The 8th Anniversary of Jill's World

Its the 8^th anniversary of Jill’s World Blog. Best wishes to all my readers.

 I’m a bit late and playing catch-up as the 8^th anniversary of this blog was actually on Tuesday May 30^th. Sigh! I want to give a big thank you to my BFFs Paul D and Eric, VanMan for their suggestions and help over the years.

Fondly,

Jill

Celebrating the arrival of summer in the UK

The Summer solstice 2017

The arrival of summer in Wales: Marvin, Morning Wood, and I returned to my family seat, Blackthorn Castle, in the Cambrian mountains of Wales last weekend to prepare to celebrate the arrival of summer at 3:42 AM BST on the Celtic altar in the sacred grove in the castle park. We were fortunate that the day has been dry and the temperature at 3:00 AM was in the high 50s F. The day turned out to be a beautiful sunny day with the temperature in the high 60s by 8:00 AM. Acting in my capacity as a Priestess of Aphrodite and channeling the Welsh Goddess Rhiannon for the occasion I was robed in a hooded shearling robe - made to measure in the castles wardrobe shop - as was Marvin for our walk down the underground passageway from the undercroft of castle chapel to the ancient Celtic altar protected by an impenetrable thicket of blackthorn bushes. The four peat braziers (one at each of the cardinal points of the compass) were ablaze and the area within the protective circle of blackthorn which blocked the wind would have been almost toasty if I hadn’t been nude on the altar.

Marvin’s sexual stamina: I am very pleased with Marvin’s sexual potency and stamina. His semen is checked every so often for potency and his desire for me has been almost over the top since his return to me when Miss Nexplanon became preggers by him and miscarried. I know he is attracted by some of his students, but then I take other lovers while teaching my sex-ed courses. Sauce for the Goose is sauce for the gander. We both think that our being intimate with other partners has actually strengthened our relationship. Of course, I pee on a stick once a week to test for the presence of hCG (human chorionic gonadotropin) the pregnancy hormone since I want my lovers to take me wearing no protection and my only protection is a well-fitting diaphragm and the spermicide DiveGel+.

Sex while fertile: I dream of sex when my hormones are raging and my cervix is high, soft and open. I love the thrill of having my ripe cervix protected by the translucent latex membrane of a flat spring rim diaphragm with the dome containing my fertile cervical mucus and a lover’s hot jets of creamy semen filled with highly motile sperm splattering on the convex side of the dome. However, sex when I’m luteal, after I’ve ovulated for that cycle, (as I write this I’m on day twenty-six of my cycle) is also amazing since I can safely have a lover’s sperm in my tubes, especially Marvin’s! So today I could safely take Marvin with neither of us using protection and I now his liquified semen is draining out of me and I have his sperm in my tubes without any worry about complicating side effects.

The next generation of acolytes: I have retrained several of the castles elderly servants whose families have been in service to the Barony for generations to assist as acolytes with the ritual planting of seed in my belly during celestial celebrations.  The two women are sisters who had assisted my predecessor, Edith Sophia Sykes 22nd Baroness Blackthorn, when she used the altar to celebrate celestial events more than thirty years ago. They both have daughters who are being taught the Celtic rituals so that there will again be another generation of women in service capable of assisting with the Goddess Aphrodite’s ceremonies. Everything went as planned with the burning of the semen stained robes in the castles lower bailey before having a delightful celebratory breakfast afterward with eggs and bacon from a locally harvest boar shot on my property.

Returning to the Cambrians: It is good to be back in the Cambrian mountains again after the fens of Cambridgeshire. The mountains remind me of the Blue ridge and Allegany mountains of western Virginia where I was born.  I’m enjoying a break from supervising the refurbishing of the fabric of the Abbot’s Palace where Marvin (my favorite boy-toy) and I will live during the Uni academic year. You have no idea how expensive replacing the entire lead roof was!  I hope to be in and settled by this coming Christmas. Not that the place we have leased isn’t lovely, but one likes a place of one’s own.

