giving thanks

this is the first week day morning my daughter has had to sleep in on now that she is on Christmas holidays. When I enforced regular bedtime last night, she was none too pleased. Following yesterday afternoons very successful birthday bowling party, I knew she was exhausted, so at 9:30 I was tucking her in with a kiss, pulling the covers up tight and turning off her light.

It's almost 10 this morning and she is still soundly asleep and I'm feeling positive about sticking with regular bedtime over the holidays except where necessary to deviate from this due to other great amazing festive holiday plans. Saving this, just sleep. The child is in puberty and is in need of food, sleep, love and support.

Writing in only my robe, curled up on the sofa before a lit Christmas tree in the living room, I'm so grateful for all that I have: family that loves and grows with me, my health and youthfulness, lovers that support and nourish me, a home and a car, a community that supports my efforts as an educator and producer of events, a career and business that are my own and flourishing beyond imagination.

time to go wake the child. (if I want her to go to bed at regular time again tonight then she needs to get up now and keep pace with me for awhile today to tire her some) It'll be a fun day with more build up to her actual birthday and Christmas.

Aside from some private coaching work this week with a couple, I've actually got the whole week off from work outside of the house. It's here at home that I sit quietly adding another 5 workshops to the calendar for January 2006 alone. 2006 is treating me very very well already professionally.

Jennifer

my daddy, my father & age play

(if you're sensitive to the idea of adult role play (Daddy-little girl) then this post may be too heavy a topic for you and I suggest you read back another day)

my biological father is dead and this week is the anniversary of his death. It's only been two years, so it's fresh still & I'm finding that I'm having some issues surrounding this.

In me is a great amount of Top energy that I put out often however age play is an activity that I engage in heavily and it does provide balance for me.

Despite the name, "age play" it's not something I feel that I'm playing at; it's simply just another part of myself that I choose to express outloud. Two weeks ago I wrote a post in response to a womans [thoughtful yet objective] comments on a message board and here is what I wrote...

I myself have a history of sexual abuse as a young person that is
healed in some areas and still most raw in others.

Today, I am a 33 year old woman, all grown up now. I have a male
partner over the age of 40 who I call Daddy. Why? Because it makes
me feel good and it makes my partner feel good. We choose to have a
consensual relationship involving age/role play.

It's a relationship that is not always turned "on" to the outside
world but to each of us there is almost always something going on that
keeps us conencted as little girl and Daddy.

My Daddy is who I go to share with when I'm scared and not wanting my
partner Jim. I perfer the safety of who my Daddy is for certain
disclosures/ conversations and activities, than to my partner Jim.

My Daddy let's me be little for things that I struggle with and still
need guidance with, perhaps some things that others have already
learned/mastered in their lives but that I never did or never gained
the confidence for.

My Daddy is my support, that even when my partner Jim & I are not
having a good day, my Daddy will always make sure that I feel safe and
not alone in these times.

My Daddy teaches me things way better than Jim does. My Daddy and I
are close because it's with him that I can say no to anything where by
with Jim, because of our D/s life I have no "no" voice as that's what
we've negotiated in our relationship.

Daddy is who I call out for in sex most, because it's my Daddy who has
been the nicest, most trusting, engaging, endearing, empowering Daddy
ever to teach me all that he has. My Daddy today gives me power in
sex and that was not my experience as a child.

My Daddy today has healed some of those parts of me that my Dad, left
destroyed in my childhood.

I enjoy being little, I just don't have a Daddy either women, I
actually get little. Go small. Have a preference for my thumb and
non verbal communication. And it's all trust based between me as a 33
year old grown woman with my relationship partner, that I choose to
call Daddy instead of Jim.

Age play has healed many parts of my life and given me permission to
explore areas that I never thought I'd eroticize.

I love my Daddy and Jim is my Daddy. I'm a very lucky girl...

---

now perhaps once this anniversary of his death is over with, I'll quit feeling so haunted and get back on track. It's past my bed time now and off I go to sleep...

Jennifer

bring it on

Awoke and spent time being still & savored the quiet of a Saturday morning at home in bed. Up later than usual for me, then made my daughter & I breakfast together once I was able to wake her from her slumber.

