If you are not a part of the Lounges NYE Extravaganza this evening, you should be kicking yourself in the ass right about now.
Hot damn, the guest list is massive.
The food ordered is unbelievable.
Doors prizes abound.
The fire play show is going to captivate you.
Clever folks have packed their toy bags already.
People are plotting sexy escapades.
And we can't wait.
There are but a few, tickets remaining.
Are you coming to party with us?
Jennifer ... Vancouver's Sex Educator, Sexuality Coach and Activist. The content of this blog is not suited for those under the age of 18. What you'll find here is a written account of my personal journey in sex positive culture both personally and professionally.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
SEAF 2011
Seattle Erotic Art Festival -- Now Accepting Art Submissions!
Calling all artists! The Seattle Erotic Art Festival is now accepting art submissions for the ninth annual event, to be held May 20-22, 2011 at Fremont Studios.
The Festival is seeking visual art of all media, short film/video, interactive installations and literary art. All artists 18+ are encouraged to submit art now. Full details, deadlines, and guidelines available at Seattle Erotic.
The early-bird submission fee is only $20 if you submit by January 15, midnight PST. The fee includes a Friday ticket to the Festival ($30 value, non-transferable, non-refundable).
Selected art will be professionally showcased throughout the three-day event to thousands of patrons. This is a fantastic opportunity!
Spread the word, and sign up for our free newsletter to receive updates.
Calling all artists! The Seattle Erotic Art Festival is now accepting art submissions for the ninth annual event, to be held May 20-22, 2011 at Fremont Studios.
The Festival is seeking visual art of all media, short film/video, interactive installations and literary art. All artists 18+ are encouraged to submit art now. Full details, deadlines, and guidelines available at Seattle Erotic.
The early-bird submission fee is only $20 if you submit by January 15, midnight PST. The fee includes a Friday ticket to the Festival ($30 value, non-transferable, non-refundable).
Selected art will be professionally showcased throughout the three-day event to thousands of patrons. This is a fantastic opportunity!
Spread the word, and sign up for our free newsletter to receive updates.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Up In The Air
Like many Bloggers that I know who do on-line journaling, I too am facing some challenges with maintaining regular postings.
I mean really, every day I have content. My professional and personal life are ripe with scenarios worthy of capturing into words for you.
Yet, I struggle. Life gets in the way, you know?
It's time for this blog to undergo a transformation from what it is, to something that interfaces with social media readily, is more reader friendly and that is cleaner to look at.
What I have to offer in professionally and has changed since this blog started and finding a way to reflect this has been a daunting task, but one I feel like I am close to completing.
Ch .. ch .. changes are coming....
I mean really, every day I have content. My professional and personal life are ripe with scenarios worthy of capturing into words for you.
Yet, I struggle. Life gets in the way, you know?
It's time for this blog to undergo a transformation from what it is, to something that interfaces with social media readily, is more reader friendly and that is cleaner to look at.
What I have to offer in professionally and has changed since this blog started and finding a way to reflect this has been a daunting task, but one I feel like I am close to completing.
Ch .. ch .. changes are coming....
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Quote
"If shes amazing, she wont be easy. If shes easy, she wont be amazing. If s hes worth it, you wont give up. If you give up, your not worthy, ... Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for." - Bob Marley
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Breath
In Oriental Medicine, there are 72 meridians or energy pathways along which life force, or chi, flows through your body. Several of those meridians help regulate the emotional experience of life. From this medical perspective, the connection between sex and emotion stems from the fact that all pathways, which regulate emotional energy, pass through your genitals. When strong, dramatic moments between lovers lead to great "make-up" sex or low-grade anger and resentment leads to a withdrawal from sex, it is because of the effect emotionally-charged chi has as it flows through the genitals.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
The End: Personal Ethics
Relationships end, this is inevitable. I'm sure that for most of us, we aspire to have things come to a close on a note that feels positive. Though sadly, this is not always possible.