Taryn’s Escort Trainees: In the last few weeks I’ve been busy teaching Taryn’s new group of Escort trainees about upper reproductive tract protection during dive-sex. For contraception, they all have copper bead GyneFix IUDs implanted in the uterine fundus with the strings tucked up into the cervical os. Helping fit the girls, all eighteen or older so consent isn’t an issue, with custom made latex flat spring rim contraceptive diaphragms and how to use the silicon base DiveGel+ which is a thick gel lubricant, spermicide and biocide that won’t wash away during underwater penetrative sex. Returning readers will recall that latex flat spring diaphragms won’t distort from water pressure like coil spring devices will so are safe and effective to use for cervical protection on dives to any depth. A latex flat spring is a wonderful addition to any woman’s slit-kit and speaks to the user’s knowledge of aquatic cervical protection. I advise having at least two in a well-stocked slit-kit as the latex dome sometimes develops pin holes, tears, or thin spots.

I also fitted eight Uni girls – friends of Taryn - who are traveling to Eilat, Israel on the north end of the Red Sea for a two-week dive vacation with boyfriends and needed latex flat spring devices for “flood insurance” to prevent the hydraulics of a thrusting lover from forcing water into the uterus during underwater intercourse. They are all tiny girls and took mostly 65mm and one 70mm size and each bought two in her size, A wear and a spare.  They flew El Al out of Heathrow last Sunday.  

Uncoupling, Channeling Jenna, & the Abbot’s Palace

Channeling Jenna for Morning Wood

The Photo; Modeling a Pair of Jenna’s Bloch Alpha S0104s I wear when I channel her for Marvin. Bloch Alpha pointes are suitable for only advanced students and professionals as they require dancer’s with very strong feet to stay over the blocks, but show off high arches magnificently.

Uncoupling: Tim got back from the field exercise several days earlier than expected and was staying at his family estate next to my place in Wales which kept him and Marvin separated while Tim and I uncoupled. I told Marvin I needed to return briefly to Wales to take care of business, which in a sense was correct. Returning readers will recall that I mentioned in an earlier entry that Tim and I had discussed his need to settle down with someone other than me, because of family commitments. Apparently, he had been giving his need to move on serious thought since during pillow-talk after we had a marvelous romp in the sheets (I was CD21 and luteal so we used no protection and I had his sperm in my tubes) he said while he was very fond of me we should just be friends. While I knew that was coming it still stung a bit, but it was far better that he broke the news to me than me having to tell him the same thing, which I was dreading.

Bank Holiday: Today (May 1^st) is Early May Bank Holiday. However, Uni is in session and Marvin is lecturing so I’m taking the train to go shopping at Agent Provocateur in London. I’m hoping to find a little gossamer, strappy, clingy thingy he hasn’t seen me wear so I can see how long he takes to get me out of it.

Channeling Jenna: Full Easter term (Tue 25 April - Fri 16 June) began at Cambridge and Marvin has moved out of his rooms on campus, although he still has an office there, and into my place. I have rented a small secluded manor and brought staff from Blackthorn Castle. to staff it until the renovations are complete on “The Abbots Palace”, my new place east of Cambridge. More about that a bit later.

For good luck, to fill Marvin with confidence to properly begin Easter Term I became Jenna for him for the last several days. He never gets tired of me doing that and when I channel his dead wife he is in my thrall. It’s the least I can do as under his psychiatric care he enabled me to come to terms with my earthly responsibilities as a representative of the Goddess Aphrodite, manifesting herself as Rhiannon - a Welsh deity - while I’m here in the UK. I wear Jenna’s ballet practice clothes, pointe shoes Bloch Alpha S0104s and her perfume, Shalimar which I loved before I found it was another of my many similarities with Jenna that made Marvin love me. Actually, Marvin says I’ve developed Jenna’s mannerisms that were unique to their relationship that I had no way of knowing about and when I’m Jenna I feel much closer to him so I think I am evolving into a second Jenna which I have come to believe is one of Aphrodite’s roles for me, which is marvelous for us both!

