Awesome Week!
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Posted:Jun 17, 2016 12:46 am
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Monday: Adult SlipnSlide with my Bi-BFF and Her Hunky Boy Toy (BBFF and HHBT).
Tues: Strolling to Observe The Bittersweet Beauty of State Street
Weds: Sex Positive Potluck (SPP with dear friends including BBFF and HHBT, funnawanna* and the SPPL Posse of Local Poly(amorous) People.
Thurs: Kasidie (best swinger and couple-friendly website) Couples Uncorked with BBFF and HHBT. Got a phone number from a new potential (single!) female friend who prefers women. Yahoo! And met a lovely Hispanic couple from Kasidie. She squirts milk! I gave up before she gave it up but BBFF made it happen! Saw kittystrummer both naked there, too. Beautiful! Though the party was billed as a Meet & Greet, in the perfect environment of the hostess's playroom surrounded by candlelight on every side, it became the kind of free-for-all I most enjoy...everyone in the room involved and physically connected to more than one person.
Fri: Another rendezvous with funnawanna?
Sat & Sun: A few more first dates with Possible Partner Candidates? Auditions are open.
Sun: Dinner with my beloved !
* Kinda funny about how I lured the female half of funnawanna (FHFW) into the group playroom. I promised the delightful female of the pair that I would make sure that someone was always licking her pussy. And, since she was trying to beg off due to being tired, I said, "It's okay if you fall asleep! We will not take it personally and will just figure you need a nap." With that offer, she was in!
During our playtime, I took a break to bring champagne and water to FHFW . But I refused to take a break from fucking her partner to make sure she continued to receive positive pussy attention.
So, imagine this...I was bent over, being fucked from behind, walking slowly across the room with her partner's dick attached to my pussy (my friends described it afterward as some kind of weird centaur) to recruit more candidates to lick her pussy so I would not have to release his cock from my pussy.
BBFF and HHBT said "No!" They were busy giving loving attention to the party's hostess. But, thankfully, in our sex positive posse, we appreciate single guys (unlike swinger events that only allow single women) so it wasn't too hard to find a willing pussy licker.
So, yeah, did you have a more awesome, sexy week than that?
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The Lure of Fly Fishing
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Posted:Jun 16, 2016 12:30 am
Last Updated:Jun 19, 2016 12:54 pm
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"The Lure of Fly Fishing" is a blog title I dreamed up while walking along State Street, slightly buzzed from a beer on a near-empty stomach. I had something incredibly insightful to share but I don't remember exactly what it is now.
Since I'm rarely at a loss for words, and have, in fact, been called a blabbermouth, not so much for talking too much but for oversharing others' secrets, well, here's one possibility:
Err, I think I was thinking about how online dating offers infinite possibilities. Maybe the next one I meet will be The Perfect One.
It can make it so that fly fishing --the casting of the lure, reeling in and admiring the catch-- becomes an end in itself. And, of course, in fly fishing, one tosses the fish back so that the fish is available for the next fly fisher (wo)man.
Here's another possibility I may have been pondering as I strolled State Street the other day.
My number one has listened with interest to my stories about dating. He last dated more than 40 years ago. He told me about a mid-life Santa Barbara woman who decided to cast her reel for the right long-term partner. This intrepid woman took fly fishing lessons and then booked herself a stay at an expensive fly fishing resort in Patagonia, Argentina. There she met a man --from Santa Barbara!-- fell in love, got married and lived happily ever after. If they've since divorced, I won't let him tell me that part of the story.
Last thing on my mind about fly fishing...some very dear friends gave me an opportunity to catch the fire. Mostly, I caught river grass. And an occasional old boot. But still I am attracted to The Lure of Fly Fishing.
So maybe that's what I meant when I recorded the idea "The Lure of Fly Fishing." Or maybe I meant something entirely different since Siri transcribed it as "The Lord of Fly Fishing."
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Adult Slip-n-Slide
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Posted:Jun 15, 2016 7:58 am
Last Updated:Jun 17, 2016 12:11 am
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Often, my imagined sex parties and trying to act out my fantasies fall short of how incredible they are in my mind.
With my Bi-BFF, her hunky Boy Toy and one other couple, I enjoyed my first real orgy, where five of us were involved all at once rather than the usual pairing off, just a few weeks ago. (See My First Orgy )
Monday night my BBFF and I tried another first --Adult Slip-n-Slide-- in a slightly-larger-than-usual kiddie pool indoors using warm Nuru Gel. Nuru Gel is normally used for the slippery Nuru Massage (which I've actually never experienced).
