Little piggies
I love my feet. They carry me around all day, keep me stable when I stand, and give me something extra to enjoy during massage. Also – they’re ticklish!
They’re not small, my feet. They’re quite long, and quite high (no slim sandals for me). My arches are low, but not flat – there’s a delicate curve there. But my heels are round and supportive, and the ball of each foot is wide and strong.
Contrast (a love song)
Hold me down. Pull me up. Touch me, lick me, bite me. Torment me with the slow scrape of tongue across my skin.
Tease off my clothes. Force open my legs. Whisper kisses down my thighs.
Bite down on my wrist, suck flesh into your mouth. Make me want you to pierce me, suckle on me, empty me out. Let go, just when I wish you never would.
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Celebration question
Two hundred thousand is a big number. It’s worth celebrating. But how?
I’ve taken considerably more than that many breaths, and my heart has thumped more times than that again. But I’ve not slept half that many hours. I’ve not orgasmed more than about 100th of the amount. I’ve shared happy naked fun time with barely more than 0.0001% of the number.
So 200,000 is a big deal to me. And sometime in the last week, the number of hits on here ticked over – and I’m tickled! I’m delighted, and I’m pleased, and I’m excited.
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Turquoise Pond
It’s a real treat, buying new knickers – especially when they’re a reasonable price, and a brand you absolutely adore. Delta Burke makes great underwear that I look hot in! (Delta Burke also made my purple knickers, and my delicious black ones.)
But these are my newest pair, and I really love the colour. I have other knickers in turquoise, but the pretty lace at the front of these just makes them better.
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Kibbles and bits
Time for my occasional link carnival – posts and articles that caught my fancy and just had to be shared. Enjoy!
Sometimes living in New Zealand is a disadvantage – there’s no chance of me going to the World Erotic Art Museum in Washington, to see Lochai’s exhibition. If you are nearby, though? Read the press-release, then go have a look at these gorgeous photographs!
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Hitachi Magic Wand
I really didn’t know what all the fuss was about the Hitachi Magic Wand. All over the internet, sex bloggers swooned over this toy and the orgasms it gave them. Surely it couldn’t be that much better than a battery-powered vibrator?
But oh, how wrong I was! It’s hard to know you’re wrong until you try something – and living in New Zealand, I hadn’t had the chance to try one. Luckily for me, Kiana (who had moved here from the US) brought hers to a play party.
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Once upon a time
It starts like all stories do: Once upon a time. And ends like all stories should: with a happy ending.
Once upon a time there was a young woman who started to gain weight. For the next decade, despite her efforts, her curves grew curvier and her flesh became fleshier. She would look, in despair, at pictures of herself at seventeen and at – she thought – her ‘ideal’ weight, and wondered what she was doing wrong, that she could not stay slim.
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Sugasm #140 & Editor’s Choice squee
In a week full of excellent submissions to Sugasm, I am delighted to be Editor’s Choice – my thanks (and smooches!) to the Editor. And to anyone who voted for me, of course…
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #141? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
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Double Trouble
I love spending time with my female-bodied partners, and spending that time getting orgasmic with them. And while what I can (and they can) do with with fingers and mouths is amazing, sometimes being able to penetrate (or be penetrated) adds a little extra.
I learned that when I tried out a harness with Medea – and I confirmed it when Demeter and I recently played with a double-ended dildo. That one over there on the right. Yes, the huge, thick one over there on the right.
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Staying Warm
The wind is blowing directly off Antarctica, and temperatures have dropped precipitously. The latest power bill is painfully high, but that doesn’t stop heaters and electric blankets being turned on.
Searching the top shelf of my wardrobe for something warmer to wear, I find the pashmina I inherited from Demeter on the last clothing clear-out. Wrap it around myself, over my singlet, skivvy, jersey. As I brave the bitter winds by the airport, it keeps me warm.
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