Cunt Castle: Returning readers will recall that Taryn became one of my earliest wards after her parents were killed in a plane crash as in her father’s will I was designated her guardian. She lived with me while attending the exclusive girl’s school St Lucy’s in Las Vegas then graduated from UNLV before beginning grad school at Trinity College Cambridge. She inherited her parent’s business which was a very large and profitable porn empire and she has continued to lead it very successfully. Occasionally she calls on me and my resources for advice with regard to contraception and erotic ballet training for new actors and escorts of both sexes.

Taryn's home north east of Cambridge is known fondly to her friends as ‘Cunt Castle’. One of the stonemasons working on the renovations (before she moved into the Manor) called it ‘Cunt Castle’ and the name seems to have stuck with her circle of friends, though not with the locals, or at least not to her face. I’m pleased to say that Taryn has moved quickly through the Uni courses to gain her Master of Psychology and MD degrees. She has one year left to receive her Doctor of Psychiatry degree and she is making rounds at a specialist hospital in Cambridge to experience clinical psychiatry training.

The reason I mention Taryn and Cunt Castle is that the place I’m buying and renovating for Marvin and me is just down the road from Cunt Castle. Marvin’s specialty is the treatment of sexual deviation so he treats my fetishes and cares for the Psychiatric needs of Taryn’s stable of Porn actors and actresses. When we move into my permanent location, before classes begin in early October for Michaelmas term, we will be able to provide training and therapy for Taryn’s actors and escorts w/o having them travel to Wales. It will be wonderful to be able to have Taryn and her circle as close friends again!

The Abbot’s Palace: I found out more about the property that the realtor didn’t disclose until pressed by my agent. It seems that while a great deal of the original fabric was torn down and the stone reused elsewhere the existing building was built from parts of a monastery after the dissolution of the monasteries by Henry VIII sometime in the 1530s. The manor seen today was built in the early 19th century and includes the Abbot’s Palace the only remaining original building which include very deep and extensive cellars. Originally built in the 14th century the Abbots Palace was very elaborate for its time (and not at all in keeping with poverty, chastity and obedience which were preached to the villagers in the area) and is said to have been the site of orgies between the monks and nuns from a neighboring convent which may account for the ghosts that are said to haunt the place.

The Palace overlooks a small stream that runs through the property below the hill on which the monastery and now the manor was built. The banks of the stream are filled with a thick growth of Pussy Willow trees which led Taryn to call the place the “Pussy Palace” not only as an apt description, but as a double entendre as she knows my circle’s need for kinky sex.

The Pussy Palace and the Spirit World:  It is said that no one has been injured by the spirits that inhabited the place, but there are hair raising tales of apparitions, flickering lights, moans and screams have been seen and heard at night so the locals give the place a wide birth. Given the disclosure that spirits were said to actively inhabit what has been known as the Abbot’s Palace my agent was able to get the asking price decreased considerably. I spoke to the Duke of M* about having the Archbishop conduct an exorcism before any work is to begin because local workers wouldn’t go near the place. I sweetened the request by offering to contribute a four-figure sum to the charity of the Archbishops choice and he very kindly agreed as he and the Duke of M**** had been at school together. The ceremony was conducted before we closed on the property. I expect that should satisfy the spirit world, but If not Aphrodite is willing to expel them through me. However, that could raise questions that would be tricky to answer so having the Archbishop conduct a public exorcism that the surrounding neighbors were invited to attend, was the best way to handle the issue

Happy Easter, Marvin, Tim and Cambridge

Catching up: A quick catch-up I have made a major change in my partner. I’ve been very busy the last several weeks.

The celebration of the Vernal Equinox went off w/o a hitch with Marvin (Morning Wood) as my partner on the altar at the Celtic holy site for the ritual planting of Spring seed. After which there was the traditional burning of the robes worn by the participants and then a mid-day feast of rack of spring lamb which the castle’s kitchen, under the command of Mrs. Bridges, is famous for.

