What Would You Like?

I missed posting yesterday. Oops! I didn’t even realize until just now as I was updating the NaBloPoMo list for the month. What the hell?! I am so sorry. I had a full day yesterday but I still should have been able to post something damn it!

Ok, so how do I try to make up for the missing day? I could do two posts on the same day. I could. I’ve done that already though. I had two posts on Tuesday and this one will actually be my second post today.

What I will do is post twice next Wednesday, October 29th. Seeing how it is a Wednesday I missed it will be a Wednesday that I will make up for it. One post will be for the Wicked Wednesday meme and the other will be a follower’s choice.

If you would like to have a say in what my followers choice post will be, just tell me what you’d like to see or read. You can leave a comment here, send an email to stellakiink@live.com, message or DM me on twitter if you follow me there, or even message me on Fetlife.

The deadline for your votes/requests will be midnight Sunday,October 26th. I will pick one, maybe more, of the suggestions and turn it into a post titled “Follower’s Choice.”

This will be super fun or the stupidest thing I’ve ever tried. Tune in on Wednesday to find out.



I’ve mentioned the clothes tags a few times, even posted about them on the posts Within and Joy is Contagious. I recently bought a new pair of pants and they had a tag I hadn’t seen before. Here is a picture of the tag. It isn’t a super picture but I thought I’d share it with you anyway.

Yes, it’s the little things that make me smile. :)


In a Yellow Wood

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,

~ Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken


Today’s NaBloPoMo prompt: Orange is a colour that people either hate or love. Tell us how you feel about it.

I don’t know how anyone can look at this picture and not like the colour orange.


TMIT: What’s In Your Car?


What’s In Your Car?

whats in ur car art tmi

Answer these questions as they pertain to your personal mode of transportation.

1. What CD is in your Cd player?
Pearl Jam’s “Ten”

2. Turn on your car radio, what station is it tuned to?
Y108, and the song playing is Heavy by the Glorious Sons. I’m loving this song! Take a listen and let me know what you think.

3. What is in your glove box?
Maybe the better question is what’s not in my glove box! The owner’s manual is in there. All the receipts from oil changes and maintenance I’ve had done. Three Insect Repelling Superbands, air freshener, a cover for my cell phone, a fork, two protein bars, a candle, a couple sanitary napkins, and as many serviettes as I can cram in there.

4. Are there any stickers on your bumper? What? (You can post photos too).20141021-225317.jpg
No bumper stickers on my car.

5. What stickers or car magnets are on your car? (You can post photos too).
There is one little sticker on my rearview mirror of a blue flower.

6. When you drive do you have a favorite beverage? What?
I usually just drink water, sometimes Vitamin Water or tea when the cold weather hits. The empty bottles all end up on the floor behind me until the following garbage day, or until I remember garbage day.

7. What is the most unique thing about your car?
It was a scratch and dent special. When I bought it there were scratches and dents on both sides of the car. One major dent on the front passenger side. I’ve never gotten them fixed and I don’t care to.

8. Have you modified or decorated or enhanced your steering wheel?
Nope. Cleaning it is as far as it goes.

9. If your normal mode of transportation is a bicycle or a motorcycle, what have you done to personalize it?
My normal mode of transportation is my car. If that’s down I usually borrow a friend’s or rent one.

10. If your regular mode of transportation is public transport–bus or subway–what do you do to pass the time on your rides?
The last time I took public transit was more than a year ago, and that was just for fun to take my son on his first train ride. I used to take the train and subway to work and school every day. It wore thin so I got a job closer to home, outside Toronto’s downtown core.

Bonus: What is the sexiest thing in your car?
Me! ;)

Bonus, Bonus: What does your choice of personal or regular mode of transportation say about you?
It says that my car is about function not fashion. It is 12 years old and looks like crap but runs great. When I can get around in a snowstorm that SUV’s get stuck in, that’s what I like about my car.
I would rather have a rundown old car that I don’t owe anything on than the newest, fanciest model with a car loan. My money can be better spent on things other than keeping up with the Joneses.


How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Happy TMI Tuesday!

TMI Tuesday



Where’s my purse?

Three weeks ago I left work, two hours later than usual, and went to pick my son up from his Auntie. As I pulled into the parking lot and reached for my purse I suddenly realized I had left it at the office. Not only did I leave it at work, I left it on my desk in an office that runs 24/7. My department doesn’t work 24/7 but several do and one of them is right next to mine. Unfortunately I didn’t know any of the people who were working in the office that night so once I picked my son up I had to haul my ass back to the office to retrieve my purse.

This is something that happens to me on too regular a basis, although that was the first time I had left it at the office. Today was the second time. At least today I left it locked away in a drawer. Thankfully I had petty cash delivered and my purse was in the drawer I lock the petty cash in. When did I notice my purse was missing? About ten minutes ago when I went to get my wallet to make an online purchase.

