Expressing myself

As you may recall, I’ve written a few articles for Express Magazine in the past (one on pansexuality, and one on HIV and loss), both of which have been very well received. It was great to see my name, face and words in the newspaper, not least because I was writing about topics that are important to me.

Express, in addition to their fortnightly paper, now has an excellent web presence, and their lovely editor got in touch with me before Easter and asked if I would be interested in regularly contributing some words. Naturally, I was very reserved and only squee’d a few times as I accepted the offer

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e[lust] #25

Photo courtesy of Sadie

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Lease-to-own

I am pleased to introduce a post penned by m’Lady, Tethys.

If you’d told me five years ago that i would find myself in the position of working on creating an owner/property (o/p) relationship with someone, i’d have found the thought perhaps amusing, but not likely. Yet here i am!

It’s only in recent years that i’ve begun to call myself ‘kinky’; i’d not felt comfortable doing so previously due to “kinkier-than-thou” attitudes i’d encountered over the course of a number of years. So i hadn’t been sure that i was kinky enough to call myself ‘kinky’; and even if i was, i didn’t like the idea of being associated with people who seemed to think that being kinky made them so much more sophisticated than, and superior to, everyone else, or that if sex was involved, it wasn’t really kink anymore.

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Nature trail

We walk in the bush, cool beneath the lush canopy of green. I am glad of my sneakers as we meander along the dusty path and marvel at the isolation we’ve found, so near to our holiday home.

It’s deep summer, but aside from the background buzz of cicadas it would be hard to tell. Streaks of sunlight break through and light upon ferns, deadfall, supplejack and tall kauri – but the heat is lacking, soaked up by the foliage before it reaches our skin.

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Diabolical Buns!

One of the best things about Easter is hot cross buns. Preferably toasted under the grill, with melted butter on them. Delicious!

But why go with the boring traditional ones when you can have these instead?

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Adventures in Playland- Swinging and the Single Woman

Another guest post from the sexy-as-anything Unicorn on a Motorcycle:

Swinger’s clubs have, shall we say, something of a reputation to the general population. Middle-aged couples grinding at each other or making awkward conversation over ill-fitting lingerie and vodka tonics. Sleazy operators. Cheap lube. Basically, the kind of place that would like to be inhabited by extremely fuckable twenty-somethings acting like they’re in a Snoop Dogg video, but aren’t.

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Sinfully good feet servicing

Hylas takes excellent care of my feet for me, an act of service which is very appreciated (anything to do with my feet I appreciate – he not only looks after my toenails, but also beats my feet, rubs my feet, licks my feet, and – alas – even tickles my feet. Lovely pet!). That includes painting my toenails on a regular basis, something I’m unable to do for myself due to the strong aroma of the polish and remover. He has a great range of colours (he paints his own fingernails – something he started in homage to my brother, but has continued because he likes it), and I enjoy the variety, picking something different each time.

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Debasement

For years, when it came to kink, I was all about the submission.  I loved being taken down, tied up, used and marked and roughed up.

But then relationships changed and life altered, and my desire for submission receded, slowly, into the mists. At near the same time I learned, with pleasure, how much fun it was to be the one in charge. To be the one making demands. I was the one able to coax pleasure, pain, and pleasure through pain from someone else.

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Time Out

It sounds absolutely delightful – I was waited on hand and foot; brought delicious meals; and received surreptitious visits in the middle of the night. It could be a resort, or a sexy vacation.

Actually, it was hospital. My first time ever in overnight, since being born (rather a while back, and not remembered, obviously). And while all of the above was indeed the case, it wasn’t a resort (another option could be a prison stay, but it was much nicer than that! Somewhere in the middle of the two, perhaps?).

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Pleasurists #123

Beauty by Any Definition by UniqueNudes

Welcome to Pleasurists, a round-up of the adult product and sex toy reviews that came out in the last seven days. For updates and information follow our RSS Feed and Twitter.

Did you miss Pleasurists #122? Read it all here. Do you have a review for Pleasurists #124? Be sure to read the submission guidelines and then use the submission form and submit it before Sunday March 27th @ 11:59pm Pacific.

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