I tilt my head back, my eyes closed but hidden behind my sunglasses, and cherish the…
Tag: Wicked Wednesday
April showers bring May flowers
I love this expression: April showers bring May flowers. With all going on in my life,…
Your truth is not my truth, nor a lie
Back when we had the virtual Christmas party for The SafeworD/s Club, we played the game…
Watching… a repeated poem
Watching…A naked body in the bathroomCurvy hips, a rounded bottomLong legs, a hint of perfumeBreasts bouncing…
Imagine this…
Imagine her… the woman at the corner table… Her red polka-dot dress seems to come from…
Paying the fine… again
I posted this story for the first time in May 2011, and thought it was about…
Being creative, a thread through my life
In the post, In love with life, I wrote about growing up with creative parents, having…
Hidden memes, or those you don’t know about yet
Back in March 2014 this post appeared for the first time, just after I had taken…
Teenage years of touching & groping
This post was originally published in July 2012, but with the prompt of ‘teenage years’ repeating…
An impulsive nature
Impulsive… I have been staring at that word for quite some time and wondered… am I…
Setting goals and a theme for 2021
I don’t like making New Year’s resolutions, because those always seem to have something to do…
Christmas time is not always family time
Christmas time… a time for family and friends, a time to be together, to laugh, to…
Thundering glass dildo
Glass of Christmas Cheer – Today is about fun and pleasure so your task is to…
Foreplay and afterplay, how and when
I think something I have always taken for granted is what we do before and after…
History repeats, the good and the bad
They say history repeats itself, in that happenings of the past, seem to happen again in…
F*ck 2020, but I’m thankful too
F*ck 2020. Just fuck 2020. There, I said it. I’m upset as I write this. Upset.…
Trust as default
My default is trust. Scratch that. My default was trust. It’s actually quite sad that due…
Lest we forget!
God of our fathers, known of old,Lord of our far-flung battle line,Beneath whose awful hand we…
The cave, a rewrite of an older story
I posted the story ‘Cave‘ for the first time in 2011, way before I have learned…
Slaps and Satisfaction
The clock’s hands shows the time as way past midnight when we finally get to bed,…