We were talking about threesomes with pretty girls last night.
It’s been about a year since we’ve had one. 
"I’m not really interested unless we find a girl who brings something to the table," I said. "Someone who knows what she wants and isn’t just testing the waters."
"So you want an expert-level fucker," he giggled at me. 
"Yep," I said. "I hereby decree our unicorn search to be for the finest most talented golden unicorn in the land.”
"One with rainbows and glitter and a magic tongue?" he teased.
“Precisely,” I said, as I waved my royal sceptre. 
(And by royal sceptre of course I mean my hitachi magic wand…)

We were talking about threesomes with pretty girls last night.

It’s been about a year since we’ve had one. 

"I’m not really interested unless we find a girl who brings something to the table," I said. "Someone who knows what she wants and isn’t just testing the waters."

"So you want an expert-level fucker," he giggled at me. 

"Yep," I said. "I hereby decree our unicorn search to be for the finest most talented golden unicorn in the land.”

"One with rainbows and glitter and a magic tongue?" he teased.

Precisely,” I said, as I waved my royal sceptre. 

(And by royal sceptre of course I mean my hitachi magic wand…)

The Party Last Weekend Part 1: Blurry Cell Phone Pics

Thigh high socks are necessary for winter sex parties. Panties, of course, are optional.

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(Shout out to the couple fucking on the bed behind me. And the other pile of folks fucking just beyond the frame.)

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This part of the update is just for my shitty cell phone photos…. the next part will tell you all about the trouble I got up to… (HINT: THAT IS FORESHADOWING!!!! Tee hee.)

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Yep. This is a picture of my husband standing with his pants undone and his hands on his hips waiting for me to stop taking pictures of my ass so we can fuck.

Except we didn’t fuck right away, because just as I took this picture and he led me to the play-area a couple of Ninjas showed up….

Catness is stuck at the airport, her plane is delayed. 
She texted me to pout but somehow she steered the conversation to how wet she was….
It’s a good thing I know all kinds of things to keep little girls busy while they wait for their plane. 

Catness is stuck at the airport, her plane is delayed. 

She texted me to pout but somehow she steered the conversation to how wet she was….

It’s a good thing I know all kinds of things to keep little girls busy while they wait for their plane. 

(Source: corta-pra-18)

Evidence of a Highly Productive Morning. 

Evidence of a Highly Productive Morning. 

(Source: herdirtylittleheart)

Last weekend we went to a play party. In lieu of the usual lingerie I wore a romper and socks because winter. 
We knew a few of the guests from other events around the city but most of the faces were new. My friend T came with us, she was playing without her partner for the first time. (Her partner isn’t kinky, but she is, and they have recently agreed that T could search for a dominant play partner. YAY POLY-PROGRESS!) All day she’d been sending me anxious texts, teetering on the verge of backing out. 
But she walked into the party like BAM! I am here to get tied up and spanked! And… well… 
A few guests who had clearly been drinking decided we didn’t need a board for Twister, we could just create our own using these fancy paper plates here….

(I’d like you to take a moment to appreciate the coding system that was put in place when the sharpie turned out to be a dud.)
Bootleg Twister turned out to be a very effective way to get a lot of giggles and a lot of butts in the air. (i.e. SUCCESS) 
SansShame told us all he had brought cupcakes and smiles to his neighbours (who all happen to be young women) to let them know he’d be having a party. He also gave them his phone number and told them to call if things got too noisy. (Let’s pause for a moment to ponder the genius of this move… and also to appreciate what “too noisy” at a sex party would sound like… hee hee, we were placing bets on how many neighbours would invite themselves over later.)


Just as everyone started getting naked and fucking Ninja and Trouble arrived. This is, admittedly, an incredibly awkward time to arrive at an orgy. But we found a couch and Ninja, Trouble, my husband and I smoked a joint, chit-chatted about non-monogamy and their up-coming vacation and peeked at the action. 

