Grey

I’ve been feeling quite grey of late. When I’m in that sort of mood I tend to dress grey as well, and it pleases me when I can do so from the skin on out.

I purchased this lingerie set at the same time as my red and black ones, and really like the patterning, the colour, and the comfort. I’ve not owned anything leopard-print for many years, and having it in silver and black rather than yellow adds an elegance that I really appreciate.

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Glorious guide to sex toys!

I bought this book on a whim. I was hanging out at Borders waiting for Adonis to arrive for our movie date (he was stuck in traffic), browsing and attempting not to stack myself high with books I just had to have. I actually did pretty well, only purchasing four books … but this was one of them!

It was the cover which caught my attention. That’s no surprise, is it? Sex Toy. Yep. It’s what the book’s about, and it doesn’t mince words. So the cover got me to pick it up. But it was the authors who got me to purchase it. Em and Lo have an excellent reputation, for good reason. They give great advice, have published six books, appear sporadically in magazines and newspapers around the globe, and have a strong, effective web presence. In other words, I knew this book was unlikely to be a waste of money.

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Bend over Boulder

Rocky Bay, on Waiheke Island, is well named. It’s rocky. There’s no sand so speak of; instead there’s gravel and pebbles and cobbles and stones and rocks – and the occasional boulder, too!

And what would I do with a whopping great big piece of rock? Get naked on it, of course!

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First kiss

The first guy I ever kissed just friended me on Facebook. Which I actually think is pretty cool, so I friended him back.

It’s been a long time since that first kiss. He was first of many things, actually – first kiss, first oral (both me on him and him on me), first really heavy serious petting makeout session. And my first outdoor sexual experience. There are lots of memories there, all spanned over the period of about a year and a half, and I haven’t thought of them for quite some time.

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Warm soft strength

Sometimes I just want to curl up. To hide my face behind my hair; feel soft fur beneath my skin. I want to be safe and warm and not required to do anything except simply be.

*click*

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Slipping them on

I really love visiting second hand stores – there’s something I find intensely pleasing about finding just the right thing I never knew I wanted, and at a good price too!

One of my best finds over the past few months has been a pair of red leather gloves. I spotted them under the counter at a St Vincent de Paul shop, and when I asked to try them on they fitted perfectly, and I knew I had to take them home with me!

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Wrong turn

I enjoy getting lost. Provided I have the time to spare and a map in the car, I always view getting lost as an adventure – I am perpetually entertained when I take a wrong turn and end up where I did not intend to be. It is exciting and interesting, not to mention a great way to discover new places and new experiences.

Last Thursday, Persephone and I managed to take a wrong turn on the way to the medical centre. I should know the way by now, having driven it a dozen times, but I still managed to get us thoroughly turned around! Following our noses down completely the wrong road, we found a gorgeous view looking out over the Tamaki Estuary, as well as a carpark next to the Tahuna Torea Nature Reserve.

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Keeping control

I need to be in control. Or at least to perceive that I am.

I cannot waver; cannot let myself feel it slipping. I only feel safe giving up my control when I know that I am passing it to someone I can trust. (I can give my control to you, for a time. But I cannot drop it otherwise.)

Still, how is it that I have fooled myself into thinking I have retained control, when all around me events are spiraling? It’s not so much that it’s slipped from my grasp, rather than it’s too large, too slick and slippery and fast for me to hold on to. I can see, finally, that I don’t have control and never did, and that I’ve just been pretending all along.

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