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 […]
A thought occurred to her. She raised her own jumper, hooked the band of her bra above her breasts exposing her nipples, then scoured the flesh with his woollen garment. The movement brought his scent with it and she bit her lip, imagining his body covering hers. More sparks; earthier, sluttier, flashed between her nipples and her cunt.
lost in the fantasy
my reality involves fantasy, and my fantasies are woven through my reality – there is no separation.
The day started with my usual wake-up investigation. Which is to say running my hands over my body saying hello and seeing whether there is any interest or arousal happening. Slight tingles – nothing more.
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.