• #WickedWednesday,  Words

    Stastics and Damn Lies – On numbers and hard work

    I have always been crap at numbers and pay very little attention to my follower counts, number of views, or links. I am mostly just happy to be able to do this and I avoid creating goals or targets for fear of missing them or disappointing myself or people whose opinion matters to me. In short, I fear failure because I do not believe in my ability to create my own success. With that in mind the yearly blogging awards is something that I cannot avoid, and actually don’t want to as, as contrary as it sounds, I do want to feel part of a community in spite of choosing…

  • Wicked Wednesday

    A moment in time

    Stepping from the warmth of the car to the crisp fresh air should not have come as a shock, the drive here had, as instructed, been carefully executed. The strangely satisfying crunch of Dubarry boot into freshly layered snow resonated in the still air. She thought back to the drive here, only three red lights, only three occasions when her right hand slipped within her knee length faux coat, under the coat to her warm, and yes wet, naked flesh, feeling the pulse of anticipation in her now throbbing clit. The instructions were simple, embedded in her mind, no room for error, no opportunity to feign misunderstanding. “Walk please, the…

  • Words

    #WickedWednesday – O Come All Ye Faithful

    A piece of Christmas wickedness that was crying out to be part of something. I am happy to have been able to post this as a response to a Wicked Wednesday prompt from @RebelsNotes    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Elizabeth adjusted the collar of her uniform, she wasn’t certain that she would ever get used to its chafing around her neck, just under her chin where the skin seemed most tender.  The hard edge left a slightly sore red line around it for a couple of hours after taking it…