And the common cold, apparently.

Got back from a wonderful few days in Yuma, and woke up with a cold. A bad one.  I didn't session this week because a) I didn't feel like it and b) I didn't want to spread it around.  I'm finally feeling better again, so I plan on having fun this weekend. 

I saw this today, and I fell in love with it.  Law Enforcement, physics, and the common cold. :) 

I'm having a wonderful time..

This weekend has been exactly what I needed.  It's been way too long since I've seen my parents, and as usual, they went overboard with spoiling me while I was here. 

Their home is a gorgeous, designer home that my dad, master contractor that he is, built himself.   Huge open floor plan and bedrooms big enough to get lost in. I brought my roommate, and 2 puppies up here with me.  They weren't kidding. They had presents piled pretty high on the dining table, and more scattered here and there throughout the house, so I'm hoping we have room in the car to take everything home. 

Last night we had prime rib and king crab legs, and tonight, they took me and my roommate to a restaurant here in Yuma called "Jack & Rosie's".  It's sort of a local institution, and has been around since the 40's.  I guess the original "Rosie" used it as a way to not only serve food and drink, but, to....ah... "run" girls out of it. She was a madam, and was also in the "providing adult entertainment" business.  I got a kick out of that.  Long story, short, after 2 1/2 hours of laughing, drinking and eating (and a $200 bill later) I decided that Jack & Rosie's was my new favorite steak joint because it was the best I ever had. Seriously...if you're down in Yuma, stop in and have dinner there.  It's amazing.  

The weekend was more relaxing than I could have ever hoped for, and I am feeling great.  Of course, that could also be the Absolut & cranberry juice cocktails that my mom keeps making for me, but...who wants to split hairs?

I'll be home tomorrow night, and back to the playroom starting monday.

2 super hot sessions...

As I write this,it's 5am and I am taking a break from getting everything together for my trip to Yuma this weekend.  I leave sometime this afternoon, and I'm debating whether or not I want to try to get in a session or two before I leave.  I probably will.  Things have been pretty busy for me this week, so shy not have the fun while I can since I probably won't be playing this weekend..? Sounds good to me. 

Today I had two fantastic sessions.  The first with a new boy and I look forward to many more with him.  

The second, was a forced bi session with a previous visitor and of course, Sir Max.  Since I was pretty excited from the first session, when Max walked in early before the 2nd guy was here, I almost dragged him into my bedroom, but...I didn't. I was a good girl.  The "forced" session was a steamy turn-on, and Max was, as usual, in excellent form.  After using our "victim" six ways to Sunday, the session was over, and we were all smiling.  Max and I were smiling so much, in fact, that the visitor looked at us and said "Wow, doesn't take a rocket scientist to know you'll be tearing at each other as soon as I walk out the door."

Max and I looked at each other in fake innocence with expressions like "Who, us??" 

Yep. Today was a good day.  

I adore my boy/In Yuma this weekend (10th-12th)

Tonight, my boy and I were texting back and forth, lamenting the fact that our schedules tonight were not conducive to some kinky fun together.  As usual, it devolved into teasing and tormenting over the phone. 

I told him to take a camera, and to video record playing with himself, and send it to me. He asked if I wanted him to send include his new HUGE dildo  that he just bought for himself. I said "Of course".  So, shortly thereafter, my boy sent me a video of him jerking off and backing into a rather large rubber cock that he had suctioned to a wall.  

Hearing him say my name while doing this all for me was absolutely beyond hot.  

I've always loved watching a man masturbate. At the risk of sounding like a total peeping tomstress, I'd love to watch a man who doesn't know he's being watched.  

But, I'm so hellbent on the consensuality issue, it'll probably never happen.  Oh well. It's not like I don't get enough fun in other ways. 

I'll be in Yuma this weekend, spending some much needed time with my parents.  I haven't been up (down?)there in awhile, so they're going kinda crazy in preparations.  My dad painted the room I'll be sleeping in so it would be pretty for my visit, and my mom already has our massage & pedicure appointments booked for Friday evening, and dinner reservations for Saturday night, and a huge stack of presents for me on the formal dining table (some from my birthday, and a lot just because).  She always goes overboard and does way too much. 

Speaking of my mom, she tried to have a literary discussion with me about "50 Shades of Grey".  I almost tossed my cookies when she asked if I could relate to the character of Christian Grey, even though he was a man. My mom and I are tight, but DAMN! I don't even want to think about my mom reading that book and thinking of me in the same light. Sheesh!  I know she's just doing it to try to relate to me, but still.  

