Spring cleaning . . . with S !!!

Every year in May, J’s brother hosts an annual end-of-football-season day for the boys team he coaches. It seems to get bigger and become more involved every year, and our whole extended family (all football mad) normally journey down to his home on the south coast to help out. For the past two years I’ve been able to talk J into letting me stay at home, telling the in-laws that I’m “spring cleaning”, but instead have been able to invite S round to “keep me company”.

J reminded me at the beginning of the month that his brothers day was on the Bank Holiday Saturday and that we had all been invited to stay for the weekend . . . but was I going to “stay at home again and ‘spring-clean’ instead!” I told him that even if S wasn’t able to meet me, I still would much prefer to stay in London.

I hadn’t seen S for over a month but we’d spoken on the phone on several occasions and had been exchanging our regular text messages. He’d asked about “this years end-of-season day” hoping it would be changed to a Sunday as he had a family event of his own on the Saturday night that he couldn’t avoid attending. I told him the bad news that it was on Saturday and that I would be taking J and the children to the station early on Saturday morning and he was welcome to come round any time after 10 a.m. if he wished. He replied that he’d be most unpopular at home, but he would definitely make some excuse and sneak away for a couple of hours!.

I returned from taking J and the children to the station and quickly arranged the front-room . . . getting out the sofa-bed and bringing down some extra pillows and cushions . . . whilst I ran myself a bath. I knew that S had been fascinated by our “toy box” last time, so I slid that under the sofa-bed along with some of our DVDs, and set-up some Cds on the stereo. I barely get the chance to listen to my own music anymore as the children seem to be ever-present in the front room with their own music or horrible television programmes, so it was relaxing . . . and exciting . . . to lie back in the bath and hear the gentle sounds of my own music playing downstairs in the front room. It is quite exciting and arousing being able to entertain my lover in my own house and I wanted to make it a special and memorable day for him, even if he could only stay for “a couple of hours”, so as I soaked I thought about what I should wear to welcome him at the front door.

I drained the bath and sat at the mirror and had just started my make-up when my mobile beeped with a text. It was almost 10 and he wanted to know if he could “pop-round yet”. I texted a simple “yes” as my reply and knowing that I would only have a few minutes before he arrived, I decided that finishing my hair and eyes was more important than choosing something to wear . . . and that he would probably enjoy me opening the door just wrapped in my towel anyway! As I finished my lipstick I smeared a little around each of my nipples as well . . . not enough to make them a different colour . . . just a smidgeon to give them a little extra “taste”.

It really was just a few minutes after his text that the door bell rang . . . and I peeked cautiously through the curtains to make sure it was him and not someone canvassing for the European Elections !! We greeted each other with passionate kisses the minute I closed the door and he was unwrapping my towel whilst we still stood embracing in the hallway. He was running his hands down my back and almost instantly leaning forward to suck at my nipples. He noticed the taste straight away, gasping “god” . . . before leaning forward for more. “Do you like that?” I asked. “I can put more on if you like!” He dropped down onto his knees and started kissing and trying to flick his tongue between my lips, but I had my legs clenched together and . . . telling him that I hadn’t “put any lipstick on down there!!” . . . I pulled him up and led him into the front room.

I asked him how long he could stay as I walked around to the dining table to pour some wine. He didn’t answer immediately, just saying how he loved watching me walk “round nude like that”. I handed him his glass and said “well I’d like to see you nude please”. I sat down on the edge of the sofa bed and reached for the remote controls to turn down the music on the stereo slightly and turn on the DVD player. I glanced away from him undressing, just to make sure that the movie was starting correctly on the screen, and then turned back to help him undo his belt and slide down his trousers and pants. His willy popped-out not quite hard, but I could tell he was excited. I leant forward and scooped him into my mouth, reaching round with each hand on his bum cheeks to pull him closer into me. I felt him drop his shirt onto the floor and then him lifting each ankle out of his trousers as I continued with my sucking. He then stood perfectly still, resting his hands on my shoulders as I rocked back and forth with my head. I lifted my face away, giggling and leaning forward again to kiss his, by now completely hard cock and then down a little further to kiss him on his balls. I smacked him on his bum and told him to take his socks off. “I hate it when men keep their socks on!” I told him. He laughed and sat down next to me, saying that I hadn’t given him enough time to get undressed properly.

I dropped down onto my knees on the floor in front of him, pulling his legs apart and replying “that’s because I’ve been so desperate to see you. Now just watch the movie!” I leant forward again and sucked my mouth down onto him. He gasped quite loudly . . . I’m not sure because of what I was saying, or because of what I was doing . . . but I then felt him relax, as I continued stroking my mouth up and down on him. As I lifted up with one stroke to pause open my mouth from him and flick my tongue around the head, I opened my eyes and looked up at him. Instead of looking at the action on the TV screen as I’d thought he would be, he had his eyes closed and his lips just opening and closing. I slid my mouth down on him again and then up and down in sliding strokes, trying to lick occasionally to keep my mouth wet and warm. After just a few more strokes I heard him groan in that distinctive, slightly throaty sound, that I know means he has gone past the point of trying to hold back or think of other things. It’s not a particularly loud or long groan, but more just a sign that he has completely relaxed and resigned himself to letting himself come. I’ve known him long enough now to know when he has got to that point. I lifted my mouth away for a moment and could see that little glint of moisture in the eye of his cock. I leant forward again to slide down on him for one more wet sucking motion and then as I lifted up and away I just held him in one hand with my fingers and thumb squeezing him gently, pushing on my wrist with my other hand to aim his cock back against his tummy as I watched him squirt with sudden spurts of white splashing out onto his stomach. He splashed several more times and then as more dribbled out onto my fingers, I stroked them up and down gently. I love holding it like this when it feels nice and warm and wet and gently firm.

