From The Desk Of

Mrs. Liam

I had really bad hair the day I met my boyfriend’s wife.

While extravagant hotel lobbies opening onto warm wave-crested Hawaiian beaches create a sense of luxury, they also create… frizz.

Ten months I’d waited to meet this woman. Ten months I’d anticipated what she’d look like, sound like, act like. Ten months I’d wondered what would make a woman allow her husband to have a mistress.

More than allow… Support.  Encourage.

Sign the girl’s rent checks.

Who was this woman?

The day before, I was flown first class to the isle of Maui, chauffered to an opulent five star resort, and shown to a private suite. I was supposed to order any spa services I wanted, lay by the pool, enjoy the ocean, and occasionally entertain the man I loved whenever he found time to sneak away.

Meeting his wife was something I’d thought I wanted. I’d requested it, pushed for  it, thought it would give me clarity. To finally put a face and personality to the name I knew so well would be extraordinary. To satisfy my curiosity about the woman my boyfriend chose to spend his life with would be cathartic.

But as I waited by an enormous bone white pillar, listening to the tide rolling out and eyeing every woman who strolled remotely close, I began to panic.

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“Never be ashamed of a scar. It simply means you were stronger than whatever tried to hurt you.”

A MISTRESS is a long-term female lover and companion who is not married to her partner; the term is used especially when her partner is married.
The relationship generally is stable and at least semi-permanent; however, the couple does not live together openly.
Also the relationship is usually, but not always, SECRET.

There is an implication that a mistress may be “KEPT”—i.e., that the lover is paying for some of the woman’s living expenses.

Mistress (lover)

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Sex and Shopping

To anyone following, you know Liam’s and my sex equipment was stolen recently.

This past week, I received an assignment. I had to go to and create a wishlist.

I had to replace everything I’d lost… gags, blindfolds, insertables (Liam prefers glass because he’s visual. I prefer glass because I’m classy ;-) ), vaginal speculum, anal speculum… as I’m typing this list, I’m realizing how vulgar I sound and suddenly I’m reluctant to finish.

I’ll say this much. I’d never even HEARD of some of the devices he listed. And once I looked them up… holy hell.

He meant business.

I’m not much of a shopper. That particular girl-related strand of dna is missing from my genetic makeup. But I’m good with deadlines.

When he called me in the morning and told me I had to email him the wishlist that night, I didn’t have much of a choice.

I settled in to shop. Crossing one thing off my list after another. I didn’t have the best mindset going in… I was replacing merchandise stolen on my watch, so I felt pretty shitty about it.

But selecting turned to comparing. And comparing turned to browsing. And browsing turned to…


Who knew? I’m a shopper! Extreme Restraints did for me what The Gap never could.

I actually spent ALL DAY on that damn list. Discovered a real penchant I have for sucking toys. And found this amaaazing looking toy called a Butterfly vibe. It stimulates your clit when activated by a remote control. It’s attached by a harness.

I am VERY excited about it.

I also included a couple pieces of furniture on my wishlist. I did NOT expect Liam to purchase these, and I even put that in my email. For starters, we don’t even have ROOM for things like these.  They were each around $500, and the only reason I put them on the list was to show Liam what type of thing I found sexy.

One was an upright pole to be bound to, as you’re made to cum.

Very hot, but wickedly impractical for my current housing situation.

He intimated he has a lot of the stuff from my list already in his and his wife’s private collection.

Here’s what’s troubling. He mentioned purchasing a few things outside of my list, and when I asked him how much he spent, he said, “Not that much. $1,600.”

Sixteen hundred dollars???

Is he kidding?

Now I feel really guilty. Who does that? Clearly, I’m dating a mad sex fiend. Casanova’s addiction meets Lex Luthor’s budget.

The gifts are to be arriving at my door any day. I’m not sure what to expect.

… But I’ll keep you posted.



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