Cleaned the house so it would be no effort for me when I returned from work, threw dinner in some marinade, then off I headed for a 7 hour shift of work.

My daughter was at home alone awaiting Jim; once he arrived, the two of them headed off to MetroTown to Christmas shop together for the afternoon without my presence.

I drove straight home from work at days end to find the two of them parking in front of the building and hauling in "the loot" from their shopping trip. What a long day we had all had. Jim was falling asleep on the sofa while dinner cooked.

Late dinner for us together, then the gingersnaps were being decorated to give away as gifts. At work today I'd picked up an assortment of candies and icing to decorate with.

Now with the dishes done, we're watching The Sound Of Music and waiting for bedtime. It's a family night in around here and an early one too.

My folks are here tomorrow from the island for my daughters 12th birthday party. What a celebration day it will be, both with seeing them and the party itself with nine, 12 year olds. A bowling party it is to be! Cake is already made and in the car along with everything else needed or even thought of! All that's left is getting the child there. Her birthday is not for a few more days but as of tomorrow and the party, the festivities begin in this house and will not stop until January 1.

with sleep, love & family, anything feels possible today

Jennifer

word change

Previously, the trunk in my bedroom was once a beautiful hand crafted hope chest made & given to me by the man I was to marry. (before my whole involvement in sex positive culture started) Great sentimental value to me. Now it is my kinky toy box, complete with lock and it houses and exhorberent amount of adult toys; and not a single piece of linen or dishes. (although there are knives inside ha)

When presented to me originally the hope chest had a plaque on it saying...

JENNIFER

"Built By My Hands With Love From My Heart"

Love

XXXXXX
Christmas 98

and I had a new one made finally, all these years later to replace the original plaque. This is the quote that now sits on top of my toy box....

You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which you think you can not do.


Our relationship ended when he realized as I did that kink and activism were part of my journey and not his or ours.

Not wanting to damage the finish on the trunk nor wanting to loose the touching words once blessed upon me by love, I adhered the new plaque directly over the original to preserve, some of the intent.

Jennifer

Tuesdays goings-on

Had a private consultation with a man this morning at 9:00 and found myself greatly enjoying the chance to share with him what sex positive culture is and how it [could] applies to him and his life. Private coaching is rewarding for me and always for those whom choose to see me. I'm seeing this man again and our path together is professional, my leading, he the student.

Then to the bank for an appointment for half an hour. Over to my daughters school to drop something forgotten off, before heading off to check the post box. Now I'm back home & have phoned work and used a sick day. I'm behind and not wanting to get any further in deep, feel like this is my only way out with a sick day.

Half an hour before my next appointment & here I am typing to my Blog; and then out to the valley to drop something off to a friend. Tonight is GingerBread house making, dinner and readying for tomorrow's school Christmas concert inbetween answering the inbox full of mail awaiting me in my account.

I don't get generic mail, I get the type of mail that people don't send to anyone else, the kind that they type just for my eyes and that requires something from me above and beyond a form letter or an accidental delete to not answer it. I'm your sex activist / your sex educator / your resource, which means that what you need, I'm here for both in person and in email.

Laundry to be done today sometime and I'm still only scratching the surface. That we don't live in our school catchment area means that I play chauffeur both ways, 5 days a week for my 11 old which is a whole other commitment to keep her at school on time and even at all from our lack of proximity.

In an email today, I was listing all the attributes that I don't find attractive in potential play partners. This is what I came up with..... I hate; waste, anything dishonest, disregard, tardiness, stupidity, unethical behavior, rudeness, disobedience, aggressiveness, name dropping, laziness, exaggeration, disorder, gossip, unpreparedness, societal & peer pressure.

blessings

Jennifer

hurtful words

Gilmore Avenue and Parker Street
4 way stop
CAR ACCIDENT

Jennifer at fault and yet I was the CALM one in the accident.
What a way to start my work day at 8:30AM!

