Pretty in Paisley

It’s wedding season! Weddings are an excellent excuse to dress up, and in summer it’s too damned hot to wear too much. Hence – my favourite dress, a cream number with subtle paisley patterns.

I remembered from the last time I wore this dress (to my poly birthday dinner) that I no longer had any sexy light-coloured knickers (an appalling oversight …). A visit to the local lingerie shop for big women – with Demeter in tow – was in order! Luckily, Rich Lingerie had lots of what I wanted, and I came away with five new pairs in three designs, and a bra.

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Bibliopornophile

I’ve been described as a bibliophile more than once, and the many bookcases in our house suggest that it’s accurate. Not all of the books are mine – some are Apollo’s – but I’ve read (and re-read) a large number of them. So when Bittersweet Me tagged me with a meme earlier this week, wanting to see what I read – quite aside from my recommended posts on Google Reader – I thought I’d take her up on it.

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Threesome on a golden afternoon

I collapsed, happily orgasmed out, on the bed. The three of us – Apollo, Demeter and I – had been kissing and licking and sucking and nipping and sharing for a few hours now. The sheets were rucked down the bottom of the bed, the fan was rotating in the corner and blowing late-afternoon air onto us, the sun was cross-hatching through the net curtains. Other than the cats, there was no one else home, so the doors and windows were all wide open to let the air waft through. It was the middle of summer, and it was hot.

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Diaphanous

The shawl is mildly scratchy as I drape it across myself. Trying different ways of holding it around and across myself, I am delighted at the way it covers without hiding, and clothes without making discreet. Beads and sequins catch the bright sunlight and flash it across the room.

I have an audience. Demeter, who produced the shawl in all its diaphanous debauchery. Medea, who initially requested something to wear, her corset becoming tiring (and thus led to Demeter finding her shawl). Adonis and Aphrodite, cuddled together on the couch beneath the window. And a woman new to me – a delightfully flirty singer with a lissome body and a luscious arse. I like that I am being watched.

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Suffer

I suffer.

I suffer, for it has been too long.

I suffer, for it has been too long since you have hurt me. Since, released from my cage, I have cried out in pain, my crescendoing vocals matching the rhythmic agony you inflict.

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Purple haze

It’s the middle of summer – the temperature is sky-high, and the humidity makes my trousers cling to my legs and my shirt stick to my spine. I spend the day at work, sucking back water and enjoying the air-conditioning, shoes kicked off under my desk.

But by the time I get home, I am sweltering. I shuck my trousers as soon as I’m in the door, and consider losing my shirt as well. Heading to the bedroom to do just that, I notice with amusement I had successfully matched underwear with outerwear as I blearily dressed that morning. Pleased with the results, I aim the camera at my dressing table mirror, and take photos of my half-clad body.

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When I think of your hands

For Adonis

When I think of your hands

I think of roughness:

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Get thee behind me!

It’s Saturday afternoon and I am freshly showered, wearing nothing but my very favourite knickers (lovely black lace and a very comfortable fit). After some initial hesitation, Apollo agrees to photograph me for this weeks HNT.

I kneel on the bed and stretch, feeling the muscles in my back pop. I envision what he sees through the lens: sturdy thighs, buttocks winking cheekily through my knickers. The fleshy rolls on my back, two of my tattoos (photoshopped out, for identity reasons), my hair brushing my shoulders and upper back. My arms raised, fingers knotted behind my head.

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Hot Summer Night

It’s late – later than it should be on a school night, but we’re finally in bed. The lights are out, and we’re settling down to sleep. It’s slightly less humid than earlier in the week, so we’ve left the fan off for a change. Still, I feel hot, despite the duvet tossed back and the sheet only partially covering me. I lie on my back, feeling Apollo’s cool arse pressed against my side, and try to drop off to sleep.

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Bondage on a Budget

Alison Tyler, aka Trollop with a Laptop, keeps one of the most-readable blogs on the internet (and if you’re not already following her, go have a look, okay?). Her writing style is easy to follow while still being erudite, and she frequently includes short stories in her postings. Alison has had a plethora of erotica books published on a wide variety of topics, and I was delighted to win a copy of Bondage on a Budget from her last year. Rather a few more of her books are on my wish-list as well!

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