I had an exquisitely sensual dream about 10 years ago where I was in an empty room with random people. We had each been given a gift in plain foot square cardboard boxes.
I just sat feeling mine as slowly as my fingers could move until I was alone. The people had all ripped open their boxes with varying speed, and left the room. The gift inside each of theirs was an Elvis bobble head playing guitar.
Anyways, I woke up as if from a wet dream. All dewy and scrumptious feeling. My box was unopened. It was neat to close my eyes and feel a cardboard box in awake world. Cheap thrills and who'd have thought cardboard can be sexy. 

This video is hot! It's new-to-us work from a female director from Sweden, who lives in Spain. We rent and sell it. Check it out: www.artofloving.ca/dvds/erotica-dvds/life-love-lust-dvd

I think Erika Lust's other porno, '5 Hot Stories for Her' will also pass the Aimee test: They don't talk much. I feel chemistry and like looking at the people. The sets are stylish, and the lighting is sexy.

I watched it over my friend's shoulder while we made flatbread pizza the other night, and in case we missed anything; pressed replay twice for our dessert. I want more! More savvy delights from lascivious directors, please.

Last night my inbox had a graphic invitation to some more playtime with an ex. Fun way to start the new year? While the chemistry was fantastic, we had parted ways only when I realized his uniqueness, his often brilliance was actually him deteriorating mentally.

Who wants a quizzie!? This one has 4 questions which I think is a nice feature. The quicky.
My mom repeatedly drilled into my head that generosity, NOT quick wit, or a perfect 'ahem' fit should be the deciding factor ultimately in dating someone. Oh, ya and white hot chemistry is alright in the mix.
Generosity as I've discovered speaks volumes at whether the he or she has the capacity for life I (and her) feel deserving of. Damn straight. Best advice ever if there is one only on relationships. Generosity has been the difference in truly happy unions and so-so ones according to yet another study of marriage.

The 3 people I've fallen deep for have all had this one little trait in common. Brown hair? A penis? Freedom 55 shoes? No! Integrity. Not to say that Bitchface Tits McGee or Asshole Junior doesn't tweek the occasional masochist in me, but push to shove...the spoonful of sugar is the only thing that truly goes down. Accountability: The sexiest accessory this fall! Try yours today!

I've been watching a documentary series titled 'Strange Sex'. From a guy who's designed a family business around a foreskin stretcher and a woman with two vaginas, none of what the show features is strange to me anymore. At one time, it would have been for sure. Now I find it intriguing and normal at the same time.
With a wider spectrum to see through than before, most sex tips books don't represent the 'strange' so much,... okay not at all. Sex is Fun is a new book we carry that is written like a series of comics. I think you're supposed to colour it in yourself. Anyways, it goes beyond Norm wanting a blowjob and Sheila wants a bath together. It's group sex and gay friendly.

Well, I'm not and even if I was; I would like to choose when and what's revealed. Do you use your computer or mobile device to get off? To satiate some (embarrassing) curiousity? Purchase sex toys or sex furniture? Procure a mistress? Explore your closet? 

Pierre Trudeau said, "The state has no place in the bedrooms of the people."

Privacy and democracy's 'your rights stop at my nose' are being threatened with an initiative the Harper government has going. It will erode internet security in general and the ISP (address of your computer) will provide a log of each and everything you do online for the government to view without warrant. Care? Sign the petition: openmedia.ca/StopSpying

A few days ago, a slightly frantic looking man in a nice suit came into the shop.

He circled the shop a few times, in what I now recognize as a fake tour of the store; stalling to ask what he's really up to in here. So, when he was done pretending he was someone he wasn't he came up and asked me if I can hook him up with a Dominatrix.

Pimping, not my specialty I said but check out the back of the Georgia Straight or Oh! The internet!
I assured him that within blocks of here, there are several. They come in here but we don't have their calling cards to give out (yet).

