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    I climb into bed carefully. Making space for your body even though you are not there. I place my hand, that fits so well, into the dip in your chest and breathe in the smell of you. I salivate. It’s a visceral reaction  to your proximity and I know the wetness has also begun to drip between my legs. Many have rested here in that same place but no-one else has named it. No one else recognised it; passed as it was from father to son to you to me.  It’s a mutation, a recognition, a home. Wrap me. Your thumb tracing the marks you have left. Sending them deep…

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    I have been writing this post in my head for a long time, years in fact.  And yet, when it comes to the point I still can’t quite put my finger on what it is I want to say.  The urge to write it comes upon me when I receive a comment about my kindness, my niceness, my obvious goodness that makes me uncomfortable.  “What if,” the voice in my head says, “what if they knew you were a cheat?” Another part of me will then step forward, protesting a little too loudly, too vociferously for my internal task master, but she says, “No it wasn’t like that, no that isn’t…

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    #SinfulSunday – Annunciation

    ‘The word of God (usually symbolised as a beam of light) entered Mary through her ear thus allowing the virgin conception of Jesus’ I lay in the beams of the late afternoon sun. My cunt rosy and warmed by its rays and considered how might our history be changed if the Word of God was thought to first incarnate via our vaginas. Blasphemous or not, stories matter. See who else is telling a different story this Sunday by clicking on the lips below ? Symbolism in the Annunciation

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    Kink lite, Kink life.

    My recent weekend at Eroticon brought up many new ideas and made more neural connections in my mind than I can process quickly.  One of those thought-threads was about Identity since that is the title of the anthology generated by those at the event – buy it here  and from that grew this blog post about the impact of  discovering and then owning being kinky.  I still have an issue with some of the ideas around this particular identity but Eroticon helps me to realise that we are all just people and that it is OK to think about  smut a lot of the time!! #x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x#x What does it mean…

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    #SinfulSunday – sloth

    New sheets of Egyptian cotton have made me fall in love with being in my bed again.   It’s a place of retreat and the simple pleasure of being awake without having an agenda.  When it’s a shared place there is generally a shared agenda of pleasure and comfort. I can be pretty slothful though, and I dream of a weekend where I only leave it to fetch food and drink. How Sinful is that? ? Click on the lips below to see who else is being sinful today 

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    #SinfulSunday – pensive

    #SinfulSunday is all about the image – and I love the opportunity to tease and play with you all. Sometimes though tea in bed with my sinful thoughts is as far as I can get. I would love to hear if you see a sin written on my face though ? Click on the lips below to see who is being sinful today

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    #SinfulSunday – Eroticon weekend 2017

    Eroticon is always a joy and this year’s weekend has been no exception. Meeting friends new and old and making happy interesting connections has refuelled my creative tank,  and a creative eye is a happy eye! ? Click on the lips below to see who else is being Sinful this week.