He was groaning gently . . . but then gasped loudly as I lifted up on my knees and let him watch as I rubbed both of my slippery hands over my nipples. I then leant forward into him rubbing them over his chest and smearing it over both of us as I lifted up to kiss him and push him back onto the bed. We pulled ourselves up with our backs against the cushions and started to watch the movie playing on the DVD. I rolled over slightly on my side so that I could reach over and keep playing with his willy and his balls . . . “I like to feel it going rubbery and softer” I protested as he kept pulling my hand away. But he insisted it was just ticklish and distracting, rather than arousing, so we just cuddled together and instead of continuing to watch the television started chatting about his commitments that evening . . . and the excuses he’d had to make to get away for the morning.

I got up off the bed to top-up the wine and enjoyed his comments about how “stunning” I looked “in the nude” as I walked back to put the glasses on the coffee table next to the sofa. “I’d rather have her figure” I said as I motioned to the girl on the TV screen who was clearly enjoying the attentions of two men and another woman. But I was enjoying his insistence that I was “sexier by far” as I leant back beside him and he slid his hand down between my legs. He leant forward sucking on my breasts, making me shiver, as he released a splash of wine from his mouth onto first one nipple and then the other. I asked him to put my own glass down onto the table and then lay further back pulling his head down onto my nipples and asking him to “suck my boobs some more”. His free hand was sliding further and further between my legs and I opened them wider to encourage him more. “I’ve got some of our toys under the bed” I told him as he sat up and was beginning to slide down between my, by now, wide open legs. He grinned and knelt down on the floor immediately, pulling out the box with wild excitement. As he lifted it up onto the bed I could see his willy wobbling back into life. He lifted up one of the over-sized dildo’s that J had rather optimistically bought me some years ago, but I shook my head “too big” I giggled. I sat up and instead pulled out a much smaller, but much nicer vibrator. “It’s smooth and curvy. I like this one!” I said and leaned back against the back of the sofa-bed, pulling my heels back to my bottom and spreading myself out for him.

He climbed back onto the bed, kneeling between my legs and leaned forward buzzing it over me in exactly the right place straight away. I was groaning my appreciation and looked down at him to make sure he was looking up at me as I started pinching and pulling at my nipples. I love seeing him enjoying me being so naughty, and I was helping him keep the vibro in the right spot by rotating myself slightly in time with his movements, but then feeling myself getting a little too excited, I told him “push him inside now”. I lifted my hips up slightly to help the angle, and then gurgled as he leant forward and started licking at me as well. “I really like that” I was telling him, as he stroked the vibro in and out and was sucking on my clit at the same time. “Out, out” I was telling him, “rub it over me” as he lifted his face away and I reached down with my fingers to spread my lips for him.

I hadn’t really intended for the toys to be anything more than just a bit of fun for me to see his reaction . . . just some initial teasing and playing . . . but the buzzing and tingling and his licking had made me really, really aroused. “Push him in again” I instructed. “Fuck me, fuck me with him!” I had my legs spread wide and had lifted my feet up off the bed . . . and as I looked down at him I could see him watching intently as he pushed it in and out of me. I reached down with both hands to spread my lips open wider and was so worked up I just HAD to finger myself rubbing feverishly over my clit until I came with loud gasps. I rolled over pushing the vibrator and his hands away and just swearing with loud moans as I curled up onto my side, reaching over to pull him into me. “Sorry, cuddle me!”. We lay for quite some time . . . a long time actually . . . me dozing, him occasionally trying to stir me by kissing my neck and back. I would shake him away, telling him “just cuddles at the minute”. Both the DVD and the music had stopped, and I made S get-up to change them. This time I could comment on him. “You’ve got a lovely bottom” I told him as he stood in front of the stereo searching through the Cds. I teased him about his choice of the DVD which he’d already put on, as a huge breasted girl appeared on the screen. He protested that as none of the DVDs had covers his choice had been entirely random. As he came back to join me on the sofa bed I asked “would you prefer mine to be like that though? I’ve always wanted bigger tits” (His wife is quite a bit bigger than me as well, so my question was not quite so joking as I’d tried to make it seem). He answered that he loved my figure just as it was and that he’d never seen nipples as wonderful as mine!. He tried to emphasise the point by wanting to suck at them again, but I told him I still wanted “just cuddles” and he’d have to make do with watching “those big ones bouncing about on the TV”. Eventually though, I needed to excuse myself “for a wee”.

I returned from the bathroom to find that he’d found several of my wands from the toy box. I knelt back down next to him and then pushed him onto his back and rolled over on top of him. “Why am I not surprised you’d find those?” I chastised. We wrestled playfully as he tried to roll me over onto my back. I could feel his willy rubbing hard against me and I reached down to squeeze it and hold onto it as he rolled on top of me. He was sucking at my nipples again and then as I let go of him he slid down my tummy to start licking at my pussy, whilst stretching his arms up my chest and pressing the palms of his hands down on my nipples. I could hear myself groaning and I spread my legs and was soon lifting my hips up and down off the bed again as his tongue swirled around and up and down on me. He sat up and then turned me over onto my tummy. I lifted myself forwards up onto my knees, pulling myself up onto the back of the sofa. His tongue and kisses followed me and I could hear myself getting louder and louder as I felt him spreading my bum cheeks and sliding and pushing his tongue round and down and up and down . . . and round and round.