Ends can be traumatic, they can also be filled with growth. Ends can be sad, they can be also joyous. Ends can be the beginning of something new, or the sorrowful goodbye of something no longer working.
Is it possible to be in a place of hurt, loss, grieving, anger and frustration and still act rationally? To still see and care, how we are impacting on another.
How have you ended a relationship in such a way that you honored, respected and payed tribute to, what was once so important?
Ends get a bad rap all the time, tell me how they could be better, please.
Email Me
SUBJECT LINE: Endings
EMAIL: jennifer@libidoevents.com
Thursday, December 09, 2010
New Years Eve Party Vancouver 2010
Over 40% of these tickets are already sold.
Ticket prices goes up on the 15th, then again on Christmas day.
Write me to arrange payment. jennifer@libidoevents.com
A NYE EXTRAVAGANZA
Time: 8:00 and till 2 AM.
Cost PP: $40 till Dec 15 / $50 till Dec 25/ $60 till Dec 31 - non refundable
All your snacks, nibblies and drinks are included in your ticket price, as well as naughty supplies.
Music, live performances, play areas, social spaces, food and lots of it, friends, laughter, sexiness, playfulness and a party worthy of welcoming 2011.
Projector screen show and door prizes all night long.
Games, Cuddling and the chocolate fountain!
Bring your ropes. Bring your play toys. There will be plenty of people to play with.
All tickets must be pre purchased and are limited to the first 80 members and their guests. (non member guests pay $5 more per ticket)
Life Time Lounge Members may attend for the nominal cost of $10. (this is not a LL event)
Email Jennifer@libidoevents.com to make payment
Sunday, December 05, 2010
A Year Old
We made it. A year ago last week I gave birth to this gorgeous young man. Pickles first year has been filled with more joy, family, friends and love than can even be imagined.
To all of you who know our family and who have celebrated alongside us, thank you.
Thursday, December 02, 2010
Erotic Photography Vancouver
In 2006 I had the acclaimed David Steinberg give a presentation here in Vancouver for Libido Events. While visiting, David stayed with me and we even found time for a photo shoot. I dug out a few images that I'm willing to share!
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
The Road Less Travelled - 3
As with all summer mornings the day began early for me as the heat and light crept into the bedroom, I was suddenly wide awake. With acute attention to detail I set about completing my usual house hold tasks before the day was to stifling.
When he came for me I was cleaning in the kitchen and awaiting his coffee. With a single motion I was beckoned back to where we had slept.
To my surprise, in front of the bed I had made just a short while ago, there was a tripod set up. Atop it, was a video camera.
He sat me on the end of the bed and then began to speak in a very matter of fact tone. Of course, he had my undivided attention.
"This button starts recording and this one stops recording," he handed me the remote control as he was saying this.
Out of his black denim back pocket he pulls out the one implement that makes me want to vomit, just upon seeing it.
"This button here is how you turn this on. No charge will come out if the button is not deployed. Push it in flesh, then push the button. Do you understand?"
Ferociously angry already, I want to storm out of the room. Instead I utter "yes Sir" through my gritted teeth.
"You Jennifer are going to make a video. A movie that is going to make me hot. You are going to use this cattle prod on yourself repetitively over and over again in such ways that I'll be proud of your efforts for me."
Terrified at the thought at being harmed so badly, by myself, at my own hand, with no one there to lean on, my head swam.
"Jennifer, later we'll watch it together and you can tell me how it went for you. Don't let me down now, I expect you to do something memorable with this opportunity to please me."
"How many times do I have to do?" I choke out. "How many?" "Please Sir, don't make me do this, not without you, please NO."
The words "I can't" are banished from my vocabulary in this relationship and other reasoning falls on someone unwilling to bend.
"You will Jennifer, you will do it. And you'll do it for me and as for how many times, you'll stop zapping yourself, when you are sure, that I would be done with you if I were here.
And with that he walked out of the house. I heard his car head down the drive way.
I'm sobbing as I throw with such force that cattle prod across the room that I am suddenly fearful that I have broken it.