Marvin: The loose end of Miss. Nexplanon’ s pregnancy and Marven’s possible involvement has been resolved satisfactorily from his standpoint. She miscarried and the paternity test showed that Marvin was not the father. She has returned to her home in Iowa which allows him to return as my partner with no sexual baggage. While I’m pleased, that Marvin bears no responsibility even though he inseminated her regularly - it was just good fortune on his part that she experienced breakthrough ovulation while she was with another lover - I was rather hoping for a real-world demonstration of his potency in addition to the superior results of his recent fertility evaluation. He produces large quantities of well-formed and highly motile sperm so I really need to ensure my barrier is in place and the suction seal is strong when I’m mid cycle.

After being apart for a year Marvin and I appreciate one another far more than when we were together in Vegas. When we met again several weeks ago we both felt the pull of a very strong mutual attraction. Our ages are closer and our sexual interests and compatibility are perhaps better than when I am with Tim. I’m still Marvin’s Jenna and I love the role of his dead wife. Actually, I’m getting very very good at it. I ovulated last Friday and just thinking of all his little swimmers on one side of the translucent latex membrane and my fertile cervical mucus and spermicide on the other kept me highly aroused for the entire day during which he took me three times.

Cambridge: For the past several weeks, Marvin and I have been in Cambridge looking for a suitable property. Returning readers will recall that he is a Don at Uni so I am looking for a place close by where I can host parties of University colleagues for him and my circle. There is a relatively modern (19th C) manor house not too far to the east that is fairly good shape that should suit my needs and the renovations could be completed before the fall term begins. The manor house has stood vacant for years as there is said to be a ghost haunting the place that scared off the last several owners.

Tim: For readers wondering what happened to Tim my marvelously hunky SAS officer partner he is, as this is written, on maneuvers in the highlands of Scotland.  He and I have had several long talks about our future together and regardless of how amazing the sex is when we are together we had to end our relationship.

Since he is the eldest son Tim’s father has been after him to find a suitable bride and produce an heir and Tim and I have discussed his responsibility to his family. While his father and I are friends (and neighbors) I understand I’m not a society bride or one he would want to welcome into the family as Tim is much younger than me and I don’t want to be pregnant with any man’s baby as it will ruin the hard-toned body I’ve been keeping lithe for years. So, while I think Tim and I might miss our physical relationship at first, we both understand what he needs to do. With the pressure from Tim’s father this is probably as good a time to make the change as there will ever be. So, I think Tim will do what is best for his family. He just needs to get on with it. And, I have several young aristocratic ladies I’m going to put in Tim’s way and see what happens. Well, that’s how I hope things will go.

Wishing my readers and friends a very happy and blessed Easter!

Preparation for the 2017 Vernal Equinox

Miss Nexplanon teasing Morning Wood

The Photo: Pregnant, but not yet showing Miss Nexplanon teasing Marvin as she prepares to go clubbing with him. There is a black garter belt that gos with the rest of the ensemble to complete the look.  

I like wearing something like this with all the straps and fasteners at bedtime so a partner can “help” me out of it while getting us both in the mood. I have found it is an amazing tease! I’ll let him ejaculate in the reinforced toes of the stockings when I’m dressing before adding toe pads, forcing my toes into the blocks of a pair of pointes, pulling the backs up over my heels, wrapping the ribbons tightly around my ankles, tying them snugly and tucking the ends under, out of the way. I’ll do a ten-minute warmup at my bedroom barre letting him watch me doing barre splits and when I’ve finished he is marvelously hard, standing tall dripping pre-cum ready to push his way inside me after he helps me with the straps and fasteners.     

