• Sinful Sunday,  Words

    #SinfulSunday – double act

    One of the great things about meeting fellow twits is that if you invite them to come to the toilets with you and take their tops off for a #SinfulSunday picture they not only don’t blink an eye but they also join in with gusto. This week you get two for the price of one from me but don’t forget to click on the lips to see who else is being sinful this week

  • Sinful Sunday,  Words

    #SinfulSunday – I am – reflective

    As always, I have sought to make an image that is meaningful to me as well as, hopefully, creative and erotic. My father’s death last week has meant that I am reflective rather than sinful but hopefully this fulfils both mine and the prompts’ requirements . Don’t forget to click on the lips to see who else is being sinful this week

  • Sinful Sunday,  Words

    #SinfulSunday – private courtyard

    She could sit here naked if she wished, but she didn’t. Preferring instead to ease the straps down of the brazierre supporting her heavy breasts and to let the breeze play across them. It stroked her nipples to a gentle peak with its shy whispering touch and she sighed remembering lovers that had done the same before and dipped a tentative hand beneath her sun dress with a smile. Don’t forget to click on the lips to see who else is being sinful this week

  • Words

    Searching for a better song to sing..

    I’m all right with you, here in this room; but when I saw those people you were with I couldn’t come in. I would have seized up. Because I’m a freak. I can’t talk to the people I live with any more. An’ I can’t talk to the likes of them on Saturday, or them out there, because I can’t learn the language. I’m a half-caste. I went back to the pub where Denny was, an’ me mother, an’ our Sandra, an’ her mates. I’d decided I wasn’t comin’ here again. I went into the pub an’ they were singin’, all of them singin’ some song they’d learnt from the…

  • Words

    Four

    I have had such ennui since we came back. Everything had paled into grey and I could see no way out to a colourful world that seemed no longer to be anything to do with me. I was lost. I was ungrounded after a week of being connected to you. My world grew small enough to cover me and I stopped. I just stopped. After a day of emails, and sorting things, and a return to a home I felt absent from you sent me a message: Bath night for eye, speak later. Oh and 4… It immediately opened up a passage way out of this darkness and I rushed…

  • Sinful Sunday,  Words

    #SinfulSunday – thirds

    This month’s prompt is the rule of thirds. I also have created a new rule for myself. At least two out of every month’s Sinful Sunday images must come from those I have already taken for the foreseeable future so that I can begin to bring down the number of NSFW photos I have on my phone. This week’s photo actually was taken at least a year ago in a house I no longer live in but I felt it fitted the prompt and it is one of a set that I have used images from before and liked.  I like the palette, the sunshine and the warmth and, if…

  • Elust,  Words

    Elust 100

      Elust 100   Photo courtesy of Wriggly Kitty Welcome to Elust 100– 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. Want to be included in Elust #101 Start with the rules, come back December 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!   ~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~ He’s Out of My League Pink Hair, Don’t Care! I’m a feminist but… ~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~ Pain Sluts and Brain Squirrels His Car Keys Take…