Revised List

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

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

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

Cuddle Party Vancouver

Last night was our first ever cuddle party, and it was hugely successful. Everyone had a great time and it was decided without a shadow of a doubt that we must do it again. Thus was born, our most recent new monthly event. How exciting!

Tonight is Sultry, our couples only bath house event. And Saturday is a Member Orientation class, then later on I am teaching a three hour class at a private women's only party, before returning to The Lounge for Dungeon Players. I am going to be exhausted by the end of Saturday.

Sunday is my infamous Interactive Couples Only Cock Sucking & Pussy Licking class, then it is all over. I can come home and have a serious nap, and turn my computer's auto respond on.

We leave for Cuba at the crack of dawn on Monday morning.

I am so excited right now - soon no more work and another country to go trek through and lounge in.

Proudly Not The Norm

Finding my groove has been a life long challenge.

I have never really felt like I fit in to societal norms.

It has been a constant quest for me to feel as though I was home and at peace in the world.

When I found sex culture over a decade ago, a sense of calm washed over my existence.

I was able to be true to myself and my desires finally. Peace and a purpose were now on my side.

It has been an revolution of change these past years and one that I am most grateful for.

My life has been radical, and inspiring.

The future holds for me even more change and variety.

I am excited for the possibilities and fatigued from the journey thus far.

What keeps me going, is being held up and supported by so many people and the shared belief that my purpose is critical for so many others, aside from just myself.

We are sexual pioneers and explorers and the rewards are beyond the average persons wildest fantasies.

I wish us all luck.

Clitoral Hood Piercing Photo

This photo was taken over the Christmas holidays, and it brings a smile to my face every time I look at it. My man wrapped in a blanket, in the guest room at my folks place acting all ferocious.
Isn't he cute?

This is a photo of you guessed correctly, my new clitoral hood piercing. Seeing as I have posted photos of my mans cock piercing, it seems only fair to upload one of mine. (it's ok mom, you can look, just put down your cup of coffee first)

Girl on Girl Sex

She wanted me and I knew it. Her voice proudly calling me Ma'am all evening had won my heart over and plumped up my dominance to a new high.

The party was well underway, everyone around us was lost in their own activities. It was time for me to go for her.

I told her to sit in the tall bondage chair and to open her legs wide, she needed to be spread wide for me to have ease of access to those tender bits she is always hiding away.

My bag of hemp rope was dropped next to her on the floor. From it I withdrew green, red and natural colored rope. Her eyes widened, as if to say, "Oh really". Chuckling, I pulled a length of rope through my hands, smiled coyly and nodded.

As I tied the first piece of rope around and around her chest and tied it down behind her back with her already secured to the chair, I watched her expression change. She became focused. I fed the second piece through the first and made a beautiful chest harness, then with a third and fourth piece of rope, I bound her arms above the elbow, leaving her in a flapping position.

Each calf was tied to a chair leg, solidly. Her bare pussy fully accessible, viewable and filled with the heavy musky scent of want. She looked nervous but giddy, I was pleased.

The upper thighs were each given a length of rope, to keep things easy for me. Exposed is how I wanted her to feel and how I wanted her to be for me.

When complete she was unable to go anywhere and many were admiring her beauty and good fortune to be bound so tight for what none knew would happen next.

I went and got a cold drink for us, leaving her with a spotter. Upon my return she called out to me, "Ma'am, what are we going to do?" Huh, we are not going to do anything, I am going to do somethings to you, and you are going to submit ran though my head. I smiled, and kissed her inner thigh slowly once, twice, three times over. She moaned.

With no where to go and at my mercy, I felt the wave of power rush over me that happens when chemistry is present.

Her breasts were made to hurt, in a sweet and seductive way. Clamps, pinching and biting, she looked beautiful as the waves of discontent washed over her face. Her nipples were hard, and stood out at me demanding more. I gave in, and hurt them again. Only for her would I do so. She squirmed, I worried about how she was processing things, so I kissed her mouth, to ease some of the ache.

Her mouth melted in to mine as her tongue slowly crept in towards mine. I let her have this privilege. Little velvet licks went back and forth between us, I could feel her gasping into my mouth. She quivered. I was pleased.

My fingers dug into the sweet flesh on her thighs, digging to find some nerve bundles, then when accessed I lifted them high and watched her cringe. Beads of sweat appeared across her brow, she looked very uncomfortable, so I did it more. She complained out loud, and I put a clamp on her tongue to keep her quiet, and two more clamps up her nose. She appeared upset at my placement choices, and I was ok with that.

