Sunday, April 21, 2013

A True Oasis

While I was in Toronto, a friend of mine offered to take me to Oasis Aqua Lounge to have a look around and relax in the heated pool. She said she thought I might want to have a gander and write a blog post about it, since it was a pretty cool place.

Not exactly your traditional spa, Oasis is an upscale sex club located smack in downtown Toronto. They cater particularly to couples and women who want to experience the freedom of random encounters and more in a sensual and accommodating environment:

Oasis Aqua Lounge

Heather, my friend, said that, on Wednesdays, admission was free for single women (or unaccompanied women - I'm not exactly single, but the staff don't care about your marital status) and that the place was usually pretty dead on a weekday afternoon. Supposedly, we wouldn't have to worry about blocking the advances of the single men who have to pay an admission fee to attend and are only free to do so on Mondays and Wednesdays.

Heather frequently attends Oasis with her husband and seemed to know the ropes. She already has an account at Oasis, and all they needed from me was a first name and email address. I was kinda disappointed not to be asked for I.D.. Alas, I suppose it was fairly obvious that I was older than nineteen.

We had decided that, even though clothing is optional at Oasis, we would wear bathing suits. Heather has a thing about public nudity in broad daylight, and I felt that my husband might feel better if he knew I wasn't cavorting naked in front of naked single men. I had just picked up a brand new suit anyway and wanted to try it out.

After changing by the lockers and seeing one or two nude women come in and out of the changing area, Heather showed me around (I snagged these photos from another article about the club as Oasis doesn't permit  photography unless it's been pre-arranged).

She showed me the hot tub and pool first. The hot tub was abandoned but there were several people (about three men and one woman) lounging by the pool, and one woman in the pool, floating on an air mattress. All naked. So much for being quiet on a weekday. Although perhaps this was quiet?

We then went inside and looked around at the various rooms opening up into a central area. My eyes were immediately drawn to a 'red room' where a naked older man was intent on roping up a smiling, naked young woman, while another naked man lounged beside them, watching.

 If this wasn't intriguing enough, my friend Heather then greeted the older man and chatted with him for a moment. Obviously they knew each other. As we moved on, she laughed, saying she thought it would be deserted and that here it was, not exactly busy, but definitely in use.

Frankly, I did not mind a bit. I'm very much a voyeur at heart, so it was great to get a bit of the experience without actually participating.

The place is very well set up, with several rooms featuring vinyl covered mattresses of varying sizes, a stripper pole, a pseudo, opened, back-of-the-van for fantasy role playing. All this freely for view by other patrons if you choose to partake of any space. The red room actually has one-way mirrors on one side so people can watch without being observed themselves.

Of course, the most interesting space for me was the small dungeon, which featured a St. Andrew's Cross, spanking benches, mirrors and a high quality leather swing. A veritable feast for a BDSM erotica author's eager eyes ;)

Heather pointed out that there were some private rooms on the top floor where people could go if they were less into exhibitionism and wanted some privacy.

Finally, we stepped out into the sun onto the pool deck and tried not to feel overdressed as we descended into the heated water wearing our swim suits. Part of me wished I had decided to go 'au naturel', although it would be easier to behave myself this way. I was thinking along these lines because I had caught sight of a very attractive man who looked very much like a certain Ottawa personage who features on the cover of my BDSM novel, Beyond The Edge. What is it about fit, older bald men that gets me going??? I don't know but when this man stood up and got into the pool with us it was all I could do to keep my cool and stop my eyes from lingering too long on his gorgeous form.

I'm pretty sure he came into to pool to assess the situation and see if either of us were open to anything on this beautiful sunny afternoon. He swam about a bit and spoke to Heather, but must have realized that we weren't there for anything but a relaxing swim. I watched surreptitiously as he climbed out of the pool and towelled off. This alone was worth the visit.

