Sacred Sex Magic

My dear friend Julie sent this to me and asked that I pass it along to anyone interested.....



Ecstasy. Boundaries. Attraction. Sensuality. Desire.


Our sacred sexuality is a birthright beyond the ability to procreate, as a source of incredible joy and sometimes frustration. We welcome all the pieces of our sexual selves in the gorgeous paradox of being broken and whole. Together we will awaken or refresh a deep relationship with our unique sexual life force. We seek to know our own sex energy intimately in order to bring it fully into the world, through relationships and magic.

Working with sexual energy can challenge us on many levels and willingness to participate fully is important -- however, please know that you will not be asked to sexually interact with another. Please be pagan friendly and comfortable with creating sacred space and working with guided meditation or trance. We welcome adults of all genders and orientations.

This work will presented in a series of three weekend workshops.

Dates: January 23rd & 24th, March 13th & 14th, May 15th & 16th
Time: 10:00 AM - 4:00 PM all days

Cost: $375-450 sliding scale. Or $300 if paid in full by December 23rd.

Where: Seattle area

Contact: Hekate at hekate.rockthorn@gmail.com for information and registration, and if you're interested in scholarships or work trade

Presenters:

Ravyn Stanfield is an acupuncturist, writer, lover, artist and activist dedicated to bringing more magic and erotic revolution into the world through the cracks in Western civilization. She teaches workshops internationally and in the Oregon prison system. She has been involved with Reclaiming since 1996.

Dawn Isidora is hypnotherapist, spiritual counselor and writer. Her work is guided by the wisdom of the Elements and focuses on the workings of relationships, whether they be with oneself, others, or the Gods. Dawn has been teaching magic and earth spirituality, in Oregon and abroad for over fifteen years. She first became involved with Reclaiming while living in San Francisco in 1983.

Animal Play

You have to understand, my in box sees a lot of email and some of it is is obviously unusual given that people write me about most things sexual.

From time to time, I am met with a letter that strikes me as odd. Not usually by its subject matter, rather in the why it was sent to me. I have heard, seen and done a lot, so it takes something out of the ordinary to really make me take notice. I have many answers, and opinions but some things are just out of my league or area of specialty while others just remain a mystery.

Let me present Exhibit A from today's emails addressed to me:

dear jennifer

i am a slave girl into BDSM with my master for almost 1.5 yrs. my master wants me to play the real life role of a human cow girl without having a baby but yet producing milk. I have got no detailed idea about what a cow slave actually need to be. can you plz help me and let me know your experiences or something from which i can learn. how long are the suction cups to be used. i have 34B cups. are they enough to be a cow girl? or suction cups can increase them? plz let me know some basic and informative details so that i can start...

sasha

I'll be honest, not only am I confused after reading this, but I am also not going to bother responding as it is just really fucking odd. I presume that since I am pregnant and lactating that this person thinks I can "help her out". NOT!


*Sighs*

Some days my job is just bloody weird and I regret having to open my mail program at all.

Shopping Goodness

Locked away in a hotel room South of the border, just me and my man. And oodles of bags of shopping goodness.

We spent the entire day using credit cards and hard cash to buy all the things that made us happy.

Then we showered, put on evening wear and went out for a beautiful dinner with over one hundred kinky friends and pals.

Tomorrow brings a new adventure that requires me to be rested and happy. Which means, it's bed time now for us.

Couples Bath House Party Vancouver

SULTRY is the most incredible night that Libido Lounge hosts out of house. It is a private rental of a bath house in down town Vancouver and an event we've been hosting monthly for well over a year and a quarter. The age range of attendees is generally late twenties to early fifties: though of course we do see couples younger and older attending. You need not bring anything as we take care of it all, there is no dress code, other than naked.

You DO NOT need to be a Libido Lounge member to attend SULTRY, any couple who wishes may attend. But you'll need to get your payment in immediately as we accept no money at the door. Advance tickets only.

SULTRY is for couples only or for people out together on a date: same sex couples are more than welcome to come join in the festivities. The night is about having a hot steam, enjoying soapy showers, meeting new naked friends, and sex. There is plenty to watch, lots of nooks and crannies to play in, massage tables and cots to play on and group games to help you get to know other couples easily. Some people come out to meet others to swap for sex, some join us to have sex in front of others, and still others come out to be a part of such a playful environment.

