Things I’ve learned so far from Airbnb’ing

Most people are good.

Most people aren’t comfortable being completely open about their sexuality.

People shed like crazy. I sweep that floor daily and get a huge pile of hair, debris, dust, dirt, etc. It shocks me. This isn’t a brothel. People aren’t constantly in and out. I can’t say how many people are here for each guest but it still amazes me.

Most people are clean.

People like to be left alone. Which I get.

So yep. That’s it. Not that interesting I guess.


So far I’ve only had one pillow stolen that I know of. I’m not doing a daily inventory but a cursory once over really. So there may be more but overall it’s been good. So truly grateful.

This house. My business. It’s all I have in the world of material value….and I can’t imagine losing them. So even if this is the temporary way to be able to do that. So be it. The real goal of course is my girls….but if I start thinking about them I’ll cry. Soooo. Yea…… No.

Freezing Bath 2.0

This morning I stared at the bathtub full of cold water for 5 full minutes, not a drop of warm water went into it. Was I really going to do this? I was already cold standing there looking at it in my warm fuzzy bathrobe.

I haven’t been sleeping or eating much these last few days and I have a full day ahead of me where I need all the mental focus and physical energy I can emit.

I knew I couldn’t hesitate. I was just going to have to do it and not think about it. I straddled the bathtub and felt the freezing cold water skim my bare ass. Ok… “go!”

And I dunked my bottom in as quickly as I could and followed it with my upper body. Surprisingly it only shocked me the initial moment I got in. Once in I acclimated quickly. What I thought would be a few seconds lasted a few minutes; to where I was actually starting to relax and even enjoy the cold water caressing my body.

I got out and stood with the towel draped around me shivering a few minutes. Then quickly I started to feel not a rush of energy but a slow clarity and focus. Like my body and mind had shifted into “lets do this” mode.

Cold baths…… where have you been all my life?

Red Room Manual 1.0

This manual has to cover a lot. It will be a work in progress. Bear with me as it has to cover a wide range from first timers to very experienced Kinksters.



(Excuse my potty mouth….you should be over 18 and I doubt you’re ears are that virginal…lol)

Absolutely no skat, urine and/or blood play…period!

Must have a safeword and safe gesture in place before play

I like yellow and/or holding up two fingers (pointer and middle) for “slow the fuck down” and red or holding up one finger (pointer or middle works too….lol) for “stop immediately…right this fucking second; unquestionable”.

What can I say….sometimes your mouth is full.

Stay safe… can set boundaries ahead of time. That makes for a better overall experience. I would talk about it for 15 minutes first…look at all the toys, talk about them and then play….safely and please don’t break my toys.

You are allowed to have one lingerie from closet if desired. If you want more they are $10 each. Leave money on table before checkout. (Thanks)

I will be adding things to this book, safety tips and how to’s.

If you are new to this please do not push too many boundaries. I know you may be excited but safety first. Choking is one of the most hazardous aspects of BDSM, so if you do not know proper techniques DO NOT play this. Safety first!!!

If you are not in a committed (tested) relationship, USE CONDOMS, do not exchange bodily fluids.  Beyond just herpes, aids/Hep C…no bueno!!



For beginners: (you animals go to town!)


St Andrews Cross! (WL Style)

Play safe!  There is rope in drawers and you can use the handcuffs from the spreader bars on bed.

Spreader Bars!

Be mindful of neck.

Be SAFE please my pets and have fun!!

No one will know.

Age and consent is all that matters.

Bareback Sex

God I LOVE bareback sex. I do. It’s just better. I hate that STD’s exist, but….unfortunately… they do.

For some reason I’ve had this on my mind a lot lately. I guess it’s the Red Room. The manual I’ve made for it. It’s rather vanilla right now. It is a work in progress, but I am adding some safe sex tips and I supply 3 condoms per stay.

I wonder how far I can take it. Maybe I should have separate manuals. One for vanilla to not scare them too much and one for more daring, willing to experiment kinksters. I mean it can all be found online anyway. So really. Lol.

Hmmmmm. Don’t know.

I’d love for guests to upload to twitter pictures of themselves using the room #wlloveshack* but we live in such a sexually suppressed world. I don’t get it. I really don’t. I could go off on a huge tantrum right now…..


Ok. Here goes!!!

So. It’s how I feel about digestion too. How your digestion works or doesn’t work can literally be killing you. Yet we don’t talk about it. I ask my kids “how’s your poop?” They’ve stopped looking at me weird, because they know me and what I do for a living and they are starting to understand the importance; somewhat at least.

