I have slept for two days for what was supposed to be a harmless evening with friends, the movie premier of Machete Kills. Only I would find myself between the sheets of a man I never expected with a woman who embraces sex much the same way I do. Having had the restlessness of my wild child being woken some weeks ago I tried my best to keep her under wraps but my futile attempt ended as I walked out...
After a decade of time has passed the butterflies still return to my stomach each time I look at him. With the anticipation of the evenings events I apply the last touches to my makeup thinking back to the time my bedmate and I first met. It doesn’t seem as though 10 years have passed but the eve of our wedding anniversary is upon us again. He’s the only person I can’t help but giggle...
As I pull the fake lashes from my tired eyes I catch myself staring at my reflection. I have one of those moments of self-awareness. Wondering how I could have gotten so far down this path and yet I can’t imagine being anywhere else. I know it sounds a bit crazy, almost as though its purgatory but isn’t that what purgatory is? An in-between place of wanting exactly what you have yet not...
It’s Friday the 13th and I couldn’t think of a better time to write an entry. I’m one of those strange ones that actually am not afraid of the superstition surrounding this day. Actually I think it brings good luck and am always a bit lighter in mood. This week has been a bit unconventional for my world. In all my rambunctious years of sexual promiscuity I never bothered much with...
It’s already that time of year again which finds us on the brink of Fall. I notice the hours of sunlight getting shorter and my excitement growing with each passing day. The end of August found me in a busy place evidently burning the candle at both ends because it also found me on the couch sick. I’ve been working with my bedmate as his assistant on photo shoots while learning more DSLR...
I reached into the back of the closet fumbling my fingers around in hopes of finding that favorite old hat. Letting my fingers guide my senses I quickly found the familiar feeling of memories, experiences, anticipation, and expectations of what swinging used to be and no longer was. It had been sometime since my bedmate and I have dove back into an experience of meeting new people in the swing community....
I have been spending most of my days this past month helping my bedmate work on his portfolio. The change of roles to being an assistant has been a much enjoyed reprieve from my usual place. I’ve taken the time in between to start working again on photography techniques with some of our professional line Canon DSLR’s. It has been surprisingly refreshing and enjoyable to get behind the...
The last half of the month has been incredibly busy and I have found myself needing a bit of a breath from some of my duties. I have been a bit overwhelmed at times with reinserting into society but somehow have continued moving through realizing it’s a bit in my head and it has been close to seven years since I have put myself into social avenues. It all started with a surprise invitation from...
The tenacity of an 8 month old puppy is something to be sought after. If nothing else Sigmund has taught me to be stubborn in my beliefs yet willing to change when a noose is around your neck. After being tired of having whip lash from his jerking on the leash and back spasms I was quickly realized none of my attempts at training him to behave properly on one was working so I broke down and bought...
From time to time I get reminded why I rarely interact within the swing lifestyle. Most people aren’t mature enough to handle the relationships it creates. Friends of mine are come into town next weekend for Memorial Day and have been calling their friends to invite them to a party they are throwing. In the midst of phone calls a whole slew of drama begins to unfold as to if so and so is coming...
What started as a beautifully relaxing Sunday ended my bedmate and I stranded at the market with bags full of dairy products and sushi. Our 12 year old car wouldn’t start. Dead as a doornail with the electronics acting as though they were possessed. In utter disbelief that out of the blue she would strand us I called roadside assist while my bedmate took the cold goods back in the store for...
The two newbie fetish lifestylers M & A I never imagined Sunday night ending up quite as it did. I was thinking I would be going home with two others in tow that night but what actually happened was quite different. Seeing as I was meeting the two people below for drinks at Péché with his consent to do whatever I wanted to his girlfriend afterwards you can see how I had in mind extremely naughty...