++++++++++++++++++

My daughters Principal called this morning to tell me how she's fixed the issue my daughter and I brought to her office last week during our appointment. It seems my child has a teacher this year, that likes to call her entire 31 student class "idiots" and other times "stupid idiots" to their faces while they are sitting in their desks.

She talks through ALL announcements on the PA system and despite the fact school gets out at 3:00 her class is never out before 3:10.

My daughter is a REALLY good student & young person. Student Council. Peer Mediator. Community Social Planner, Path Finder and in band. A really good child, well behaved, well spoken, polite and sincere.

She shared with me what her teacher was doing in actions to her class as well as how she talks to them. Supporting her in finding some immediate changes and help for this situtation with her teacher took us to a visit with both the Principal and Vice Principal.

I could have gone to talk to the teacher myself alone but thought it better to allow my daughter the chance to express her concerns to those with the power to change it. I was also hugely proud of witnessing my daughter make effective change not just for her own well being but also for others.

The call this morning said that "my daughter is very brave and strong for coming forward." The teacher confessed so to speak and even had a number of excuses as to why words like stupid and idiot are being said to students - but alas her excuses fell on deaf ears.

No one was interested in hearing anything from her but how she plans on implementing change. I've told my daughter she never has to be anywhere where she is ill treated and not respected and I've reiterated this to the Principal.

I won't pull my child from the class over it, but I would go a step above to have the teacher moved from the class should she not be able to handle herself with young impressionable children. {in future}

I've spent a lifetime telling my daughter how intelligent, smart, shrewd, creative, and expressive she is and what wonderful attributes those things are. I'll be damned if one teacher in one year of her elementary school experience is going to ruin for her what we've built together and what she know's to be true.

It's her confidence and it's the most important thing that she'll carry out in to the world and into high school. No one, not even a teacher will be permitted to rip from my daughter her feeling of safety, confidence, intellegence or creativity.


Jennifer
my daughters mother

wish list

Wishing out loud, upon a bright star this holiday season, these are a few of the things that would please me to no end to receive. Some things that would make my teaching life & activism easier are....

1. sex & sexuality books, videos, DVD's - new/used, current
(no erotica or fiction)
2. CD's/music: to make love to / seduce by / relax with / scene to
3. portable collapsible spanking bench for my car trunk
4. straight jacket
5. violet wand with attachments
6. portable, collapsible white board in it's own case with a stand/easel
7. inflatable people - 2 men & a woman ; )
8. collapsible (folding) double beds x 3

What a unique list of wants & needs to have; there's nothing on this list that won't be put to good use and all in the name of "sex positive education."

Happy Holidays....Jennifer xoxoxoox

radio interview

Tomorrow Wednesday December 7 from 8:00 - 9:00pm I will be on CiTR radio 101.9 FM as their evening guest speaker interviewed on the topic of Polyamory.

Juice Box Radio: JuiceBox is a talk show dedicated to developing your relational and individual sexual health.

happy listening

Jennifer

a day in the life

A list of things that I accomplished today...

drove my daughter to school
picked up my daughter from swimming lessons
hired two out of country presenters
booked two new venues for events
gained a new play partner for when I'm in Seattle
cleaned out my Libido Events Jennifer account
cleaned out my Libido Events list account
made countless phone calls
flirted with the woman in the car next to me at the red light
took countless calls from business associates
cooked a nice sit down dinner
had a long hot bath & facial
visited with friends for 45 minutes
returned a favor
removed the final Christmas items from the storage area
masturbated to orgasm twice
worked on Christmas plans with my mom
washed dishes
made my bed
updated the Libido Events website
put air in my front tire
bought groceries at Safeway
went to the bank
checked my Post Box
stopped at the Recyclers
toured a local swimming pool with my daughter {for her b'day party}

and before I head to bed, I plan on going out on the porch and fixing all the burned out Christmas bulbs. Turning off all the house lights save for the nightlights we leave on in this house, I will climb into my bed and curl up laying on my side; falling asleep with my hand resting comfortably, warmly over my mons.

Another day in the life of ME.

