Eggceptional Easter Eggstacy

It’s a special time of year

when the Easter Bunny comes

with eggs all in a basket

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Curious…

Apparently being stretched out and relaxed on the deck, with rope and a very fine hat,  was enough to arouse the curiousity of one of our cats.

Moss wanted to know what I thought I was doing in his spot, thank you very much. The answer, of course, was paying attention to him!

(click-throughs on all images, for bonus cattage!)

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Sharing shears

I love sharp things. They make me squirmy and turned on and hot. So when I was visiting CarouselPony to photograph her and her new pet, and her partner pulled out vintage sheep shears which belonged to his grandfather … I got a little ‘my preciousss‘ over them!

Click-throughs on all images.

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Candles and bubble baths

A guest post from Catharine – be sure to go read her fantastic blog when you’re done here!

Women can’t orgasm without them.  Well, you’d think.  I started masturbating when I was 18, and it took me months to figure out how to orgasm, and many more months to get good at it.  I read advice sites looking for a solution.  Fuck, there was a lot of candles and bubble baths.

Women are advised to take it slow.  So slow it involves a bubble bath first.  With scented candles of course – a woman can’t orgasm without the smell of pine – and maybe some nice relaxing music.  Enya.  Go for Enya. Not Last Christmas, even though it seems fitting with all that tree filling the air.

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A.A. Milne and labia torture

What does one have to do with the other? Well, when I was eight I memorised a poem for a class competition (and I won a book – I have always loved owning my own books, so it was a good incentive). The poem was an A.A. Milne one – and I memorised it well, so I’ve been able to recall it ever since.

Which is very handy if you’re being told to recite a poem whilst your inner labia are being pinched, pulled, squeezed, twisted, and otherwise tormented. A poem that you can remember – one that you can belt out the first verse of, albeit somewhat raggedly and with the occasional additional interjected swear word – is an extremely useful thing to have.

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Poems poems poems

It’s National Poetry Day here in New Zealand, so I entertained myself by taking poem requests from twitter readers. Here are the results!

Fisting

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Bath with a view

Bath tubs are for more than sleeping – especially when it’s a tub as big as the one in our motel room at One Burgess Hill, and with such an epic view!

We had a clever idea, so after touristing our way around New Plymouth on Friday, we stopped at Vogeltown Flowers (hi there, if you’re reading) and purchased lots of beautiful purple and yellow blooms.

Lots of clickies. And far too many pics for just one post, so there’ll be more next week too.

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Mmm, Pi

I am dreadful at keeping my Pi Hole shut, as you can see! Maybe that’s because Pi is so tasty? And because it never runs out …

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Hand print

One of my new lingerie purchases was a (rather elegant, if I do say so myself) g-string. A thong. Underwear that did not cover my rather epic arse.  This is a big step for me – the last time I tried to wear one of these things, well over a decade ago, led to much uncomfortableness in the walking department, not to mention a less-than-positive reaction from my partner at the time (he was a douche. We know this now). Taking those things together, I preferred to stick to underwear that looked good, felt good, and didn’t leave my cheeks hanging in the wind.

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Talkative cunt

I have a very talkative cunt. Especially in the week post-period.  I am perpetually horny in the days after I stop bleeding.  (Yes, this is that week. Yes, I’m incredibly aroused as I type this.)

On an average week, if you take about a years worth of Dee-having-orgasms, I get off (either solo, or with someone along for the ride) three or four times . But on a week like this, it’s every. damned. day. Sometimes a few times a day. I can’t help it. My cunt won’t shut up, so I have to do something about it!

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