And now for something completely different.

She shoots, she scores.

Now, I ask you, what could possibly be sexier than athletic and passionate Canadian women's hockey players, shamelessly celebrating victory with cigars and beers?

To hell with you, stunted and stuffy IOC officials. These women are everything that empowerment, joy, and fun should be. Seriously.

Oh, those wacky Malaysians.

I'm so torn.

So it seems that, for the first time, Malaysian correctional officials have caned three Muslim women for having extramarital affairs. Perhaps as a response to public outcries over recent charges against another woman who was "caught" drinking beer, Home Minister Hishamuddin Hussein said he wanted to publicize the case of these three women because of “too much hype” over the earlier case.

"People are saying that no woman has been caned before," he was quoted in a recent Christian Science Monitor report, "(but)today I am announcing that we have already done it," adding that the women 'didn’t suffer any cuts or bruises' from the caning.

Yeah, sure.

With the exception of a thin apron tied around the waist, the subjects are nude. Under the supervision of a medical officer, their wrists are then bound to the upper peak of a A-frame while charges against them are read aloud by officials, who then require the recipient to verbally repeat and confirm the punishment they are about to receive. Up to twenty-four full-force strokes to the buttocks are then administered with a rotan jenayah, the larger of two varieties of rattan canes used in Malaysian corporal punishment. Those supervising make certain that the ends of the canes make contact with the body, allowing for maximum effect. The trained caners are paid RM10 Malaysian ringgit (about $3 Canadian) for each blow they deliver.

Then, is this where I stand on the soapbox with a pro-feminist T-shirt and defend the socio-sexual rights of women (well, anyone, really) to explore their bliss without fear of physical reprisal by the proponents of organized religion? Again?

Or is this where I stand next to a St. Andrew's cross with my jackboots and tell those Malaysian coppers that a good caning should be part of a decent extramarital affair, and not a punishment for one?

Decisions, decisions.
sigh

Sunday comics.

...continued from the previous installment...







from Slutgirl

A little horseplay.

Kara: *slurp on your shaft*

Me: Mmmm. Exactly what I need.

Kara: Might need to do a double slurp tonight ... Me on top of you, you thrusting into my mouth ... Me dripping down your chin ...

Me: Nice... I love coaxing your clit until you cum.

Kara: Coax?? A second cum might need to be coaxed, like some shy filly... But the first one's in the gate waiting for the starter pistol ... :P

Me: Keep that up and I just might show up with my riding crop. ;)

Kara: Hmmm ... *whinny* *snort* ;)

Me: Ha! ...Tell me why you enjoy head from me so much.

Kara: I love your tongue swirling on my clit ... I especially love you sucking on me ... It sends me right over the crest and tumbling into blissful oblivion ...

Me: *lik*

Kara: But what's JUST as important is that YOU love giving head ... It means I can just relax and enjoy and not wonder how YOU are doing ... And because you are so pro-fantasy, pro-kink, I've also come to a place where I just relax into delicious fantasy ... guilt-free ... And enjoy. So, my love, why I enjoy YOU is partly what you do, but also partly who you are and how you express your sexuality ... And how you encourage me to do so as well.

Me: Meow. I totally encourage you. Safe to say you're looking forward to seeing me tonight then? ;)

Kara Um ... Yep!

Decadence and pleasure.

As you read this, my pet and me are enjoying Madagascar vanilla lobster bisque and applewood smoked chicken supreme with orange and cranberry gastrique at Biagio. We're enjoying an excellent wine. Soon, we'll decide between the chocolate creme brulee or the citrus cheesecake, and then we'll casually make our way back to my home, to my bed.

I've always enjoyed Valentine's Day, and often have used it as an excuse (as if I needed one) to spoil both my lover and myself senseless. Even in leaner times, I've learned the wonders that can be created with basic homecooked meals, a few candles, and warmed massage oil.

And Kara's definitely getting a little spoiled lately. Recently, I took her to her second playparty, for which she donned an excellent lingerie ensemble that the birthday faeries found for her. She started our evening's fun with giving me some excellent and serendipituous head, and the playparty went even better than her first. She later confessed that she had wanted to suck me again at the venue, but alas, the poor thing was just too exhausted after the submissions she had been subjected to during the evening's fun.

Later this week, she'll attend her third, and for that evening's pleasure we recently acquired a delicious corset and rubber skirt set along with some very adventurous shoes for her. "Momma Anna," our Northbound saleswoman with a rich and glowing attitude, has since become an interesting figure in our kink headspace, as her exquisite skills have left a pleasant and lasting impression on us both.



Hey, baby. I love you. It's such a pleasure to have you in my world; to spoil you rotten, and then to spank you for it. I adore your articulate senses, your vibrant spirit, your calm and open being. You're cool. Introducing you to new saucy depths and shameless living has become a joy for me, and I'm so pleased that you're embracing and celebrating with me, beside me, my hands at your waist.

I still think of the first kisses we shared in the lifeguard chair that night as we listened to the lake and the kids strumming guitar in the sand below us. I still think of the limitless laughter we shared as we cheered the bats on, watching them amid the moonlit trees around the cottage.

Being with you gives me such pleasure, and I enjoy sharing my strength and adventures with you. I enjoy you. I look forward to the necklaces we can fashion from the pearls, both white and black, that we'll take from the oysters of our future world.

This Valentine's Day, I fully intend to take complete and shameless advantage of you.

But first... enjoy your creme brulee.

Even ex-callgirls get the blues.

The scene: A trendy coffeehouse in the University of Toronto campus area.

She's a young, robust, longhaired light brunette dressed in black skiing wear. Her hair is tight on her head in a topknot, and she's slightly distraught as she chats on her cell to a supportive friend.

Coed: "... So, right, he just wasn't where he said he would be when he said he would be... so, you know, he's just so not boyfriend material, I guess. ...Yeah, it's a shame, cuz, you know..." sniffle

There's a pause when her supportive friend must remind her of something amusing, because suddenly she giggles.

Coed: "Yeah! I know! It's a shame I wasn't still seventeen, cuz I coulda charged him for it!"