Oh, and my only complaint about my boys video was that he has chopped off all his hair since the last time I saw him.  Not good. He had the most beautiful deep brown, thick, soft hair, and I adored running my fingers through it and playing with it and pulling him around by it.  He is in SO much trouble now. I told him he might want to start getting nervous, because he wont be able to sit down without thinking of me for about a week after he visits me next. 

WHo'd have thought Dr Seuss would give a kinkster life lessons?

Saw this today for the first time, and it really resonated with me.  Trying to live it. 

I love play parties

Last night, I went with B. and a friend of hers, CryoPup, to a private play party.  We arrived, and there were people being tied up and forced to orgasm, spanked, whipped and paddled 'til bleeding, covered in hot wax, tied up in chains, and of course, there was the requisite fisting, fellatio, and lots of hitachi's being used everywhere.  


B. had put a butt plug in Cryo's ass, and a dog's shock collar around the base of his cock and balls, and therefore, Cryo was driving just a tad nervously, but it was all in good fun. After we arrived, we socialized for a bit, then B. had Cryo undress, and I admired his erotic accessories for a bit while B. showed me some recently acquired new paddles and straps.  She handed me the controller  for the shocker and I had my fun with that.  It was big fun pressing a button and watching someone jump and their eyes get wide.  I think I turned the intensity up a bit too high, but that's ok.  I didn't mind.  


 Throughout the hour or so, B. and I paddled and singletailed Cryo, and that was so nice.  Real pain sluts are so few and far between than finding one is like finding a buried treasure, and I was so appreciative of B. sharing her boy. After that, the playtime culminated in me, B., and our friend, Cat pouncing on Cryo on a bed and forcing him to endure some serious tickle torture for awhile.  I don't mean soft, sweet tickle torture, I mean, having to sit on him to hold him down kind of torture, and still he was almost able to throw us. 


And I may or may not have pulled down Cat's bustier every so often and smacked her hard across the tits.  


Cat is a beautiful, bouncy friend of mind, who's a total bottom, until she's not, if that makes sense. Anyway, I have a rubber paddle that I call Evil Fucker.  Many of you are well acquainted with him. Anyway, a long time ago, when Cat and I were playing one evening, I said something funny, and she giggled while I was whipping her breasts.  Sometimes, if she laughs hard enough, she snorts a little (not in a horrible way, a cute way), and during this playtime, she happened to snort. Since I leap on any opportunity to inflict pain on someone who loves it, I grabbed Evil Fucker and got her right on the tit with it, and I informed her than in the future, for every snort, she'd get a whack with Evil Fucker.  This has been going on for awhile, and it's becoming such a well-known game between her and I that others have gotten in on the action and now if she's out with kinky friends and snorts, I'll get a text from them informing me that Cat snorted that evening, and how many times.  I now keep a dry erase board with tic marks on it so that we don't lose track of how many smacks her breasts will get the next time we play.  I told her about the dry erase board last night at the party.  Her eyes lit up, and she laughed (no snort though, dammit) and kindly informed me that she had snorted earlier in the night so I might want to add another mark to her board. 


It's good to be me.  :) 

Renewing

One of the nice men I had the fortunate pleasure of spending time with yesterday visited me late last night.  I'm sure that most of you know by now that I do massages as well as Domination play.  He texted me last night, a new boy, asking for a massage appointment and was it too late? It wasn't, so we settled on 10pm. 


The first thing I noticed when I opened the door was how attractive he was.  Twinkle in his eye, boyishly handsome, big smile, and a wonderful attitude.  And he had big, broad, beefy shoulders that made my mouth water. Shoulders are my favorite part of a man's body.  Shoulders, then backs.  Anyway, as usual with visitors, I greeted him with a hug, and was very pleasantly surprised to feel the wonderful energy coming from him.  


We went into my play room and he undressed and laid down on the table.  We chatted for a bit while I got things ready, and I softly stroked my hands over him, acquainting myself with his body, and acquainting him with my touch.  He was so generous with his sighs and moans and whispered compliments while I worked on him.  He gave back just as much as I was giving him. 


Let me explain.  I like giving massages because I like the healing energy exchange that can take place between two people sharing touch.  The warmth, the affection. It might only be for an hour, but if there's a connection made, it's an amazing hour. I'm usually almost as relaxed as they are by the time I'm done. 