Retrieving the damn black box of doom I hold it in one hand as I shakily turn on the recorder with the other. For what seems like an eternity I negotiate with myself where I am going to use this.
Unable to stand for the life of me, I sit cross legged and naked on the bed. I can feel the argument brewing, its soon to boil over and out of me.
I'm thrashing on the bed. Yelling about the injustice. Demanding to be owned by you, without needing to do the work. "I hate you for making me do this".
It's all I can do to push the prongs from the cattle prod into my thigh where it lights me up and sends me yelping. The electricity is coursing through my body and snot bubbles are blowing out my nose.
Zap! Zzzzz. Zap, Zap, ZAP.
What's over the top? Once you've actually started something it can be hard to tell any longer. When I no longer had any sensibilities left, I shoved the cattle prod between my legs and electrocuted my clitoris. Instinctively I knew he would want to see this, to know I had done to myself what he would have done if he had been present.
So many times I lost count, I just rolled with it. Harming myself for you, doing your will, I want to be yours.
Sheets are wet with sweat and pee. My bladder control lost long ago. Humility has washed over me and I am spent with submission.
I turn off the video camera and tidy the room that has just been ransacked by my antics.
My knees are unstable and I feel lite headed, I can hardly believe what I have done to myself for this man.
Hours later he arrives back home and kisses my forehead, his touch I have been starved for. I had suffered alone, I hungrily soak up the reward. Called upon to fetch him a drink I scamper off and do as told.
I find him in the bedroom, in his chair, awaiting me to remove his shoes and kiss his feet. I kneel before him as he hits Play.
The opening scene is me screaming holding the cattle prod and telling him that I hate him for making me do this. I am so scared that he will be upset about my outburst.
He strokes my cheek and tells me he's proud of me for enduring all I did for him and then I notice his erection.
When he came for me I was cleaning in the kitchen and awaiting his coffee. With a single motion I was beckoned back to where we had slept.
To my surprise, in front of the bed I had made just a short while ago, there was a tripod set up. Atop it, was a video camera.
He sat me on the end of the bed and then began to speak in a very matter of fact tone. Of course, he had my undivided attention.
"This button starts recording and this one stops recording," he handed me the remote control as he was saying this.
Out of his black denim back pocket he pulls out the one implement that makes me want to vomit, just upon seeing it.
"This button here is how you turn this on. No charge will come out if the button is not deployed. Push it in flesh, then push the button. Do you understand?"
Ferociously angry already, I want to storm out of the room. Instead I utter "yes Sir" through my gritted teeth.
"You Jennifer are going to make a video. A movie that is going to make me hot. You are going to use this cattle prod on yourself repetitively over and over again in such ways that I'll be proud of your efforts for me."
Terrified at the thought at being harmed so badly, by myself, at my own hand, with no one there to lean on, my head swam.
"Jennifer, later we'll watch it together and you can tell me how it went for you. Don't let me down now, I expect you to do something memorable with this opportunity to please me."
"How many times do I have to do?" I choke out. "How many?" "Please Sir, don't make me do this, not without you, please NO."
The words "I can't" are banished from my vocabulary in this relationship and other reasoning falls on someone unwilling to bend.
"You will Jennifer, you will do it. And you'll do it for me and as for how many times, you'll stop zapping yourself, when you are sure, that I would be done with you if I were here.
And with that he walked out of the house. I heard his car head down the drive way.
I'm sobbing as I throw with such force that cattle prod across the room that I am suddenly fearful that I have broken it.
Retrieving the damn black box of doom I hold it in one hand as I shakily turn on the recorder with the other. For what seems like an eternity I negotiate with myself where I am going to use this.
Unable to stand for the life of me, I sit cross legged and naked on the bed. I can feel the argument brewing, its soon to boil over and out of me.
I'm thrashing on the bed. Yelling about the injustice. Demanding to be owned by you, without needing to do the work. "I hate you for making me do this".
