One page also reminded me to trust my intuition, which would be great except that my intuition seems to be sending me in two different directions. It’s so very easy to position your obvious sexual and creative desires within a course of action only to realise you’ve made another stupid life mistake and, what’s worse, one you’ve made before! At a point in time when it actually felt like I was making progress I now feel rather like I’m treading water – or going round in circles again.
12. My mannequin (and my rope) are some of my (newest) favorite toys.
11. I look forward to visiting the UK this year.
10. When my alarm clock goes off, I’m shocked. Usually I don’t do the alarm thing..
9. My cat gets mad at me for using the vibrator when she wants to sleep.
her skin felt hot despite the chill in the air, and she thought she detected a faint scent of flowers and awakening earth. Without thinking Flora succumbed to the urge to press herself against the cold window pane. The firm contact of her breast against the chilly glass sent a frisson of delight through her…
I had a fine day’s hunting at the Industrial Recyclers the other day. I was supposed to be picking up cardboard tubes and other construction materials for the art class this week, but the lovely woman in charge realised I liked beautiful fabric…
As a child I spent a lot of time hanging upside down from various trapezes and monkeybars, and during puberty I used to have amazing flying dreams, I’m fairly convinced that these experiences play into my desire for at least one expert suspension…
I really like the angle and the swirl of lipstick around my breast and nipple in this first protest post entitled Social Target Artwork 1.
Euphoric Danae, your virgin cunt
Dreaming on the hard oblivion
Loosed within the unexpectedness
of your claiming.
Indie’s playing tyger, tyger in the grass…
Many years ago i wrote sci-fi short stories for my own entertainment. Looking at some of Lascivious Lucy’s recent writing brought it all back. So I sent her a copy of the middle image on Twitter, and we talked about her possibly using it in conjunction with a story. There is something very serpentine/cephalapod about it I think.
I wait until he gets close before I make my move. “Excuse me” I ask in a hesitant voice “Can you help me please?” My voice sounds higher pitched than normal, anxious, uncertain. The young man, despite his pouty bad boy looks is well enough trained in customer courtesy. He slows to a halt. “Certainly ma’am, how can I help you?” #MasturbationMonday