As he paused, and got up off the bed for a moment, I reached down between my legs . . . wanting to let him see my fingers playing, sliding up from under my pussy to where he’d just been licking, and sliding down over my lips again. “I don’t want the wand” I said as I felt him get back onto the bed. “I haven’t got the wand”, he replied. I felt his fingers sliding gel over me and then him pressing against me.

There’s something about being in your own home, in your own front room, which is so much more relaxing and liberating than being in a hotel room, or someone else’s bed. I wanted to be naughty, really naughty, and wanted to be able to let myself go . . . and I wanted to scream and let him know how aroused I was and how much I was enjoying him being inside. I could hear him gasping as well, his grunts in rhythm with his thrusts and my gasps and moans in time with his. I could feel his hands tightening on my hips and could hear him gasping louder, but I wanted his fingers, so trying to keep my balance in between his thrusts, I reached round to pull one of his hands round in front of me. I could hear him coming, but I was getting closer and closer as well. “Pussy me!” I was gasping as I felt his tummy falling forwards onto my back. He gasped out he was coming, but kept pushing for a few thrusts more and I exploded as well, clamping his fingers on my pussy and then falling forward with loud screams as I felt him popping out and that sudden straining release that comes with that moment.

We just lay, both on our tummies, side by side for ages and ages. He knows I don’t like to be touched at these moments, so we both just lay still. So still, that I dozed off again. Baths, wine, sex . . . always make me sleepy, it doesn’t matter what time of day, or night, it is . . . I always seem to fall asleep afterwards, the bigger the moment the more sleepy I seem to be.

The music had stopped again when I stirred. S was returning from the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. I sat up feeling hot and sweaty . . . it had looked like being a nice day when I’d driven J and the children to the station earlier . . . and now the sun was streaming in through the patio doors and I suddenly realised how warm the room was. “I should really be going” he said. I nodded reluctantly, I’d wanted him to have been able to stay longer (much longer). I suggested he might want to shower first . . . “to wash off the gel and the smell of what you’ve been doing”. He agreed and we gathered his clothes and I led him upstairs to the bathroom. I sat and chatted as he showered. We then returned downstairs to collect his phone and shoes from the front room. He asked if I’d like his help to put the sofa-bed away, but I teased him that as J and the kids were away for the night, he might like to sneak round at midnight for a “sleep-over” of his own. He replied that he really wished that were possible, but . . .

We kissed our goodbyes in the hallway . . . and I collapsed back into the sofa bed, exhausted and happy that we’d been able to enjoy the few hours that we’d had, but sad that I would now be completely alone without company until the next day . . . well . . . alone except for my toy-box!!!

About the author: Edith

Happily married and living in England, Edith has several lovers that keep her very busy. She believes every woman should be able to indulge in a little extra excitement and pleasure from time-to-time.


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I am Now Pronounced “Me, Myself and I”


I have decided to take a mini-break from my previously planned "raising feminist children" mini-series in order to celebrate the biggest, baddest bitch that I've ever known. Me!! 

Why am I excited about myself, you ask? Well, frankly, because I thumbed my nose at society and married myself this weekend. Let me tell you all about it and how my idea got started:

Years ago I remember watching a Sex in the City episode when Carrie went to a baby shower (?). When she entered her friends house, she had to take off her very expensive shoes and leave them by the door. At the end of the party her shoes were missing and her friend gave her an ugly pair of shoes to wear. 

Weeks passed and the shoes were nowhere to be found. Her friend didn't even seem to be concerned about it one bit. One day, Carrie went to her friend's house to inquire about the shoes and her friend offered to pay for the shoes. When her friend found out that the shoes cost approximately $400 dollars, her friend told her that she would not pay for such an extravagant waste of money. "I'm a mother now and it's irresponsible to pay that much for shoes," the bitch said.

Carrie went home and thought long and hard about all of the gifts that she had given her friend all the years-the bridal shower, the wedding gift, the babyshowers, blablabla. She asked herself, "What about those of us who never get married? We just don't count in anyone else's eyes. Besides graduating from college, when do we ever have the chance to be celebrated?"

Carrie went to the shoe store and registered herself for the very same shoes that she lost. She then called her friend and said that she was marrying herself and that her friend could buy her a gift at a particular shoe store. When the friend arrived at the store, she paid for Carrie's "wedding gift", which just so happened to be the $400 dollar pair of shoes.

Ever since I saw that show I thought, "Damn right. What about those of us who don't ever want to be married?? What type of day do we get to have all of our friends show up and celebrate?" It was then and there that I decided to marry myself. This was almost 6 years ago.

Six years have passed and my friends and I have always jokingly planned my wedding. It was not until last week when a few of my friends flew in from out of the country and challenged me to pull off the wedding while we were all in town. Well, I am one competitive bitch and I don't take challenges lightly. So, we planned a wedding. I wasn't going to say anything about it online because I like to keep some things private, but I just couldn't control my excitement so I spilled the beans. 