Jennifer

now she's asleep, tucked soundly into my bed with a small mountain of sheets and blankets keeping her warm until I crawl in next to her with my body heat. When she's laying still I find great peace in being alongside her whispering about life's mysteries in her ear while she sleeps. In less than 3 weeks, my daughter will be 12 years old. Oh, how we've grown up together really.

I was reminded today by someone that as a child I faced some traumas. I'd like to think that with all the labels I allow myself to have put on me, that victim has never been one of them. I've overcome many obstacles to be a survivor and a conqueror; to achieve the success today that I have.


Jennifer

afternoon movie

this afternoon, my daughter and I braved the snowy weather conditions and drove to the local theater. There we sat and watched "Yours, Mine & Ours" a short movie, 80 odd minutes about a man with 8 children who marries a woman with 10 children and how they transition into a family. [turbulently] We had a good time seeing the movie and eating the large bag of Sour Patch kids that we picked up from the concession. Since I've worked much as of late, it was good for my daughter to have some special time with me and it was good for me to be present with her.

Grandma sent money in an envelope the other day, $30 and said to put it towards photo's but since we'd already paid for and ordered holiday photo's we thought Grandma would enjoy knowing we did a family activity together with the money.

The Christmas tree is up and we hope tonight while watching Extreme Edition Home MakeOver to have it completed so this week we can get to the baking and the gingerbread house making. We have wonderful holiday traditions in this house and it pleases me to know my daughter looks forward to these times.

Friday I promised my daughter she could sleep with me tonight, and she's been reminding me about it all day today happily. :) We love our cuddling time and she's most definitely the product of a home where a family bed exists and where love flows freely.

Today I feel the need to be held by an adult. To be rocked for awhile with no noise around me, just silence and an awareness of my own breath and heartbeat. Someone else to steer me and point me in the right direction once I can find up again.

33 years old and still searching for answers to big life questions. When does it get any easier?


Jennifer

motherhood & babies

putting my daughter to bed this evening, I decided to curl up in her bed alongside her for half an hour of cuddling. Talking, laughing and being close was the plan and success was had! By the end of our 30 minutes she had the sweet look of sleepy love on her warm cheeks and as the light went out in the room - our love was heavy in the air and I knew our hearts had connected together.

I'm working long hours these past few weeks, but only because I'm taking time off at Christmas both for her birthday and for the big day of Christmas itself. (these are two days apart in our house)

Doug was my hero today and stopped off to pick up my daughter after school to take her home for me while I was at work. It's wonderful to have people to ask things off and to trust enough to do so.

Some times the feeling hits me, the want of another baby to grow in my womb, to nurse at my breast; the feel of a finger wrapped up in my hair and the first sound of "mama" coming to me from this small creature, the result of love and my womanhood. A baby would be so many things wonderful but the reality of my activism today says I've not the time to give myself to a baby the way I once did in years past.

As my activism has grown and changed over the years, so has my motherhood. Oddly enough, these two important items are interconnected. My activism has grown age appropriately to my daughters age/my motherhood and to my ability to be able to explain who I was and what I was doing at any time to her.

Allena would make a good mom, and we've even talked about babies before. But is it going to happen any time soon, that I'll be pregnant and Allena and I co parenting our baby with Jim?

Jennifer
the mother & the activist

snow, work & life

sitting at the kitchen table with the laptop and a pile of paperwork, the cordless phone sits next to me on the right, the left is the cell. TV turned off, no radio on, not a sound in the house but the noise of my tap tap tap on the key board and the subtle sound of snow warming to water, rolling off the patio.

This is a snow day of work. My plan: to stay inside, working till I need to pick my daughter up from school at 4:30 this afternoon. No unnecessary driving and no leaving the house. Perhaps some laundry this afternoon, but that's only downstairs.

This Friday's Naughty party date has been bumped forward to January and the new date/s and venue address are already up and posted.

On the weekend Jim & I went to see Elwood (body bodification artist, piercer & brander) in Richmond, and I got the prettiest barbells AND shields as new nipple jewelry. Two sets, how pretty my nipples will now be under my clothes for the surprise and delight of whomever is to find them.