So, I've had this new Mr. Roommate for over a month now and he's decided to utilize his side of the extra space to create a dungeon / painting studio.
 

I can't explain how thrilled I am. Not only will 'how was your day' bear some serious fruit, but it means bugging cantankerous goatman next door, who's bedroom lies beneath the walkway! "Before 10:30pm, bylaw states...", as we'll shrug in false apology. Goatman is one to take a mop handle to his ceiling when the neighbor's CAT jumps from the table to the floor.
 

My prayer is he is driven fully insane with screams and wails of 'torture' so he leaves, and I will graciously take over his apartment with the stunning view.
 

A lot of people - men and women phone about pheromones, asking if we carry them. I think it's one sex aid that for the most part is snake oil. It's also something I know very little about.
So I did a little exploring and still don't know if there are real bottles of sex out there or not but this reptile brain stuff is always interesting!:
Pheromones are smelt below our general aroma: beneath the sweat. It lets everyone know our immunity strengths and weaknesses, and we are most attracted to people who have differing strengths to complement our short-fall.
Sexual chemistry in a sniff.
I think people know pheromones as a one size humps all, but they seem more like information pamphlets; written in languages we rarely understand.

Some products are born solely of the interweb and a serious sense of play. The ones I've come across recently when I hadn't Googled hard enough and got lost:

Fake tattoos for the penis shaft. Flames, rainbows, tuxedos and a glow-in-the-dark ring toss. Fully functional, they disappear after a few love-making sessions.

Anus chocolates lovingly crafted to look just like the real thing, they are made of high quality milk or dark chocolate and packaged ready for gift giving. They also offer exquisite anus cast in solid silver.

My friend has boobs. I have breasts on-site too, of course but hers have the magic of the centuries in them.

Men love 'em beyond comprehension to those of us who just dabble in Dairyland once in awhile for caffeine transfer.

A lesbian I lived with was also not on the same page as the penised about huge bobblies.

She had to really think it out before her eureka: "I get it! It's like when they're 12 with their new hormones, and see these giant puffy things they don't have! Them are BOOBIES! They never forget that time. Something new to play with."

So, whatever that was about, it's alive and well. My friend can be acting like a beast, and will have men acting WAY nicer than I believe them to actually be. Smarmier.

My current roommate is from Iran. I love going home to him and wish he wasn't taking off travelling. Boo hiss.
Hearing him speak of his country and call me Jamie because he likes it better than Aimee...and man can he clean and cook! Oh, and he bathes! Twice a day. My last guy smelt like ass. Ramin Roomie smells of flowers. Anyways, here is a little reality check for those of you who think your parking tickets are annoying:
He was walking along with a woman in Tehran mid-afternoon and they were stopped by the police. The police had the lawful right to force them to be married. One of the officers was making the international sign for Pay Up; rubbing his thumbs against his finger pads and they got out of marital blissful-misery by handing over all their cash.

Summer reading time is finally here. Well, I won't get ridiculously greedy given that it hailed yesterday. I tried to make myself believe the rain was just being joyful and wanted to bounce around a bit.

Great books to sit down with after buying a cold one from dangly camel balls at Wreck might be:

Cunt. One woman's general two bits about being a woman. A great gift for a young woman, btw.

Pornland. How porn has hijacked our sexuality. This one's brand new and as I never watch porn, is actually pretty depressing. Most porn when she googled 'porn' is violent, degrading, and frankly to me; wreaks of slave traffic. You might like it, though. I can only read it in paragraph bites.

'The idea that boys want to sleep with their mothers strikes most men as the silliest thing they have ever heard. Obviously, it did not seem so to Freud, who wrote that as a boy he once had an erotic reaction to watching his mother dressing. But Freud had a wet-nurse, and may not have experienced the early intimacy that would have tipped off his perceptual system that Mrs. Freud was his mother. The Westermarck theory has out-Freuded Freud'.
—Steven Pinker, How the Mind Works