It was so easy to get her riled up, she and I both needed to do this together. I asked for help and a few women gathered around.

We tipped backwards the bondage chair, with her tied to it. Scared was all you saw on her face. Her head and the top of the chair were low now, and her crotch was high.

I plugged in my Hitatchi and turned it on. Smearing a big glob of lubricant over her pussy I ground that vibrator right into her sweet pussy. Over and over, I ran it over her clitoris and along the length of her labia, she writhed, groaned, smiled, laughed and all too soon forgot my earlier meanness.

For at least twenty minutes, she was masturbated and tortured with forced pleasure till her hair was matted with sweat and she was breathless. When it looked like she couldn't go much longer, I invited five women to come and help me finish her off.

Five beauties gathered round. One woman sucked on her right nipple, another bit and twisted the left nipple. A third woman sucked face with her while another pulled her hair and stroked her head. The fifth woman ran her hands along her body and I ensured the vibrator was set at high now and pulsating with determination and accuracy.

By the time the scene was winding down all five women who'd assisted, plus myself and the bound woman, were all on a bed together. As I untied the ropes that had bound her for so long, her struggles were evident by the deep rope marks that had left memories across her body from her struggles.

We cuddled for a short bit, and when she said "thank you Ma'am" I felt that familiar rush of power that makes me want to control another.

Monday Repairs

Recovery and catch up. That is what today was all about.

A sleep in till eleven.

Ran errands that were over due.

Booked some client appointments.

Stopped into the Lounge to check on things.

Dropped a payment off to the Red Cross.

Visit to the postbox.

Home for a late lunch.

Wrote and sent a mail-out.

Had a ninety minute nap.

Packed for my evening class.

Taught a BDSM 101 class.

Home for a late dinner.

Made love.

Put my man to bed.

Writing a blog post.

Honest Statements

We went out for Chinese food before heading to another day of The Taboo Sex Show. The last day of the show too.

My fortune cookie had a very appropriate message "You Will Be The Center of a Special Groups Attention".

Truer words have never come to me in one of those cookies.

It was a day filled with success and accolades coming out the wazoo. Shopping and tons of final networking.

We came home and watched, Priscilla Queen of The Desert and ate home baked cookies, gifted to me from a Libido Lounge Member.

I am burned out completely. Good thing I shall be on a lounge chair relaxing in Cuba in exactly eight day.

Day 3 of non-stop sex

Memories of today, day 3 of Taboo.

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

Day 2 Taboo

This is Day 2.

Yesterday went smoothly enough. I taught my class Tie Me To The Bed Posts Please - bedroom bondage basics and my Wild Sex For The Uninhibited class, both were fantastic.

I was gifted with numerous new products by vendors at the show. A lot of free booty. Close to $900 worth to be precise and I am feeling fortunate to be surrounded by wonderful associates and allies.

All the volunteers I coordinated for the show are doing such a great job that I have not had a single issue to have to deal with. This is excellent news. This morning I phoned everyone and checked in and they are all in good spirits.

Tonight I am teaching Cock Sucking & Pussy Licking - the shows best attended classes by far. I love my job and all the people I am privileged to meet and guide through their sexual journey.

My last class ends late so today will be a long one. Ten days till we leave for Cuba, thank god as I REALLY need a vacation.

Sex News Vancouver

This is Day 1.

The Taboo Show officially opens it's doors today at five.

My finally printing bill for all the handouts that Libido Events and Libido Lounge will be distributing was five hundred and twenty five dollars.

I have filled nine volunteer positions with people to assist me with my classes each day in the workshop room.

I have given a corset company another ten of my volunteers so they have staffing for sales and set up and take down over the four days of the show.

I have done one media interview thus far, and currently now have two more booked during the show.

My corporate sponsor is O'Behave a cool company with a group of stores that I have worked with locally in the past, and who also sponsored my Calgary and Edmonton classes too.

My plan is to teach my eight classes these next few days and in between doing so, to meet and network with as many new companies and entities as possible, exposing them to myself and of course to Libido Lounge.

I worked till three o'clock this morning on Taboo related projects. Now it is time for a quick nap so I have the energy necessary to make it through the rest of this long day.

Must still decide what to wear, this is always a challenge. At least I have lots of options to choose from in my closets and I have plans on shopping at the show for a few new naughty pieces to add to the collection.

Erotic Arts Expert?

Today I landed my photo and a decent interview in the Vancouver Courier newspaper, both the on-line version and the print edition. Attention is always nice.

