My Lady Queer Google Maps

Hey!

I have created a few nifty Google Maps. I have embedded the one called Rachel's Lady Queer Montreal below. A list of all of my maps is available on the right and by clicking the maps tab in my google profile.

Enjoy!

Rachel O. Esplanade, forever at your service :)

View Larger Map

U Haul Alert

A good pal recently emailed me to let me know that she and the love of her life of three months are moving in together. This is not a surprise considering that:

1. Her smiling little face has not appeared on the roof terrace of Le Drugstore since the snow melted.
2. Our one-on-one Sunday brunches have become one-on-twos. (or two-on-twos when daddy blue tags along)
3. They are lesbians.

What is more surprising is that she sent me the following message no more than a week before she found her U Haul love.

My pals are always trying to set me up. What is this obsession that everyone must be in a couple? I guess they feel guilty complaining about their lovers if I'm single and, therefore, have no similar complaints :)

Ah well, if Spring isn't the season for reckless love and u haul abandon, which season is?

Rachel ***** (getting it ;)

shed 2

It has been almost two weeks since I began working out at the Y on a regular basis. And, yes, my crush on gym king will have me continue three times a week for awhile. However, today at lunch in the women's sauna I couldn't help but overhear two women with rippling shoulder muscles describe their intense workouts and equally intense crushes on their water polo coach. So instead of humiliating myself from under a bar bell I could have drowned while attempting to impress a hot coach at Contre Courant? Hmmm... barbell doesn't sound so bad after all. Water polo can wait a season.

Rachel ** (still turn red whenever I see the gym king :(

Pass the Pussy Please: Octopussy

Hello my friends,

My latest "Pass the Pussy Please" column at the delicious online smutty black heart magazine has been posted!

"I want you to wrap your cunt around my cock." Wow! Her words had me wet and my hips rocking immediately. Why is dirty talk so fucking sexy? Why does it turn me on so much to have her whisper "my cock" in my ear even if the cock in question is periwinkle blue? And how fucking hot is it that when I ask my young lover why she is rolling a condom onto said silicon member her simple reply is, "Because I want you to fuck me with it later." Sex is hot. Safe sex is hotter.

Recently, I have taken on the task of finding my true queer lady love amongst the thirty four thousand or so Montreal women who identify as bent. Of course, before the mythical "Big L Love" strikes me down, my quest will no doubt find me auditioning a number of women and, fingers crossed, a lot of pussy. Casual sex can be loads of fun but part of what makes it of no regrets fun for me is my not leaving anything more than happy memories behind. Likewise, I only want happy post fucking sensations in my vulve. I have no desire to experience stinging tingles that will send me squirming to my doctor's office.

A prevailing myth is that woman to woman contact is somehow immune to STIs. If you believe this, let me enlighten you: Bacteria and viruses do not care what your gender or sexual orientation is. So, knowing that more than a few women are ignorant in this regard, I decided to be a good non-gender specific scout and arrive well prepared to my third date with a lovely I had met at an Outspoken Montreal (http://www.outspokenmtl.com/) event last fall. To that end, I slipped my "pussy party pack" consisting of: Nitrile gloves, flavoured condoms, sachets of lube and a pair of shielded scissors into my satchel before heading out the door. FYI: The scissors are included to make dental dams from the condoms, so far my favourite method.

The date went splendidly! The whole evening, dinner, stopping for bagels, making out next to our cooling tea at her place in mile end, was steeped in sexual chemistry. Or at least it was until I asked my date to put a glove on the hand that was diving into my panties.

"But I want to feel you." I gave her a concise, somewhat breathless, safe sex chat and was severely turned off to hear her protest not only gloves but dental dams as well.

"I want to taste you. What are the chances?" After a few more attempts of convincing her, I got up, re-attired myself, collected up my party pack and was out the door. Thank god I have reached the stage in my life where my logic overrides my pheromones.

What a disappointment! I angrily stalked the two blocks east to St. Urbain and the 363 South stop. I checked the time. Hmm … having found myself fifteen minutes from the next scheduled bus and an hour from last call, I sent the following booty text to my young one: "I'd like to wrap my cunt around your periwinkle cock"

Just as I made out the bus at the stop lights one block north, my cell phone vibrated in my pocket. A soft voice inquired as to my whereabouts then asked if I would like to stop by Faggity Ass Fridays (http://www.headandhands.ca/index_en.php?0). Perhaps I could share a drink with her and her friends before selecting some gloves and condoms to share with her later?

The above column contains a couple of unintentional "teasers" in terms of events I have not blogged about. Not to get too deep into the non-erotic details of my life but my home desktop has been flaky of late e.g. freezing while a scary burning smell emanates from the power supply. Don't worry, though, my auditioning has continued on without the help of my computer. Once my computer is functioning properly again, I will update the blog with the details of my adventures with my hot young lover daddy blue and some less worthy participants on the queer ladies scene.

Until then, sit on a terrace and have a shandy for me.
Rachel ***** (daddy blue xxx)