He then went inside and I was left to contemplate the other naked loungers. The others weren't bad looking - middle aged and comfortable in their bare skin. We were witness to a casual half blow-job poolside, which was kind of cool. It didn't go anywhere but it was so freeing to realize that any activity, as long as it was consensual, was free game. I won't lie and say that I didn't feel a bit uncomfortable, but only because it was such a new environment/atmosphere to find myself in. I felt sexy and desireable. I could feel the eyes of the men on my mature, voluptuous body, admiring my breasts and my lips, and wondering what Heather and I had come here for.

While we were swimming and floating we were eventually approached by an old man from Saskatoon who seemed desperate for action, poor guy. He wasn't bad looking, but quite a bit older than us and not very subtle in his questioning. Yet not prepared to ask either of us outright if we wanted to have sex with him, a query that Heather later said would have gotten her respect much more than his hedging. At some point a very cool, attractive woman with some body piercings and nice tattoos came into the pool, and our elderly admirer began to chat her up instead.

Eventually, the heat of the pool became too much and we decided to call it a day. We went to our lockers and towelled off, changing in full view of a couple of men which I did find rather odd although not really unpleasant. I just felt very self-conscious that I was being watched. I think that, coming here with my husband and being observed by other couples and women would be less nerve racking. This was Wednesday, when single men could pay to cruise the women who were allowed in for free. I wasn't at all worried about my safety, since there were so many people around and staff on the lower level. Plus, Heather is pretty tough and street smart, and I knew she'd protect me from any overt or unwelcome advances.

On the drive back to Heather's place I organized the images in my memory that I would save for later pondering during a private moment. Oasis Aqua Lounge is a remarkable concept for a sexually free environment - quite literally an adult sexual playground, as they call themselves. I look forward to bringing my husband here on a future visit to Toronto and truly experiencing the excitement and novelty of such a unique place.

~ Liz

Friday, April 19, 2013

Leather Heights Book Launch!

On Tuesday I boarded a train at the Ottawa VIA station, leaving my husband to mind our two kids while I travelled the five hours to Toronto to attend the book launch for Leather Heights, Toronto, Canada - Kinky Tales from Hogtown.

It was tough leaving my kids. My son began to tear up as I said goodbye - it was the first time I'd been away from them without at least the company of my husband. It was also raining and miserable, so not a very scenic train ride. I wondered at first if I'd made the right decision to go away from my comfortable home to meet some new people and read from my short story "Leaving".

I used to visit my brother in Toronto almost every year. When I was in my twenties, taking the train to the big city felt very exciting and my brother took great pains to show me everything I was missing by living in the conservative government town we both grew up in. At that time of my life I had nothing to miss back home, except my retail job and a great group of friends. I was very independent, and proud of it.

I've now been married almost ten years to a wonderful man who takes great pleasure in helping me out whenever an opportunity presents itself. When we travel together, he always takes charge of the heavy bags and helps me with the smaller one if I necessary. I have Multiple Sclerosis and sometimes my hands get tired and clumsy. I joked before I left that I'd probably go to get off the train and wonder why my husband wasn't there to pick up my suitcase.

Anyway, by the time the train pulled into Union Station I began to feel very excited for my little adventure. I had an appointment with Scott, the manager of Glad Day Books, and needed to find my way there on the Subway, which proved pretty easy. The train got in a bit late, so it was already six o'clock by the time I met with Scott. He was very responsive to the idea of ordering a few copies of Beyond The Edge for the store.

By the time I made my way to O'Grady's restaurant, having lugged my small wheeled suitcase up the stairs to the bookstore and again to the second floor of the pub, I was ready for a drink! Luckily, I saw my brother already sitting at a big table right inside the door - a sight for tired eyes for sure! I hugged him and found a spot to stow my suitcase and satchel, then sat down for a bit to rest and chat with him. Soon, my sister-in-law appeared, and they introduced me to several friends whom they'd asked to attend.