There is no requirement to play with others, or to join in on anything. The chill out room has cool fans, a large screen plasma TV with porn playing, a cooler filled with bottled water & pop, a table covered in munchies and leather chairs for you to hang out in conversation away from the heat and wetness of the actual party when you are ready for a break. There are enough lockers on site for every person, so you can stow your belongings safely.

And this night is fast approaching, a week today, Saturday October 24th. (it's also four days before my 37th birthday)

Below is information on sending in your payment, do it now to ensure your space at this SULTRY party.




SULTRY - couples only bath house event
SATURDAY OCTOBER 24th, 7:30 - 11:30 PM



Tickets are $80 for General Public couples and non refundable.
Tickets are $65 for Lounge Member couples and non refundable.
Tickets are $10 for Lounge Life Time Member couples and non refundable.
(PAYMENT DUE IN ADVANCE, NO TICKETS AT DOOR)

SULTRY Steam, Sauna, Sex - Couples Only

We make a private rental of an Original Style Bath House in Vancouver.

~~~~~ SULTRY ~~~~~

An evening for the playfully adventurous: Just you, your partner...and twenty-four other couples, locked in for an evening of debauchery. With saunas, showers, play rooms, and massage tables, the stage is set for sensual, sexual, and fun games. Get lathered up with a large number of others in the shower (the lathering is mutual, of course); have a water fight; pair up (or triple up) for intimate play -- or watch other people while they do. Relax in the sauna between activities while Jennifer runs her version of Show & Tell (not quite the game you remember), have a snack or a cold drink, then dive back into the steam for more.

Tickets are first come, first served and are purchased by sending a check made out to "LL":

Libido Lounge
PO Box 28578
4050 Hastings Street
Burnaby, BC V5C 6J4
Canada

OR

Send an Electronic Money Transfer = EMT, from your banks home page, to my email address jennifer@libidoevents.com

**Once payment is received, the address and other relevant party info will be sent to you. Be sure to include your email address when sending a check, and the answer to the security question when sending an EMT.

* All inclusive: Entrance to the event, finger foods, non-alcoholic beverages, lounge room entertainment, play stations, safer-sex supplies...

* ...Social lounge with TV and refreshments, play rooms (with recovery beds and massage tables), two large shower rooms, two large steam rooms

* You and your partner must arrive and leave together.

* Our own masseuse for couples massages (there is an additional charge of $20 for 15 minutes). Sign up when you arrive!

We're Getting Close

Today marks thirty two whopping emotionally and physically taxing weeks that I have been pregnant with our soon to be born son.

I celebrated this day, by going for yet another of my weekly massage therapy appointments and being kneaded and worked over by my wonderful RM Therapist. It felt like a luxury, yet it was sorrily needed as my body is rebelling at this point of my pregnancy.

It's almost feeling like time for me to pack my hospital bag, to have it ready and waiting next to the front door for when the time comes. The nursery is about complete now, it still needs some items, yet it is essentially ready for us to bring the little man home to.

The crib is set up, clothes are all washed and set out, the change table is stocked, the baby bath has all its accessories, the car seat and stroller combo are put together and we have figured them out and of course, we have diapers.

We still need a crib set of linens, wall decorations, a rug (the bedroom is laminate flooring), a lamp, a monitor, a diaper disposal system, a dresser and a rocking chair just to name a few things off the top of my head. Yet I figure this will all sort itself out in the coming weeks.

Jason is designing and sewing wall decorations as the room is jungle themed. They will all be three dimensional, it's going to be really amazing when complete.

And here is a photo of the proud father to be, assembling the crib.

Pregnancy Photo 31 weeks 5 days

Jason and I packed our gear and a few props into bags just before noon and headed off to The Lounge. We were met there by a friend who is also a photographer with the intention of having some pregnancy photos shot of us along with our baby bump.

Though the lot of pictures won't be back for a short while with all the touch ups required and such, a sample few were sent to us to admire. The above image is Guy's handiwork.

Then after the photo shoot, Jason and I headed off to get pedicures together. Massaging chairs, hot water and well manicured feet - we were luxuriously pampered for just over an hour and loved every minute of it. This little self care ritual that we have together is a rather amazing bonding experience.

Anal Fisting

Note the black Nitrile gloves and the crop needed to whip that bird into submission.


I stuffed our bird, and I won. The results were magnificent. A stuffing of Whiskey, dried fruits, fresh herbs and spices and ta-da, fantastic end product.

Body Image

You think you know me? You figure you surely have a fairly good idea of who I am and what makes me tick. Well good for you. Because you know what? The last thirty one weeks of pregnancy have changed me and I no longer feel as though I know myself.