Saturday all of my non-bridesmaids assembled in their sexy black dresses. A few of my male friends, and my long-term boyfriend, were also non-bridesgrooms. I registered for gifts (mostly books...but of course). I walked myself down the aisle to the song "Independent Woman" by Beyonce (or whatever her old group was called). When I got to the front of the room, my professor gave a speech about how I would vow to love myself, always be independent, strive for continual self development, etc. I put on my Goddess tiara that my friends gave me for my birthday, instead of a ring because frankly I didn't have time to buy myself a ring.

Afterwards we had a fabulous dinner and reception. When the reception began, I burst into the room to the song "Brick House",  and I most definitely had cleavage to die for. I drank and partied and danced all night long. Sunday and Monday I took myself on a honeymoon (and I invited my boyfriend along).

Ha, what a fabulous experience. I also figure that this was my three-year-belated 30th birthday celebration, because on my 30th birthday I was sitting in a stupid ass quantitative methodology/statistics class and I was pretty much having a nervous breakdown over the PhD program. I figure I had to make up for lost time. 

It's been brought to my attention that it's a good thing that I did this so quickly because knowing just how fucked up the state of California is regarding marriage equality, it will probably be any day now that a proposition is put up on the ballot that some of us bad ass bitches can't have commitment ceremonies to ourselves. 

Sound bizarre to you? I hope so. That's what I strive for in life-to think outside of the box.

About the author: Wicked Bitch, Latina Fatale

Latina Fatale is a sexually liberated Latina and left-leaning political radical. She writes about her sex life, the unconventional sluts of the world, as well as women who have bucked political and social convention. She's been in a very unconventional relationship with a male for the past twelve years. She dates other people while he chooses to be monogamous to her.


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THE TOP 5 BROW SHAPES TO NOT DO

Eyebrows are all the rage on the beauty front, whether in brow product must haves or in new services such as in threading. But the real story is in the shape and look of the brow.

Top NY-LA Eyebrow Specialist Elke Von Freudenberg of the Janet Ruffin Salon in NYC and creator of The Model Brow™ Service  at www.themodelbrow.com shares her advice on the top brow shapes that you may want to avoid the next time you pick up your tweezers.

1.THE ROUND EYEBROW
Most commonly called, “the happy eyebrow”, it borders on an almost 1/2 circle shape. This happens when the tweezer keeps trying to create more of an arch, but is not sure where the arch is. So they keep tweezing from underneath the eyebrow in the wrong place, creating a 1/2 circle. The round eyebrow has replaced the ‘tadpole’ eyebrow (thick in front, which goes to an immediate thin arch and end of the brow)  as the current most seen brow mishap.

FIX: Create your arch only at the outside corner of your iris. Then tweeze a straight line from the beginning of the brow to the arch, to create a stronger, more dramatic arch to the brow without having to tweeze so much.

2. THE ARCH IN THE WRONG PLACE
Or, in most cases, the arch is too far outside the eye. This happens when the arch is created by a pencil lining up to the side of the nose to the outside iris of the eye. What happens is that the eyes actually end up looking crossed eyed (especially in photos) and too close together. Having an arch placed too far out creates the illusion that the eye is actually closer to the nose than it really is.  So sadly, this does not create a ‘wide’ eyed appearance as most think it does. Instead, you get the actual opposite, eyes that look far too close together.

FIX: To move the arch closer to the inner corner of the eye, pull 2/3 hairs at the arch, going towards the nose to move the arch in.

3. THE STRAIGHT EYEBROW
A straight eyebrow is when the arch of the eyebrow either never existed which is rare, or too much brow was taken off the top of the arch of the eyebrow, which flattens the arch and creates a straight line to the eyebrow.

FIX: Avoid tweezing any hairs above the brows that are actually touching the eyebrow. This will keep the brow shape, and keep the area above the brows clean looking without touching and flattening the arch.

4.USING STENCILS TO CREATE YOUR BROW SHAPE.
You really can’t do a cookie cutter approach to shaping eyebrows. Why? Because everyone’s bone structure and eye shape is different, and your eyebrow shape really has to do with the bone that’s underneath the brow. That determines the eyebrow look and shape that are uniquely yours.

FIX: Rely on stencils to create a perfect eyebrow look with shadows and pencils, but do not use it as a guide to tweezing.

5. TOO CUT EYEBROWS
The super cut eyebrow looks good for one day and then as it grows in, looks horrible. What happens next? You cut them again only to repeat the vicious cycle. The super cut eyebrows are cut way too short and trimmed the wrong way.

FIX: To trim very long brow hairs, brush brows up and cut to 1/4” above the brow line. Then brush into the eyebrow to see where the brow falls.  By keeping the length, you also avoid the cut off hairs that can create a too short eyebrow at the end of the brow.  Keep the length as much as you can.

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”Ageing Skin? How You Can Halt It”

WHY THE BUZZ ABOUT ATP?

 

Forget roller ball eye creams and hand held massage machines to aid in product penetration. If you’re concerned with ageing you need ATP – FACT.

 

ATP or Adrenosine Triphoshate is the principle factor in the transferring of energy in the body. Without ATP, your body would be unable to utilise any energy. ATP ensures that all aspects of cellular activity can take place. As the skin is the largest organ in the body huge amounts of ATP are necessary to allow it to thrive, regenerate and renew itself. ATP is created on demand, when needed by the body. It is literally required for everything that takes place in the body, from DNA replication and skin regeneration to muscle contraction and collagen synthesis.