I found myself feeling relaxed and revived at the same time.  His words made me smile and served to remind me of how much I love what I do, both the Kinkery (my word and you may not use it) and the Massages.  


When the massage was over, he was lying on my table and I was just stroking his skin, basking in the warmth of the moment. When he felt up to it, he sat up, and I stood behind him and stroked his back some more.  He was still drifting, so I leaned forward, and kind of put my arms around his shoulders, he leaned back into me, and it was another few minutes before he sat up straight, and got dressed. Both of us were all smiles, and we hugged again and I walked him to the door.  I stumbled around the rest of the night, more relaxed than I have been in weeks.  


Now THAT was a good session, and a good evening. 

Sorry I haven't written in so long.  Life gets in the way sometimes, and, after the ridiculous technical snafu on my previous blog, and after subsequently reviewing 2 1/2 years worth of blogs, and transferring the pertinent ones (one by one) over to this new blog address, I have to say...I was completely sick of myself. Not to mention that in the middle of all of that mess, I had to build a new website.  Sheesh!  I completely lost my perspective about who I was in regards to the online stuff, and subsequently lost the motivation to write anything. 


I think I needed some time off.  


I'm back, though.  I found my fingers itching to do some typing tonight, and so I sat down at my computer, and found myself here. 


First, I checked the view stats, and was pleasantly surprised at how many views this thing is getting.  I figured that after my old blog kinda being dead in the water for so long, I'd have lost a fair amount of readers.  Not the case, and in fact, was quite the opposite.  More readers daily and weekly than on my old blog.  


Nice.  :)  I missed you, too. 


I would like to take a second to give a very big shout-out to Mistress Kiley.  I am fanning this woman with a palm frond as we speak (well, not really, but you know what I mean).
When my life was getting in the way these past few weeks, she was a rock, and the true north on my compass.  With just a few words, she can remind me that I can get through anything. She is also great at making me laugh, no matter the circumstances. She doesn't always tell me what I want to hear, but she always gives it to me straight.  There's not a lot of people in the world who will respect you enough to go out on a limb and tell it like it is, for whatever reason.  It's not always comfortable or easy to tell someone the truth, and there's always risk involved.  Risk of it turning from a conversation into an ugly confrontation, loss of friendship (which is pretty much on the shoulders of the person who can't handle the truth, but still....), etc.   She doesn't back down even when I'm behaving at my worst, and that tells me that she sees me as an adult, and as someone who can handle reality.  She accepts me for the human being that I am, and doesn't expect me to be perfect.  She is a true friend, and those are rare.  I thank my higher power every day for the people like her in my life.  


Other than that, a few new adventures in my life, and I'm still as silly as ever. 


The other morning, my guy and I grabbed the dogs and went to the lake at around 5am. Saguaro Lake, Butcher Jones beach.  It's always so quiet there in the mornings, and it never fails to surprise me. The water was perfect, and we had a wonderful time swimming and splashing and playing with the dog.   I decided I was going to swim out to the buoy, which is pretty far out there. I got within 20 feet of it, and I felt something tickle my leg. Now, I do NOT do well in murky water that's full of slithery things.  It was only a bit of seaweed, but of course, I FREAKED THE FUCK OUT.  I turned around and started swimming towards shore for all I was worth, screaming my damn fool head off.  My man turns around at my first screech, and even from hundreds of yards away, I swear I could see the color drain from his face.  He jumps into the water and starts swimming for all he's worth.  You see, he thought I had gotten tired and was going under.  As he's ferociously swimming to me for a gallant rescue, he yells at me "I'm coming! Hang on!" and I screamed back "there's something on my leg!"


At which point, he stops swimming.  


And gets a disgusted look on his face. 


And yells back to me: "Are you fucking kidding me?"

When he sees me still frantically swimming towards him, he hollers at me "Stop being such a pussy!" and turns back towards shore. 


I hate fish, and dead things.  So, while the calm, rational, grown-up part of me was quietly repeating "It's ok. Just some seaweed. No big deal. You're fine. ", the irrational, panic-stricken 5 year old inside me was screaming at the top of her lungs "THERE'S SOMETHING ICKY RIGHT HERE NEXT TO ME AND IT'S TOUCHING ME AND IT'S GONNA LICK ME AND I'M GONNA DIE!!"


Guess which voice I paid more attention to?


Think about it.  Go on.  I'll wait.  


Yep. That's right. 


The one that made me look like a jackass. 


As usual 


Sigh.