Same goes with sex. Sex is a big part of who we are…how we identify.

How we navigate within the realm of our own deep sexual needs and desires based on our psyche and unconscious impulses. This is important!! It’s important for our overall health to understand this part of ourselves and accept it and heaven forbid I know… “relish it!”


Unconscious ….yes…. these things were probably cemented long before we gained a real understanding of what sex even was. So to try to attach logic to something that we don’t have full comprehension (sometimes) of why we are drawn in the first place seems asinine.

I mean sure. If you want to put in the hard work of finding out why you are who you are…..great! If you want to try and change that. Ok. Fine. If you aren’t harming anyone that seems stupid to me but whatever. Who am I to judge? Another option…..option A I think is that you can just accept it and find a place of comfort in that. Find your tribe!!

Whatever you’re into there are others into it too.

Age and consent people and SAFETY FIRST!!! Right? Or am I wrong?


*maybe I should be careful for what I ask for. lol. Don’t know. So far my house has been treated with the utmost respect. The room has been used. I just find it so funny. It all gets put back together exactly how it was. To create the illusion that it hasn’t been used. Don’t get me wrong. I love it. Less work for me. Win/win.

Except I hope….I just wish…we could all just own the fact that sex is fun and feels good and it’s good for you and that these simple statements could be commonplace knowledge and that within that there could be full acceptance of everything sex can encompass. Laughable. I know. It is not that kind of world. Yes, yes……hellishly judgmental place that it can be.

Ugghhhhhh. Fuck it!!!

I’m flying my flag. I just wish everyone could fly their own flag proud and strong & plus….who doesn’t love parades?


Answer me one thing?

How many lives have you got? In which one can we can love and accept ourselves completely; if not THIS ONE?

I don’t need anyone’s permission to be me. And I definitely don’t need anyone’s permission to love that person.

Have I missed something somewhere?

Head Space

So if you’ve read this blog in depth you’ll see I have other outlets for my writing. I rant on Medium (currently down). I also write a spiritual blog on Blogger. Except I’m getting tired of switching between them. Lol. (Sorry just funny, because I like switching sexually…get it….anyway.)

Woke up thinking how people use triggers to get into sub/Domme-space. I suppose you can extrapolate that to any use really. It’s the idea of it; of using signals and clues and actions.

And the minute my consciousness woke up today it immediately hit me. God-space. I’ll try to explain how I specifically mean that. God-space is pure love. (I’ll give you a moment to remember a time you felt overwhelmed with pure, blissful, torrential, deep love.)

Kind of like the space you are in when you look at someone you love, a beautiful sunrise, feel the soft touch of someone’s adoration. It’s that softness in your eyes, that tenderness in your heart that paints the works a different hue. It’s a feeling that makes you feel so alive and tingle with energy and yet so fragile you could break. Hard to explain. Maybe if you’ve ever been in an old church that has this intense pulsating energy. It’s palpable. Or in a place full of strong prayer and song. It’s hypnotic. It’s overpowering.

So anyway. Those particular things have triggered me into the space. It’s hard to maintain though. Really, really, really hard…..but…….just like in Domme space or sub space. Couldn’t one use triggers?

Maybe I’m wondering does tantra incorporate spirit and sex. Maybe that’s why my mind draws to that so much. We’ll see. Anyway. Can’t go around having sex all day. Although I know it isn’t all about sex. I hope it’s not a religion. God I hate those things. Not the people in them. Not the places. Not the spiritual aspect. Just all the dumb rules and structures. God doesn’t care. If you want to do it and it means something to you and your offering it as service to God. Great. But God doesn’t NEED any of that. Good only needs you to act in love. God only needs you to live by your heart.


What would God be in terms of power structure? If we put God in top and Evil beneath. Lol. Or what’s the power play and why? That’s a funny question. I’m not awake enough to even know if I’ve made any sense this morning.


My whole point was to say that maybe I can use the triggers I’ve already found to stay in God space?

(Note to self……





Acts of kindness

Sex (? I don’t think it’s questionable)

FIND MORE Practice as often as possible. Rinse and repeat. Um. Yea. Fasting can be dangerous if not done correctly. I just happen to like to use it for detox and spirituality. That’s my warning. Use condoms if not in a committed relationship where you’ve been tested. Right? Herpes is one thing and Hep C/AIDS is totally different.)