A hysterical setting for such a lovely conversation. 
Trouble is sweet and serene, her long hair frames her face like a painting. She was graceful and quiet. Ninja is tall and humble, a handsome man with one of the warmest smiles I’ve seen. They clearly have kind hearts.
We talked about kinks and exciting projects that we each have brewing, and we laughed at the fact that Fat Boy Slim’s You’ve Come A Long Way Baby was on repeat while folks fucked each other senseless. 
Mid-convo we heard what was distinctively the sound of T’s shrill voice as she screamed in orgasm and yelped while the sound of ass-slapping echoed off of the walls. My husband and I exchanged knowing looks, it seemed a kind and hard-handed dom (*cough*sansshame*cough*) had taken her under his wing. 
After Ninja and Trouble left my sexy husband pressed me against the big balcony window and fucked me against the glass as I gasped at the city lights. (SansShame texted me the next morning to say he could see my handprints.)
As we were leaving I overheard T being told that she was a very good girl, but that she might need to be gagged to help with her “talkativeness”. 
The party was a success, it seemed.

Last weekend we went to a play party. In lieu of the usual lingerie I wore a romper and socks because winter. 

We knew a few of the guests from other events around the city but most of the faces were new. My friend T came with us, she was playing without her partner for the first time. (Her partner isn’t kinky, but she is, and they have recently agreed that T could search for a dominant play partner. YAY POLY-PROGRESS!) All day she’d been sending me anxious texts, teetering on the verge of backing out. image

But she walked into the party like BAM! I am here to get tied up and spanked! And… well… 

A few guests who had clearly been drinking decided we didn’t need a board for Twister, we could just create our own using these fancy paper plates here….

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(I’d like you to take a moment to appreciate the coding system that was put in place when the sharpie turned out to be a dud.)

Bootleg Twister turned out to be a very effective way to get a lot of giggles and a lot of butts in the air. (i.e. SUCCESS) 

SansShame told us all he had brought cupcakes and smiles to his neighbours (who all happen to be young women) to let them know he’d be having a party. He also gave them his phone number and told them to call if things got too noisy. (Let’s pause for a moment to ponder the genius of this move… and also to appreciate what “too noisy” at a sex party would sound like… hee hee, we were placing bets on how many neighbours would invite themselves over later.)

image

Just as everyone started getting naked and fucking Ninja and Trouble arrived. This is, admittedly, an incredibly awkward time to arrive at an orgy. But we found a couch and Ninja, Trouble, my husband and I smoked a joint, chit-chatted about non-monogamy and their up-coming vacation and peeked at the action. 

image

A hysterical setting for such a lovely conversation.

Trouble is sweet and serene, her long hair frames her face like a painting. She was graceful and quiet. Ninja is tall and humble, a handsome man with one of the warmest smiles I’ve seen. They clearly have kind hearts.

We talked about kinks and exciting projects that we each have brewing, and we laughed at the fact that Fat Boy Slim’s You’ve Come A Long Way Baby was on repeat while folks fucked each other senseless. 

Mid-convo we heard what was distinctively the sound of T’s shrill voice as she screamed in orgasm and yelped while the sound of ass-slapping echoed off of the walls. My husband and I exchanged knowing looks, it seemed a kind and hard-handed dom (*cough*sansshame*cough*) had taken her under his wing. 

After Ninja and Trouble left my sexy husband pressed me against the big balcony window and fucked me against the glass as I gasped at the city lights. (SansShame texted me the next morning to say he could see my handprints.)

As we were leaving I overheard T being told that she was a very good girl, but that she might need to be gagged to help with her “talkativeness”. 

The party was a success, it seemed.

#orgy outfit
#sometimes it’s too cold for lingerie
#slutty canadian problems
(also sorry I didn’t tell you about the party yet but here is my bum)

#orgy outfit

#sometimes it’s too cold for lingerie

#slutty canadian problems

(also sorry I didn’t tell you about the party yet but here is my bum)

(Source: herdirtylittleheart)

It was a moment of insecurity in our shoot. I’d been dressed in black leather and garters, brandishing a big black flogger and trying to look serious for a while and it all kinda fell apart. We were trying to get a shot of me against the leather headboard looking like I owned the place but I just wasn’t channelling the right energy, I couldn’t conjure the right vibe. It didn’t suit my mood, I felt too vulnerable.
This is when a great photographer makes a difference. 
"No worries, let’s move on. Why don’t you put on your tutu and jump on the bed?”

It was a moment of insecurity in our shoot. I’d been dressed in black leather and garters, brandishing a big black flogger and trying to look serious for a while and it all kinda fell apart. We were trying to get a shot of me against the leather headboard looking like I owned the place but I just wasn’t channelling the right energy, I couldn’t conjure the right vibe. It didn’t suit my mood, I felt too vulnerable.

This is when a great photographer makes a difference. 

"No worries, let’s move on. Why don’t you put on your tutu and jump on the bed?”

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