Lesbian Wet Dreams (versions 1 & 2)

It's the return of "The Biggest Loser" featuring special guest trainer Jillian Michaels this evening (see below). From the promo shown this week the show will be creating slime on many lesbian couches around the country tonight. Not only is she brought in as a surprise trainer BUT she arrives on huge fuck off motorbike in full leathers. All very cliche of course, but will no doubt start another flurry of Internet debate as to "is she or isn't she".

I have blogged about this question before, and the motorbike arrival will again ignite debate. As pointed out before she is a partner in fully out Jackie Warner's gym and Jackie also rides a fuck off huge motorbike in full leathers. Need I say more. I look forward to checking my site stats tomorrow.

In our house we have decided that we don't care if she's gay or not, she is just HOT, and she's welcome to come and train and scream at us anytime. I would even do ab work for Jillian!!

And on to wet dream #2. This weekend is a lesbian dance night in the city. I have blogged before about how dire previous Wellington events have been and it seems I wasn't the only one who felt that way. A pair of gorgeous young women have taken matters into their own hands and created a new event and are doing everything right. Good music, great sound system, no breaks for slash-your-wrist-singers in the middle. My one peeve is that the only bubbles available at the current venue is NASTY. It's the Matua stuff with the silver label and pretty stars on it. AVOID AT ALL COSTS.

The last event the Ice team held was just before Xmas, it was a very quiet night but we had loads of fun. I took baby techie dyke out with us. Even though she has lived in this country for a year it was the first time she'd been out "on the scene". What a laugh! I felt like some mad scientist who'd just created a new pet in the lab and thrown it out to the masses to see what would happen. I was so proud.

As it was holidays she'd dealt to her "corporate" look and given herself a full mowhawk, not a Beckham style faux hawk, but the full works, long down the centre and fully shaved on the sides. She turned up in her best androgynous clothes, with the correct amount of designer label knicker elastic showing above her low slung boy jeans, then took off her shirt to show her skimpy little singlet.

She had all the moves and during a pool game seduced the corner of the table with a pole dance inspired hip grind. She was 'fresh meat', and the punters sitting round the bar were drooling into their drinks and sliding off their bar stools. It's guaranteed they will have worn out the batteries on their BOG's (battery operated girlfriend) when they got home that night.

I' m planning on taking the new pet out again this weekend as there will be a whole fresh set of hormones to titillate.