When I did finally get up and introduce myself around, it was a trip. I felt like a real author, so many people asking me to autograph my story! I soon discovered that, by sheer coincidence, it started on page 69 ;) so was easy to remember. It was exciting to meet Youkali and the other authors who were able to make it - I did my share of autograph gathering!

Me and Youkali (Ms. Leather Toronto 2013)
Youkali is in San Francisco right now competing in the Ms. International Leather competition! I wish her the best of luck :)

Another author from the compilation, Penny G., read a short excerpt from her naughty story "No Choice." Here she is posing with Youkali:

Youkali and Penny G. (author of "No Choice")

I was very excited to meet the very sexy Dorianne Emerton, who interviewed me on Sex City CIUT FM in March. Dorianne had just come from the hair dressers where she'd had most of her very long hair cut off and donated to help cancer patients. All I know is, what was left of her hair looked fabulous!:

Dorianne (of Sex City, CIUT FM)

Jenn J., the author of the story "Tuesday" was too shy to read from her own story...

Jenn J. (author of "Tuesday") her friend, and another author in the book, Sarah P., read a short excerpt for her. Jenn should be very proud because her story is awesome!

Sarah P. and Jenn J.
Sarah, previous to reading Jenn's excerpt, had read a very hot selection from her own story "A Crack of Thunder".

The imagery and eroticism contained in these short glimpses from different stories lent a delicious spark to the atmosphere.

I finally got the nerve to approach and chat with the two hot men manning the sales table, and was delightfully surprised to discover that one of them was Pup Ego, Toronto Pup 2013, whom I'd been looking forward to meeting. He was incredibly cute and sweet, and let me take his photo:

Pup Ego (Toronto Puppy 2013)

I asked Youkali (I think - the evening is a bit of a blur) to take a photo of us:

Me and Pup Ego

I was pleasantly surprised when Pup Ego landed a wet puppy kiss on my cheek for another photo:

Surprise Puppy Kiss!

He apologized afterward for getting my cheek wet, but I said it was okay - my daughter usually tricks me by licking my cheek when I'm expecting a kiss so I'm used to it ;)

He introduced me to Mr. Rubber Toronto 2013 who also posed with me for a picture. By this time I was on cloud nine surrounded by such hotness, male and female! What a great evening!

Me with Mr. Rubber Toronto 2013
It was truly wonderful to be surrounded by other writers of erotica, proud to read the juiciest bits from their powerful and luscious stories. In retrospect I probably should have picked a more graphic excerpt to read of my own story, but I felt a bit shy and preferred to just lead them into the beginning of the encounter between Patrice and Freddy. Hopefully, they were intrigued enough to finish reading it on their own ;)

All in all, the book launch was totally worth a short trip from Ottawa :)))))