I once went to pick up groceries and realized my wallet wasn’t with me when I went to pay. Yeah, that was embarrassing with a line of people behind me. That was the beginning of one of the most unforgettable days of my life, and not because it was a great day. Actually, tomorrow will mark the 14th anniversary of that day. Yes, I remember it quite vividly still. Being without my wallet at the grocery store was just the beginning. After the grocery store embarrassment I caught the oven on fire while cooking dinner. And no, I’m not a bad cook. Honestly. Once I got that mess cleaned up I headed out to a movie with a friend. When the movie was over we came out to the parking lot to find my car one tire short. Someone had taken it and left my car sitting there all wonky on three tires. Was that the end? Nope. I capped the day off at the hospital getting five stitches in my finger. Now do you understand why I remember that day so well?

Despite the terrible day that was, there was another day when forgetting my purse was worse. My ex and I were going through separation and I had decided to go on vacation to a spot I enjoy on the north shore of Lake Superior. I thought a week away on the lake with no phone or television would do wonders for my state of mind. I needed to do something but that trip wasn’t it. I was at the airport, bags and ticket in hand, when I realized I had left my purse at home.

I can’t even begin to explain to you how I felt at that moment. I was sabotaging myself. I was falling apart and losing my mind in the process. The inn was understanding and didn’t charge me for the short cancellation notice and the plane ticket was booked with points so I wasn’t out any money, but that wasn’t the point. It didn’t matter that I was only going 1200 kms away or if I was going to the other side of the planet. I was so sad and heartbroken. My ex didn’t make me feel any better about it.

There were reasons I was being absent-minded about my purse all those years ago. What are the reasons behind it now? How do I get my mind back? How do I stop leaving my purse places? How do I keep my head attached so I don’t accidentally leave it somewhere one day?




Cunt Busting?

At a workshop I attended this past summer on pussy torture I learned what cunt busting was. I have to tell ya, not a fan. I enjoy me some pain but getting punched or kicked in the cunt is not the kind of pain I’m into. I was thinking about how painful it would be when it dawned in me that I had indeed had my cunt busted before. Although, it was not in the same context as the workshop and not at someone else’s hand, or foot as the case may be.

I was about 13 years old and spending the afternoon with one of my friends from school. We had gone for a walk to the store and watched a movie, Footloose. I remember the movie because we were dancing around the kitchen like a couple of fools and her mother told us to go outside, out of her hair she put it.

We went outside and were trying to figure out what to do. Not another walk. Her badminton racquet was broken, so no badminton. Then her brother, who I had the biggest crush on, arrived. He flew down the driveway on his 10-speed, threw it down on the ground, adjusted his leather jacket and went inside. I always thought he looked a lot like James Dean, though I couldn’t picture James Dean doing what he had just done.

We decided a bike ride would be the thing to keep us out of her mother’s hair. Problem was there was only one girls bike. You know, the one with the straight crossbar. No odds, I’ll ride her brother’s bike. Couldn’t be that hard. Nice thought, not so nice result.

Hopping on the bikes we headed out, down the road one way, back again. Then up around the bend towards the quarry. There is a large paved area there where the roads meet, not an intersection though as the roads do not come together at the same point. You can ride around in circles and do tricks or whatever due to the size and being able to see cars coming long before they are upon you. We didn’t want to go down the hill as it was quite steep and the bakes weren’t working so we stayed there on that area of the road.

My friend had been doing some kind of tricks on her bike that I wanted to do, or at least to the degree I could considering the state of the bike I was riding. I tried to turn around but was too close to the side of the road I was facing and didn’t quite make it. Boom! I hit the side of the road, going too fast on a bike that was too big and wasn’t able to properly stop. I went head over heels, still holding on to the handlebars and in the process jammed my crotch into the stem of the bike. You know, the joint where the handlebars and bike frame connect. Holy mother of god did that hurt!!

I must have passed out for a moment because I went from hitting the side of the road and feeling the impact against my crotch to being in the ditch with my friend trying to pull the bike off me. She was trying not to laugh as she asked if I was ok. If I hadn’t been in so much pain I’m sure I would have been laughing too. Unfortunately I felt more like throwing up at that moment. As I tried to get out of the ditch and to my feet I was thinking how glad I was nobody had seen. Apparently that thought had come too soon as seconds later I spotted a crippled old man coming towards us. He had seen the whole thing from his living room window and came to see if I was ok. Embarrassment factor just went through the roof.

It took some help, from both of them, but I finally managed to get to my feet. Still hunched over in pain I hobbled back to my friend’s house with the bike, her walking hers beside me and the crippled old man making his way back to his lookout post. Seriously, that’s what old people do, sit at home looking out the window to see what their neighbors are up to. They make for a good neighborhood watch.

But back to the topic at hand…

This was not a pain I would ever like to experience again. I honestly do not know how people enjoy it. It isn’t a sharp pain. It isn’t a dull pain. It’s somehow neither yet a combination of both. It’s like running full speed into a concrete wall except it’s your genitals that receive the impact rather than your skull. Pinching, slapping, even the occasional bite, my cunt likes these. A kick, a punch, that piece of steel from the bike, no thanks. You can use a flogger, a paddle, a Wartenberg wheel. You can pin it, clamp it, or pump that pussy up. Just please, PLEASE, don’t treat it like you’re trying to win an ultimate fighting challenge.


Cinderella’s Scarf



she fled in haste

like Cinderella after the ball

her scarf left blowing in the wind






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