My BBFF and I slipped and slid, groped, kissed (Nuru Gel, made of seaweed wasn't bad tasting) and laughed. A LOT.
Then the Boy Toy joined us for a romp and we both slid around on him!
If the gel gets tacky, add a bit more warm water. I suspect this sexperience will be even more fun as the summer heats up.
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The Bittersweet Beauty of State Street
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Posted:Jun 14, 2016 6:50 pm
Last Updated:Jun 17, 2016 12:13 am
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I've cruised Santa Barbara's nine or 10 block main drag, State Street, for 36 years now. While a student at UCSB, I had one unfortunate puking in the gutter near Head of the Wolf (now a Starbucks) after imbibing too many Margaritas during the annual Fiesta event, but, mostly, my downtown SB experiences have been positive.
This afternoon State Street was busy, filled with shopping tourists and locals heading to the Farmer's Market. It felt good to be out strolling my town with my little Kasidie.
Kasidie ( who has the same name as the couples-friendly swinger site I prefer; tell them couplescoach referred you when you sign up) makes people happy. People grin when they see her six inch tall body with the long back and her lively, tail-above-her back walk . She, like me, walks like the owns the world. Often, people stop us, pet her and ask what kind of she is. I tell them she's a "Dorkie," which is a Mini-Dachshund/Yorkshire Terrier cross.
Unlike Kasidie, at 54, I feel invisible...except to the hawkers of expensive eye creams. I look just prosperous and just wrinkled enough to be lured into spending hundreds of dollars on miracle creams. I take the free samples, thank them kindly and walk on. 30-some years ago I remember that the swing of my hips turned heads.
Such is life.
Today I sampled half a dozen fresh shucked Pacific Coast oysters at Kanaloa Seafood (an institution that's recently moved to one block off State and opened a cafe). They were delicious!
Then I walked on to Natasha, the women's clothing store I've been visiting for 30 years. I reminded the owner Natasha of that fact. Back when my ex-husband and I ran Victoria Street Theater and I'd pick up her ads for the movie flyer mailed out to patrons, I lusted after her soft fabrics, striking colors (that suit my complexion) and interesting styles that drape beautifully on a mature woman's body. I couldn't afford them back then. Now Natasha's clothes are what I choose when I wear clothes. Here's what I was wearing from her store today:
Walking back down State Street, I noted that State & A, a former once-a-week after-work hangout for my ex and me where we'd enjoy a Tequila Sunrise and nachos, has been replaced by The Benchmark, an expensive eatery where I've been exactly once when one of the partners gave me free passes for drinks AND dinner. I had a great time there groping my Bi-BFF. We embarrassed our waitress.
If I'm going to eat well, I walk just a block up to Opal or Jane, two long-standing locally owned restaurants, slightly less pricey, that are rarely less than excellent in fresh flavors and presentation.
The bittersweet part --besides feeling invisible as what the French call "une femme d'un certain age"-- was seeing all the "Going Out of Business" signs. I counted eight just on one side of the street. Business death makes me sad because it's the end of someone's dream. Those dying are almost entirely locally owned retail stores which will sit vacant until they are filled by a national chain.
Do we actually need a Starbucks on EVERY block?
Nonetheless, Santa Barbara's main street remains beautiful, clean and filled with flowers, plants and happy people. I recognize that I'm privileged both to live here and to enjoy the leisure time to stroll, eat and observe.
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Help Wanted: Media Marketing slave!!!
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Posted:Jun 13, 2016 12:47 pm
Last Updated:Jun 15, 2016 5:26 pm
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Here's an ad I intend to post on my local craigslist board and perhaps in the Domination category on a paid "back page dot com" ad.
Domina seeks media marketing slave
I will give a command and you will "make it so" for my website and Facebook marketing.
First command: Amuse me.
Second, tell me how you will earn my trust in your capability to launch my new domination product via Facebook and other online sources. Without meeting in person, you will have no more than 15 minutes in which to convince Me you are worthy of My attention. Include how much time you have available to devote to My needs over the next six months and how quickly I can expect you to respond. You need not be local to Santa Barbara but if you want to meet in person, rather than a skype domination session, you will need to meet wherever I happen to turn up. See locations below.