 

ATP and Ageing

In terms of anti ageing ATP is at the top of the pile. Forget miracle claiming products, without ATP say hello to the signs of ageing and get used to them. By the time we reach 60 the amount of ATP, used (and therefore produced) by the body will have almost halved compared with when we were in our 20’s. So if you’re over 60 and complain of a lack of energy, well you couldn’t be more accurate. A lack of ATP means the body functions inefficiently and so too will your skin.

 

Maximising ATP

Your body doesn’t store ATP, it manufacturers it when needed. In order to maximise the production of ATP you first need to create the ideal environment in which to do so. Someone who exercises regularly, drinks 2 litres of water and eats a healthy balanced diet will be well on their way to creating the ideal environment in which ATP can be produced. Topically applied products can have a dramatic impact too. The key ingredients to encourage ATP synthesis are: Unichondrin ATP (ATP itself), Thiotaine, Mitostime, Palmitoyle Dipeptide-5, Palmitoyle Dipeptide-6. The first product to incorporate these ‘‘BUZZ’’ ingredients is the BT cocktail by Bio Therapeutic. This product launched late last year has already been voted best new anti-ageing product by Spa Magazine.

Using this product for 60 days can achieve amazing results ; Up to 80% reduction of pore size and number of visible pores, up to 70% reduction in deep lines and wrinkles, up to 41% reduction of fine lines, up to 40% improvement of elasticity.

 

Additional boost required?

The new Bt cocktail product can have incredible results when used alone, but combine it with a Microcurrent treatment and not only will you see all the benefits of increased ATP synthesis but you’ll also re-define the contours of your face and re-educate muscles by lifting – It really is a non-surgical facelift!

The Bio Ultimate Platinum Machine, developed by Bio Therapeutic utilizes Suzuki sequencing Microcurrent – which is the single most powerful tool to maximise ATP energy potential. The Bio Ultimate Platinum Machine has been proven to increase ATP production by as much as 500%. So following a course of these treatments you’ll have more than enough energy. Side benefits of this treatment are increases in collagen (more than 12% in 20 days) , increases in elastin (more than 48% in 20 days) and an increase in circulation (more than 39% in 20 days). So if you’re in desperate need of an anti ageing boost the Bt Cocktail Products and Bio Ultimate Platinum Machine will give you a surge of energy and leave your skin looking better than it ever has before.

 

It’s important to discuss all your skin and anti ageing options with a skin care therapist before delving straight in. This will ensure that you get exactly the right treatments for you. You may feel that these treatments will be expensive but they actually start at as little as £100/140€, so it is an affordable, long term option. If you have questions about these treatments, products or any other skin and beauty concerns please don’t hesitate to contact me on my website as we have more information on ATP and also the leading professional skincare products in the world ‘dermalogica’, these products specialise in skin types and skin conditions and they have a range called ‘AGEsmart which focuses on ageing and the specifically aids in stopping the ageing process.

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Commitment. The Chicken is Involved. The Pig is Committed.

So where have I been?

That could be a very valid question.

To be honest life has been a little crazy.

Recently I just came out of hospital. Never been to hospital for an illness before in my life and don't see why I had to start now.

But here I am ... and now I'm out and willing to share with you my thoughts and my reflections.

Hopefully we will all learn something new.

So firstly what was the reason why I was in there? Well nothing too life threatening.

Just a severe case of tonsillitis, which could have potentially blocked my airway.

Not to mention the fact that I couldn't put anything into my mouth, it was excruciating to swallow anything and I was getting very dehydrated.

So 3 days later and more fluid and drugs pumped through me than a local pharmacy, I'm alive, kicking and feeling better than ever.

ok well not better than ever.

But hey I'm getting there. Well enough to write a decent post for you guys that’s for sure.

So what did I learn while I was in there?

Well two things.

One about commitment. And the other about self care.

The second is pretty obvious isn't it?

But the first one, that one was thrown out of left field a little huh?

Well you all know that I love throwing you off balance? hehe

So what you may not know is that I was feeling pretty crook about 3 weeks ago, for the same thing with my throat.

I got over it and then spent a week, not practicing self care, filled with eating at random times, too much stress, too much going out and not enough sleep.

There were a couple of stressful assignments, walks in the drizzling rain and seminars squeezed in there which all required a lot of mental and physical exertion.

This one seminar I did go was absolutely life-changing though. I would pretty much come home every night for 3 nights in a room and tweet all the random and wonderful epiphanies I was having.

(You can follow me on twitter here)

I can't tell you all the random and wonderful things that we did while we were there one the last night we had a Q and A section where 10 people from the audience got to ask any question they wanted.

So naturally. I had a question.

Ready for it?

How do you commit to something?

So I asked this question and the crowd laughed. I was like ... is the answer more obvious than I think it is?

So I added to it and asked, well how do you re-enforce that commitment?

So there was my question, sitting up there on the board staring at me.

What I didn't know at the time, was that for every question that was asked you had a mini - intervention, where you had to answer more questions about your question.

So as I was waiting for the speaker to get to my question, I was starting to get a little anxious.

Anxious that he was going to get me to commit something that I didn't want to or say stuff that I didn't exactly want to share in front of 150 people.

And then ....

It was my turn.

