Good morning!



  Hello, my lovely people! 

I have returned from Scotland and am therefore back to blogging.   I have nearly a thousand pictures to go through and edit before I share them with you.

Scotland was absolutely gorgeous, both in the scenery and the people.  They were absolutely amazing and, almost to a person, extremely generous and helpful.  There were a couple of rude asshats who should have seen my foot in their ass but it wouldn’t be our planet if those people didn’t exist, sadly.  

The rudest people of all were other tourists – deliberately walking into your shot (while you have the camera raised) because they are oblivious to any but themselves.  I have to admit to a few hours of such obliviousness myself but, for me, that was about pain and trying to function while in so much pain I’d have happily let someone sedate me with a brick to the temple.  

The trip was tremendously difficult on me.  It has affected the MCS hugely, although there were many places that weren’t as bad as we thought they would be.  I have to tell you, though, now that I’m back in the clean, safe environment that is The Boyfriend’s cottage – my stuff reeks.  It was like walking into a perfume counter while trying to get my laundry out of my suitcase.  My pain conditions were the most affected though.  I was taking dilaudid every 3 or so hours while tooling around Edinburgh and still, at the end of each day of cobblestoned and unevenly paved roads, I was an automaton putting one foot in front of the other.  I was pulled, pushed, nudged and often cajoled (and nearly beaten once or twice lol) by Val just to keep moving.  

Thank the Gods for Val.   She was an awesome travelling companion and a great caregiver.  She is one of the besties and definitely lived up to every reason she is one while on this trip.  I really, truly, wouldn’t have gotten through it without her.  I had a panic attack while at The Witchery (a fantastic, if pricey, restaurant! If you are ever in Glasgow or Edinburgh [the one we visited] you should make a reservation) and one on the plane home and she managed to diffuse both – even if she did use a medicinal aide for the second one.  *laughs*  

And I have to say that Bruce and Dorothy at Dorwil Cottage in Blackburn were absolutely amazing.  They went to great lengths to try to make sure the cottage was completely safe for me.  There were still problems but the cottage was lovely and adorable, it was much safer than any hotel could ever hope to be and it was fantastic to come home to a home, rather than a hotel.  I will be posting about them first.

I brought back a bunch of stuff.  I am amazed at how much money I actually spent and how my I could have spent.  

  • 7 books
  • 6 articles of clothing
  • 6 pieces of jewelry (3 of which were bought by Val as gifts for me, including beautiful opal and gold earrings)
  • 2 boxes of shortbread
  • 2 packets of cat treats (uh… yeah… we brought treats back for our cats)
  • a condom (hehehe)
  • 2 bags of candy
  • 2/3 of an enormous chocolate bar  (*coughs*  It’s Dairy Milk WholeNut – the nuts being hazelnuts/filberts, my favourite)
  • 1 large macaroon treat  (they press coconut into a bar then enrobe it in chocolate, bloody fantastic, very rich)
  • a fuzzy Scottish cow (yep, seriously)
  • a statuette of a blacksmith for The Boyfriend
  • varying train tickets
  • one pass for almost every historic site in Scotland
  • a box of chocolate penguins
  • And one gorgeous tattoo 😀

I think I’m forgetting something but that’s okay.  

My Moo

My Moo

While I was gone, a wonderful blog, called In the Pages of a Good Book, hosted me as a guest blogger.  I am completely remiss in waiting this long to talk about it.  Sorry, Beckey.

It was for the Shades of Pink project, which, sadly, has only raised $607 so far.   That is a great figure but it is nowhere near as good as it was last year.  Kallysten believes, and I agree, that with all the “donate to fight cancer!” requests on FB, in other places online and in your face in malls and shopping centres that people are burnt out and don’t want to see another damn fundraiser.  I completely understand.

HOWEVER!  You’re not just donating blindly here.  You are also getting something out of it.  By visiting the above link (click on “Shades of Pink project”) you not only donate to a good cause, you get a fantastic book.   I started reading the stories before I left on my trip and we have some amazing authors.

