Feeling myself undawning, the day’s light playing upon me, I who am substance of shadow.
Ten little letters ~ E R O T I C O N U K
E is for
Eroticon UK and the Eroticon team who granted me a free ticket. Continue reading EROTICON UK Ten Things
Who was the first person you ever had a crush on? Why did you like them?
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Welcome to Elust 104
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. Continue reading Elust 104 ~ Erotically Informative
Smut Marathon Competition ~ Early Days & SoSS
The smut marathon competition is meant to be a challenging writing experience and I certainly feel, on my part, it has been just that – after only two rounds. Continue reading Smut Marathon Competition Early Days ~ SoSS
I had some really interesting comments – here and on Twitter – in response to part one of this saga from my past life. The first part was just a snap shot of the situation – so here is part two. Right or wrong, you will find out more about me and my decision in the following post – Games. Continue reading Games to play when the coffee is cold
Sometimes it’s good just to blend in and not attract attention…
This is a true tale that happened when I was in my early 20’s – I knew I had to write as soon as I saw the prompt for Wicked Wednesday was coffee… Continue reading Coffee Without Cream
I am a great fan of the novelist and poet D.H Lawrence. When I read his work I feel as if the words are almost singing at me from the page. I have read many of his novels – one of my favourites being The Virgin and the Gypsy – and recently began to take a look at his poetry. Continue reading Dissolute on Sinful Sunday
Recently I discovered that I will be going to Eroticon. Before, it was just like a daydream really, as the cost was way out of my budget. But then two things made it come true. Continue reading Meet & Greet Me & my Wellington Boots at Eroticon
I found a really retro-old-fashioned, incredibly sexy dress, in a charity shop. I knew he would love it; being practically backless with a low cut neckline. It is shiny and lurid, with a flamenco-style split, keeping a stocking top on show. Perfect to wear when you are being a dirty bitch for your man. Continue reading Such a Dirty Bitch Deserves to be Whipped and Scratched
Claret ~ I am really enjoying the new meme from the fabulous Indie – ArtTwist. A painting is presented and you creatively add your twist to it. Continue reading Claret on Sinful Sunday and the ArtTwist
Welcome to Elust 103
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. Continue reading Elust 103 ~ Erotically informative!
This shot was taken about a month ago. I was undecided as to when I would publish it. Then last week there was such a wave of nipple shots on the wonderful February Photofest that I thought now was as good a time as any. Continue reading Loving the Nipple on Sinful Sunday and SoSS
Warning – This post tells the true story of a family where over time incest was an ongoing part of life. Do not read if you have personal issues regarding this topic.
Shadows have a tale to tell.
I suppose as I was growing up I thought intercourse was SEX. But as life progressed I realised that I actually wanted sex, but not always intercourse. It depended on the person I was getting down and dirty with, and what I hoped to gain or get sexually from them. I found more and more that sex – to me – was sexual activity that I enjoyed, that he enjoyed, but not necessarily including intercourse. Continue reading Sunshine and Frolics for May
January is often a bleak month. In the world that we work in it is also a month where we are not hired. Luckily, we have had a little winter sunshine in the Algarve, staying with a friend.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. Continue reading Prowl in the Night on Sinful Sunday