CM and I are keeping company quite a bit lately – as co-creatives, as companions, and as close friends. We text frequently and call when the texting becomes too complex. And we cultivate and play […]
This post follows on from my Sinful Sunday post Dancing in the Gathering Dark (1) and is intended to provide my followers with an explanation on why I haven’t blogged for sometime, and what the […]
Today I felt the urge to clean out the car since it was even more feral than usual. It was a lovely sunny day, and I was feeling energised and just a little naughty. I […]
This image is from the latest batch of #BadHareArt photos that Craig and I collaborated on the other day, including No. 1. Slippery When Wet and No. 9. Hugs – #SoSS. The weather was warm […]
Happy New Year lovely bloggers and interested readers! This is Part 1. of my New Year Review covering some bloggers and blogs, ArtTwist and considerations of my ongoing kink, creative and sexual explorations. It includes […]
The nervous anticipation of being led, blindfolded, by a stranger, across the cavernous warehouse space. The moment when the music enlivened my hips, replacing my timidity with playfulness, trust and mutual interaction. Being bent over the leather stool, ropes encircling my arms.
The man, his music, the dope and the panel van became familiar territory in the succeeding months we spent in each others company. We made no pretence of love, but our non-monogamous relationship was, in the first instance, an anodyne to my sadness and eroded confidence.
Its not erotica, but I believe it is erotic, simply because I think I’ve captured something of the essence of the man (and my joy in being around him). I wanted to share it with you (with, of course, his permission). I haven’t been so inspired to draw in a long time, and although my feelings for him were clearly a catalyst, they have cleared a pathway back to my earlier love of drawing. So expect more, maybe on the blog, maybe on Instagram, Tumblr or Twitter.
“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off…
But in the end, it’s only a passing thing … this shadow. Even darkness must pass.”
I have maybe half a dozen books of (mostly) short stories (including Delta of Venus by Anais Nin) at least half of which involve tentacles or beasts of some sort. While i am no “beauty” I do find myself frequently attracted to the “beast”. I’m enough of a romantic, and I’ve been immersed sufficiently in myth over many years to get off on these sorts of ideas, both in my erotic reading and sometimes, to my detriment, in real life.