Beckey, over at, invited me to talk about my contribution to the book.  You can find it here.  Be sure to check it out and check out the rest of her blog too.  You get an excerpt from my post and you just may find some other really good reading material as you look through her blog. 

It’s time for me to begin the somewhat daunting task of sorting those pictures.  All 978 of them.  (Val took around 1,500… I’m glad I’m not sorting those).   I will begin sharing my pictures with you very soon.

Have a wonderful day!


By the way, the above picture of me was taken in a toilet stall at the the Keflavik International Airport in Iceland.  It had really good lighting. 😉

Shades of Pink 14

It’s October and you know what that means!  Leaves turning, pumpkins being carved, rugrats in costumes knocking your door down.

It’s also time for events raising money for breast cancer awareness. I am pleased to once again be a part of…

bedding sheets and pillow sleep bed

Lovely, isn’t it.

 For today I will give you, verbatim, the promo info Kallysten sent out to all the authors involved.  

As you may know, October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Last year, the first Shades of Pink event raised over $10.000 through more than 1300 donations

For our second year, 22 authors have allied for 1 cause: fundraising for research. Their gift to everyone who makes a donation? A romance anthology (ebook) titled Shades of Pink (volume 2), totaling almost 150.000 words / about 400 pages as a PDF.

The suggested donation is $5. Funds are raised via and all proceeds go directly to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation. Readers can also donate to the charity organization of their choice (with a focus on breast cancer) and email their receipt to receive their copy of the anthology in either PDF, ePub or mobi (kindle).

Who: Catherine Bowman, Mitzi Calderone, Vivien Dean, JJ and TA Ellis, Sabrina Garie, Nina Day Gerard, T. Hammond, Susan Harris, Laura Hunsaker, Kallysten, Amara Lebel, Alicia J. Love, Deelylah Mullin, C. Deanne Rowe, Cynthia Sax, DJ Shaw, Alice Stark, Ashley Suzanne, Gill Taber, Natasza Waters, Zoe York, Angela Yseult

When: Now through November 15th.

What: 22 short stories, including…

  • 4 paranormal, 1 sci-fi, 11 contemporary, 1 historical, 2 military, 3 BDSM, 2 YA (some stories have more than one genre)
  • 3 spicy (ménage or kink), 7 sexy (explicit sex scenes), 12 sweet (no sex)
  • A couple of vampires, about three dozen humans including soldiers, geeks, teachers, librarians, writers, survivors, bosses, rock stars, teens, mages, wives, husbands and fiancés, 1 succubus, 1 genie, a few aliens, some werewolves and other shifters.
  • Pink, pink and more pink, including tattoos, plenty of flowers, precious stones, jewelry, a bookmark, a drawing, ropes, lingerie, a car, a bag, a vase, various clothes, an anteater and a squirrel.

Where: Kallysten’s blog

Here you’ll find links to teasers for the stories, interviews of the authors and blog posts during all of October, a FAQ, and of course the link where you can donate and help this worthy cause.

As you can see, there is quite the variety of stories available here.  

A pink anteater??   I have to read that one I think.  And the one with the pink squirrel.  Plus the ones with the soldiers.   I like soldiers.  My story, of course, falls into the spicy category.  Would you expect anything less from me?

Maybe next year.

I will be doing a guest appearance on In the Pages of a Good Book on October 7th.  I will be talking about my inspirations and how I wrote the story and I will include a blurb.  You can also find Beckey on Facebook here and on Twitter @InThePages

I spoke about my story in an earlier post, here, and that’s pretty much how the story turned out.  I have noticed that I am becoming less and less a pantser and more a planner.  I can’t outline every detail of what I’m writing but I seem to be able to stick pretty close to an outlined plot – at least for the shorter stories.   It’s been interesting to see how my writing style is changing.  

But that’s a whole other blog, isn’t it?

On to continue the preparations for my trip!  Down to the last few days now.