Don't get me wrong the fundamentals are still the same, the building blocks behind my personality, drive, education, family dynamics and heart. The change that has occurred surrounds how I see myself.

It's the weight gain and how I move that has altered my sense of self. There was a period of time in my life, about a decade ago where with all honesty I tipped the scales at two hundred pounds. My world was vastly different and I was struggling with more than a few issues, but those days and pounds were let go of a long time ago now.

It's been hard emotionally for me to watch my body change shape with this pregnancy. The first thing that shifted for me was my breasts. The fullness that came into my breasts was seen as a blessing, as larger breasts for this A cup woman was most welcome indeed. Over the last few months though they have continued to grow and now are at a whopping double D cup. They weigh a lot and as such are now hurting my back, but this post isn't about that. The extra cleavage is nice though and I do like a lot how I am now able to fill in a top, they are sexy.

My face is normally rather slender, with a strong jaw line and nose. The weight of pregnancy has made my cheeks full(er) and my chin more pronounced. I feel puffy in the face and this makes me self conscious.

My size nine feet, are currently a size ten to ten and a half, depending on the day. They have swelled from edema and my toes that were once long and thin now appear like sausages. Normally I get a pedicure now and again, though with this pregnancy, I am getting one every three weeks, just so that I can look down and see something pretty peeking out at me. It's a small luxury.

I like being able to see my vulva, this means that I can shave it with care and tend to it in such a way that makes me want to allow other people to spend time visiting me there. It's been months since I lost sight of my girl bits, I can no longer see my vulva, no matter the angle. I hate the shave job I've been giving myself and it makes me feel not well put together to find a surprise tuft of hair after my shower or bath when I have a hand mirror. Smooth makes me feel sexy.

My thighs are also out of sight, but certainly not out of mind. I miss being able to look down and see my naked whole self. I know my thighs have gained weight as the first part of my pre-pregnancy pants to no longer fit was the thigh region. All that is visible to me when I stand up-right and look down, are sadly my sausage like toes.


One would think I had some issue with my arms or hands, but no, they have not been subjected to any growth and as such remain unchanged. Thankfully.

My belly is big, and round. Perfectly normally for being as pregnant as I am, and I find it wondrous. Not beautiful, just ... as it should be. I am carrying low and this means that the little man is laying hard on my bladder regularly. Three out of the five pair of pants I bought exclusively for my pregnancy no longer fit. They are way to tight.

Stretch marks. Not a single one. This has to be the single biggest item that gives me the most amount of satisfaction. I have no red angry marks on me and not a purple line anywhere. I pray this will stay as is, as it appears that this problem is one not to be mine. I consider this a large miracle.

I have gained exactly what I should have thus far weight wise, and my doctor hasn't said a word about any of this, so I know I am within the range of normal, yet I feel clunky and awkward.

My buttocks, yeah that's right, my derriere has grown. It is more plump and full, it's growth happening right alongside with my breasts. With a larger butt, comes of course, a wider spread to my hips. I have always had child bearing hips, making me rather curvaceous. At least the bottom side and hip growth appears in a mirror to make my weight gain look proportionate. This I *think* is good news.

My self esteem is questionable these days when it comes to my appearance. I rationally know I am an attractive woman and the people who surround me keep telling me how gorgeous, radiant and glowing I am. The issue perhaps is that I am concerned about what it is going to take for me to get back to my pre-pregnancy shape and weight. It was so easy to get this large, it's part of having a baby, but resuming my life as a height weight proportionate woman is important to how I see myself and I am already longing for the chance to see my self again without all the weight.

There is still another eight weeks or so left for the little guy to continue to ready to enter the world. And as he grows, I will continue to grow to.

The end of this month, weeks before the baby is born, I turn thirty seven. The last time I gave birth I was twenty one. Recovery after giving birth, and the losing of the weight are both significantly more challenging at my age, than for someone younger.

It took me a long time in this life to accept and feel good about my body. I had huge issues around body image for years and suffered great shame over who I was as a naked woman before a mirror, or before a partner. I only came into my own in the last five years or so, and became able to celebrate my shape and beauty.

I'm worried and perhaps more honestly scared that after the baby is born, I'll return to that dark place again, of not liking my own body or even recognizing it.