Third, you will have no more than three minutes to tell me exactly how you, my pet, would like to be teased on the edge of desire, gently tortured or humiliated as your reward. Keep your language respectful of my role as your proposed Mistress and Supreme Goddess. And make it super easy for me. I'm not a Techie. I'm a Domina.
So, RIGHT NOW!!! Send me a brief email that amuses/intrigues and tell me which medium (webinar, skype, phone, Facetime) you suggest for our first conversation and what are good times for you. You may include your email address and a photo of yourself. Do NOT bother telling me your fantasies. I don't care about YOU until you are My skillful, willing slave.
Me? I'm Mistress Angie. Based in Santa Barbara, I am a Domina with a dozen years experience and many happy subs who can tell you how sweetly wickedly I am. You need not live in SB but if you want an in person experience for your reward, you'll need to meet me in one of the cities to which I travel regularly: Palm Springs, Altadena, Lancaster, Fresno, Bakersfield and the Bay Area, particularly Santa Clara.
Any suggestions?
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Bad Girl Boots are Back!
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Posted:Jun 13, 2016 12:56 am
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2016 12:49 pm
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Pulling on the tight cowgirl jeans with rhinestones that highlight my ass, I discarded the tall brown boots with the spike heel that make me mince like a at 2 am. Instead, I pulled on the mid-calf brown riding boots that feel heavy enough for a steel toe. To combat the chilly --60 degree-- weather this evening, I donned my insulated brown suede bomber jacket.
Fingers in the pockets of my jeans as I sauntered down State Street after a late-night snack and beer...
I am NOT a whiny victim of some guy who done me wrong.
I'm a smart, strong, ass-kicking woman.
And then I gave my leftover 3/4 pizza to the young guy whose eyes were whizzing back and forth twice as fast as his body swayed.
And I wished I knew how to do more for him.
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Free at Last!
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Posted:Jun 12, 2016 9:10 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2016 1:45 pm
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Free at last. Free at last.
Thank the Goddess I am FREE AT LAST!!!
I've turned a corner. I've stopped hoping The Unavailable Guy would miraculously become available. He's now afraid of me. I don't know exactly what provoked paranoia.
I mean, I've stored tons of dirt (and naked photos) I'd never reveal. I've not engaged in any of the "crazy ex" stalking behaviors (that I'm embarrassed to admit I've done before when relationships ended): did not drive by his house, un-friended him on Face-you-know-what, didn't ask mutual friends about him, didn't discuss him endlessly. (All right, my gal pals might dispute the last one but they're my friends so they put up with my long-lived obsessions.)
Considering my proclivity...
I've been a REALLY GOOD GIRL.***
***What passes for me as being a really good girl means INSIDE I've been a nasty, bitter bitch but I haven't revealed his identity or told our acquaintances anything about him that they didn't already figure out for themselves.
So I pat myself on the back, pat him on his cute backside and kick his fuckin' ass out of my dreams.
It may take a while for my subconscious to get the message that my conscious mind has already received:
"Angie, he is not for you (stop) He does not respect, appreciate or love you (stop) And, baby, you know you deserve better (stop)"
Just STOP.
I don't know why I've finally rounded that bend. I'm embarrassed that's it's taken me so long to get unstuck. I don't really believe that stuff about "half as long as the relationship to recover" but that's the sum of it. Six months to recover from a year of up and down, elation and misery.
Now, six months free of sex with him and I feel released from wishing he were different. And from wishing that he loved me.
Most importantly, I'm free of wanting ME to be different SO THAT he'd love me. It's painful letting go of dreams.
I live for and adore fantasy. I imagine the details of a sex party vacation, see it in my mind's eye, savor it, THEN I NEVER HAVE TO LEAVE HOME. It reminds me of this line from Jonathan Franzen's "Purity: A Novel":
"In terms of an experience, seriously contemplating a murder was almost as good as going through with it, and the added advantage of not entailing risk. Between prison and no prison, no prison was clearly preferable."
To "escape" for responsible adults requires work. We finish work projects, check the oil in the car (or our passports and airline tickets), toss the weird leftovers in the fridge, kiss the beloved doggie "adios" (maybe the , too) . Next we actually travel to where we're gonna "get away."
Then arrives the heartburn of exciting, spicy and unfamiliar food...