Something Creepy

The seasons change on Monday here and we are finally back in the cottage full time.  We are delighted to be here and, as a bonus, totally fascinated by a few things.  

I have several blogs to share with you and two weeks to write them in.  I am leave for Scotland two weeks from today.  I am THRILLED.  I will be writing a few in advance, especially of the Shades of Pink persuasion. 

That book, in which you will find a story about my Beta and Enforcer from the Highland Wolves pack, is now available. 

You can find the book here at Kallysten's blog.

You can find the book here at Kallysten’s blog.  

Our fascination stems from the presence of some very determined spiders.

Last spring there were a half a dozen spider eggs.  Do you know how many spiders are in the eggs??  For this particular breed it’s anywhere from 100-800 eggs.

We killed as many as we could because, frankly, spiders freak me the hell out.  They’re fine in the garden but we don’t need 600 and 4,800 spiders running around here, no matter how many don’t survive to adulthood.  Right now there are at least a dozen very large ones that we know about.  One of them is Rose.

We found Rose in the Rose of Sharon tree at the base of the deck steps.  She’s very clever.  Very pretty and creepy as hell.   

Rose started her web here.

Rose started her web here.

And remained there…

She likes her home.

She likes her home.

So much so that she constantly rebuilds her webs.  In fact, I found this tidbit of info and can totally see it.

Large, vertical, orb-shaped web is usually built at least a few feet off the ground amid shrubs, trees, tall weeds, fences, buildings, etc; they are opportunistic and will use whatever “framework” they can. Though the actual orb of the web may be only a foot or two in diameter, the tether lines can be 6 feet in length or more, depending on where the web is situated. Web may be attached to buildings in urban and suburban areas. The spider may either reside inside a retreat at the periphery of the web, or occupy the hub (center) of the web, hanging head down. A signal thread may connect the retreat to the hub of the web for alerting the spider of prey. The spider typically eats the web every night, recycling the proteins and water and using them to re-build a fresh web.

I caught her at it this morning.

And then there’s Phil.  No, I don’t know why I named him Phil.  

There’s a maple tree, probably twenty years old, just off the deck.  Phil built his web between the deck rail and a branch at least ten feet above it.  It totally freaked me out when I saw it.

He, himself, was the size of an apricot from leg to leg (to leg to leg to leg to leg to leg).

He, himself, was the size of an apricot from leg to leg (to leg to leg to leg to leg to leg).

Oh, and you see that weird thing at the top of the picture that looks like a leaf with a silhouette of a crouching spider on it?  Thats’s because it IS a crouching spider.  That little bugger zip-lined from that leaf to the top of the patio umbrella.  Scared the shit out of me.  The Boyfriend says, “Get a broom and sweep it away!”  Meanwhile, I was already out of my chair and running slowly backing away in sheer terror total respect.  I yelled in a screechy voice informed Peter that I could not do it.  He came out with a broom and swept the porch down and, unfortunately for Phil (for whom I had great respect, master builder there), cleared out every spider.

Thereafter, I had the heebie jeebies, imagining an army of spiders marching on us in a fury.  

Yep, I have a vivid, whacky imagination.

One last creepy thing and then I’ll be moving on.

Looks all horror movie-ish, eh?

Looks all horror movie-ish, eh?

I found this tree at the reservoir near my home.   That’s a whole other blog.  

Have a good evening and I hope your Monday is wonderful.  


Life and Kink

I am feeling unreasonably good today, so far. (eyes are bugging me a bit but I’ve figured out that’s a chem exposure) I am not arguing with the good feeling but I am cautious about it. I got back on the elliptical today after 2 days of walking (and three trips on the stairs and, I grudgingly admit, a week of bad habits). Yoga is coming along nicely – 12 seconds for the plank! – and I’m feeling good about how Scotland is going to go.

I am so looking forward to the trip! There is so much to see and do that I have had to start working on our itinerary now. lol  I have made two restaurant reservations for us – one for tea and one for supper.  

