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By samantha, on February 1st, 2010%
Since being open, my longest relationship has been with Harvey. We went out last week for dinner and I felt like sharing a snippet of our chat.
He gave me one of those lovely backhanded compliments and said I looked very nice (ok, that part’s good). Nice and put-together. Like I had put effort in. I had . . . → Read More: Silly Observations Over Rum
By samantha, on October 6th, 2009%
Wait, isn’t that backwards? Sometimes though it seems perfectly normal in my household. Allow me to explain.
This past Monday Steph had a first night with a gal he met on okCupid. He hadn’t been on a first date in, hmm … a really long time; not since he met Betty I think. Anyway, we had kind . . . → Read More: Over-promise, Under-deliver
By samantha, on October 3rd, 2009%
I know that post about Kitty was all sunshine and roses but this one’s going to be a reminder that every rose has its thorn. Even though Steph and I have been doing this open marriage shtick for over 3 years now, we still have things to learn, like the following story will share.
While I was . . . → Read More: Every Cowboy Sings a Sad Sad Song (Or lessons learned from group sex, while out of the room. And town)
By samantha, on September 28th, 2009%
If you haven’t already gathered from my many other posts, I find there are definitely a lot of benefits to being in an open relationship. One of them is sometimes being lucky enough to sleep with friends and then actually continue being friends with little to minimal weirdness between you. I wrote a post about that . . . → Read More: Kitty Knievel and I
By samantha, on September 9th, 2009%
No really, I kind of did last week. Granted it was 3 am, I was drunk and tired after returning home from Fake Prom, but I still smelt it under my nose. I told Steph I was hungry and he offered to make me some toast. Seeing as how it’s a much healthier alternative than street . . . → Read More: I Smell Burnt Toast!
By samantha, on September 5th, 2009%
Last Friday Steph, @ccath, @bondean and I headed down to the Palais Royale on Lakeshore West for Fake Prom 2009. The “theme” was Film Noir, and while many people kinda’ butchered it according to the purists it was definitely enjoyable after a long week of work to get dolled up, look around a fancy room and . . . → Read More: Fake Prom, Real World
By samantha, on August 26th, 2009%
Today is our third year Openniversary. Here’s my post from last year: http://notyourmothersplayground.com/2008/08/26/openniversary
My friend @doingitwrong made this for us last year
Three years later and what a ride it’s been. We’ve gone through so many changes in such a short time; being open has really helped us become the people we are today.
So what have . . . → Read More: How could I forget!?
By samantha, on August 21st, 2009%
This one’s almost poetic:
hi lovely day
its friday
im home going for a run
im italian french\
very passionate
************@hotmail.com
im single no kids
luv playing sports
and going to my cottage
antonio xo
Amazing. He wrote the same thing to my friend Bonnie. Check it . . . → Read More: Another okCupid gem!
By samantha, on July 29th, 2009%
This past weekend Steph and I both went out on the town. He, with a good friend of ours and me on a girls night. Being the dolt I am, I forgot to bring my mobile with me so at the end of the night when my feet gave out from hours of dancing, my friend . . . → Read More: Serves Me Right
By samantha, on May 28th, 2009%
NOTE: This is an absolute too much information post, so please don’t read if you can’t handle it. Really, I think this stuff is like any other fun activities. We talk about our other daily activities, life would be so much better if only sex didn’t have to be an exception.
Despite what people might . . . → Read More: Seven swams a swimming
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