Mashed Potatoes, riding crops, and Cossacks…these are a few of my favorite things

The bedroom, like the kitchen, should be outfitted with adequate accessories. One does not bake a Bundt cake in a round pan after all. Today, let’s explore two essential items for each room beginning with the kitchen. I find my potato ricer to be a vital kitchen tool. I cannot tell you the number of times I have whipped up a batch of delicious potatoes all courtesy of my little ricer. For the health conscious, they also make excellent mashed sweet potatoes which for reasons that baffle me are incredibly nutritious in spite of their inherent sweetness. The technique could not be easier either – slice up a few potatoes, boil until they can be pierced with a fork, and mash in the ricer. Add a bit of butter, milk. salt and pepper, give it a good stir, and you’ve got a bowl full of deliciousness. When wooing a guy who likes home cookin’, set a batch of these in front of him and you’re guaranteed a handy j – at a minimum.

And now onto the bedroom…..maybe it is my love of history or my fascination with thoroughbred horse racing or maybe it is simply the romantic in me but I go weak in the knees for a riding crop. The way it feels in my hand, the smell of the leather, how it becomes an extension of my arm when I use it – whatever the reason, my love affair continues undiminished. Perhaps I was a Cossack horseman in a past life, galloping my steed across the vast  steppe of southern Russia, pillaging and accessorizing as I went. The riding crop can be a playful first step for those bringing a little spice into the bedroom or more intense for the S&M leather daddies who walk among us. The slight stinging sensation – warm and ticklish – can be incredibly stimulating during foreplay or fucking. I utilize the tried and true spanking formula of smack, smack, rub, squeeze. Repeat. For myself, I prefer a rough hard smack like I am Secretariat being ridden down the stretch at the Kentucky Derby. So as my Cossack ancestors did in ages past, mount your steed, hold your riding crop high above your head and gallop onward – for hell or glory!