Number 21?

I ‘came of age’ in the ’70’s (yes, I had to work out the decade) as a married woman; my 21st birthday was marked by dinner at a posh restaurant with my first husband. He (very sensibly) had celebrated his 21st birthday prior to our marriage, marking the occasion with a party, a cake and a “pash” with my cousin, an action that should have warned me about his tendency to stray.

Suck

I pulled Russell to me again, as waves of desire mounted, blindly seeking his mouth once more, my body lost within a rush of throbbing sexual need. The kiss extended, our lips tugging, sucking and smearing, tongues flickering and snarling, mouths creating an avid de-facto copulation.

A Breast in Shadows

In case you didn’t know Twitter has decided to hide me in the shadows. So I have learned my lesson and covered up those disgraceful nipples for this weeks featured image post. So if you want to see Indies breast come out of the shadows you’ll have to pay her website a visit.
https:midnight-atthe-oasis-64.blog #SinfulSunday

A Breast in Shadows

In case you didn’t know Twitter has decided to hide me in the shadows. So I have learned my lesson and covered up those disgraceful nipples for this weeks featured image post. So if you want to see Indies breast come out of the shadows you’ll have to pay her website a visit.
https:midnight-atthe-oasis-64.blog #SinfulSunday

S(exes)

If I was able to get together with any of my exes it would of course be Ryan – although since he was the one who left that is extremely unlikely, and we’d probably have little in common nowadays. The ex I am most likely get back together with is Paolo – we still have a soft spot for each other – or more accurately for our memories of each other.
#WickedWednesday