It's all I can do to push the prongs from the cattle prod into my thigh where it lights me up and sends me yelping. The electricity is coursing through my body and snot bubbles are blowing out my nose.
Zap! Zzzzz. Zap, Zap, ZAP.
What's over the top? Once you've actually started something it can be hard to tell any longer. When I no longer had any sensibilities left, I shoved the cattle prod between my legs and electrocuted my clitoris. Instinctively I knew he would want to see this, to know I had done to myself what he would have done if he had been present.
So many times I lost count, I just rolled with it. Harming myself for you, doing your will, I want to be yours.
Sheets are wet with sweat and pee. My bladder control lost long ago. Humility has washed over me and I am spent with submission.
I turn off the video camera and tidy the room that has just been ransacked by my antics.
My knees are unstable and I feel lite headed, I can hardly believe what I have done to myself for this man.
Hours later he arrives back home and kisses my forehead, his touch I have been starved for. I had suffered alone, I hungrily soak up the reward. Called upon to fetch him a drink I scamper off and do as told.
I find him in the bedroom, in his chair, awaiting me to remove his shoes and kiss his feet. I kneel before him as he hits Play.
The opening scene is me screaming holding the cattle prod and telling him that I hate him for making me do this. I am so scared that he will be upset about my outburst.
He strokes my cheek and tells me he's proud of me for enduring all I did for him and then I notice his erection.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
The Road Less Travelled - 2
Dinner out at a beautiful restaurant was a rare treat, in fact, it had never happened before. The chance to dress up in pretty clothing and dine with my Sir was most special to me and an evening that I had been working hard towards. This was a reward for my good behavior.
After dinner I was confused as we drove a route that would not take us home. Instead we went to a place where hot tubs can be rented by the hour in private rooms, never before having experienced such a facility I was intrigued by the opportunity. We soaked, relaxed and talked, it was all so low key.
Our protocols were in place, I knew how to behave and this night on the town was more "romantic" than anything we had ever done before. I felt spoiled by the attention and I am sure that if anyone would have been looking in at us, they would have assumed that we were boyfriend and girlfriend.
But that would be the farthest thing from the truth. I am aspiring to be his slave and he is the man I serve, this is the foundation of our relationship.
The drive home was memorable, he held my hand as though I would be his forever. The strength of his hold on me both emotionally and physically was intense.
Banished to the play room once back, I hastily remove my clothes. After an eternity he is standing in the doorway. My favorite CD in the whole world is playing suddenly and the sounds of the music fill the room. I swoon, thinking he is going to come in and kiss me.
A chair is placed in the center of the room with another next to it. I am told to get up from my knees and to sit on the brown one. I do so, without hesitation. There is nothing else spoken between us.
Rope is pulled out. His smile is in his eyes, they are twinkling. Something out of the ordinary is about to happen, perhaps he is going to touch me the way I like this evening.
Each of my arms, is tied to a chair arm. Beads of sweat are across my brow and the heavy drops are making there way down the back of my neck. Naked, I am shivering and feeling something that resembles, anxiety.
Why I am unsure. The whole night has been so charming, it could only end with more pleasantness right?
Then I remember as my head comes out of the clouds that this man is NOT my boyfriend, he is my Top, my Dominant and he is a Sadist.
Horrified I realize that this whole night has been orchestrated to get my guard down. And it's down. It's so far down, that I know, I am in trouble.
As the light of some candles in the room hit the stainless steel it had my full undivided attention. What in the hell was it? I was curious and scared.
"Jennifer, you are my girl, and you want to please me yes?"
"Yes, but tell me how first", "what must I do to please you?" I am crying hot tears, shamefully even before knowing what was about to happen.
As I saw the cigar trimmer in his palm my eyes bugged out round and frenzied.
"No," is all I say over and over again forcefully as I struggle to find a way to calm my body. I am on over load and feeling as though I am about to take flight.
I know my safe word, I can make this all stop.