Preparation for the Vernal Equinox celebration: I had thought I would be able to have Tim as my partner on the Celtic altar at sunrise on March 20^th to celebrate the Vernal Equinox, but it wasn’t to be. I had offered to let the War College course he is taking conduct military exercises on my property and house and feed them for the week of the equinox when they are scheduled to hold field exercises. However, after the school sent out a survey party to see if the topography of the area met their training needs I was told that HM’s government was concerned about possible accident liability when holding armed forces training on private property, so they declined my offer with thanks and will train that week in the highlands of Scotland. So, I found myself temporarily w/o a partner for the sunrise celebration of the arrival of Spring.

My wards on Spring break: Returning readers will recall my wards are: Bea a 19 y/o who graduated from St Lucy’s in 2015 and entered Cambridge last fall; Willow a 21 y/o Brit-chick who danced with the Royal Ballet. She is Jack’s natural daughter by an RB ballerina. When released from the company Willow danced in my ballet Co in Vegas. She graduated from UNLV and she is in grad school at Cambridge; The Dryads, Bryony and Claire in their mid-20s and former dancers with the RB who are studying for Doctorates in Clinical Psychology at University College London.

The Cambridge five-week Spring break, between Lent and Easter terms is from Friday March 17^th to Tuesday April 25^th. The girls will be with me for at least the first two weeks and they are bringing boyfriends with them which saves me the trouble of bringing in male companions they may not like.

Marvin, “Morning Wood”, becomes available: Returning readers may recall Marvin: AKA ‘Morning Wood’ is my most recent former psychoanalyst and previous fetish lover. He helped me come to terms with my responsibilities as a Druid Priestess and handmaiden of Aphrodite. However, he is delusional in that he has a fixation that when I’m dressed in her dance or street clothes I am his dead wife Jenna (from her photos we could be identical twins) who was a dancer killed in a car crash along with their 6 mos. old baby a few months before I met him. She was a Soloist with the San Francisco Ballet before their marriage and my looks and ballet background put him almost instantly in my thrall. Fortunately, our pointe shoe sizes (4 ½ or 5 ½when menstrual) and dress size (#2) are the same. She wore a Bloch Alpha (S0104) pointe shoes, with a ¾ outer sole that allowed full display of her and now my high arches, but require very strong feet and ankles to remain centered over the blocks.

When I moved to the UK in January of 2015 Marvin came with me and worked as a psychiatrist in the Blackthorn Clinic in London. With the move, I brought along all of Jenna’s clothes and I was very careful to make sure I brought along her pairs of Bloch Alpha pointes – 24 pairs in varying states of use - that still have her scent in them which I wear during sex with him. I have also bought new pairs of the S0104 style, but use them for training and around home when he is with me and have saved wearing her shoes for when we are having sex which is when I need to be the best Jenna I can be for him. He likes taking me in missionary with my hips on a hard pillow and legs over my head. That way he can smell the scent of the sweat dampened paste in her pointe-shoes while he is thrusting into me.

In the fall of 2015 Marvin was offered a position as a Don at Cambridge. With my encouragement, he accepted and moved to Cambridge to teach at Trinity College. I could have held him in my thrall, but I let him go thinking he had helped me over some rough spots and I wanted to let him reach his potential as an academic and to let him get away from me as I reminded him continually of Jenna. He has thrived at Cambridge and I haven’t had sex with him in about a year.

At Cambridge Marvin developed an intimate a relationship with a post grad student who I’ll call “Miss Nexplanon” who recently fell preggers from their affair even though the Nexplanon (the single rod upper arm etonogestrel implant) failure rate is .05% for both perfect use and typical use because the method requires no user action after insertion. The rod was inserted correctly and it had only been implanted a bit more than a year of its three-year effective life so it was initially thought that her conceiving was just one of those one in a thousand chances. However, Marvin found out that she had not told him or her Gyn that she suffered from epileptic seizures and was on an anti-epileptic drugs (AED) which can reduce the effectiveness of the progestin released by Nexplanon.