I got the microphone (which was an easy thing for me now)

And this was our conversation

Him: Jennifer, in order to re-enforce commitment, you first have to commit to something.

Me: Well what do you mean?

Him: Name one area that you would like to commit to.

Me: I don’t want to commit to anything

Him: Yes I know.

And by this time I’m thinking. Dammit commitment. I can't even commit to those 24 month phone contracts. Seriously they like ask you for money every month and there are exit fees if you want to exit early. Its like jail.

Him: See the reason why you haven't committed to anything, is because there hasn't been anything that you have ever really wanted.

Me: hmmmmmmm (shite)

Him: If you don't want to commit to something for yourself, then why not do something for your family?

What is something that you really wanted to do?

blah blah back and forth and we decided that I would commit to take my entire family over to Japan next year on a ski trip by Jan 2010.

But see that conversation was so much more than just that.

I walked out of there, thinking, what in my life have a I truly ever committed to?

And what would my life look like if I gave something 1000%.

I mean we all talk a big game, but how many of us actually live that?

It was a huge wake up call for me. A real big smack on the face.

Then like 4 days later, I was smack sick as anything in hospital, which gave me a lot of time to think.

Before that though, when I got home, I got out my journal and started writing out a list of things that I would 1000% commit to.

No excuses. No turning back.

I wrote out a list of commitments that I would eventually integrate into my daily life.

And you know which one was the biggest one for me?

Its about boys, so your going to love it.

Ok here it is .. don't laugh. Or do. Whatever.

"To date only men that are emotionally available who have the potential to become a long term boyfriend".

Now it seems simple right?

I mean what is so hard about writing that commitment.

Well its a lot harder, when you didn't even know that you were a commitment phobe or that you were going after or attracting emotionally unavailable men.

But I committed to that.

That’s one of my main commitments. And so far I have lived up to that.

As part of the commitment formula its also important to re-enforce that with immediate action.

So right then and there I like write down a list of people that I needed to cut out of my life, because they just weren't what I was looking for.

And I did it. I cut them out of my life. That night.

And can I tell you, it was one of the best most liberating feelings in the world.

See I used to think that committing to something, would create a whole new world of fears.

I always thought, hey if you commit to something, there are things that you will be required to do that you don’t want to do.

Therefore if you commit to something, you expose yourself to more fearful situations.

But here is the thing.

When you just commit, burn your bridges .... you shed all doubt within you mind.

Because there is only one option now. Forward.

There is no sideways. There is no backwards. Just straight ahead.

Committing sheds your fears, gives your clarity and puts you in exactly the right direction that you need to go.

You should all try it sometime.

Thoughts?

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Thick…

The air is thick and hot and hangs like the moss on the trees outside in the moonlight.

We lay on our backs on the crisp white sheets, listening to the fan above us.

Thud. Whoosh. Thud. Whoosh.

I pray for the air to come down from the high ceiling or a breeze to move in off the water.

The crickets sing through the fan's chorus.

Slowly, I reach over to tickle the lower part of his belly, watching his reflexes and the muscles tighten as he tries not to laugh.

Absently I continue, running circles around his navel with my fingertips.  

He sighs contentedly and I move up and down lightly tracing lines along his thighs, around his belly, never touching his cock.  It's a game we play and it takes no time before it is reaching for me, begging me to wrap my hand around it.

But I don't.  Not yet.  It's way too much fun to have him squirming.

I'd make him beg if it weren't so damned hot.

Finally, he begins to squirm and turns toward me, poking my hip with his long, hard cock.

I laugh and begin to protest about how hot it is but he is over me, running a trail of precum down my belly to the cleft of my pussy.

I try to open my legs but his are on the outside holding them together.

Slowly he begins pushing against my lips, until the head of his cock slides against my clit, but no further.

Braced above me, he grabs my hips for leverage and grinds his cock slowly into the cleft, the lips sucking on the juicy head as we both begin to sweat.

Him from the heat; me from the swelling in my clit, the tingling in my toes....

He reaches up for my arms, leans over to kiss me and releases my legs, sliding into my cunt as I cum.

Just in time for him to fuck me.

About the author: Storm

Ambient Storm is one of the web's most read female sex bloggers and a finalist in the 2005 "Best Of Blogs" Awards. Her motto is "My real life is ALWAYS hotter than my fantasies."


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Counteracting the “Princess Myth”


Class is now in session!!

In my last post, I explained the itch that I have been feeling lately to reconnect with my teaching roots, and decided that I would kick off this week with a series of posts on teaching and/or raising feminist daughters and non-sexist sons. I'd like to discuss one of my very favorite books that expose children to a different type of princess than what they typically see in many of the mainstream books and movies regarding princesses: "The Paper Bag Princess". 

I think that the whole princess culture is pretty stupid, if you ask me. The castle, the prince and the fluffy dress have never appealed to me in the least. Someone once told me that she was going to put a curse on me so that when I have children that I will have little girls who worship the princess cult. Well, I most definitely hope that will never happen because it's something that I refuse to tolerate. The only princesses I want anything to do with are the bad ass little princess who knock the knight down and steal his horse. Or men who dress up as a princess.

