Let’s Hear It For New York

Going to the city that never sleeps is always an exciting venture. I imagined cocktails on rooftops, sex parties in slow motion, and finding bliss in Bowery. I'd be lying if I said none of those things happened (more on that later). For now here are some of the highs and lows the concrete jungle [...]

Lexi: Over Before It Began

Remember Lexi, My Husband's Sex Friend? She was the first woman I "authorized" my husband to explore on his own. I was curious what would come out of it, how I would feel knowing he'd be spending intimate time with her online. To be honest, it was nice at first. I enjoyed hearing about the [...]

Road Trip [Sex] Bucket List

I've spent the last two days packing for my return to Canada. It's been an emotional time, as I'll be leaving a country that became my home for the last year and a half. As well, I'll be saying goodbye to the hubby for three weeks...which, if you know anything about me, is not an [...]

Lexi, My Husband’s Sex Friend

Sitting, looking out onto the mountainous scenery, I’m struck by something. It’s a feeling I’ve never known before. It resides somewhere between jealousy, arousal and compersion. It’s confusing, thrilling, and addicting. My husband has a sex friend. I repeat to myself. An online one. Her name is Lexi. They began speaking over FetLife just before [...]

Online Dating with the Quean

 Regardless of my serial monogamy (and the terrible breakups in between), I have never dated online… That is until last January, after our first foursome – you know, after my questioned sexuality exploded into reality. Yes, I started online dating AFTER I got engaged. Ironic. I know. How did we agree on this new method [...]

I like a girl…

 I went to a bar. You know when I say that, something happened. I’m ashamed to admit that “I went to a bar,” tends to be the prologue to some very new, and intense experiences for me. This one is no exception. I went to a bar in Rennes, France with my Master. The love [...]

Les Chandelles

 My evening at the famous sex club, ParisMaster and I walked down a small avenue in Paris, looking for door number 1 – literally, that was the address. We must have walked by it three times, as it was so discreet. When we finally took notice of the inconspicuous blue door, our nerves flared. We [...]