It’s not clear if she had been asked what other meds she was on before Nexplanon was implanted. She certainly should have been and there is usually a sheet for the patient to sign so there won’t be any questions later. If the question was asked did she lie or could she have forgotten she was on an anti-seizure med?  Whatever the reason for her not telling her Gyn she was on an AED, the omission put her at much greater risk of conceiving than anyone expected. Marvin offered to marry her, but she left Uni without giving him an answer. So, until she returns or contacts him he is available for stud service and he is an amazingly talented stallion!

Morning Wood and me: Marvin says he liked watching her since she reminded him of the fun we had as she sat on the edge of their bed and Kegel his liquefied semen into a pad then insert a tampon to absorb the last bit that always seems to drain out forever before pulling on her tights. He reminded me that I on the other hand would sit on his face (which she wouldn’t do) and kegal his spunk into his mouth while he parted my labia with his tongue and he would swallow it. He loves the musky scent of my genital secretions after we have had sex so I’d let the last of his seed drain into the absorbent gusset of my tights or leggings. I have happy memories of  enjoying the gusset’s slippery feel against my labia knowing it would provide lubrication when he would push me against a wall and finger-fuck me in preparation for our next encounter.

Marvin and I have kept in contact and I knew that he was no longer in a relationship so I offered, if he was available, to share my bed with him during his Spring break and take him as my partner on the ancient Celtic altar at dawn on the Vernal Equinox. And he agreed! I do so look forward to having his semen draining out of me again! I should be CD17 – three days after I ovulate - on the equinox so I can safely take him w/o either of us using protection of any sort which means I can enjoy having his sperm in my tubes again with no consequences.

Death Rubber Diary Pt. II

A latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragm with its case and introducer

 The Photo: One of my 80mm latex Reflexions flat spring rim contraceptive diaphragms showing the size in mm in a raised triangle in the center of the convex side of the dome. The raised size on the outside makes a great stimulator for a lover’s glans rubbing against it in missionary. The Introducer was an insertion aid for short fingered women.

The “death rubber” diaphragm: Returning readers may recall my post on April 25, 2016 entitled Death Rubber Diary in which I recorded the acquisition of my latest “death rubber” contraceptive diaphragm. It has been almost eleven months since I added to my collection. Since I wear them as often as possible I’m always on the lookout for replacements as after a few months the older ones begin to develops thin spots, pin holes and cracks around the rim from heavy use.

For readers who are new to my blog a ‘death rubber’ diaphragm, especially a latex one, is one that was being worn by a woman when she died while having penetrative intercourse. So, readers can understand how difficult it can be obtaining a death rubber diaphragm under ideal conditions, meaning that I am able to harvest it myself.

Residual Chi: During an orgy in Vegas years ago, I found that wearing a latex diaphragm, the first one I personally harvested, from the vagina of an elite rubber fetish escort – a woman I watched die while being fucked at the bottom of a training pool for rubber fetishists - gave me access through the residual Chi (the fundamental life force that flowed through her) contained in the diaphragm that had been protecting her cervix. Through that residual amount of her Chi her memories of past lovers and the pelvic experience and tricks she knew to please them became available for my use which enhanced my confidence and pleasure when wearing it.

As a result, I have a data mining firm searching medical records for potential donors, women who wear 80mm latex flat spring rim diaphragms. Those I’ve found are primarily dancers, up-market fetish escorts and porn actresses. It so happens these are the women who are some of the greatest risk takers so are the ones most likely to have a fatal accident during an encounter with a commercial client or during filming porn videos commonly recorded as death by misadventure. I think the risk is part of my fascination with asphyxia sexual highs while having SCUBA sex because there is so little margin for error. It certainly is a huge thrill and marvelous high for me!

Challenges in collecting this specific item:

•           Few women use diaphragms these days.

•           The device needs to be in my size, 80mm – usually worn by women much taller than me.

•           The woman has to have died during sex while wearing it.

•           And so, I can safely wear it she must have been free of STIs which means at the time of her death she had had a recent negative full panel STI test.

•           And now the Reflexions – latex flat spring rim diaphragm - is no longer being made. However, latex flat spring diaphragms can be custom made for those of us who need them.

