‘His dress told her nothing, but his face told her things which she was glad to know.’ – A.A. Milne, Once on a Time Although I resisted the idea for a long time, I definitely have a type. Although there are exceptions to every rule, I have a short list of superficial attributes that are […]Read more "Facial hair…"
‘Let me satisfy your soul Not a saint but do I have to be’ – BØRNS, Holy Ghost I may be kneeling, but there is nothing pious about my position. I am not praying or kneeling in honour; I’m waiting. The blindfold around my eyes is so tight that I can’t open them at all […]Read more "I’m not a saint, but do I have to be?"
Photo courtesy of Marie Opens Up Welcome to Elust #79 – The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #80? Start with […]Read more "ELust #79"
‘Accept who you are; and revel in it.’ – Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie It’s nearly a year since I joined the Sinful Sunday community, starting posting photos at the beginning of March 2015, and I have a very different relationship with my body now; so much has changed since then. I have run miles […]Read more "Sinful Sunday: Naked…"
‘Oh, figures!’ answered Ned. ‘You can make figures do whatever you want.’ – Jules Verne, 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea I like numbers. I like patterns in numbers and the significance of individual figures or statistics, but I also know that numbers can be used to tell a story – their real power often lies […]Read more "The number of the beast…"
‘Let the record show that I, Olive Penderghast, being of sound mind and below average breast size, swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth… starting now.’ – Olive Penderghast, Easy A When everyone thinks something about you, does that make it true? Can rumours become a reality if you […]Read more "Sinful Sunday: Easy A…"
‘Wherever he saw a hole he always wanted to know the depth of it. To him this was important.’ – Jules Verne, Journey to the Center of the Earth Sitting on the edge of the bed, I push my toes into the soft folds of the tights that are crumpled up in my hands and […]Read more "Flash in the night: Ripped…"