The Lioness of the Lifestyle: Why the Woman is the Key
How do I begin this without offending anyone? Well, let me start by saying the women in this world are absolutely amazing. Whether they are outwardly confident, sexy, and intelligent, or a little more on the shy side, they are definitely not “innocent.”
They all share one vital trait: an open mentality. It’s a mix of character, a wild streak, and a sophisticated approach to life. They are witty, charming, sometimes shocking, but they always know exactly what they want. If you asked any of these ladies if they live a happy, healthy life, I guarantee they’d say YES with a big, dirty grin. If you aren’t a lifestyler yet… maybe it’s time to consider joining us on the dark side!
The Master of the House
In our world, the women are the true “Lionesses.” They stay in top form—nails done, hair perfect, and dressed in the sexiest skimpy wear. But it’s about more than looks; it’s about taking charge. If she isn’t happy, they aren’t happy.
These women have to be strong to go against the grain of a judgmental society. While the “outside world” is busy criticizing how people should behave, our community is the complete opposite. Every week, I see people of every profession, age, and background laughing, relaxing, and sharing intimate fantasies without a shred of awkwardness.
Communication is the key. These women have their rules, hand signals, and “emergency pull-out” procedures ready at all times. They handle the “Day One” jitters (usually by sending the husband on errands for drinks until the Mojitos kick in), and then they lead the way. A successful relationship in this lifestyle works because of her confidence.
A SPICY TALE: The Virgin Sacrifice (And the “Bush” Emergency)
I’ve been rattling my brain for days trying to put my wildest memories into words. Let’s start at the very beginning—my first year at Spice. I was experimenting with a new theme: The Sacrifice.
The idea was to take a “Vanilla Virgin” (someone wild but brand new to the scene), lay her on a mattress, and smother her in fruits, miniature cakes, and chocolate sauce. Then, the guests would “feast” like wild animals.
The Mistake: I chose a woman in her late 60s from Italy who had a 24-hour pass. She was a total “Woman Ruler”—the kind of lady whose quiet husband followed two steps behind. She approached the stage with total motivation.
The Reveal: I asked her to undress to some slow, sensual Enigma music. She took off her top, then her skirt… and as the slip came off, out popped a “bush” so massive it stopped me in my tracks. My internal reaction? “OH S###…”
The Pivot: As an entertainer, you have to find a solution on the spot. My plan? Avoid decorating the garden. I laid her down and told the guests they had 5 minutes to decorate her. To keep her occupied (and to stop her from salivating after 30 minutes on the mattress), I popped a banana in her mouth like a gala apple in a roast pig.
The Disaster: Everyone had a blast painting her in every sticky sauce and fruit. Then came the big finale: I announced the Virgin was ready to be devoured.
Silence. Not one person stepped forward. I found myself begging and pleading with the crowd! I was eyeing the husband like a devil to his minion, trying to get him to lead the charge. I ended up hovering over this poor woman, skimming chocolate off her leg and licking my finger just to show the crowd it was “safe”—like trying to convince children to eat their vegetables.
The husband eventually joined in, but the rest of the room stayed back. It was an awkward, sticky, embarrassing lesson for her, and a very “hairy” lesson for me!