Needing Tums encapsulates my time with The Unavailable Guy. He will remain a fantasy that is just not worth the effort of getting there. Because he's not a partner in the journey. At the end, he told me there's a tastier, newer version of Tums.
Letting it all go now and hoping that my dream state will follow suit.
Because I am, truly, free at last of dreaming while awake about what could be.
Waving bye-bye,
Angie
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P.s.--Hang in there with me because next I'll write about a new LA Sex Club, what I enjoyed there and my next fantasy FUCKFEST...which I may actually make happen.
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Dating Disaster: Just Give Up?!?
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Posted:Jun 5, 2016 8:11 pm
Last Updated:Jun 17, 2016 8:05 pm
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I'd eagerly anticipated the first date with a local guy who is a non-fiction writer who'd just written his first novel.
I'm pretty good at interviewing people, asking them about themselves, but I get tired of it. Recently, I've begun waiting to see if men ask me any questions. I've had men leave a first date without even knowing what I do for a living.
Writer Guy talked for 15-20 minutes about the process of writing his novel because I was genuinely interested and kept asking questions. He talked about the novel as a baby, asked me if I had . I said I have boy-girl twins who've just turned 21. He said, "So you know about how protective we are of our babies" and he turned the conversation back to his novel as a baby.
He tried to guess my degrees from UCSB and UCLA. He guessed wrong. When I said I'd studied political science and Latin American Studies, he turned the conversation back to his who'd studied political science, gone on in law and was trying to start a practice in Santa Barbara.
Because my profile on Tinder mentions that I'm a sex educator, he did ask me how I got into that. I related a brief snippet of my story and about my plans for future IP (intellectual property) products. He tried to tell me about those. I said decisively, "No one gets rich from books or webinars. My expectation is to secure for consultation at a higher dollar."
Though we agreed that the woman needs to lead for a couple to try something new, he started to tell me that how women are so "fierce" in their protectiveness of young that they can't take a risk sexual exploration until their are off to school.
I objected. I said it's really about time and energy.
I said, "You're drawing upon an old biological model of women as needing a man's support and protection when they have young . There's research that says we're all more naturally polyamorous. Check out 'Sex at Dawn.'"
He interrupted me and said, "I've interviewed 50,000 people..."
"About sex?" I interrupted.
"About everything," he said, continuing, "I go in there not knowing about them before I ask questions..."
I interrupted, "But you are basing your opinion on your cultural context. The very questions you ask..."
He interrupted me and said I hadn't listened. I complained that he had talked for 20 minutes at the start without asking me questions. "That's pretty common for men to do. They talk about themselves, thinking that's how to impress a woman. I'm pretty clear that I like someone who asks me a question to let me talk about myself." (At least I'm clear about that. I listen but I hope also to have someone be interested in me.)
"I asked you several," he defended, "Well, I'm sick of how women think they can say whatever they want and men kowtow (sp?) to them. That's how women are."
"You are making fun of me," I said.
He said, "If I were making fun of you, you'd know it."
"I heard sarcasm," I said. "You forget that I can hear tone of voice when you're here in person. And the number one ingredient for comedy is timing. That was bad timing."
That's when I got up, shook his hand and left. I've never done that before on a first date or any date, for that matter. I decided I'd rather be home reading the book I just started: Louise Erdich's "The Painted Drum." It's great! Beautiful use of language and images that stick in your brain.
Regarding this date, which ended just an hour ago, I'm thinking I'm too jaded and bitter...but the truth is, this guy irritated the heck out of me. As I rode my bike home, I replayed the conversation in my head and wished only that I'd thanked him for the drink. In absentia, I say to him, "Thank you."
From the first moment I saw him, I was aware that I just wasn't attracted to him. I've found from dating online for, geez, almost 16 years off and on, that men are less attractive than their pictures and women are usually more so. Such was the case with him. He was older and less well-groomed than his photos and he hadn't bothered to dress up to meet me. I don't consider sporting gear to be date dress. I was sorry I'd bothered to floss, brush my teeth and use mouthwash. To say nothing of showering, shaving, curling my eyelashes, putting on lip gloss and choosing a cute outfit. It takes an hour for me to get ready. It seems so inefficient to waste that on one guy...who will probably not be The One who Gets Me.
Geez! I have no patience any more. I (probably) won't give up. But I do need a break. That's why I say that when someone seems unavailable in online dating, it's not useful to attribute the lack of response to lack of interest in you. It's more likely that the other person is just in the low point of interest in meeting new people. I call it the ebb and flow of energy to meet new people.