Too there is the usual down side to a latex device:

•           Some people are allergic to latex.

•           The useful life is much shorter than a silicone diaphragm.

•           The odor from a latex device worn too long (usually more than 24 hours) can be very strong, however, that can be a plus if you are with a man who is into funky vaginal scents.

The good news about a latex flat spring device is:

•           The heat transfer properties are far superior to silicone.

•           A latex device can be safely used with silicone lubes necessary for proper vaginal lubrication during underwater sex.

•           A wonderful safety feature of a flat spring rim diaphragm is that since it folds in a single plane it is almost impossible for even the most mischievous partner to under-thrust the rim of one that is properly sized and correctly placed.                         

Until a few days ago, my collection was down to three (down from six when I last wrote about them) all 80mm latex diaphragms that I have personally harvested from the vaginas of their previous owners. I try to take good care of them since (as I mentioned above) they all contain their former owner’s sexual exploits that reside in the portion of her Chi still contained in the diaphragm which supplement my own sexual knowledge and experiences when I wear them and each is unique and irreplaceable in that way.

My latest harvesting acquisition: This is the third ‘death rubber’ I’ve harvested since I moved to the UK in January of 2015. It belonged to a rather tall (for a dancer) American 19 y/o (I’ll call Terri) in the corps of a major U.S ballet company who was on holiday with her French lover. Tim and I were at a costume party at a country house in Kent hosted on a neighboring estate near Headlong Hall the seat of Lord A****, my ward Bryony’s father. Tim and I were guests of Lord A**** and were invited to attended With Bryony, her step-mother Brigitte and Lord A****.

Until the house party I knew Terri only as a candidate on my list of possible Death Rubber donors as she was quite tall at 5’8” and even though she had a standard (6 bead) GyneFix copper IUD implanted she had been fitted by one of Tanaquil’s Gyn friends in Paris with custom made latex FS in my size. She told her fitter that she needed the 80mm for thrust buffering as her lover was very large and she wanted to slow him down when he was sounding the depth of her anterior fornix. She also mentioned that the dome would make a good container as he liked eating her fertile cervical mucus that could be collected in the dome. She was lovely and vivacious and friends who had known her longer said she was very talented ballerina.

It was late at night and Tim and I were in a bedroom adjacent to where Terri was sleeping. We heard several loud thumps and a few moments later a man shouting for help. There had been a freak accident during sex while she was being taken doggie style, on all fours penetrated from the rear on her bed. It seems she had been kneeling too close to the solid oak headboard. When her French lover came. At orgasm his violent thrusts drove her head into the oak panel several times and broke her neck. The doctor who arrived more than an hour later said she died almost immediately as her spine was severed.

While we waited for the doctor to arrive everyone except Bryony and I went for coffee and tried to calm her boyfriend who had come completely unglued. When her lover had withdrawn, Terri had toppled on to her side with her legs still pulled up so her vulva was easily accessible. I helped Bryony lay a clean sheet over her during which time I inserted two fingers and withdrew her diaphragm filled with fertile mucus and inserted it in a small plastic freezer bag I carry for just such an occasion. I know that sounds ghoulish, but this sort of opportunity hardly ever occurs and I need to be prepared if I’m nearby.  

A bit later the unpredictability of death during sexual intercourse, the act that can lead to new life, and the very thing I routinely risk for the adrenalin high I get from the danger suddenly seemed very real standing next to Terri’s cooling body. Having harvested her diaphragm for my use was a huge turn-on and I found myself suddenly extremely aroused and in need of a man!

White House advisors parroting “alternate facts"

Kellyanne Wrongway counselor to and chief apologist for the 44^th resident

 White House advisors are parroting “alternate facts”:

 “One and a half million people were on the mall for the inauguration, the largest number ever!”

 “Two to five million people voted illegally in the 2016 election.”

 “Mass voter fraud in New Hampshire, people bussed in, everyone knows it.”

