NaNo is forcing me to post completely random things here because:
a) I have no mental energy to actually *write* anything,
b) posting *anything* here makes me feel like I’ve at least done *something*, and
c) I am procrastinating and therefore fucking about, and in said fuckery I am finding being sent random ‘stuff’ that tickles me.
Like this:
I rubbed myself raw on him.
We have a word here: pashing. Do you know it? It’s snogging, making out. It’s origin is ‘passionate’, which of course makes it a word I love, even though it is an old term from my adolescence and rather out of favour. “Pash rash” is the irritation you get around your mouth if you have done a lot of pashing, most common on women because men may have … Continue Reading
I recently got my first hemp rope… I tried to find beautiful foot ties (with instructions!) to play with some self bondage, but couldn’t find any.
So I improvised.
It feels lovely against the skin, it smells like country hay, and it leaves quite sweet marks.… Continue Reading
The toy is pretty, a deep dark pink, I’m not really one for toys for myself; my fingers are nimble and skilled and know my body well.
I stroke it, it is soft, like that impossibly smooth skin on the inside lips of my labia, the kind of smooth that is warm and inviting, that you can stroke and stroke just for the joy of having it against your fingertips. I bring it to my … Continue Reading
She placed a palm on his chest, the warmth of her hand a reassurance through his t-shirt… she felt bulky muscle, strong, shapely.
She was surprised, gently shocked, she looked at him. He looked thinner, softer than the body she felt hidden from her under his clothes.
She ran her hand over his pecs, reassurance turned to curiosity to feel what lay beneath the fabric.
Fingertips travelled over surprisingly firm muscle, well defined pecs, she … Continue Reading
I glance sideways at you, catch your eye. You are watching me. I know that look, it says “Here I am, Ma’am…”, it invites and challenges me, it waits.
I smirk at you, watch you blush. I know you want to look away now that you have caught my attention. Now that you have what you want you aren’t quite sure what to do with it.
I turn to face you and you hold your … Continue Reading
And yet, even though it’s *my* birthday, I am giving *you* a gift… that’s two years in a row! My nudity is now officially an annual event!
And yes, it’s really me (I know at least one of you was going to ask!). The photo was taken on the rocky headland of one of the gorgeous beaches here.
Happy birthday wishes, presents, singing, cake, champagne, sweetness, ego petting and other goodies welcome…!… Continue Reading