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.…
Month: April 2018
#SinfulSunday – sheela na gig
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
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…
#SinfulSunday – Saturday morning 7am
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…
Leaning in
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…
#SinfulSunday – cross section
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…
Being owned
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…
#SinfulSunday – nip in the air
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…
#BankHolidayBumDay (and a bit of a round up)
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…