My life is so busy that spending excess amounts of time obsessing about my looks is not realistic, yet I do know how damaging it can be to not see oneself as the beautiful form that we are.

Singles Event in Vancouver

My morning was spent being lazy and sleeping in next to my man in our bed. He doesn't work Friday's so a chance to wake up with him is always cherished. We rolled out of bed around eleven and it was great. We remained in our robes for the entire day and with the teenager at school we had the house to ourselves. Sadly I am still too under the weather to be anything other than cuddly and whiny, but hey at least I can be this way at home and no one complains other than me. (I am so loved)

Around one o'clock I crawled back into bed and promptly fell back asleep for an hour and a half by myself. The nap was crucial to my healing process as my wisdom teeth are still bothering me a lot and contractions are taking their toll too. My back is killing me and the pain meds. are continuing to make me nauseous. So yeah, the nap was needed.

After I did some work on the computer I couldn't help but note that Jason was on the sofa in his robe, reading a baby name book. (still) He's been working on his favorite names list and was at about the letter N when I decided to join him. I threw the cushions onto the floor, pushed my man over some to make more room for me and my belly, then laid myself out alongside him. Then with a blanket pulled up over us, and his arms around me we looked over baby names together. Five minutes or so into our little bonding fest, with me snuggled against his chest, I fell asleep, yet again.

When I awoke I was startled by the time. Five thirty. Yikes. I ran around the house tidying, dressing and readying for my evening of work.

Let me start by saying that Speed Dating tonight at The Lounge was a blast. Everyone was well dressed and the event went off without incident. The games I chose made it possible for each person to learn about the rest of the group and be able to disclose anything about themselves they wanted to that felt relevant to be being known better. Trust me when I say that what certain people shared was eye-opening, funny, poignant and sexy as hell. Tomorrow when I awaken I'll spend the time to hook-up everyone who signed up to be notified of all their potential matches. I so love this part of my job.

Home now and ready to head to bed. I am a real sleepy head today and I figure I should grab the sleep while I can ... because soon enough a little man will be dictating my sleep hours and I'll have little control over that period of time.

Saturdays Dungeon Party Vancouver

Saturday night is Dungeon Players, our BDSM play party. Spanking and floggings, canings and bondage, suspension and role play, cross dressing and fetish dress up, strap ons and wrestling, hot activities for those who like their sex play just a little rougher. The party mood is playful, the attendees are exciting and the activities are titillating. Singles, couples, men and women, all are welcome and no experience is just fine. Rules are posted when you arrive and our In House massage girl will be on-site offering up sensual body massages for anyone interested. This night is where you bring your toy bag and plan on meeting others to engage in play that our dungeon equipment is designed for. Ride any of our sex machines, they will be set up and ready to go. Snacks and beverages are included in your ticket price - get yourself on the guest list now. Members may reserve to bring a non member guest this month.

SATURDAY OCTOBER 10, 9:00 - 1:00 AM
DUNGEON PLAYERS - BDSM party
presented by Jennifer & Jason
Members & their guests only
Reservations: jennifer@libidoevents.com
Cost: Cash $30 person / $60 couple / $35 non member guests
Open to All Genders, Couples and Singles

Dungeon Players is a party with darker tenor. Of course everything you expect to be available will be there -- the suspension rack, spankers, gyno table, red rocket, set of stocks, cage, sex machines, bondage table, and bondage chair -- plus the super padded cage and a massage table or two.

Spankings, Bondage, Floggings, Role Play, Canings, Needle Play, Strap Ons, Fisting, D/s, and a plethora of styles of play.

Wear your leathers, bring your slave or your top; come meet someone new or play with someone different -- either way you'll have an evening to remember.

Dress code: You MUST make an effort to dress up. No street clothes, no business suits, no blue jeans, no running shoes, no athletic wear, no camouflage pants, no flannel robes, no sunglasses, and no face masks. Bar/Dancing clothing is not acceptable.

This party is open to men and women, couples and singles. Any type of sex is of course permitted at this event.

Our massage girl will be on site providing her sensuous erotic massages at $20 for 15 minutes. Sign up when you arrive.

Human Incubator

::::Celebration dance::::

Thirty one weeks.

Today I am 31 weeks pregnant, and my time as a human incubator is coming to an end.

Now if we could just find a first name for the little man, we'd be doing good. He already has one middle name and a last name, but the first name is eluding us.

We've got a few more weeks left to find the perfect name for our son. Let's hope we can agree on something as Jason and I have differing tastes in names.

Woes of pregnancy

