inside before deciding that I should just go home, the music was to loud for my mood and I really wasn't interested in anyone in the room immediately. Driving along Hastings trying to get home and my mind goes, BING! James should be home and would love a booty call at this hour, let's stop in and see him. Pull up to James house and with his car not in sight, my heart sinks knowing he's not home. I grab the cell and promptly leave him a message....

James, it's me Jennifer and it's just before midnight and I'm sitting at your front door, calling you for a booty call my friend.

Now I know that when James does get this message he's going to be feeling guilty about missing out on this opportunity for some late night loving but it's ok. James and I are good friends and when the opportunity is right, all the stars will just line up in heaven and we'll have a great time and it won't be a stretch to make happen at all. I figure anything that is not meant to be will just make itself to difficult to bring to fruition, so I only play when it's easy and fun. Today just to be nasty, I phone James, and teased him about missing his second booty call from me in two weeks.

Kara came by after work yesterday and before I headed out and we spent an hour and a half in my bedroom talking. She's not seen my new strap-on so I had to put it on for her. Then once I got in, no joke, the woman couldn't keep her eyes off my cock and the sexy smile from her parted lips. Finally as I stood stroking myself and talking to Kara I asked her if she wanted to touch my cock. With a huge breath of air inhaled, her eyes meeting mine square on, and she says,

"Uh huh, I want to touch your cock, oh please, yes"

and then suddenly there she is extending her hand and grabbing a hold of this extension of me and exploring this new cock that is going to bring her to heights of ecstasy that differ from anything else that we do. I know in this minute why Kara is my bottom. She is my bottom because she recognizes that in my life that is her place and it is where she feels the most valued and loved. Eager to please her, just as much as she is to please me, I know that one day when she least expects it, that we'll fuck with this new toy and love another in a whole new way too. A smile forms on my lips and extends to my cheeks and eyes as I fall in lust both with Kara and my new strap-on all over again.

I did sleep last night although at what time my head hit the pillow I'm uncertain but it was around 2 this morning. And seeing as I was up 5 hours later at 7 working on the computer, I know understand why I'm so tired as I type this.

I'd phoned my Daddy late late last night and told him about everything I'd been up to. Today my Daddy emailed me this:

This pre-booty call agreement (hereinafter referred to as the "Agreement") is entered into on the _______(DD/MM/YY) by ___________ (fill in name) and _____________ (fill in name).

This agreement shall cover the following rules and principles:
1. No sleeping over -- unless it is very good and we need to repeat it in the morning.
2. No meeting in public except for dinner or drinks before the events of the evening.
3. No calls before 9pm -- we don't have anything to talk about.
4. None of that "lovemaking" crap -- only sex allowed...
5. No emotional discussions (i.e. Where are we heading with this? Do you love me?) The answer is no, so don't ask.
6. No plans made in advance -- that is why you are called the "backup," unless you're from out-of-town, then it's only a one-time advanced arrangement.
7. All gifts accepted -- including money.
8. No baby talk -- however, dirty talk is encouraged.
9. No asking for comparisons with former lovers -- it's really none of your damn business.
10. No calling each other "friends with privileges," we are not friends, just bed buddies.
11. Calling out the wrong name during sex is okay -- don't be offended.
12. No extra clothing -- I don't want you leaving anything behind when you leave.
13. No falling asleep right after sex -- it's over, so get up, get dressed and go home.
14. Don't be offended if I don't ask if you enjoyed it -- I don't care.
15. You cannot borrow my car for any reason.
16. If anyone asks who you are, the standard response will be: "My roommate's girlfriend/boyfriend."
17. Doggie style is the preferred position -- the less eye contact, the better.
18. NO condoms, NO sex.
19. Bring your own drink -- I am not a liquor store.
20. No phone use, please -- I don't want anyone calling back looking for you.
21. If going to a hotel room, we either split the cost, or alternate who's paying... you pay this time, I pay next.
22. Don't bring any of your friends with you, unless they're gonna join the party.

* Extra tip for successful booty calls: The aforementioned rules may only be altered by the holder of the agreement. If the other party attempts to change or alter any terms of this Agreement, it will automatically become null and void, and you will then be removed from the Booty Call List and deleted from phone memory and e-mail list. In otherwords, you will be blocked from all communications until you understand the rules.