And here's odd...the other day in the "list" email account for Libido Events was an email with the subject line as JOIN and the sender was my mother. Yup, you guessed right, I about fell off my chair as I stared at the email a few moments before actually opening it, where by I determined it was just sent from another woman who happens to share the exact same name with my mom but not the same email address. thankfully

Sadly my date for this evening has been postponed due to scheduling issues. B sent this as his parting line in his email after telling me of our date change...

Perhaps I need my own version of a Kara to help with my organizing as well - I hear sometimes they come in a box, so to speak.

I like to put kara inside of boxes. Boxes for sale at Ikea, trunks on stage, boxes in bedrooms and generally things with lids that are dark inside. She is so adorable when folded up small & compact. kara helps me stay on top off things in the world and B would love nothing more than an adorable, sexy woman willing to be put in a box and still keep his schedule straight just as she handles mine so well. :)

When speaking to Doug an hour ago he like B says "there is only one Kara and there's no one else like her. What kara does for you she wouldn't do for another."
Have you met her, do you know my kara? She is a beautiful, vibrant, passionate, loving & gentle woman.

And Doug, have you heard the news "your mine too now!" ha ha ha Get over it and get used to it, I'm enjoying having you around.

back to work now

Jennifer
bisexual, polyamorous, switch

girl love

Into the wee hours of this morning, both kara and I rolled around in my bed as one mass of girl love. It had been a perfect night out for us; heading downtown we found parking right away, arm in arm and dressed like chicks on a date, we walked for a couple of hours talking and shopping together while drinking hot chocolates.

Finally around 11 making it over to PumpJacks, Vancouver's (gay mens) Leather bar to have a drink together. And who would the bartender be but someone I once knew. We spent about an hour catching up together amidst his working, and then it was time for me to take my girl out of that testosterone filled environment and head home.

Drove back to my place in good speed, walked in the front door and in under two minutes kara was naked laying across my bed, facing a mirror, and being told to choose two of the four canes that were about to start caning her backside.

We started with caning, ended up necking and lost for hours in my queen size bed and sheets until there was begging for relief: both from pleasure and from intensity. As karas Top, I enjoy doing things to her. As kara's Top, I like keeping her safe and letting you know we had a spectacular time but that anything more than that is no ones business.

now with few hours sleep in me, yet sated well, I'm heading off to work happily.

Jennifer

U.S. Magazine

To mark it's 35th anniversary, the U.S Magazine Foreign Policy recently asked a group of leading thinkers to identify which ideas, values, and institutions will disappear in the next 35 years. This week and next the National Post will print eight of the most intriguing responses. In Monday's (Nov 21 2005) first installment, Jacques Attali predicts...

the demise of monogamous relationships.

Shocking, just shocking news!

I read the above in the National Post and was happy to see someone willing to write about the shift from monogamy for some people and was curious to see what else the article & author went on to say about these people and where they went. (did it say we all went to Hell, or that we were deviants?)

Attali goes on to say that "Just as most societies now accept successive love relationships, soon we will acknowledge the legality and acceptability of simultaneous love. For men and women, it will be possible to have partnerships with various people, who will, in turn, have various partners themselves. At long last, we will recognize that it is human to love different people at the same time."

Truthfully Attali should come spend a week or two in my house to gain even more of an appreciation for how respect, love, trust and multi partnered ethical, polyamorous relationships can look from the inside.

It would seem Attali, by titling the article

Going, Going, Gone...
I Love you - and you and you and you....

would be referring to

Jennifer loves Jim and Allena and kara and Doug and hell for good measure throw in F, S, B & L as people loved

Makes me wonder what next weeks National Post will list as the idea, value, or institution to disappear in the next 35 years? Watch for Mondays paper.

Definition:

The word "polyamory" is based on the Greek and Latin for "many loves." A polyamorous relationship is a romantic relationship that involves more than two people.

Jennifer
Poly & Proud

blessed people

Alone time when I'm not asleep or working, I'm very very short on this. This means however that I've got many blessed people around me filling my waking moments.