"The Paper Bag Princess" is a great book to read to children, adolescents, and even adults in order to have discussions regarding the princess myth. It's also a great book to have discussions with boys and males about respect for women, selfishness and patriarchy in general. Let me tell you a little about "The Paper Bag Princess", if you haven't already read this classic book:

The book begins with a beautiful princess who wore all the pretty princess clothing and was of course betrothed to the handsome prince. One day, a mean dragon flies into the kingdom, burns everything down and kidnaps the prince. The poor princess is left with nothing, not even clothing, and she uses a paper bag to dress herself before she sets off to find and rescue the prince. 

The princess arrives at the dragon's castle and ingeniously devises a plan to outwit the big, bad dragon. She appeals to his ego (yes, HIS ego..) and persuades him to huff and puff and show her how big, bad and strong he is. The dragon soon grows tired of his huffing and puffing. Then she convinces the dragon to show her how fast he is, and the dragon zips all around the place to demonstrate his speed. Finally....the dragon collapses from exhaustion and the princess swoops into the castle to rescue the prince.

Immediately after she beats down the door and saves the day, the prince begins to criticize her for the paper bag she is wearing. He says something to the effect, "Princess, you have ashes all over you, your hair is messy, and you are wearing a silly paper bag. You need to clean yourself up before you marry me!"

And what do you suppose the princess did??

Well, she kicked him to the curb. She tells him, "You know what, you fuckhead?? You don't appreciate anything that I did for you. You are USELESS!" (My summary is obviously an adult reconstruction of the children's book, but she really did tell him that he was useless).

My favorite part of the story (besides her telling him that he was useless) was the ending when the princess skips off into the sunset. Instead of the "happily ever after" bullshit, the book ends with: "The princess didn't marry the prince after all". 

I absolutely LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this book and highly recommend it. I have even read it to adults when I have trained teachers, and they love it. You've got to have it on your bookshelf. If you only have boys, you should still read this book to them because there are many productive conversations that can be made regarding the prince's behavior. You can buy the twenty-fifth anniversary edition here.

Additional Resources:

Just because I am on the topic of princesses, there is another really great story called "The Princess Who Stood on Her Own Two Feet".  It has a similar theme--the prince doesn't accept a princess because she is too tall, too smart, and the list goes on and on.  You can also check out some additional non-traditional princesses in the Bad Ass Femmes store.

For some of you adults who have been trained that you need a man to take care of you, maybe some of you need to read this book to beat that princess ideology out of your heads--Prince Charming Isn't Coming: How Women Get Smart About Money. Stop sitting around and waiting for a future prince to save the day. You're a grown ass woman, for Goddess's sake!

About the author: Wicked Bitch, Latina Fatale

Latina Fatale is a sexually liberated Latina and left-leaning political radical. She writes about her sex life, the unconventional sluts of the world, as well as women who have bucked political and social convention. She's been in a very unconventional relationship with a male for the past twelve years. She dates other people while he chooses to be monogamous to her.


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Class is in Session!!

Lately I've been feeling an uncontrollable itch to get back into touch with my roots in teaching. Although I'm currently in the field of educational administration/management, I have been a teacher at the elementary and middle school levels. As all good educational administrators know, that itch to get back into the classroom never quite goes away. If you are glad to be out of the classroom, then you more than likely were a crappy teacher who shouldn't have been in the classroom in the first place, and definitely don't need to be in charge of a school site or school system. 

Working as an administrator in an urban school setting has its challenges, which includes working with a variety of people with different views, including some conservative people. As an administrator, I have publicly stated that I am a feminist a few times and the majority of people actually look at me in shock and/or awe. (Administrators are obviously supposed to be bland, boring people who don't have a life and don't rock the boat). 

I have a position that many other people in the institution would love to have, so I've decided that it is in my best interest that most people know the least amount of information about me, including some of my political views. Everyone knows damn well that I'm a political leftist and feminist, but I've decided to be selective in what I publicly say. I have begun to learn that the less I say, the more leverage I have because people don't know what to expect from me. Not to mention that it is often quite irritating and a major buzz kill to discuss feminist issues with a bunch of women and/or men who tend to buy into the traditional notion of gender roles. 

So I have decided that I will scratch my itch here on the blog, and kick off a couple of posts about teaching and/or raising children from a feminist perspective. I tend to get on these rants with certain topics, so let's see how long this will last. (Remember when I was on my Frida Kahlo kick? Well, I'll get back on that bandwagon sooner or later!). I'm most definitely not a mother, so my posts will be more from a teacher's perspective as to which resources are out there for parents who would like to raise strong, independent, and confident daughters as well as non-sexist boys. 

Stay tuned for my first post tomorrow about my favorite children's book that turns traditional gender roles upside down and provides an independent role model for little girls. Maybe, just maybe if you're lucky I'll even have some give-aways because I've got tons of resources that I have refused to give away over the years. 

Now, pardon me if I excuse myself because I've got a feminist agenda to spread. Knowing the perverted circles that I run in, some of you will probably expect me to be cracking the ruler on your asses to keep you in line. I just might do so, if you're lucky!! 

About the author: Wicked Bitch, Latina Fatale

Latina Fatale is a sexually liberated Latina and left-leaning political radical. She writes about her sex life, the unconventional sluts of the world, as well as women who have bucked political and social convention. She's been in a very unconventional relationship with a male for the past twelve years. She dates other people while he chooses to be monogamous to her.


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Bad-Ass-Bitches Videos of the Week


I just had a friend who discovered that her husband was cheating on her. Needless to say, he isn't going to know what hit him after she gets through with him. This post is inspired by her situation and is dedicated to her getting the best possible revenge on that womanizer! 

