It starts as a low rumbling in the background. A hum that I can’t quite locate. I’m so distracted and it’s so distant that I don’t know if I’m imagining it. But it builds. It grows. The rumbling becomes a growl, a moan. I can feel it vibrating through me, a buzzing that rises and […]Read more "Sinful Sunday: A midnight train…"
‘You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.’ – C.S. Lewis What better way to start the day than with a cup of tea? See what else has been shared this week by pressing the lips below…Read more "Sinful Sunday: Tea?"
We talk about the nature of relationships, of men, how love comes in different forms. Passion, she says, you can feel “for the worst man you ever met. But that has nothing to do with a deeper partnership. In such a one, passion stays, but more important is confidence, respect, knowing a man is not […]Read more "Musing on monogamy…"
‘I’m pickin’ up good vibrations She’s giving me excitations’ – Beach Boys I’ve written this as a sort of retraction, an update as my curiosity driven explorations have altered my opinions – I have previously posted about how I didn’t think vibrators were worth the effort because wanking with just my hands felt good enough […]Read more "Good vibrations…"
‘For a while’ is a phrase whose length can’t be measured. At least by the person who’s waiting. – Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun He tells me he won’t be long. He tells me to wait a while. So I wait. At first, it’s easy. Then a tingling of anticipation […]Read more "Sinful Sunday: Waiting…"
Cwtch – Welsh word for an affectionate hug. There’s no literal English translation, but its nearest equivalent is “safe place”. Snuggling and cuddling and loving and protecting and safeguarding and claiming, all rolled into one. – from the Urban Dictionary I went to university in Wales and, although I learned no useful Welsh, I did really […]Read more "Sinful Sunday: Sunday morning…"
This week’s Wicked Wednesday post was inspired by Kat from Illicit Thought’s amazing photo. Do check out her blog, it’s really good! *** I am broken. I am glowing, but I am broken. My body lies crumpled, strewn out on the sheets with clothes and underwear scattered around me, but I am elated. I can […]Read more "Crumpled…"