B emailed me last week asking me out on a date again and I've simply been to busy to get back to him. Then today when checking messages, I listened to one he had left me yesterday, asking me out again. B's in need of some sex education under my watchful eye and would like to book a private appointment if that's what it takes to see me. Almost fell off my chair laughing while feeling truly sought after. Emailed him back right away and suggested next Tuesday as a date night as it's my first night free. Seeing as we are both single parents there are schedules to juggle but getting together again is a priority!

Being facetious upon my suggesting Tuesday night he emails this back to me

As long as Jennifer sometimes gets what she wants, and always wants more - I think it still holds up as a good theory!

Next Tuesday sounds good, quick now go check all of your background planners, teaching agendas and social calendars (then call Kara and ask her if you've forgotten anything) before you commit.)

It feels good to me to be known so well. : ) : )

Tonight belongs to my daughter and so does Thursday night as it's our girls night in together: facials, foot soaks & manicures while watching Survivor. Friday after work I've got a date booked with kara: a special date night out. Saturday after my working all day Jim is coming up for the evening and we've got BIG plans and he's staying over till Sunday.

Doug was by yesterday morning on his way out of town. Stopped by for an hour to drop something off to me, get felt up & kissed some and say good bye before heading off. Before he could leave though, I asked him to do a little favor for me. After I convinced him to agree to the favor before knowing what it was, I explained all. (I enjoy playing with trust) Since my daughter had left her science project at home and it was due, I needed him to drive it over to her school and take it to her in class.

Now bear in mind, this man has no children of his own and this I'm his first relationship in "poly" dating other than he and his partner. And here I ask him as his Top to go to my child's school to drop off her homework. Now it's not like he hadn't been to her school before, I took him on parent teacher interview day and made him wait in the hallway while I had my meeting.

About 20 minutes after he'd left my home to deliver the missing project I phoned him on his cell. "Have you dropped it off yet? "Yes" chuckle, chuckle. "What's so funny" I say? Doug draws a breath and says " I wasn't so sure walking into a grade 7 class that I'd be able to pick your daughter out of the other 30 in the room!" ah ha I hadn't thought of that I think to myself as Doug says "but I found her right away and handed it off." "Thanks for the help" I say.

It's taken community to raise me into the activist that I am and it's taken a private smaller community of people to help me raise my child while creating sex positive culture. To all of you who are close enough to share my daughter with me and to know her, you know how special you must be to me, in order to know her. It's all your support with raising her that makes my activism easier and our lives together that much richer. With gratitude xoxoxoxo

Jennifer

Tie Me To The Bed Posts Please

Last night I braved the fog, driving out along Lougheed Hwy to teach a private class. Tie Me To The Bed Posts Please - bedroom bondage basics for women only and I taught this to the BGV group. The BiSexual Women's Group of Vancouver. How fun to spend an evening teaching a group of women the safety considerations for bedroom bondage then to show them how to create interesting and titillating scenes with the bondage they were learning about.

Topless women doing mummification on one another, then trailing ice cubes over the exposed sensitive bits, playing with poky items and their breath to layer sensations on their bound partner for the exercises in my class. Mummified in Saran wrap, bound with tensors bandages, wrist & ankle restraints, hoods, gags, string, handcuffs, tape and oh so much more.

Every woman got to immoblize another woman and also to be bound herself. And once bound, everyone allowed their volunteer partners access to their bodies and minds for a little bit of a bondage journey.

My job is so awesome, sitting on the floor, helping the group of women master some skills and generally just feel more confident with my presence and reassurance leading them on to more.

The visuals were amazing as most of the women ended up taking off their shirts or bras on the living room floor; relaxed moans & noises that started filling the air told me that the class was more than good visuals, it was also excellent times where the women were having an empowered time coming into their own with this new skill of bondage. Pleasure filled the room and I could hear a couple of women holding their breath as feelings of bliss were washing over them in the safety of the bondage as part of this womens only interactive class.

thanks BGV, I'm looking forward to our next class together. And to S, for hosting this event in your home and being so welcoming to everyone, I'm grateful and appreciative. You are so awesome, thank your hubby for me.

blessings

Jennifer

missing person

Ok, I admit, I'm fixated on finding this man. The massage god from my Saturday night on the town. If you are out there somewhere or someone knows who he is then please contact me.