Participating Party:
Signature:_______________________________________
Date: ________________

Participating Party:
Signature:_______________________________________
Date: ________________

Must get to sleep now as tomorrow is two days rolled in to one again PLUS I need to ready for both of my Seattle presentations. And tonight has my daughter in my bed as I'm a pushover and agreed to this on a school night. She cuddles so good that I figure I might as well squeeze as much cuddling as I can out of her now while she's home with me.

I'm not only poly and proud but also a mother and proud.

Jennifer

naked with Serchuk at midnight

Four of us went out for Chinese food at 10:15 last night as we were all famished following the erotic slide show. It was nice to talk and unwind after the event as we ate a late dinner together. Shortly after midnight we returned home, Michele settled in to her room while I went and spent 2 minutes trying to come up with an idea for some clothing or props to use while being photographed by her.

Michele likes to shoot femmes and apparently I fit into that femme box. Lucky me. We shot on the sofa in my living room and on the living room floor. It was a different experience for me having my photo taken by a woman. Different energy to play with and Michele's energy is as beautifully sexy as is she.


Wearing nothing but a pair of above the elbow black opera gloves and a pair of glossy black, thigh high 6 inch stiletto heeled lace up the back boots I presented myself to Michele. As quickly as I'd presented myself to her, out came her camera and her sly smile as she gave me the once over for the first time! Shooting for a short while only yet it was easy to be naked for her and to move in front of her camera. I'm flattered as well that Michele has asked to photograph me again. Hopefully the images we create together will be strong and passionate. Already I'm eager to see what look she captured of mine last night and put her camera magic too as we talked and shot into the wee hours of the morning. Her on a natural high from her successful & thrilling slide presentation and me elated at the chance to work with yet another accomplished photographer and artist and to bring that art to Vancouver's sex positive communities as Libido Events.

As soon as I get copies of the jpegs from Michele, I'll post one or two here so you can have a peek at what we did together.

Kara, under orders, did wear a skirt a last night and also followed my other request of her as well. She was walking ahead of me, going up on some stairs last night and I was pleased at myself at having the forethought to have her wear an (above the knee length) skirt for me at this event, so I would have some "live" eye candy and not just that on the screen.

This morning we were up at 5:45 so that Michele could head home to New York. My Daddy is driving her down to Sea Tac as I type this so she can make her 11am flight. Isn't my Daddy the best for driving Michele to the airport in Seattle? You bet he is, he's my hero. Eventually, when I put some clothes on, it will be time to unload my car of all the remains from last night event. And the post event clean up must be done when my child is in school or not otherwise home - as that is my parental line. Then to return everything that was borrowed to it's rightful owners, because it takes much to make an event like last nights go off so smoothly. Thank goodness I have both wonderful volunteers and good friends because I certainly couldn't do it all alone.

Sitting on my desk top here in my office, is a gift from Michele. A print of hers which is a photo of Midori in latex. It's a really dreamy sensuous print and it's signed by Michele so when Midori is here presenting for me again in August, I'll get her to put her signature on it as well. My plan is to hang it alongside my Gatewood, Steinberg, Nitke and other works that I've got hanging through out my home that I've collected over time. (other art I own is kept under lock and key & not hung yet because of my daughters age)

I'm exhausted already and the day hasn't even really begun yet. There is a pile of work in my in box, my daughter has a friend over after school and we're going swimming together and some where along the way I need to shop and pick up some groceries.

Today may well just be a nap day and what I could really use right now is good long body massage.

Jennifer

Michele Serchuk slide show

In a few short hours Michele will here presenting her only Vancouver show, an erotic slide show; Photo Tales From the Photo Diva for Libido Events. I spent last night readying for the event and today is just last minute running around and final parental responsibilities for me now before I head out the door.

Since Michele is staying here with me, my daughter will be away overnight at her dads tonight and he will be taking her to school in the morning. (her 4 day weekend is over, ha) Shortly I'll be leaving the house to pick up some cases of bottled water, do some photo copying and drop off my daughter. From there I'll grab some petty cash and head to the venue.

Cleaned house this morning and made the place ready for my guest. I personally thrive in order, structure and routine. We won't be getting in until at least 10:30 tonight and Michele has to be at Sea Tac airport at 7 in the morning so the count down has begun on the big old time cruch for this visit.


