I’ve been having a little nostalgia trip, thinking about the rock musicals that were popular in my youth. The religious ones (Godspell, Jesus Christ Superstar) didn’t hold a candle in my mind to the risque […]
This is a new version of a photo taken last year and posted simultaneously on #ArtTwist and #SinfulSunday (you can see the 2018 version ‘Absorbed in Pleasure’ here). I was inspired to revisit this […]
The spicing on the cake was the danger that the neighbours would return home early and spot our backyard antics…
As some of you are aware, since I returned from overseas I’ve begun to work with CM to put together a joint exhibition of his photos and my drawings. It will take a while and […]
As always we talked about anything and everything. This has been standard for some time now. There is little I hold back from him, and much I attempt to challenge him on. I make no secret of my attraction and he tells me things about his wild past that make me squirm – often but not always with frustration. I cannot tell if we are engaging in extended foreplay or exquisite denial (or both).
I watch my face
naked and ripe with desire
luring the eye
of your digital cock.
His t-shirt was a virulent shade of green and I was trying to decipher what the yellow logo was when he noticed me watching. Our eyes locked then he pointedly licked his lips.
I’m in the naughty corner on Twitter and needed to find a way of diverting myself that didn’t involve housework. This is a (rather dry) rendering of DH Lawrences poem, Figs, which is both sensual and dour. (I would still probably be seduced/induced to orgasm by a reading such as this, especially if I was naked and splayed out on a bed)
Indies been climbing the cherry tree, but the fruit keeps landing in her cleavage on #SinfulSunday!
#MasturbationMonday Ryan and Indie share some xmas cake and some other tasty treats…