‘O God, make me good, but not yet.’– Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited I love walking away from him. I love that when I do, I can already feel the ache creeping into my back and legs that will remind me tomorrow of how I was fucked hard today. I can still feel the damp stickiness […]Read more "Walking away…"
Those who are London-based are probably aware that Battersea Arts Centre was largely destroyed in an enormous fire last week. It is not only the tragic loss of a really beautiful building, but the arts centre was the venue for some very interesting productions. The fundraising for the repairs is well underway and, if you’re […]Read more "Darkness…"
I might be a bit too much of a newcomer to be jumping onto the #EuphOff bandwagon, particularly as I’m not certain that I have written enough erotica to have earned the right to mock it yet…but it looked really fun and, after choking back inappropriate laughter when the man in Halfords helping me change […]Read more "Hammering it home…"
I’m afraid that I’m that girl who wears heels all the time. I like how they give my legs a better shape, and how they make me that little bit taller. And best of all, no matter where I go, you can always hear me coming… See what else is being shared by pressing […]Read more "Sinful Sunday: Sound (ish) …"
Somehow everything’s gonna fall right into placeIf we only had a way to make it all fall faster everydayIf only time flew like a doveWell God, make it fly faster than I’m falling in love – Hallelujah, Paramore ‘Are you married?’ ‘Um…no.’ ‘Oh, do you have a boyfriend then?’ ‘No…’ ‘Oh…right…ahh…OK’ …and I’m ashamed to […]Read more "The stigma of being single…"
I can see you. You haven’t noticed me looking yet, but I can see you. You undress unhurriedly, without ceremony. I love to watch you taking off each layer of clothing, slowly revealing your beautiful body beneath. Arms, chest, back, thighs…I am transfixed. Finally you turn and see me watching. My breath catches as […]Read more "Sinful Sunday: Sight…"
And everytime I go to bedAn image of you flickers in my headAnd everytime I fall asleepAn image of you flows in my dreams– Flickers, London Grammar *** I wrote this a while ago while making the most of my own insomnia and, as it seemed to fit the brief, thought I’d enter it into […]Read more "Giving Up Sleep…"