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26th January 2011 The other night as I climbed the stairs to bed with my computer in my arms things took a little lurch, not me physically, more shall we…
26th January 2011 The other night as I climbed the stairs to bed with my computer in my arms things took a little lurch, not me physically, more shall we…
24th January Why does 2 weeks with him fly by in a blink of an eye and yet the last 14 days, and counting, without him feel more like weeks…
20th January 2011 Take my mouth, bruise my lips, make me gag and choke, use me and abuse, thrust deeper with each stroke Twist your fingers in my hair, guide…
19th January 2011 These are not just any pink shoes; these are bright fuchsia pink shoes with a patent shine finish to them. No one is going to miss me…
14th January 2011 Have you heard about Fucktoy Friday? It is a hashtag of dirty delight that gets spread around on twitter, wait for it, yes you guessed it, every…
12th January 2011 Last Wednesday whilst he was still here I disappeared upstairs and slipped into something a little more, shall we say revealing? The children had gone back to…
11th January 2011 I have been mulling this post over in my mind all day today, the words have been buzzing around inside my brain but getting them down on…
5th January 2011 OMG, it is Wednesday again. How do I make the time stop? There MUST be a way of slowing it down. Why does it rush by so…
29th December 2010 Should this be a Christmas or a New Year Wanton Wednesday I wonder…… Well seeing as my Christmas started late, I am going to go with more…
25th December 2010 Merry Christmas to all my wonderful readers! I know it’s a bit late for some. For those of you in the Southern hemisphere it is already Sunday,…
22nd December 2010 In honour of it being nearly Christmas, which also means that I only have 4 more days of waiting for His return, I have taken some special…
December 20th 2010 Have you heard the news? It has snowed in the UK! If you have been watching the various media reports of life in the UK over the…
“Lift up your skirt” “What? Here? But, the man at the reception desk?” What about him? You reply “Ummm, well, I am not wearing any….” But my reply is cut…