Wait no. Not practice more sex. I’m not propositioning anyone. I need to get out of bed. This going to sleep at 4am is getting funny. It’s noon and I have morning grog. It’s barely morning still. Lol


Up. Get up!!!

Lol. I have visions of a nice cup of tea waiting for me in the mornings. I’ll get there. Don’t ask me how. Technology is great and all…but real human contact is sooo much better.

He fell to his knees

This was a bit ago but to this day I can not stop grinning like a little kid on the way to the ice cream parlor.

I had just gotten out of a devastating break-up. One of those stupidly painful ones. The kind you don’t know if you’ll ever crawl your way out of that deep dark pit from.

I was a good clip out of that and feeling decent not back to my 100% but overall pretty good. At the fair it occurred to me to have a custom license plate made. They’re dirt cheap there and I LOVE the fair. I always like to buy something to remember from it.

My custom license plate said

“Single & Loving it!”

And I owned it. Every ounce of it. I mean. I kind of had to. It was on my car in public display. Lol

So one day on the drive home from work this car next to me (passenger side) is trying to catch my attention. I look briefly to find a dark haired beauty of a specimen of a man smiling at me. My age. Nice car. It’s LA. Even I used to look. Not that it impressed me but in LA a car does gauge the person fairly accurately…in more than half the cases.

So anyway. He smiles. I smile. He waves. I wave. He motions for me to pull off. He supplicates with his hands. Hmmmmmmm

I was intrigued. What was he thinking of saying to me? What was he going to do?

I bit.

I motioned yes and I led us to a parking lot off the freeway. I got out and he rushes to my side. Not trying to scare me just falling over himself in excitement. It was rather cute.

He looked at me and we struck up an easy conversation. Don’t ask me what we talked about. Less than 10 minutes into the conversation he kisses me. It was nice. We kissed an appropriately long amount of time. A few minutes. Considering I don’t even know this person. Te he he.

And as soon as our lips disengaged he fell to his knees before me. I had a visceral reaction of startlement and he apologized. He said he had never felt anything like that before. To which I couldn’t roll my eyes because he was just so purely earnest about it. But I could honestly say nothing. I was confused really. What does one say?

Now….all this time later. I can own that space so much better and growing into it more and more. To fulfill this I do need a playmate though. One of my choosing: of course. Don’t put words in my mouth. I hate that!! So many things guys in my head. I feel a huge rush of energy. This is new to me. I feel the energy. Like a thumping. I can’t explain. But I feel you there. All of you.

Anyway. Look. Everyone gets to chose. Right? And unfortunately it doesn’t mean it’s mutual or that it can work. I’ve fallen down that rabbit hole too. I think we all have. It sucks. Yea.

Not to say you shouldn’t try. Anything worth having requires a tiny bit of work and effort. Some of your greatest achievements didn’t just fall in your lap. Right? Anyway. Mine didn’t. Usually. Still don’t. I work my ass off. (Thinking of work and friendship and even love). And I’ve hit A LOT of doors. One literally slammed in my face (old boss). Anyway.

Honesty – Billy Joel. I’m listening to that right now. Gonna dip my head in the water. (Maybe goodnight)



Oh yea.


So we both had places to go. That’s why we were driving in the first place. Right? Lol

We exchanged numbers. He asked me several times if it was really my number. Yes yes. Pre-cell. I know. The dinosaurs and I had a blast. 😝

I knew as soon as I got home something was a little off with him but I couldn’t put my finger on it. It wasn’t nefarious whatever it was. I knew that much.

Very soon he called as I assumed he would. And the very first thing out of my mouth was “are you married?” Having gone through that badness there was no way I was going down that beaten to death path. He stalled and hemmed and finally admitted he lived with a girlfriend.

“But I don’t love her. But or relationship is on the rocks. But……”. I hung up with him within less than a minute. He kept calling. Until finally he stopped. I had to stop answering my phone completely though. (No caller ID for those that wouldn’t understand why. Lol)


From my generation to my youngest child so much has progressed. Science. Technology. And yet the world is just as fucked up if not more than ever really. And if anyone thinks they can possibly contradict me I want them to go look at the Texas sizes island of plastic floating in the (Atlantic? Sea). Cockroaches that we are on this beautiful planet.

Oh sorry. Did I offend anyone? Lol

I know. I just called myself a cockroach. And I HATE cockroaches. Although have you seen the viral video of the pet cockroach? Crazy. Making a cockroach kind of cute. Which is a total brain-spin for me.

Why not? Just don’t expect me to have any pet cockroaches. I only collect angels. 😉