Come as you are…

‘I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a hot-gushing, butt-cramping, gut hosing orgasm.’ – Chuck Palahniuk, Choke ‘Does coming feel different when I’m inside you? Different from when I go down on you?’ I am sitting astride him when he asks, trying to bring the scattered pieces of my mind […]

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Sinful Sunday: Bad bridesmaid…

‘And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.’ – Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden What have you all done to me? I go to a beautiful place and immediately wonder what kind of photo I could take… If I could sneak away from the crowds to a secluded area […]

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Hold me close…

‘I’m miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold ground I, I pray that something picks me up And sets me down in your warm arms’ – Snow Patrol, Set Fire to the Third Bar Night shifts produce their own kind of weird exhaustion. It’s not the sleep deprivation – I’m a […]

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Sinful Sunday: Time to change…

‘There is no doubt a new dress is a help under all circumstances.’ – Noel Streatfeild, Ballet Shoes I have an unnecessary number of dresses. They’re all essentially the same – patterned, with pockets, and often slightly shorter than is appropriate. Sometimes I make a mistake, sometimes I pick the wrong one for my mood […]

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