You can read the article yourself and take a gander at the image they decided to use from the photo shoot we did yesterday. Me and my whip.

They had wanted me in handcuffs and holding a whip at the same time. Wrong. I needed to explain to the photographer that the handcuffed person does not also hold the whip. It was fun to do, none the less.

Today RC and I were gifted with a hand made bottle of massage oil, thanks P.

This evening the corset company from Atlanta Georgia that is exhibiting at Taboo rented out the Lounge. There was a pizza party, along with a meet n greet for all the volunteers I had organized for them. Everyone really enjoyed meeting Ms.Martha and loved the corsets, the women were all happy choosing which one they would receive for their volunteer hours.

Still this evening I have another ninety minutes or so left of work to do, before I can put my head down on the pillow and go to sleep.

My man is the best, he loves me so much and I simply adore him. Last night he brought me and the teenager home gifts. The daughter got four pair of monkey socks which she was really happy with and I was given knee high camouflage socks. Everyone we know and all the women in my life, think he is just super and a great family man. I am so lucky to have found him, or rather to have been found by him.

The Taboo Sex Show 2009

I am feeling pretty weary right at this exact moment. My alarm had me waking at six fifty this morning for a photo shoot in the downtown city core for a Vancouver newspaper. I arrived looking all pretty, and on time. We did our interview yesterday, and it seemed to go rather well. I was quite pleased by the questions the reporter asked and equally happy with the reception the photographer gave me in the studio this morning.

The article is about my involvement with The Taboo Sex Show and of course the classes that I am teaching.

Taboo starts this Thursday and the article comes out tomorrow, so Wednesday. I've been told I will be in both the on-line edition and the print paper as well. I am eager to see how it all turns out, though any publicity is always good. However the better the journalist the more people are turned on to myself, Libido Events and my Erotic Arts Curriculum.

I have another interview booked at Taboo itself, right after one of my classes too, the next few days are really huge for me. And tiresome.

A couple of hours ago, I picked up three hundred and seventy five dollars worth of handouts for the show to accompany my classes from a brilliant printer friend.

Shortly I will be packing my bags for each class, so each day I can just grab the bags I need and head out the door without needing to search out all my aides and toys. Two different classes each day, for four days. That is a lot of work. Plus the networking, question answering in person and in email, and all the set up and take down of each class will keep me on fast speed till Sunday night.

Now if I could find a way to stop my period woes, which has just started today, I may just be able to make it through the rest of this week without losing my marbles. I loath cramps.

Girl Sex

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

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

Titled "Maiden Voyage into Dirty Girls"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Beaten Woman

(disclaimer for mom: all is good, this post you can overlook)

I need to go down hard.

The feeling is undeniable and unmistakable.

It seems that my body is aching to be ripped apart.

It is time that I got out of my head for awhile.

Solely to concentrate on processing sensations in my body.

I need to be hurt, badly.

Whipped and beaten.

Into a puddle.

Left gasping.

Trembling.

Struggling to control the only thing possible.

My breath and breathing.

Alive and raw.

True to my desires.

Satiated.

Come for me.

Please.

Casino Girl Vancouver

I did not arrive home till well after one o'clock this morning, as I was at Dirty Girls. It was a splendid evening of debauchery indeed. Which is of course, a work event for me

For some god-forsaken reason, I awoke way too early and was out of the house with RC around ten thirty to tend to some domesticity. These things need to happen from time to time. Today was that luck day.

After much running around, we got ourselves some lunch and ate and talked for a few hours. It seems that all we did through the holidays including up to now, has been to eat, this really needs to stop. Soon.

By the time we got home, I had work piled up on my desktop and in my email accounts, but no real time to deal with any of it.

Instead we had sex, the type that involves lots of oral, then some serious thrusting and finally contented orgasms. After wards there was no cuddle time.

We spent the evening out eating *more* food at an Italian restaurant with a bunch of RC's colleagues from work, then when my pants and belly felt just about ready to explode, we left. Only of course to drive to a casino where we met all the same group to continue our merry night out of drinks, conversations and being silly. As the non drinker, I am the designated driver in our family, and damn if it wasn't snowing, again.

Perhaps if I ever find the time to get in a decent number of hours of sleep, I'll tell you a little more about how the delicious Dirty Girls party went. In fact, a certain woman who attended (N) wrote something on her blog about our antics, and once she gives me the A-Ok, I have plans to repost it here for you to read. It's just such an excellent account of one woman's view point of how the evening was spent.