We are having tea at the iconic Willow Tea Rooms in Sauchiehall Street.  The place looks absolutely beautiful and it just pulls on me.  Plus, they have gluten free items!

And for dinner I selected a place that also called to me (and Val said looked yummy):  The Witchery in Edinburgh. We will be eating in their Secret Garden room.  Isn’t it gorgeous?  It’s a powerful place.  The restaurant itself is about 40 years old but Castlehill and the Royal Mile have long, long histories and I am looking forward to seeing the city.  Val & I agreed we should have an elegant evening of dining and I think we will definitely find it there.  

Both places are looking to accommodate my food issues too.  Love the Scots.  So friendly and so willing to bend over backwards to ensure you’re happy.  

I have also tried to book us a meditation room at a place in Glasgow’s Merchant City called Ladywell.  Unfortunately, as they’re looking to do renovations (or, ghastly, may be closed), I couldn’t book yet.  I marked the date in my calendar to try again though.  

Eager?  Me?  Nah.

There is so much to do, so much to see!

Also going (semi) well, is the Shades of Pink story.


Yeah, because that will help.  Nevertheless, if you are under the age of majority, you probably shouldn’t be reading this blog anyway.

BDSM features heavily in this story – bondage, forced orgasm, orgasm denial, impact play (flogging, spanking, etc) and D/s – and I am enjoying writing it.  I have two beta readers at the moment who are calling it swoon worthy and HOT.  So, I’m going to share this piece with you that I shared with one of them yesterday.  (Don’t worry kitty, you’re getting it today, when it’s done.)

Chelle’s hands were tied together at the head of the bed, her ankles had a spreader bar wedged between them and her ass was in the air.  That same ass was also on fire.  It was so hot she could imagine it was bright red with the fire of it.  There were stripes on her back that made the heat from her ass crawl to the base of her neck and stripes on her thighs that sent the heat to the backs of her knees. 

The heat was pain from the toys he had used on her.  Marcus had told her what each one was before he used it, trailing them over her back.  A flogger, three different paddles, a tawse – something she remembered from the classroom.  It was a long strip of thick leather divided down the middle and, second only to the flogger, it was her favourite.

No, she amended to herself, my favourite is the Hitachi. 

Marcus was being evil.  Every time she was good and accepted the punishment he was doling out, he would pause and touch the Hitachi to her pussy.  It was the strongest vibrator that had ever touched her.  Sometimes he used his fingers to fuck her and bring her to mind-blowing orgasms that made her scream into the bed.  Sometimes he didn’t.  It was in those moments she cursed every breath he took.  And that was what she was doing now. 

Chelle was bound so tightly she couldn’t move, couldn’t escape the torment.  She had long ago decided she’d rather have the pain than this.  Her jaw ached from grinding her teeth together to keep from swearing at him.  The last time she cussed him out he’d brought her to the brink of orgasm then taken the vibrator away and brought out the paddle that hurt most. He was rubbing the Hitachi lightly over her – up her inner thigh from her right knee, passing over her pussy without touching her clit, up the crack of her ass to touch her tight hole there.

Marcus chuckled when Chelle bolted forward at the feel of the vibrations there.  “I bet you didn’t know it was so sensitive, so open to being played with.  Did you, my pretty pet?”  He pulled the vibrator away and chuckled again as she moaned.

“I’ve had anal sex before,” she ground out, panting with the effort not to cum.  Sometimes he gave her the freedom to come as she wished while he tortured her pussy but this time he made a point of telling her not to.

A flare of fury and disappointment whipped through him and Marcus paused for a fraction of a second before getting it under control.  He made a decision right there that no one else was ever touching this woman and he set about making it so that if anyone tried she would compare them to him and find them lacking.  There was no way she was leaving this room without him firmly entrenched in her heart.

Marcus put the Hitachi down and turned to the long box on the dresser.  He reached inside and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps with a chain between them then knelt on the bed.  He undid her wrists, leaving the cuffs on them, and helped Chelle to her knees.  He was pleased with the noises she was making – an odd combination of whimpering and growling he found endearing.  There was lust and murder in her half closed eyes and her lower lip was puffy where she’d been chewing on it. 