The 3 of us, Jim, child and I did actually head out to the Hyack Festival yesterday as the rain would stop for awhile and then start again. Thankfully the rain held off while we were at Queens Park attending the carnvial. $18 for a sheet of ride tickets (that only got her on 5 rides) and off to the Octopus we headed for the first ride. Later over my shoulder, my Daddy handed me a great big bag of all PINK cotton candy. A surprise and a sugary sweet surprise too, yummy! My favorite and count on my Daddy to remember. And we even made it to MetroTown to get my new cell phone cover put on. Damn if it isn't pink too and sparkly as well. It's been said that if it's shiny and bright I'm drawn to it!

Kara is at tonights event and as she was with her partner S all weekend, I've not had the chance to see or talk to her much at all. I emailed Kara a few days ago about my evil plans for her tonight - all she really knows is that she has been told to wear a skirt. The rest, as Kara is much used to, is now, just up to my whim and desires

Time for 5 minutes of girl time in front of a mirror before leaving for the day...

Jennifer

how it all changed

The past few days have just flown by as I've been so immersed in work. It had been my intention to go to both a swingers dance and an S/m party on Saturday night but it never happened for me. After two very long days of work it was time for a night in and this is where I stayed.

There had been no school on Friday as it was a Pro d day for my daughter and since I was working, she spent it with a friend, thus removing some of my mother guilt. By Saturday night my poor child was ready for a night in with her mother and that is exactly what she got. Well almost anyways.

Jim came up last night and the three of us went to Cactus Club for a late dinner and didn't return home till 9:45pm. At 10:30 after the child went to bed, we too promptly turned off all the house lights and went to sleep. There really wasn't even that much talking as we went to bed aside from my usual grumbles to my Daddy. "Can we cuddle like this? No, like this! Yes, I'm your girl, your my Daddy, I love you and you own me." wiggle in to the best, warm, hairy spot on my Daddy's shoulder and off I went to sleep, happily!

Next, I awoke to the sound of loud snoring in my ear. Actually, I should rephrase that and say, I was woken up by the sound of very loud snoring filling the room and the time was 4:12 am and I could not believe it. It's hard to believe that my Daddy, can make noises like that. Finally at 5:21 I asked to get out of bed and that is when I started my day today on the computer, leaving him behind to snore.

Last night was supposed to have Jim and I visiting with another couple from Seattle that we know who were up for the night and we were going to meet up at Rascals. It was also to be a night that I was going to be able to be not only suspended in rope bondage but also flung around some and otherwise roughed up. Normally I'd feel left out to have missed the opportunity to have some needs met sexually, physically, emotionally but you know what? I was so tired that it just didn't matter any more. And I've been around long enough to know and believe that there will always be another party and another event in this city, or yup, even another play opportunity.

It's already just before noon and everyone is up in the house now. We had planned on hitting an out door carnival today, but with all the buckets of rain falling from the sky this is just not going to happen. I'm thinking that today would be a good day to go to Metrotown to have my new cell phone cover put on my phone seeing as the store has to do it and not the consumer. Might as well let them fight with it to get it on correctly. For Mothers Day I got a new hot pink cover for my Fido which hopefully will prevent me from misplacing it so often.

My daughter is not so happy at this moment, the fair, cotton candy and some rides is really what she had her heart set on today and there is nothing playing at the local theaters that she would enjoy either. I've got a mail out to do about tomorrow Michele Serchuk Erotic slide show - Photo Tales With the Photo Diva at Libido Events, and also a home that always needs something tended to, a meal cooked, laundry done or the phone answered.

Allena and I are finally getting to spend some girl time together next weekend when I'm down with her in Seattle and this is something that I'm looking forward to a lot. I guess I should start plotting soon how I am going to make next weekend happen. I'm teaching twice in Seattle, once at The Wet Spot on Genital Play and once at the Queer Femme Conference on Feminity and Bi Sexuality. Also have plans on attending a play party, doing a photo shoot and spending time with my Bella. We never seem to get enough of one another what with the drive between us, our work commitments and my need to remain close to home often as Mom.

Time to motivate everyone to get a move on, I'm often the one around here to give people a kick in the pants to get them started....

Jennifer