No one likes a bitter woman. I'm bitter and angry. And sad. And lonely. And afraid that I'll never find ANYONE I really care about who also cares about me and wants to make me happy. I know it's pretty easy to make me happy. Pay attention to me, make it your job to help me achieve my desires, let me give to you and let's appreciate one another for our efforts.
Oh, yeah, and don't cut me off when I'm speaking. And don't stop communicating with me when there's an upset between us.
There is a reason women and men get bitter and jaded about love. My theory is that timing is the number one ingredient for successful relationships. I think the timing for love at mid-life is even more challenging. Because we bring so much baggage from past disappointments, it's nearly impossible to see the other person. We're simply battling the last man/woman who didn't understand or appreciate us.
Your thoughts?
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My First Orgy!
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Posted:Jun 5, 2016 11:41 am
Last Updated:Jun 20, 2016 9:51 am
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I met with two couples last Sunday, the first time any of us have attempted a gathering of two couples and one solo bisexual poly female (me).
I requested an opportunity to be held down and fucked by the two men in the group. I also got fucked by one of the women using a strap-on. Even wearing a blindfold, because I could hear everything, it wasn't as scary an erotic edge as I'd hoped.
What was hot (and sweaty) was the opportunity to struggle. In this very fit group, even the two women --including my Bi-BFF-- were very strong.
I've long had a fantasy of ravishment. Being ravished is an image that I've held since my year when I read a ton of bodice ripper romances. They're the ones in grocery stores and in used book stores that have the bosomy woman with full red lips who is towered over by the ripped pirate, Robin Hood-style thief or general scallywag who looks at her with open lust. And a big package.
Always a virgin, the young woman is hot-blooded and fights with her ravisher until he pushes her over the edge and she succumbs to her desire. Then, she fights with her lover again (because he mistakenly thinks she is interested in another, less buff man, often a noble gentleman) and they don't get together again until the end of the novel. When their loves reaches its hottest conflagration of heaving bosom and throbbing male member.
Silly and improbable I know, but I've harbored this fantasy 40 years without having the courage (or the trusted partners) to try it out. Since I believe in excess, and I'm a non-virgin poly slut, two couples was the perfect opportunity.
The nicest thing about playing with my friends last Sunday was that they were delighted to help me play out MY fantasy. It became a general fuckfest and, basically, an orgy of mouths, breasts, dicks and pussies everywhere you rolled on the bed with the beautiful view of Mission Canyon. (Though I've experienced group sexual situations, they have tended to fall into coupling, rather than all involved all the time...except for when any of us took a breather to watch the scene.)
Do you have fantasies you have not yet attempted? Or have you played out some of yours? What was the result? Did the reality live up to the fantasy?
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The Top 10 Advantages of
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Posted:May 31, 2016 9:33 am
Last Updated:May 31, 2016 11:30 pm
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Yesterday I was feeling a bit sorry for myself, thinking about all the fun I'd had with two couples on Sunday.
Fun? So what's to feel sad about?
After four hours of pretty much non-stop fucking, sucking, petting, stroking and licking and two hours of "get-acquainted chat," much of it post-sex, I was the only one who went home alone. (Though I know both couples from past encounters, I brought them all together as I thought they'd be compatible. I was right. It was hot, hot, hot! More about the details on our encounter, including something I've fantasized about for a long time and hadn't tried until then!)
This morning I was thinking of the friends who envy me because they'd like to dump their partners. Then I thought of all the advantages of being a polyamorous person who is single aka "solo poly." First let me distinguish the difference, from my perspective, of being polyamorous versus being a swinger. I've got nothing against swingers. In fact, one of the couples --who include my BiBFF and her Boy Toy-- identify as swingers. As swingers, they enjoy the free-wheeling environment of "no holes barred" sex parties where you need not know anyone in order to have sex. The quarry merely needs to nod "yes." I prefer deeper relationships and getting to know my sex partners on more than just a superficial level. Oh, and #1 principle of poly, aka ethical non-monogamy, is honesty.
These terms don't mean a lot, though, because I have a friendship with BBFF and BT (we met nearly a year ago and I've grown close to both of them) and I've been known to enjoy the swinger environment, like at Sea Mountain Inn, and fuck just for the fun of it, taking no names and making no promises of any future contact.
