Warm in fleecy fabric Retaining, still, your smell. And all this separation Feels like a living Hell. I would much rather be Curled cosy in your arms But circumstances intervened So here, alas, we are. A warm hand strokes my curvy bum, To distract, and pass the time Recalling mem'ries of your touch Though this … Continue reading Warm, Cosy, Curvy- Sinful Sunday
Before you go and leave this town I want to see you one more time Put your dirty angel face Between my legs and knicker lace. Fight me, try me Kiss me like you like me. Twist it round again and again "Twist" by Goldfrapp
Sometimes our bodies sin against us. They succumb to illness, they grow things that shouldn't be there. I am currently sporting some rather fetching bruises on my skin, due to my veins refusing to come out to play when I required medical treatment and needed to be cannulated. (I'm okay, btw, it's only minor!) These … Continue reading Sins of the Flesh- Sinful Sunday / FebPhotoFest 2020 Day 2
All those memories, pain and anger, flood back one by one They must be just around the bend, they always come. At night as I lay sleeping they come to me in herds Their lies remain, the dreams the same, it's only fleeting words. No one calls there in the shadows There's no end to … Continue reading Out of the Shadows
Apologies if you popped by to comment on Tinsel Tits this morning. Yet again, WordPress randomly switched off my comments. I don't know why this keeps happening - anyone else been experiencing this? By way of apology, have a tinsel-ey outtake.... 😉
On Sunday before Christmas My true love gave to me A warm pair of tinsel titties.... Happy Holidays, everyone 💋
Things have been busy these past few days, and in exciting, wonderful ways. I haven't forgotten The Lair though and, as hectic as things are, I can always find time for a boob shot on Sinful Sunday... 😉 😈
A dirty mirror, and a dirtier mind... 😉 😈
Sometimes I can be hard as nails, Bossy, fiery, and ferocious. But other times, I am soft And want nothing more than to hide in an over-sized jumper, And curl up in a pair of warm, safe arms. Who will I be today, I wonder?
The Devil whispered in my ear, "You're not strong enough to withstand the storm." Today I whispered in the Devil's ear, "I AM the storm." Author unknown, found on Google Sex-toy company Hot Octopuss are currently running a campaign called "Show Stigma the Finger" all about challenging the stigma that surrounds sex and masturbation. We … Continue reading Fuck Fear- Show Stigma the Finger
Jupiter's Lair 