"Use your safe word then Jennifer" he says as he voyeuristically watches the panic wash over me.
"No".
I don't want what you want to do to me and I can't safe word. I can not let us down like that.
Your huge hand holds my left one still and I stare in disbelief as the trimmer is lined up to my finger.
He looks me in the eyes and breathes deeply deliberately, encouraging me to do the same.
The music is loud but not as deafening as my screams.
The very tip of a finger falls to the floor and I am hysterical.
In a fast and methodical motion the ropes are cut and my arms are freed. My finger is wrapped in gauze and my Sir lifts me up in his embrace.
I bury my face in the mat of fur that is his chest and shake uncontrollably as I am carried to the bedroom.
Tonight, instead of sleeping on the floor next to the bed, I have earned the privilege of sleeping with my Sir.
As he wraps me in his arms, he whispers in my ear "you were a very good girl Jennifer, you made me proud."
I pray fervently to one day be his.
After dinner I was confused as we drove a route that would not take us home. Instead we went to a place where hot tubs can be rented by the hour in private rooms, never before having experienced such a facility I was intrigued by the opportunity. We soaked, relaxed and talked, it was all so low key.
Our protocols were in place, I knew how to behave and this night on the town was more "romantic" than anything we had ever done before. I felt spoiled by the attention and I am sure that if anyone would have been looking in at us, they would have assumed that we were boyfriend and girlfriend.
But that would be the farthest thing from the truth. I am aspiring to be his slave and he is the man I serve, this is the foundation of our relationship.
The drive home was memorable, he held my hand as though I would be his forever. The strength of his hold on me both emotionally and physically was intense.
Banished to the play room once back, I hastily remove my clothes. After an eternity he is standing in the doorway. My favorite CD in the whole world is playing suddenly and the sounds of the music fill the room. I swoon, thinking he is going to come in and kiss me.
A chair is placed in the center of the room with another next to it. I am told to get up from my knees and to sit on the brown one. I do so, without hesitation. There is nothing else spoken between us.
Rope is pulled out. His smile is in his eyes, they are twinkling. Something out of the ordinary is about to happen, perhaps he is going to touch me the way I like this evening.
Each of my arms, is tied to a chair arm. Beads of sweat are across my brow and the heavy drops are making there way down the back of my neck. Naked, I am shivering and feeling something that resembles, anxiety.
Why I am unsure. The whole night has been so charming, it could only end with more pleasantness right?
Then I remember as my head comes out of the clouds that this man is NOT my boyfriend, he is my Top, my Dominant and he is a Sadist.
Horrified I realize that this whole night has been orchestrated to get my guard down. And it's down. It's so far down, that I know, I am in trouble.
As the light of some candles in the room hit the stainless steel it had my full undivided attention. What in the hell was it? I was curious and scared.
"Jennifer, you are my girl, and you want to please me yes?"
"Yes, but tell me how first", "what must I do to please you?" I am crying hot tears, shamefully even before knowing what was about to happen.
As I saw the cigar trimmer in his palm my eyes bugged out round and frenzied.
"No," is all I say over and over again forcefully as I struggle to find a way to calm my body. I am on over load and feeling as though I am about to take flight.
I know my safe word, I can make this all stop.
"Use your safe word then Jennifer" he says as he voyeuristically watches the panic wash over me.
"No".
I don't want what you want to do to me and I can't safe word. I can not let us down like that.
Your huge hand holds my left one still and I stare in disbelief as the trimmer is lined up to my finger.
He looks me in the eyes and breathes deeply deliberately, encouraging me to do the same.
The music is loud but not as deafening as my screams.
The very tip of a finger falls to the floor and I am hysterical.
In a fast and methodical motion the ropes are cut and my arms are freed. My finger is wrapped in gauze and my Sir lifts me up in his embrace.
I bury my face in the mat of fur that is his chest and shake uncontrollably as I am carried to the bedroom.
Tonight, instead of sleeping on the floor next to the bed, I have earned the privilege of sleeping with my Sir.