So, back to the advantages of solo poly:
1) As a single female, most sex parties are happy to have me there while single men are generally prohibited.
2) I qualify as the highly sought after "unicorn," the mythical female who, unencumbered by boyfriend, or pets, delights in bringing joy to couples in FMF 3somes. It's nice to be desired.
3) As a unicorn, I get a lot of appreciation from my coupled friends when I bring my joy and enthusiasm to play with them.
4) I never have to negotiate my plans with a partner. If I want to, I just do it!
5) I never have to have uncomfortable conversations to address jealousy or insecurity (mine or his). Having these conversations with the guy I dated in an open relationship got to be so uncomfortable, and his jealousy so predictable, that I started cheating, that is, not telling him my sex date plans until after I'd done it.
6) I get to choose if I want someone to sleep over or not. So I'm rarely awakened by someone else snoring, stealing the blanket or throwing an elbow into my nose.
7) I know that the delicious left-over Thai food I've been fantasizing about will be there in the refrigerator when I get home.*
 I don't have to clean up anyone else's mess nor do I have someone nagging me about mine.*
9) After spending time socializing and being with people, I enjoy solitude and quiet.*
10) I'm sure I'll think of one more once I post this 
* These have to do with the downside of living with someone. I'm not sure I'd choose to live with a partner again. Until Woody Allen decided "the heart wants what it wants" and ran off with his stepdaughter, I thought he and Mia Farrow had the best possible situation. They lived in apartment buildings that faced one another, close enough that they could walk to dinner together, come running in an emergency but with enough distance to have their private space/time.
10) Yep, I thought of another one. It's better to go home alone than go home with the WRONG PARTNER. For me, the right partner is the one who desires to make me happy.
If you've been single and you've been partnered, which do you prefer? Why?
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We are living in a Vanilla World...Which Turns My Face Cherry Red!
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Posted:May 26, 2016 10:35 am
Last Updated:Aug 21, 2016 12:48 pm
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Though I make unconventional choices for myself, I try not to inflict my lack of inhibitions on others. For example, this past weekend at a workshop full of "vanilla" women aka "civilians," people who are not acclimated to poly, public nudity or group sex, I wanted to go in the hot tub. I knew The Vanillas would arrive back at the house and, likely, would drop by to chat with me in the tub. My bathing suit was locked in the vacation rental house...but I had a suitcase full of sexy lingerie in my car. Doesn't every woman travel with a suitcase of lingerie? Or perhaps only professional Dominas do. Anyway...
I pulled out of the car a lovely longish turquoise bustier (with no panties because I'd lost the G-string that came with it) and decided that was good enough. They'd see my dark pubic hair in the bubbles and assume it was the lacy bottoms.
I protected their delicate sensibilities from my preference for nudity. "Good job, Angie!" I praised myself.
As a further good deed, when the woman who has had sex with TWO MEN IN HER ENTIRE LIFE complimented me and asked where I got the bustier, I gave it to her. Her 38DDs looked great in it! And I got to show her how to plump her breasts up in the cups. I stared at them longingly, knowing she was about to reduce the size, and because she hadn't invited me to adore them up close.
Then I hit the road...
A practice I favor while driving is NO PANTIES with a skirt in order to let my lovely yoni breathe. The doctor who prescribed this practice wears long, flowing skirts. I only own short skirts so I wore my jean skirt, which hits just above my knee (Not super short, right?) as I drove into Mojave on my way back down from Yosemite. I stopped at a non-chain diner, placed my order and sat down at a booth, still listening to an audio book through my head phones, oblivious to everything around me.
As I was digging into my food, a young bleached blond waitress with heavily made up eyes --thick eyeliner stripe and mauve eye shadow-- came out carrying a kitchen towel which she offered to me, whispering, "Sweetie, I don't know if you know this, but they can see...in the back." She gestured toward the cook staring through the order window. I looked up at him staring at me and then down at my skirt.
My face turned bright red and then I burst out laughing. I declined the offer of the towel but requested a "To Go" box.
Now I understand why my barbecued chicken wings were so overdone!
So what's your most recent experience of running smack into the vanilla world?!?
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P.S.--No vanilla sensibilities were offended by this re-enactment of an up-the-skirt selfie taken this morning at a local IHOP.
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In dating, how much do you reveal? And when?
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Posted:May 24, 2016 7:34 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2016 10:59 am
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I went to yet another workshop this past weekend (Please shoot me before I sign on the dotted line again. Total workshop addict here!)