It's been just shy of a month since I last saw my obstetrician. Today was my next scheduled appointment and I was eager to see the man who will be delivery our son. I met Jason at the hospital in his office a little early so I spent some time with him and his coworkers before we headed across the street for our 3:20 booking.

Our OB is pretty damn cool, sought after, and experienced. It's safe to say he is revered. I liked him from the moment that we first met. Jason chose him for us, knowing what I wanted in a doctor and since the two work at the same hospital it was a no brainer for us that "the best" would be for us.

The last month has seen the end of Summer and the beginning of Fall and during this time our pregnancy has seen more hiccups than we would have liked.

I have not gained any weight since my last appointment. Nothing, nada, zip. I likely would have put on some more poundage with all the ice cream I have been consuming, yet due to the removal of my wisdom teeth x 2 last week, ice cream is all that I have been eating. So the scale stays at the same point. This is of course good news and not the best news. Trust me when I tell you the baby is not starving.

We thought I might have a vaginal hernia due to a variety of symptoms, yet we were assured I do not. What I do have though is vaginal edema. Oh joy! My vulva or more appropriately my perineum is swollen with fluid. The answer is to wear a jock strap or really tight mens underwear. It's a good thing I have a sense of humor hey?

My blood pressure is good and the rest of my overall health is going well enough.

The teeth issue though is a big one. I was diagnosed as having a very painful phenomena called "dry socket". It happens to only 5-10% of people who have their wisdom teeth removed and is so horrid that to acquire it means people have copious amounts of empathy for you. And doctors prescribe controlled substances, namely Percocet.

The nerve that lines the bottom of my jaw is alive and on fire, making me feel as though death is a viable option to this suffering. The clot that should be filling the extraction site did not form, or fell out in pieces between the stitches, leaving the nerve exposed and sensitive to air, saliva and debris. Beyond-not-good.

Dentistry and obstetrics do not go together, so my dental surgeon and OB have been coordinating my care and the dolling out of drugs. It's been a juggling act of keeping the baby safe and ensuring I need not suffer endlessly, especially given how severe the tooth and mouth pain is. And to make matters worse, the teeth were impacted, meaning that the stitches run into my cheek and not just in my gums.

Health matters a lot. Being not well means that I feel crappy, and feeling crappy changes my emotional state as well. It's hard to be happy when wrought with overwhelming pain.

Soon enough my mouth should be feeling better and shortly there after I will be giving birth. Then we will have plenty to be celebrating and also to be recovering from.

I need an electric heating pad, or rather, my back would love a heating pad to alleviate the mid back ache that is plaguing me. Do you have one that you are willing to part with? My pregnant back would be forever grateful.

Naughty Party Review

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She fingered my bum

She escorted me quietly into her space. I eagerly followed her, my mind was filled with anticipation. When she told me to disrobe, I did so efficiently and without hesitation, my modesty no where to be found.

There was a table in the middle of the room covered with a sheet and she beckoned me to lay upon it.

Face down I laid myself out while taking some calming deep breaths. She asked me if there was anything I needed before we started. No I replied, as I closed my eyes and waited.

There is a spark that happens the first time a woman lays her hands on me. Every inch of my body ached for her touch. I almost trembled with greed and I had to remind myself that she was in charge.

As she laid her hands on me my heart rate slowed down and I could feel myself starting to let go of the tensions that had brought me to her.

As she worked the knots from my back and shoulders I stayed quiet, no desire to speak. She spent a long time there, then a heating pad was placed over my upper back as she uncovered my ass to rub the tension away there next.

Suddenly she was fingering my bum. I could feel her lazily tracing her finger over the brand that has been a part of me forever. She broke the silence abruptly "so this is what it looks like when they laser out a tattoo".

It was not so much a question as it was an observation. She seemed so genuinely impressed to have figured this out, that I was alright with not correcting her mistake. I felt no need to scare her and tell her that it was and is a two strike, 1800 degree brand. That the brand was deliberate and not a mistake. Nor a scar from a tattoo removal.

As she transitioned back to massaging my body, she said one more thing to me. "The tattoo on your shoulder has left me thinking". The tattoo in question is of a set of handcuffs encasing two hearts with a single tail whip running through it all.

I did not inquire as to what it had her thinking about. I was fairly certain that if I had asked her what she was thinking I would have needed to talk more about myself than I wanted to.

When you pay a RMT (registered massage therapist) for their services, you have the right to quiet enjoyment of the time booked. A pregnancy massage for me was not about to turn into a Kink 101 class for my service provider.