 The Media didn’t report on the “Bowling Green massacre.” [An event that did not occur.]

 “General Flynn has the president’s full confidence.”

 The 44^th resident himself is spreading fake news:

 “I would rarely leave the White House because there is so much work to be done.”

 The leaks are absolutely real. The news is fake.’

 "This administration is running like a fine-tuned machine,"

 “any negative polls are fake news.”

Alternative Facts in a Post-Truth America

Master of the self-serving falsehood in a post-truth administration.

Challenged on falsehoods, adviser says Trump team has ‘alternative facts’: President Trump’s aides are under fire after his press secretary made easily disproved claims about the size of the inauguration crowd. Chief counselor Kellyanne Conway sparred on “Meet the Press” with Chuck Todd who said, “Alternative facts are not facts.”

‘She’s Good at Bullshit!’: Philadelphia TV Anchor Slams Kellyanne Conway With Blurted Admission: It’s a fact that was not lost on Mike Jerrick, one of the morning show anchors for Fox 29 in Philadelphia, who slammed Conway live on the air Monday by blurting out, “She’s good at bullshit!”

Truthiness: Truthiness is a quality characterizing a "truth" that a person making an argument or assertion claims to know intuitively "from the gut" or because it "feels right" without regard to evidence, logic, intellectual examination, or facts. For the derivation of Truthiness click HERE.

The 44^th Resident of the white House (the White House was completed after George Washington’s term as president) is America’s first “Truthiness” Resident.

A recent truthiness example is: “WASHINGTON (AP) — President Donald Trump asserted in a private meeting with congressional leaders Monday night [1-23-2017] that he would have won the popular vote in the 2016 election if 3 million to 5 million immigrants living in the country illegally hadn't voted.

Trump made the debunked claim, without offering any evidence, at a White House meeting with Democratic and Republican leaders, according to a Democratic aide familiar with the exchange who spoke on condition of anonymity to discuss the private meeting.”

Another example of his delusional state is: “WASHINGTON (Reuters) - President Donald Trump said on Wednesday [January 25, 2017] he would seek a "major investigation" on voter fraud in the November election, despite an overwhelming consensus among state officials, election experts and politicians that voter fraud is rare in the United States.”

Six impossible things before breakfast: Like the White Queen in Through the Looking Glass who said: “Why sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast' The 44^th Resident of the White House seems to believe and tweets about a number of impossible things before breakfast.

Believe it or Not

America’s first Twittermeister.

“Why don’t you believe him?”  “Why is everything taken at face value?

Said Kellyanne Conway apologist and Minister of Propaganda for America’s first Twittermeister.  

Conway, appearing on CNN, took umbrage when anchor Chris Cuomo expressed skepticism. “Why don’t you believe him?” she asked. “Why is everything taken at face value? You can’t give him the benefit of the doubt on this and he’s telling you what was in his heart? You always want to go by what’s come out of his mouth rather than look at what’s in his heart.”

Jesus saw that one coming 2,000 years ago: “A good man,” he taught, “brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and an evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For the mouth speaks what the heart is full of.”

Be careful what you wish for

“Absolutely no effect on the outcome of the election”

Rootin’ for Putin: “Donald J. Trump said that he hoped Russian intelligence services had successfully hacked Hillary Clinton’s email, and encouraged them to publish whatever they may have stolen, essentially urging a foreign adversary to conduct cyberespionage against a former secretary of state.” Read the article HERE. 

Glad Vlad: U.S. intercepts capture senior Russian officials celebrating Trump win. Read the article HERE. 

Cracking Hacking: Declassified report says Putin ‘ordered’ effort to undermine faith in U.S. election and help Trump. Read the article HERE 

The King of Denial: Mr. Trump said in a statement issued just minutes after the high-level meeting ended that whatever hacking had occurred, “there was absolutely no effect on the outcome of the election.”  

He knows that how? Anyone who believes that should contact me about a bridge in NYC over the East River I have for sale at a really good price!