Mad Sexy

It can be difficult to find the time to check out everyone’s HNT photos. In this regular feature, I showcase my favourite pics of the week. If you like them, please visit the blogger in question and let them know – I certainly have.

Unexpected glimpses are wonderful. Whether it’s a woman leaning on a wall, a man stretching to reach a high shelf, the tilt of a neck or the dipping of a toe – ordinary body parts can be made mysterious by the clothing that (don’t quite) cover them.

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Hot Pink

I love the colour of this shirt. That’s why I bought it (for an excellent price, secondhand, at SaveMart). But it’s one of those clothing items that, whenever I go to put it on, it’s a bit too much. For some reason, underwear in this colour is fine, and a sleeveless top in this colour is fine. But make it a full-torso colour and I feel overwhelmed.

So in the wardrobe it has remained – until Dionysos pulled it out, declaring it ‘perfect’ for the photos he wanted to take.

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Who am I?

Over the course of the various journals, columns and blogs I’ve written online, I’ve written more than a few biographies for myself. Some have been wordy, others brief. Some have detailed joys and disasters, while others are instead descriptive views of myself. Often, depending on the intended readers, it’s full of identifying details. In other places, they’re only identifying if you know me rather intimately offline.

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Two Sisters DVD

It’s not often that I’ll watch a porn film all the way through. Usually I’ll a) get bored, b) get fucked, or c) get annoyed by the stupid lack of plot. But Apollo, good husband that he is, assured me that Two Sisters (in the original French: Les Deux Souers), in addition to being good porn, also had a fair plot. He would know – when he purchased it on a bored business trip to Australia he had a fair bit of time to appreciate the action solo!

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Excitable Girl

It’s pretty easy to turn me on, as various lovers will attest. But the way I’m wired means that being touched – or reading words about being touched – generally does more for me than looking at pictures or watching someone else’s action.

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Choices

You have no shortage of choice. As you gaze upon me, options increase, multiply, spill over.

Will you keep your distance; admire but not touch?

Will you come up close, fitting your body to mine?

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Crochet Sex

“Don’t mind me,” says Aphrodite. “I’m in a really weird headspace right now.”

She’s sitting crosslegged on one side of the bed, her skirt demurely over her knees, variegated wool in her lap and crochet hook in one hand. On the other half of the bed are Adonis and me, bare-arse naked and tangled up in each other.

She’s crocheting a blanket square. He and I are making out. It’s rather weird, and kinda hot, and not at all what I was expecting out of the visit. Still, she suggested he and I have some play-time after dinner, and neither of us wanted to say no to the opportunity! So he and I kiss and grope and reconnect skin-to-skin, and the three of us have random conversation, and we all giggle each time she drops a stitch and grumbles about it. The two cats, oblivious to our plans, decide where humans are is where they should be, and determinedly head for wool or bare flesh – they’re unwelcome either way.

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Favourites Exposed

The more I look at Half-Nekkid Thursday posts, the more I see of the bloggers in question, the more intimately I feel I know them as people. It’s not just that I’m seeing their flesh. It’s that I’m being invited to share their exposure, their expressions of self, their vulnerabilities as they discard clothes and shells.

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Vulva Balm

There’s something deliciously decadent about applying balm to your lips – uncapping the tube, twisting up the stick, sliding it across your lips. Then, pressing them together in a solo kiss, to ensure even application.

Applying balm to your nether lips is a whole new level of decadence. Unscrewing the tub, swirling your finger across the surface of the balm to coat the tip, then sliding your deliciously slippery finger across your vulva – down one side, up the other, teasing across the clitoris. And then, going back for more.

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Layered

We’re all naked under our clothes. That which is imagined whilst covered in fabric is thus slowly uncovered and revealed in truth.

Is it what you expect? Is it what you want to see? How do you perceive my unwrapping – as exposure, perversion, self-love? Perhaps as something else entirely. An intimacy shared.

I let my hair down for you…

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