Play Party Invite

This Saturday is Naughty, the only party we host that is open to anything and anyone. (well you do have to be members & you do have to follow the rules)

Naughty is so cool because it is the cross pollination of so many different types of people who play in so many different genres who for one night all gather to be alongside one another. Personally I love the atmosphere at this party more than any other one we host.

The Guest list is looking great and I am excited to see some faces that I've not seen in awhile. Plus this is the last Naughty Party that we will be hosting in our current venue. At months end, we move into our new facility and I am so eager to settle in to so much more space to create events and play in.


If you have not already made yourself a reservation, it is time for you to do so now.

SATURDAY OCTOBER 3rd, 9:00-1:30 AM
NAUGHTY -- A MEMBERS (and guests) ONLY PLAY PARTY
Cost $35 Member / $40 Non Member / $60 Couple
Reservations: jennifer@libidoevents.com
Open to women and women, couples & singles

At the Naughty parties, anything can happen -- it probably did, at the last one -- and anything goes. Whether your fancy is gentle caressing, oral pleasures, slap & tickle BDSM, sensation play, exhibitionism, voyeurism (no one is required to play), or simply bringing a partner (or two) and having sex in such a charged environment, Naughty is for you. With music turned up, we swing open the doors to our Membership body and let the good times flow. (members are welcome to reserve for & bring a non member guest)

Sex, Bondage, BDSM & Social Time

Our massage girl will be on site providing her sensuous erotic massages at $20 for 15 minutes. Sign up when you arrive.

Open to Women & Men, Couples and Singles. Bring your own toys and towel.

Equipment: Six queen size beds, suspension frame, gyno table, bondage table, a set of stocks, a cage, a kneeler spanker, the red rocket, seven massage tables, one massage chair, a stripper pole and a whole lot more.

++Our Sex Machine the Monkey Rocker and the Sybian will be set up with attachments on sale; they range in price from $35-$75 CASH and once you buy it, you just continue to bring it back to LL so that you can ride each and every visit on your own personal insertable. The ride is free; it is the attachment piece you must buy. We have a number in stock, both singles and double insertables.

The kitchen bitch will return and be keeping the snacks stocked all night long for you.

Dress Code: No street clothes, no business suits, no blue jeans, no running shoes, no athletic wear, no camouflage pants, no flannel robes, no sunglasses, and no face masks.

Girl on Girl Masturbation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wisdom Teeth Extracted @ 30 weeks pregnant

This day is filled with mixed emotions, and it's not even half over yet.

We are 30 weeks pregnant today, another joyful milestone that we've reached together. This has us so happy as a family, and means that we are now in the final stretch. Jason brought flowers home today for me, it is a day worth celebrating for sure.

This morning at ten, Jason drove me to my dreaded appointment with a dental surgeon. I had been given a sedative before leaving home and once in the detail chair I was given a local anesthetic. After about eight or nine needles were injected into my gums, pallet and cheeks I soon noticed that my mouth and lips were frozen solid.

It did not take long before the first impacted wisdom tooth was cut into pieces, then each section was removed from my lower jaw. Relief filled me and I sighed as they told me that one was out and only one more to go. I kept my eyes shut as they stitched shut the first hole.

The second tooth was three quarters out already and they locked some tool around it, clicked it into place and then yanked that sucker right out, in one smooth motion. I trembled with relief, then left my eyes closed as they stitched shut hole number two.

Now our whole family is home. I am in my robe on the sofa alternating between bouts of hysterical tears as the pain runs through my mouth and jaw and also trying desperately to pretend as though it is not as bad as it really is. The comfort of having people around me that are willing to do anything to make me feel better seems in theory like a good idea, but truth be told, I am a horrible patient right now.

My face and cheek are swollen like a chipmunks so luckily for me I don't have to go to work till Saturday.

Being pregnant has brought some serious challenges medically to me and at this moment, if possible, all I would like to do is to give birth and have it all come to an end.

Baby Registery (we're getting close now)

If you are one of the people in my life whose been asking me what the baby is in need of, this post should answer that question and satisfy your curiosity all at once.

A few weeks back Jason and I spent an afternoon at Babies R Us where we went and registered with their Gift Registry. They give you a scanner and you wander through the store bar code scanning all the items that you need. Jason had the scanner in hand and enjoyed shooting at items that appealed to us ... it was a rather fun process and bonding experience.

We have already bought a lovely deep brown new crib and change table, along with a matching car seat and deluxe stroller combo. This is all set up and ready to go. Plus the babies room is painted fresh and all scrubbed out.