Farewell

My last 36 hours have been crapastic and this hideous stress is all due to family drama.

It can be said that one side of my family has their head in the sand regarding my profession and this regularly makes for awkward conversations. Not being able to share who I am weighs on me greatly and is a source of discontent for my daughter too as she is made to curtail her speaking to appease our family.

I have accepted for too long being dismissed by certain relatives during family talks, and I have overlooked their eye rolling and heavy sighs when I mention my own work schedule and professional commitments.

I have come to a point in my career and age in life where being treated as less important than other family members or simply neglected is not acceptable. In fact, it is no longer going to happen.

As my relatives have yet in over a decade to get past their biases, ignorance and insecurities regarding my professional life the place they hold in my life has now shifted completely.

Though not severing ties with these people, I have employed / ordered Call Screen (they can't reach our phone number) through Telus and am no longer investing energy in them. As I am so unworthy in their eyes, my lack of communication with them should not even be noticed.

I am not the only one who is pissed right off, my daughter and RC are equally outraged and they too have felt and seen the treatment I receive. Being the bigger person here, I have taken the lead to separate myself from their dis function.

My career pays my bills, feeds my child, invests in our future and is building a successful business at a fast pace . That my family plays dumb over it all is insulting.

Then their is RC's family and it is just the opposite with them. I have their respect and their support, they treat me as an equal and value my contribution to my family and the world in general.

I will not be poorly treated and officially have ended an abusive and damaging relationship. I actually feel good about my decision to set myself free.

Make this day be over

This photo nicely captures how I feel at this moment and most often in my life. The last nine hours have been draining emotionally, the day has left me ready for a fresh one.

Bring it on, let's see Friday, because with it comes Dirty Girls, our women's only play party. To say I am eager is an understatement.

Pro Photo Shoot: boobie shot

Too tired to write, so I dug up a photo that meets with my approval and thought I would share it with you all. Thanks Barry!

Bondage & Body Painting Photos

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

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

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

You'll find me teaching

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Asphyxiation Death

This sad but very true store has further affirmed for me, why practicing what some call "breath play" is so not worth the risks associated with it.

Over the years I have known a number of people who engaged in the practice of asphyxiation but the draw was never there for me. As a person who believes in safer sex, the notion to do this and call it sexy, safe or exciting is baffling to me. As a mother, the risk is more than I am willing to take.

Read this article and remember well, that it could happen to you too, if you play along with this deadly practice.

DA: Jumper strangled girlfriend


Tuesday, December 30, 2008 8:06 AM EST
By KEITH PHUCAS
Times Herald Staff - Norristown, and Montgomery County, PA

COURTHOUSE — A Bridgeport man who decapitated himself jumping off the Dannehower Bridge Saturday afternoon had apparently accidentally strangled his live-in girlfriend while the two were having sex, according to the Montgomery County District Attorney’s Office.

Just before 2 p.m., 43-year-old James F. Goeke drove a burgundy minivan halfway across the northbound side of the bridge that crosses the Schuylkill River, and parked the vehicle on the shoulder.

The man tied a rope to the minivan’s back seat and put the other end around his neck and jumped off the bridge, and after “falling a great distance,” the rope decapitated him. His body and head landed on Barbadoes Island, according to District Attorney Risa Vetri Ferman.

Upper Merion and Norristown police were the first on the scene and saw the man on the railing with a rope around his neck. “Upon arrival of police officers, (Goeke) jumped off the bridge,” the DA said.

When investigators later went to Goeke’s Belmont Village apartment on Ross Road, they immediately smelled “the odor of death” even before entering the unit, Ferman said. Minutes later, police found a woman’s badly decomposed body under a blanket in the master bedroom.

Investigators determined the dead woman was 42-year-old Michelle Kavenaugh, who lived in the apartment with Goeke. She was naked and lying on her back and had a belt from a cloth robe around her neck, according to authorities.

“It appeared the two were involved in consensual sexual relations,” the DA said. “This appears to be an accidental killing.”

Investigators believe the homicide inside the Belmont Village Apartments unit occurred within the past week.

Goeke left behind a signed suicide note on a computer table in the residence’s living room that read: “I’m sorry. It was an accident. It was too late to save her. I’m going to join her now. I’m sorry.”

“He was so devastated, he took his own life,” Ferman said. “Clearly, this is a tragedy all the way around.”

An autopsy performed Sunday concluded Kavenaugh’s death was caused by ligature strangulation.

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