As he wraps me in his arms, he whispers in my ear "you were a very good girl Jennifer, you made me proud."
I pray fervently to one day be his.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
The Road Less Travelled
I strive hard to not let go of control, it's all I've got really. So when the man I so desired to play with me expressed interest, I was unnerved. How the hell would I handle myself, it's not like I am known for being the most submissive.
Weeks later I am naked on my knees in his home. He has taken all my clothing, my purse and my car keys. I am far away from anyone I know in a place where no one knows me. I am not afraid he is a monster and will kill me. Rather I am anxious he will do as I am desperate for and actually exploit my masochism to the depth that I seek.
As he enters the room I have been kneeling in I meet his gaze and say not a word. My hair is firmly gripped within his fist, "are you sure this is what you want Jennifer"?
My head bobs up and down affirmatively. My heart is beating rapidly and my mind is screaming "YES".
My teeth chattered a little as he slapped my face. My eyes welled up with tears fast. A hand around my throat, tightening, till I gasp. Another slap lands perfectly across my cheek and my head sways.
Crying, trembling and yet we'd not even started to play yet. I knew this.
He was saying hello.
This was my last chance.
To get back in my car and drive away back to my safe-little world.
As he grabbed me by the hair again and stared me darkly in the eyes, he said "what are your limits"?
I struggled to think straight. Yes, yes, I knew my boundaries.
And with that our relationship began.
Weeks later I am naked on my knees in his home. He has taken all my clothing, my purse and my car keys. I am far away from anyone I know in a place where no one knows me. I am not afraid he is a monster and will kill me. Rather I am anxious he will do as I am desperate for and actually exploit my masochism to the depth that I seek.
As he enters the room I have been kneeling in I meet his gaze and say not a word. My hair is firmly gripped within his fist, "are you sure this is what you want Jennifer"?
My head bobs up and down affirmatively. My heart is beating rapidly and my mind is screaming "YES".
My teeth chattered a little as he slapped my face. My eyes welled up with tears fast. A hand around my throat, tightening, till I gasp. Another slap lands perfectly across my cheek and my head sways.
Crying, trembling and yet we'd not even started to play yet. I knew this.
He was saying hello.
This was my last chance.
To get back in my car and drive away back to my safe-little world.
As he grabbed me by the hair again and stared me darkly in the eyes, he said "what are your limits"?
I struggled to think straight. Yes, yes, I knew my boundaries.
And with that our relationship began.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Tattoo Vancouver
It's time for some ink. I know what I want and I'm soon to head out to acquire it.
My last tattoo was well over a decade ago now. And my last body modification was over two years.
For those of you who remember, two and a bit years ago, both Jason and I had our genitals pierced, he had a PA done and I had a vertical hood piercing put in.
Then right before we decided to start trying to have a baby, I put a deposit down to get some work done on my back panel. Currently, there are two hearts on my back held tight together wrapped in handcuffs. Then cracking between the hearts and running down my shoulder blade and back is a single tail whip. It's older now and all done in black and gray hues - it's the pop and explosion of color that I want to add now all these years later.
Once the pregnancy was confirmed, there was no tattoo for me. Many places and artists won't tattoo a pregnant woman and I was no longer (temporarily) interested. Normally a deposit would be forfeited but luckily not in this case.
At the end of this month, Pickle will be 1 year old and finally, my life and body is returning to something familiar again. And with the return of life, I am reminded that since I have already paid the deposit for new ink, it is time to book myself an appointment to bring this all to fruition.
My last tattoo was well over a decade ago now. And my last body modification was over two years.
For those of you who remember, two and a bit years ago, both Jason and I had our genitals pierced, he had a PA done and I had a vertical hood piercing put in.
Then right before we decided to start trying to have a baby, I put a deposit down to get some work done on my back panel. Currently, there are two hearts on my back held tight together wrapped in handcuffs. Then cracking between the hearts and running down my shoulder blade and back is a single tail whip. It's older now and all done in black and gray hues - it's the pop and explosion of color that I want to add now all these years later.
