A new country
Our bed is a strange country, what has been, even if unhappy, was at least familiar and this is not that, although it is welcome.…
moments : words : images
Our bed is a strange country, what has been, even if unhappy, was at least familiar and this is not that, although it is welcome.…
Sheela na gig , represented by mounds, slits and cuts in the earth. Worshipped for her fertile sexuality and unapologetic earthlinked eroticism it seemed apt…
I want you to find me so beautiful that your breath catches in your throat when you look at me. That all your carefully laid…
The spring morning light is so delicious. It lies on my skin like a silk nightdress, warm to the touch and heavy with the day…
We met on a hot day in April by Harrods, you in your suit with laptop and a City grin and me with a charity…
We compartmentalise, create silos, attempt to distract and pull the eye away from the parts we feel ashamed of or dislike. Here, I place that…
It's a D/s thing, something I never thought I would crave or want. I was a 70s feminist, aghast during my first marriage ceremony to…
It's officially spring and the weather should be warming up but in my house there is still a nip in the air. Don't forget to…
I don't usually do these roundups as I often don't have the time or headspace to be that organised about my blogging. Working a full…