• Sinful Sunday

    #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 to take pictures of my freshly waxed cunt here. Don’t forget to click on the lips to see who else is being sinful this week A Neolithic earthwork was the location for this week’s #SinfulSunday. I parked by the side of the road and walked the 400 yards to the entrance, a cleft in the small mound that was created so long ago. You have to crawl to get inside the damp dark space. The floor covered in beech leaves blown in from countless autumns,…

  • Words

    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 shop Jaeger dress and my feet sore from London walking. I had a twitter friend with me, and was strangely anxious about you both meeting, what if you didn’t like each other? As it was, who could resist your eyes? Warm, friendly, alive and an unusual hazel colour. They warm the personality denying City uniform and speak always of a lively intelligence and a very special pair of hands. We said good-bye to my friend and caught the tube to the Tate Modern. A Picasso…

  • Words

    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 hear the exhortation that I “honour and obey” my young, long haired and bearded soon to be husband standing next to me at the church in a newly purchased brown suit from Burtons. I wanted equality and that meant no-one would or could ever own me, so why now do I long to hear the word “mine” spoken in my ear? I come with a lot of baggage, I defy anyone not to have it at 60, but I own what’s mine as soon as…

  • Sinful Sunday,  Words

    #SinfulSunday – other people

    I have a Doxy and I live in a shared house. The 2 things are linked in that the Doxy,whilst propelling me towards an orgasm in under 3 minutes, does it with the relentlessness of a ruthlessly skilled lover who makes a noise like a small aircraft taking off and I do not want my housemates to be made aware of our affair. This evening, after work as the sun prepared to leave the sky for another night I had the house to myself and I took my lover out of his drawer and he used me over and over again for his own pleasure, as I gasped out mine…….…

  • 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…

  • Moments,  Wicked Wednesday,  Words

    Sugar

    Another long day had nagged at her enjoyment of the smallest things.  Usually able to take pleasure in the intense aroma of a well-made cup of coffee or at the sight of a turning leaf falling from a tree through an arc of sunlight, today’s demands had made her hair grey rather than silver and threatened the reliable smile on her face. She needed something sweet to reconnect her with delight once more but was unable to deliver it to herself in her careworn state. Her phone pinged with a notification – Here Yes, she replied and proceeded to empty her cares into the phone, telling him of the additional…

  • Sinful Sunday,  Words

    #SinfulSunday – steamed up

    Imagine a hotel bathroom.  Hot water running over our backs in rivulets on their way past our open mouths as we kiss, down to our most sensitive places. Imagine that you look up and seeing the mirror clouded with steam order me to put my hands up as you clear the patch on the mirror to reveal my erect nipple. Imagine that you grin and take out your phone to record that moment of my active obedience. Imagine me.. Waiting… Watching.. Yours. Waiting as the water runs into my open mouth. Waiting to receive you. Waiting and wet. Click on the lips below to see who else is being sinful…

  • Elust,  Words

    Elust 93

    Elust 93 Photo courtesy of Aurora Glory Welcome to Elust 93– 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 #94 Start with the rules, come back May 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!   ~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~ A dress to die for Pushing Past Necessary.   ~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~ Kink lite, Kink life Disturbance   ~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~ The Contract My own…