In truth, this recent workshop on "Keeping the Love You Find," which is Imago Therapy (the idea that we choose partners to help us work out the issues with Mommy & Daddy) applied to singles was a healthy remedy.
In short: Become the lover you wish to attract. Which means letting go of the dream we had of past partners magically changing and meeting our needs. Sigh. I appreciated the sweetly loving ritual to send The Unavailable Guy packing.
I also met an amazing group of seven other women, plus the workshop leader. They were all blown away by the idea that I'm a bisexual, polyamorous Sex Coach They were also fascinated and asked lots of questions about sex.
In trying to figure out how I'll attract the right partners, several of the women (including the workshop leader) said I should NOT reveal that I'm bisexual, polyamorous and teach about sex. They assume I walk up to cute guys/gals in the grocery store, shake hands and introduce myself as such. But they also thought that after someone gets to know me and realizes that I'm fairly normal might help a newbie warm up to the idea of an honest, open relationship.
My profile on this site, Tinder and okcupid make it very clear what I'm up to.
My theory: Sort Faster!
There are many people out there who could adore me. Let them sort themselves OUT if I'm too much.
What's your theory on when to reveal how much?
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BiPolyBabe69
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Postcards from the Edge...of the Central Valley
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Posted:May 24, 2016 12:35 am
Last Updated:May 26, 2016 11:22 am
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Yesterday I drove in a van full of women through Yosemite. Snapshot: Half Dome and the rest of her crew are lookin' fine. Though the air was a little smokey.
As I don't read news, I have no idea where the fire was. But smoke is not the point.
The point is...I shared myself. I was vulnerable. I pulled back just enough to avoid freaking the shit out of them (I wore my bathing suit in the communal hot tub but slept naked) and (to paraphrase Sally Field)...
THEY LIKED ME. THEY REALLY LIKED ME.
Back story: It's challenging to "live an invitation to freedom." My goal is to help women and men express themselves (sexually and otherwise) without shame.
In Bass Lake over this past weekend at the "Keeping the Love You Find" workshop, which is the imago therapy training for singles, I shared myself honestly with a group of women (35-62) who, like me, desire partnership. (Spoiler Alert: It's not about "finding the perfect partner." It's about BEING the partner you desire. Dammit! More work to do on me so I don't continue to be attracted to unavailable men.)
I did NOT push my polyamory agenda down their throats. Instead, I told them up front that I'm a survivor of serial monogamy, bisexual, make my living as a Sex Coach and am inclined now toward polyamory. And that --even though I love sex-- I'm not easy. I'm a pretty picky pussy.
Anyway, at the end of our workshop, the 35-year-old woman wearing the small gold cross on her throat stood up and said to me, "I'm so glad you were here. You made us think outside the box, inside the box and realize there are a lot more boxes than we ever imagined!"
Bravo, Christian Chick!
Thank you soooo much.
Today I drove with a van-full of them through Yosemite. The darling blond from Indiana who will go in this week for breast reduction surgery (Please...NO!) said her two sisters are dying for her to bring back three tips from The Sex Coach.
So, while driving through the park, snapping photos in front of various waterfalls and talking with people from a variety of countries, I shared three ideas:
1) Have a frank conversation about mildest and wildest fantasies and note what has to happen before, during, after and three days after to keep the woman from being upset about trying something different. (It may sound sexist but women have a higher need for safety around sexuality so deal with it!) The best way to make something new and exciting happen...be part of my upcoming teleconference to discuss that topic.
2) Each in the couple makes a list of special treats s/he would like to receive. The other partner will rate them on likelihood of being willing to provide that experience. Negotiate how to make it work for both...by being part of my teleconference to discuss that topic.
3) Pussy licking tips from my Tantra Teacher, including some thrown in about kissing from "Sex Secrets from a Lesbian for Straight Men." Demo your technique for your partner on a peach or mango. Have the woman demo what she likes by kissing the man while he passively receives. And...you guessed it...learn it all by joining my teleconference.
I offered the beautiful blond (please-don't-whittle-your-38Ds), her sisters and all the other women in the workshop the opportunity to beta test with me the first round of my teleconference series:
"Monogamish: Explore the Options...Safely!"
Can't wait!
BiPolyBabe69
P.S.--Let me know if you'd like to join in the beta test of this teleconference series.
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