Bust Your Windows-Jazmine Sullivan: You just don't fuck around on some women, or they will make your life miserable. They'll bust the windows out of your car, etch their initials in your brand new paint job, spray paint your expensive art collection, poor red wine all over the house, break your wine glasses, throw all your vintage records around, and give you a big ass headache. 

Ese Hombre-La India: If you know salsa music, then you know that La India is one bad ass salsera. One of my favorite songs by her is "Ese Hombre", which is nothing but a long string of shit-talking and insults aimed at a man. Even if you don't know Spanish, you should learn the lyrics so that you can learn some insults--here are the Spanish lyrics. This is what she is basically saying:
"That man that you see over there-who appears so gallant, so attentive and so arrogant, I know him well. That man that you see over there-who appears to be so divine, so nice, only knows how to cause suffering. He's really annoying...a stupid ingrate... egotistical and sneaky... a vain clown...inconsiderate and stuck-up... full of jealousy...insecure of himself..."

Pardon my translation, as I am not a professional translator. You get the point. Anyhow, enjoy!

P.S. Thanks to Femina Prudentia for reminding me about La India song!! 

About the author: Wicked Bitch, Latina Fatale

Latina Fatale is a sexually liberated Latina and left-leaning political radical. She writes about her sex life, the unconventional sluts of the world, as well as women who have bucked political and social convention. She's been in a very unconventional relationship with a male for the past twelve years. She dates other people while he chooses to be monogamous to her.


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Every Strong, Independent Woman’s Worst Enemy Just Might Be Another Woman


I didn't want to have to write this post, but apparently I am going to have to. I never want to be the type of woman who bashes or betrays other women, but lately I have been sick and tired of women who hurt other women.

I'm officially stating for the record that the people in this world who have hurt me the most in my life have been other women. Female colleagues, former friends, family members...you name it. I've carried around this naive "female solidarity" idea for way too long, and I am officially ending my belief in that nonsense.

I'm a bad-ass, take-no-nonsense woman. All ambitious, intelligent, confident and assertive females probably know exactly what I am talking about when I state that other women can be our worst enemy. Fuck the glass ceiling--other insecure females who attempt to maim, lame and "do us in" can be much more damaging than any man or glass ceiling could ever be. Insecure, petty and passive aggressive women just can't take a strong, successful woman and will try to do anything in their power to tear her down.

I will save my frustration and details for a later post. In the meantime, I have been poking around online and buying some books pertaining to this topic. I plan to continue on with this topic, because I am sure that it is something that most assertive, ambitious and confident women can relate to.

I initially started this blog to document my search for and life-long love affair with bad-ass women. I've always loved the stories of the whores, renegades, rebels and wicked bitches of the world. If you dig just a little deeper, you'll find that most of the rumors and myths that circulate about these women are bullshit.

Some myths were crafted with care by the women themselves (a much needed skill for all bad asses), but other myths and rumors were started by other people in an attempt to discredit, oppress or hurt strong women because they more than likely didn't fit into someone's boring little box. Femina Prudentia delineated a perfect example in her guest post about Jezebel; many of us have been taught that Jezebel was a whore, but we can't recall any whore-istic escapades that she had.

I've always thought that it is even more damaging when another woman is the one who is spreading rumors and discrediting strong women. I mean, hell, I expect it from insecure men, but I would love to believe in that ideal notion of sisterhood. So now I am on a quest to shed a little insight into these bitches who attempt to hurt and hold down strong, independent women.

A few weeks ago in the bookstore I came upon the book Woman's Inhumanity to Woman. I admire the author for her courage to write a book that she suppressed for over twenty years out of respect for that feminist cultural myth of sisterhood and solidarity. The author raises some interesting points in the book about indirect aggression between women through the use of rumors, gossip, social isolation and all such nonsense. I haven't yet finished the book.

Coincidentally, I came upon the "Odd Girl Out" movie on television last weekend. The movie is once again about indirect female aggression and bullying between adolescent girls. I figured that I would also buy the book to see what it has to say, and the book just came yesterday. So far, it's pretty similar to the previous book that I mentioned with a specific emphasis on adolescent girls.

And, just because I sometimes get fanatical when I am studying a topic, I also decided to get the book "Mean Girls Grown Up: Adult Women Who Are Still Queen Bees, Middle Bees and Afraid-To-Bees". The book just arrived today and it looks similar to the others, but with an emphasis on adult women and possibly indirect aggression of females in the workplace.

I was raised by a feminist mother to be a feminist myself. My mother came through the feminism of the sixties and the seventies and taught me that sisterhood and solidarity with other women is of utmost importance. I believe this and practice this with all my heart. But my mom also taught me that my worst enemy would be the envy and jealousy of other women who will want to hurt me and hold me back because they are too scared and/or weak to be a trailblazer themselves.

I think that we need to start having more discussions about the damage that women can cause to other women in addition to our discussions of patriarchy. In the meantime, let's all start slapping the shit out of these bitches who try to muzzle and box some of us wild women into a menagerie.

About the author: Wicked Bitch, Latina Fatale

Latina Fatale is a sexually liberated Latina and left-leaning political radical. She writes about her sex life, the unconventional sluts of the world, as well as women who have bucked political and social convention. She's been in a very unconventional relationship with a male for the past twelve years. She dates other people while he chooses to be monogamous to her.


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