“Rotate your shoulders and stretch them out,” Marcus commanded.

Confused, Chelle opened her mouth to ask why.  She closed it again at the steel in his eyes and just did as he asked.  She reminded herself that she had trust and faith.  Then she moved to settle her bum on her heels and realized that the spreader bar wasn’t going to be comfortable.  So she stayed upright and did as she was told as he got up and moved behind her.

Beautiful isn’t it?  Obviously, editing is a must, but as it stands right now, I’m hoping it’s panty dampening (or cock thickening) and sets your pulse to racing.  If not, I’ll just have to work harder.

I have some dishes to do before I can keep writing.  I was inspired here and I had to do this before I lost it but the dishes are weighing on my mind and making me fidgety.  

Weird, I know, but what else could you possibly expect from me?


Shades of Pink 14

Hi there!

Long time no see!  

Yes, I know.  *hangs head*  It’s my fault.  

Between having my head stuck in learning HTML, finishing all but the last two pages of the website (one of which I need CSS and/or Joomla for, not quite sure which) and being sick – thank you, Girlkid! – my blog has been neglected.  I am so sorry.

Here I am, though!  And I have news.

I am going to do Shades of Pink 14.  I think I may have mentioned this before but I have begun work on it.  I had a hell of an idea based on a conversation with a friend of mine.  Well, Kevin being Kevin inspired it.

Kevin is a Gorean male.  Slave-less, girl-less, but a Master nonetheless and a very good friend of mine.  He is one of my Guardians and I love Him dearly.  We were talking one day and it suddenly occurred to me that an American Master should meet a Canadian girl.  

I got to thinking about it…  Long distance relationship online – Skype, IRC, Facebook – all briefly touched upon; like we’re walking into the middle of the relationship.  The story would come in after they’ve made plans to get together, on the day they’re going to meet face to face.   She would arrive in Pennsylvania, go directly to a sister slave’s house to be prepared for her meeting with him.  

The meeting would take place in a fetish club.  She would be cleansed and dressed and then put in stocks.  From there he’d come in and… well, that’s where I ran into trouble with putting it into Shades of Pink.  I think there is an acceptable level of ‘graphic’ and I think that would cross the line. I’m not sure the public is ready for Gorean sensibilities. 

So, I’m going to put Marcus and Michelle from Highland Wolves into their own  short story.  One where they fall in love… or rather, acknowledge their love for each other.  It will be a BDSM laden story stronger than that shady story but still skirting the edge of socially acceptable.  I may colour outside the lines because, really, social acceptability is pushed all the time.

Here are my notes for the story so far:


–          Marcus & Michelle are hunting Bernhard because he’s a trouble maker and a runaway. 

–          Bernhard is hidden  a dive pub named The Dragon

–          The two Wolves are doused in perfume to hide their Wolf scent (iffy proposition, bear sense of smell is insanely good)

–          Get trapped in dingy hallway, kiss and end up wrapped up in each other, further polluting the air with scent of lust

–          Bernhard heads out to the alley to deal with ?

–          Followed by Marcus, Michelle heads out front

–          Deal with Bernhard – subdue, chain, drive him to neutral ground to hand off to clan

–          Following day Marcus confronts Michelle about her response to his touch

–          Tells her to meet him at the hotel.  If she does she will be submitting to him from the moment she crosses the threshold until he releases her.

Opening:  It smells like urinals, stale smoke, unwashed old men and beer stains in carpet.  Overlaying it all is the stench of some kind of boiled meat.  Michelle, bathed in perfume of her own, wrinkled her nose and prayed the smells would help keep the Bear from figuring out she and Marcus were Wolves.

I like the first two sentences.  They came from a complaint from a friend of Peter’s; she was at a meat auction.  My version is less run-on 😉

Have a good night, folks!