Did someone hook my libido up to the power station and not tell me?!?  Did some Prince Charming crawl into my subconscious while I was sleeping and kiss my inner slut, waking her up from her long slumber, ravenous and insatiable?  Maybe that forgiveness work I did a few weeks back unlocked more than I thought it would, or maybe it was finally embracing every part of who I am at my core… You know what, I don’t care!  I am loving this! I know some of you out there already thought I was this unbridled, sex thirsty woman who was completely connected to her inner minx/slut/goddess (they’re all the same thing, right?!?)  Well I hate to ruin your version of me but in all honesty, I’ve been fairly adventurous but not a “wild woman”, or at least not as wild...

I have to be honest and say that I was never really interested in exploring the kink side of the playground but at the last Saints and Sinners Ball, I got up on a stage and went to town on my bestie’s ass with a cat-of-nine-tails!  Not a real one but after a few lashes and her saying I needed to go harder, I wish I had a real one!  I knew my bestie had discovered a liking for being spanked and I think she challenged that night me saying I’d never spank her… Well hello! Red flag – bull!  Next thing I knew I was putting some serious effort into making it hurt more because she was asking for it! No, really, she was actually asking for it! Was I discovering the Dom in me?  Was I really enjoying letting loose and inflicting some pain on my bestie?  Hell yeah!!!...

OMFG! You know when you’re at school and you have the “cool” kids?  Then you have Sporto’s, Geeks, and then the rest are just weirdo’s or nobody’s.  Well I was kinda a fringe girl.  I was actually on friendly terms with most of them but not in any one group.  And then the group I fell into was formed from people who were drifters from other groups, which means we were pretty much nobody’s. Anyway, I never saw myself as cool but I secretly wanted to be, and doesn’t everyone?!? Well I saw one of the cool kids on Facebook and sent a friend request. I mean, what was I going to lose, right?  Absolutely nothing as it turns out. I haven’t seen him since college which was nearly 20 years ago *cringes* so it’s fair to say we really...

WARNING: PERSONAL RANT/VENT APPROACHING Ok, so I know it’s tough being a single guy in the scene, trying to be lucky enough to get invited into the bed of a swinging wife or single gal, but there is definitely a right way and a seriously wrong way to do this. This story is about a guy who is a professional at the wrong way! So there’s this guy, and as much as I’d LOOOOOOVE to name names here it goes against my professional principles to publicly oust this dickhead (he may as well be known as “dickhead” for the duration of this rant!). What bugs me is that it makes it even more difficult for the nice guys who are genuine and worth meeting because guys like this dickhead are such dickheads! And yes, that is my professional opinion! He meets up with one of our...

If that title provokes images of a man who’s very matter of fact, standing there with waders on, rolling a giant glove up his arm and just shoving it up the rear of a cow, then you’d be pretty close to the image in my head and thus sets the tone for my most recent experience with a Gynecologist. As you can guess, it wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t pleasant and now I have empathy for cows! I have an IUD, which has worked wonderfully for me but as with everything else, it has a shelf life so I needed to go and get a new one installed (sounds like software doesn’t it, although there is nothing soft about it!). So I got a referral from the local medical centre (mistake number 1) and made my appointment which, like any specialist, took 6 weeks to get. Did I mention my...