Not all maps are what they seem
She was a journey to take An exploration to make Of hands and fingers And my mouth that lingered Searching every inch of her Listening to her sigh and purr…
She was a journey to take An exploration to make Of hands and fingers And my mouth that lingered Searching every inch of her Listening to her sigh and purr…
It was just a fleeting glimpse. As she bent down to pick up her glove the wind blew and lifted the back of her skirt. For a split second I…
“…That which they call abstract is the most realistic, because what is real is not the exterior but the idea, the essence of things.” ~ Constantin Brancusi
“Fair Maid of February! — drop of snow Enchanted to a flower, and there within A dream of April green, — who without sin Conceived wast, but how no man…
“A hot bath! How exquisite a vespertine pleasure, how luxurious, fervid and flagrant a consolation for the rigours, the austerities, the renunciations of the day.” ~ Rose Macaulay For those…
Have I mentioned that I want you? Did you hear me whisper it the other night at dinner? Maybe I missed out the bit about your mouth on my thighs…
So here we are again dear reader, the final Sinful Sunday of 2018. I spent a long time looking through possible pictures for this one. Should it be Christmassy or…
I have written before about my issues with Christmas. When I first met Michael I definitely arrived at a place where I hated the whole damn thing but gradually over…
“Do you feel it? Tell me if you do. I want to hear you say it. Say heat. Say wet between my legs. Say legs. Seriously, I want you to.…
“The camera adds a certain sheen to things. Something about being frozen in time really makes things sparkle.” ~ Brandon Stanton
“I watched the land for as long as I could, until it disappeared behind its shawl of mist, and until I had it fixed in my mind – unchanged, mysterious…
I don’t wear knickers that often. In the summer under skirts and dresses I am always bare. I never wear them under leggings either, it all feels like just too…