Unsure exactly what you did to my neck, back and shoulders but you most certainly have left me wanting more of you. Wanting your hands and expertise to work me over again.

Somewhere more private than a public play party, I'd like to spend time with you. Naked or very very close.

That sexy massage technique you did to me near the end, the small waves working up my body with your slick oiled hands, melted me and keep making my attention fall back to those sensations that you graced my body with. I'm in want and I want what you offer.

Thank you, thank you again and Thank You Again. Sensual for sure, hot all the way and now here I am, Jennifer, looking for you and wanting more.

Still today, I'm feeling so great and it's all to do with the ease in which my uppper body is moving and with thanks & gratitude to you.

Let me show you grateful and thankful....

Jennifer

massage & a fuck

Went to Rascals this evening and did I ever walk into a hell of a good time. (ok, I made a lot of fun for myself) As soon as I arrived I saw a man that I'd met briefly at Sin City last weekend. In under 5 minutes of talking with him and learning of his profession (massage), he had me out of my clothes and was oiling my body down for a massage like none other I've ever had. A repeat performance is a must, but when I went to look for him again part way through the night to talk, he had left. And now I want to find this man and don't know where to look. This massage god. Oh, he was so good to me, fixing some problem areas, working out some knots and making me feel very loose and relaxed. Must find cute man in shiny shorts, with a bald head that gives amazing massages.

And for those of you who know me well, you know how I feel about bald heads and what I have a passion for in this way!

Then I was invited into a scene with a blindfolded woman and I was able to hurt her some and also to fuck her with my thigh-on. Oh yes and I wore my black mustache and my black cock. It was a great scene and when my part was done I just got to walk away and leave her behind to be cared for by her partner....

while I went off to socialize with at least 2 dozen other people before running into my friend Jerry. Jerry is very good to me, and aside from making my smashing pink and white new business cards for me, Jerry gave me a new bamboo cane that he'd made. Surely some time this week I'll be able to lay it across someone's backside. What a night I was having and then to sit around at the end of the night, chatting with a number of people again made me feel connected to what I teach and who I am.

Now it's almost 1:00 in the morning and I have to awaken early to make breakfast so my daughter and I can head off to the Santa Claus parade together. In the last 4 days we've had front row on the ice seats at Disney On Ice's Finding Nemo, saw Harry Potter opening night and tomorrow the Santa Claus parade. It's been crazy around here at home but then we do keep a busy schedule. C'est la vie!

BTW - thanks to H & I for riding me tonight about projects we need to be working on together

I need a cold drink then some sleep...

Jennifer

breakfast, work & thanks

my daughter is asleep still in her room, she loves the chance to sleep in. I'm sitting at the kitchen table, topless in pj bottoms, working on my laptop with the phones turned off, so nothing wakes my child but me on this Saturday morning. (have to remember to turn them back on before leaving for work later)

Bacon, eggs, hashbrowns and a smoothie - her favorite meal for breakfast and what I'm cooking before I head off to work for the day. I'll get my child up after my morning shower & orgasm when breakfast is ready and on the table. This way we can eat together before I'm off working as a single parent.

The plans that I have for this evening would floor you! Yup, my plans are that hot and after working all day, I will be deserving of a night on the town. Someone who I never have met, yet who knows of me, has sent me a private invitation to attend something so personal & private that I can't even write about it. Top Secret plans and someone will be getting hurt AND getting off. Oh, how I like to be apart of the good stuff, and my life is about the good stuff!

Felicity, this is a huge thank you to you for all that you do for Libido Events and more importantly for me personally. Your support of friendship, time and love are always so abundant. When you're around me I can always tell, because you put first my projects and needs, so accomplishing things becomes easier for me and we seem able to move mountains. You mean much to me as does your partner. Thanks for being a pillar of friendship.

Off to the shower now for some steaming hot water and some orange body sugar scrub to buff my body into suppleness.

enjoying the good life

Jennifer