Monthly Archives: July 2008
More fun places I’ve done my shots
That would be in the butt, Bob
Back stage at a Death Cab for Cutie concert at a major venue. Not that I have any “in’s” just that happens to be where the first aid station was as well as the ONLY clean well lighted place we could find.
Women’s room at a fine dining establishment.
In the airport parking lot. In the pitch black – with only the dim over head light, or at least it seems dim when you are trying to load a needle. On the other hand, it also felt like a glaring spot light with every one else who was getting off that flight walking by….
Friends bathroom during an intimate dinner. That was also the time we decided he should never again have 3 martini’s before giving me the shot. “Ok. Reathy?” (shoulda clued me in but it didn’t) “Une..” *stabs needle half way in. Pulls it out* “toooooo” “What the hell? Why did you pull it out?” “I dint stick you yet.” “Yes you did!” “No I dint!” “Then why is my ass bleeding?” *blink* *blink* “O. Sorry.” We had to let them in on our little secret as they were all sitting at the dinner table wondering what happened to us, then listening to this exchange.”
Filed under Trying To Breed
Too tired to write about it
Too tired to write about it
Life in the fast lane haszzzzzzz…..
Two quick questions here before I doze off in a puddle of my own drool. The first being obvious from the title – How do you deal with working when all you really want to do is doze on the couch.
Or the recliner.
Or the bathroom floor.
Or the stairs.
Or any where really.
I can deal with the morning sickness – put food in mouth. Early and Often. Realize you are only going to feel like you are going to throw up. Probably won’t actually throw up. Even if you do, it won’t make you feel better. And what ever you do – don’t walk by the 21 year old’s open bedroom door. No problem.
But the extreme sleepies? And I have three hours of session time in the dungeon today. Three hours. In heels. On physically and mentally. Being creative, witty and calculating. Really? I’ve no idea how I’m going to make it through this. Any suggestions?
Filed under The Spanking Factory, Trying To Breed
Chickenpig2 on D is for DominationYou are definitely as much a therapist as a sex worker, although being a therapist would require investing in a whole new wardrobe, not to mention an office with a trickling water feature, soft new agey music, and maybe a fish tank. 
braving_ivf on D is for DominationProof of how complicated we all are. Physical/emotional/mental stuff all collides sometimes. I'm confident they both felt well taken care of, even if it wasn't exactly how they expected to be taken care of when they arrived. 
tzzw on D is for DominationI'm not kidding: 80% of my sessions are like this. Self care! Have fun at Disneyland! :) 
dipitie on D is for DominationWow. You really do have a tough job. You are closer to a therapist than you are a sex worker. 
Lynn Lacroix on The Other Women: Lynn Lacroix, part deuxThanks for sharing my story again, Mona! It's funny. I wrote it, but I still get turned on reading it.