Lounge members T & E gifted us with boxes upon boxes of baby boy clothes and an assortment of other really cool swag necessary to parenting an infant.

We have even more clothes that we've purchased and truth be told the little guy needs no further clothing. Everything is washed and folded and put away according to sizes.

So the items that we have requested on the gift registry are all items that we are in need of and do not currently have.

Our registry can be found here

We are listed under the name "Skrukwa"

Boundaries & the creation of

Without doubt, I am rather skilled at creating boundaries that keep my family life and my personal life drama free.

It is a challenge though for me to create and maintain professional boundaries due to working within such a highly charged environment of uniquely diverse people.

There always seem to be unusual circumstances, or more than meets the eye going on. This in turns means what I would not permit to be around me personally by way of issues, can at times be present at work.

The creation and maintaining of good boundaries is what keeps one safe, sane and enjoying life.

When do you draw the line and create absolutes?

How do you tell someone in a professional context that they are not welcome in your world? Do you explain why?

I want to be fair on the one hand, and I also want to be tolerant. Yet I refuse to feel taken advantage of, or as though someone is attempting to squash me. Business or not, it is my responsibility to ensure I continue enjoying my profession with out resentment towards people or situations. I certainly don't need any one persons business dollars enough to permit them to cross my boundaries.

So advice on the boundaries questions would sure be appreciated.

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A couple from yesterdays orientation wrote about the experience. Check it out.

Bringing You up To Speed

I know, I know, its been a few days since I've managed to type out a post here. Time has just escaped me, at least on a personal level. Let me fill you in.

Thursday night Jason left for a conference and that left the teenager and I home alone for a night in of girl time. Then Friday she left for a retreat weekend with sixty other teenagers a boat ride away.

Friday night I was on my own running the Sensual Massage night at The Lounge which nineteen lucky people attended. It was well executed and is already scheduled to happen next month as well. The touch, attention, massage and energy was all incredible, I came home from the event feeling really pleased with how things went went.

Saturday I woke early and ran about packing two separate bags. One load of stuff was for the afternoon class I was hired to teach to sixteen woman at a bridal shower in Yale Town. The class was a huge success for everyone present and I was even asked to teach at another shower of one of the other women next month as well. What an honor to be requested back to do what I do so well. They praised me endlessly, which of course left me feeling awesome.

The second bag I had packed in the morning was for the evening party I was hosting. Sultry, Libido Lounges couples only bath house soiree. From teaching a private class to hosting a party I transitioned effortlessly between events. Truth be told I had some help, and could not have done it so easily without my friends. The lovely Red and S. Plus the dynamic duo of K & L. These people really out did themselves with doing the bath house set up for me, being pregnant and without Jason meant that their help made it all possible for me.

Sultry was different this month ... our first one of the season. It ran not at full capacity and with people catching up with one another after the summer hiatus. Much happened but the most memorable for me personally was myself and another woman "doing" a good friend of ours. Three chicks playing together is always adventurous. Bondage, necking, nipple torture, pussy spanking and a footing too. Yes, I typed that correctly, a footing. Think fisting, now flip that idea around and think about a foot. The sex was wet, sweaty, loud and yeah, orgasmic. The victims clitoris may have been subjected to stretching and some flicking that made it swell to epic proportions. It was a merry good time.

I got home Sunday morning around 1AM, and was in bed by two. Awaking this morning around 10 so I could make the trek back to the Lounge for Hatha Nude Yoga, and then Member Orientation where another seven people became our newest inductees. A long time blog reader of mine became a member today along with his wife and they brought me a lovely freshly baked gift too. Getting to know them better in real time, and not on the internet is going to be interesting. They seem even more cool than I had imagined them to be.

Back home to our nest this evening around 6PM to the teenager back again from her antics while away and my man home early too. What a surprise. With an entire weekend of the house to myself and I had not a chance to enjoy a single moment of solitude. Though having everyone here in such a comforting feeling.

Tomorrow is a day of recovery, which is needed desperately, especially since my wisdom teeth are coming out this week. There is no rest for the wicked that's for certain.

Have you checked out our October calendar yet? Reservations are now being accepted for all events listed.