~ Liz

Monday, April 15, 2013


     In the middle of an intense makeout session, he suddenly pulled away and stood up, flashing me a mischievous smile before walking away.
     "Hey, where are you going?" I said, breathless.
     "I'm going to saddle Mick. We're going for a ride."
     He came back with Mick's tack and lead rope, his jeans still open from our grope session. Luckily everyone else had fucked off to the town fair, so we were alone.
     I followed him as he neared the paddock fence and dropped the saddle and bridle on the clean grass. He took the lead in hand and pushed open the gate, giving a sharp whistle through his teeth. After a few moments, Mick came walking over from the far corner.
     I watched the beautiful brown gelding saunter towards us with a curious air, wondering no doubt if we had treats with us.
     He came right up to Parker and nudged him in the shoulder, as if to say "Okay, where's my apple?".         
     Parker clicked his tongue. "I've got nothing for you but a nice scratch," Parker murmured, rubbing Mick's cheek and clicking the lead onto his halter at the same time.
     It took only a few minutes for Parker to outfit his mount. I watched man and horse interacting in this familiar way, again marvelling at my boyfriend's way with animals. It was so obvious that Mick loved every bit of attention Parker gave him, and was happy to let him put the saddle and bridle on him.
     When he'd finished, Parker put his foot in the stirrup and leaped onto Mick's high back. He held out his hand to me. "Come on."
     I grinned and grabbed his hand, placing my foot in the stirrup that he'd freed for me. I let him pull me up onto the horse behind him. I groaned as my cock, hard from our kissing, rubbed against him under my jeans as I settled in position.
     He laughed. He grabbed the arm that had circled his bare torso and guided my hand down into his still open pants. "Me too."
     I grinned as he urged the horse into an easy walk. My hand circled his erection and stroked lazily as I pressed my own hard-on against him. "Where are we going?"
     He squeezed my thigh with his free hand. "The lake."
     I nodded, my legs tightening around the horse as he urged him into a trot. 
     "I want to do nasty things to you under that group of pines by the east dock." 
     "Fuck, yeah." I said hoarsely, relinquishing his solid cock to hold onto him better as Mick moved into a smooth gallop. "They won't be back till supper."
     "Exactly," Parker said. "It's as if the whole world is ours today."
     "About fucking time."

~ ~ ~

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Michael Stokes Photography

These photos speak directly to Michael Stokes' artistic vision and appreciation of male eroticism. I LOVE so much of his work and would be thrilled to interview him on here.

You can visit his tumblr blog or his website to learn more about him. He also has a Facebook Page. You can also purchase his book, Masculinity, here on Amazon.

~ Liz

Friday, April 12, 2013

Meanwhile in Ottawa in Fucking APRIL...

...the men put on their best attitudes and not much else, braving the cold for the benefit of humankind:

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Ottawa Night Shot

Take a look at this gorgeous shot of the Chateau Laurier, downtown Ottawa, by the amazing Fernando Farfan!

For those who don't know, Fernando took the photo of Mike Tattersall that is on the cover of my novel.  He is a very prolific and talented local photographer and I just think this particular photo is so beautiful.

If you'd like to see more of Fernando's work, or book an appointment for a wedding, please go to his Facebook Page.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Strip For Me

     "You heard what I said."
     He blushed, looking around at the trail and the rocky slope beside us. "But we're outside. And it's cold."
     I laughed, sitting on a boulder and propping my boot up on another. "There's nobody for miles. And I'll warm you up."
     He thought for a moment, weighing his options. Finally he looked at me, his green eyes wide and guileless. "Is this, like, a test?"
     "Sort of," I admitted. "How far will you go to please me?"
     He started to unbuckle his belt, keeping his eyes on me. I sat up straighter, watching his willing compliance and experiencing the familiar thrill of being obeyed.
     When he'd taken everything off, even the white boxer briefs that now lay on top of the heap of discarded clothes, he stood there, naked, awaiting further instruction. He looked like a wild stallion, so beautiful and muscled to perfection, quivering slightly with cold and excitement.
     I stood and approached slowly, as if he might bolt at any moment. Placing my hand gently on his hip, I smiled and murmured, "Good boy."
     When our lips met, his opened immediately. He gave himself to me without another word, passing my little test beautifully.
     I hoped it would be the first of many...


Wednesday, April 3, 2013

NLA - International Finalist!!!

I am so excited to announce that my novel, Beyond The Edge, has been announced as a finalist for the Pauline Reage Award at the National Leather Association - International Writing Awards for 2012!

Here is a link to see all the other FINALISTS.

Tate Mackenzie has signed on for a weekend of kinky fun at the hands of respected Dom, James Lucas.  However, James has invited another man, twenty-four year-old Sebastian Doucette, to join in.   Thrown together under James’ expert tutelage, the two men experience an instant attraction and begin a tentative relationship on their own time.  But James hasn't been entirely honest with the boys and soon Tate finds himself the focus of two infatuated men.  How will he choose the man he wants or the lifestyle he desires to pursue?