Once the pregnancy was confirmed, there was no tattoo for me. Many places and artists won't tattoo a pregnant woman and I was no longer (temporarily) interested. Normally a deposit would be forfeited but luckily not in this case.
At the end of this month, Pickle will be 1 year old and finally, my life and body is returning to something familiar again. And with the return of life, I am reminded that since I have already paid the deposit for new ink, it is time to book myself an appointment to bring this all to fruition.
Friday, November 19, 2010
No Mistle Toe Here
One of the two big Christmas parties that Jason's work hosts is happening as I type this. We had planned on attending and were quite excited about it. Sadly, we are not at the shin dig. We are at home. Being parents. Unable to locate a sitter we are staying in this evening.
For Jason there will be scotch, and for us both, there will be orgasms. We may have missed the holiday party but we can always create a sex party in our own bedroom to make up for it.
For Jason there will be scotch, and for us both, there will be orgasms. We may have missed the holiday party but we can always create a sex party in our own bedroom to make up for it.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Coming Home
One of the perks of going away to trade shows is all the swag that is handed out to educators and all the new products we are given to sample.
This weekend has been full of numerous surprises from different manufactures and creators of adult items. I am always pleased to see creative new novelties making there way into the market along with time tested oldies being updated for a fresh appeal.
I am flying home this evening and am returning with one more full suitcase, then what I left with.
A couple of new books that I have to read are exciting me already, a new woman's arousal pill, a few unique vibrators, candles, a mans cock toy, an e-stim item, sexy clothing, some jewelry and a host of others are amongst the freebies thrown at me at the show.
I had planned on taking the arousal pill on the flight home tonight but then thought better of it. Jason deserves to be forewarned before such things take place and I am just too tired after four days off non stop teaching to go home and screw for days on end. Because apparently, the pill has a THREE DAY duration.
It won't be till late, but I will be back in my own bed, in my own home later tonight thankfully.
This weekend has been full of numerous surprises from different manufactures and creators of adult items. I am always pleased to see creative new novelties making there way into the market along with time tested oldies being updated for a fresh appeal.
I am flying home this evening and am returning with one more full suitcase, then what I left with.
A couple of new books that I have to read are exciting me already, a new woman's arousal pill, a few unique vibrators, candles, a mans cock toy, an e-stim item, sexy clothing, some jewelry and a host of others are amongst the freebies thrown at me at the show.
I had planned on taking the arousal pill on the flight home tonight but then thought better of it. Jason deserves to be forewarned before such things take place and I am just too tired after four days off non stop teaching to go home and screw for days on end. Because apparently, the pill has a THREE DAY duration.
It won't be till late, but I will be back in my own bed, in my own home later tonight thankfully.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Frequent Flyer
Calgary Alberta is cold and right now, this is where I am till late Sunday night. I arrived in town yesterday and am here teaching for the Taboo Sex Show. Twelve classes over four days and a bunch of media interviews scheduled as well.
My hotel room was mediocre, but now with a business class upgrade (for free) the next few days will be most glorious in my over sized suite, all by myself.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Sweetness
The birthday cake that Jason made for me recently was over the top. Proof of this, is of course, in the picture.
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Jack Rinella
My good friend, author and fellow kinkster Jack Rinella has decided to start writing again. For those of you not familiar with Jack, he's an old gay leather man who is insightful as hell and whom I share a mutual um, attraction to.
Leather Views is his column and it is published weekly. He can be controversial, opinionated, dark, witty and honest all in one breath. Well, almost. For a long time Jack published regulary, then went on hiatius from his column for a period, so the return of his words, thrills many of us to no end.
Leather Views is his column and it is published weekly. He can be controversial, opinionated, dark, witty and honest all in one breath. Well, almost. For a long time Jack published regulary, then went on hiatius from his column for a period, so the return of his words, thrills many of us to no end.
Friday, November 05, 2010
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