Strength through words

I was delighted when I won a session with Studio X a few months ago – I’ve spent years admiring their work at various Erotica Expos. Getting to see how they worked in person was fantastic, and the shoot itself was awesome (get naked and have someone take photos of me, with lots of props to choose from? Don’t mind if I do!).

There were 163 pictures taken in the end – and we got to look at all of them that very day, relaxing on the sofas, looking at them on the big screen and snickering at my occasional bizarre expression and oohing at the frequent amazing photos. There were a solid 100 or so images I would have been delighted to take home and put on my walls, or indeed put on this blog. I wanted so many of them!

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Don’t be afraid of your freedom

Does anyone else have their own theme-song? You know – the one song, that whenever you listen to it, feels thematic/resonates with your life? And cheers you the hell up to boot!

Me, I most definitely do – which is good, as it means I have something to write about.  I’ve had a theme for as long as I can remember, and while it has changed a few times, I’ve had the same one now for the best part of twenty years.

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Getting my slut walk on

S – L – U – T

I don’t care what you call me

Wearing high heels or PVC

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Paint on the beach

The sun beats hot and sultry upon my purple skin. As I caper delightedly across the sand, sharing the joy of loving your body – and loving mine as well – I revel at being out in public wearing naught but paint and accessories.

What do they see? A goddess? Rolls of fat that disgust them? An amazing parasol shading a vision? A body that’s not normally expressed? Positive or negative or something in-between?

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Little Miss Birthday

Today is my birthday – and I am a grown-up hobbit at the grand age of 33. Even if I only have hair on my big toes…

The first 3 1/2 hours of wakefulness have gone well, as my beloved Apollo has treated me with hugs and tea and toasted cheese muffins, and awesome Hedwig presents (as well as fans. Good in this heat). He and Hylas have been plotting and scheming together about plans for the rest of the day, and it sounds like it’s going to be lovely.

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Gorgeous You!

I am sending out a big love-heart to everyone – my lovers, my friends, my readers, and random strangers stumbling across this post.

You are beautiful. Stunning, sexy, arousing, loveable. And definitely huggable!

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Fat Dee is Fat

Trollish backstory

Last week this blog saw its first ever troll (I have no idea what took them so long, really!). The reaction from readers was swift, hilarious, and awesome.

Here’s how it started – ‘Jesus’ commented with the following:

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Repost: Musings on Curvitude

Today is 11 years since my mother’s suicide. I don’t feel up to saying anything new, but I did want to repost something I wrote a few years back.

From March 2007.

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Fat and Sexy

See those curves? Those are mine. I love them.

I love my breasts, which are large and heavy. Sometimes they become more gravid than usual, drooping down toward my torso – usually as my sex drive rises.

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Checked out

When did you last get an STI check? Have you ever had one?

I’ve been getting mine on an annual basis for the last seven or so years. Generally that meant taking the easy route and getting tested when I saw my gynaecologist for my yearly check-up.

Over those last seven years I’ve had sexual interactions with approximately a dozen people, eight of whom have been (or become) longer-term partners. In all cases (bar the first threesome I ever had, when I was horny and dumb) I’ve practiced safer sex. And in all cases, when it came to a partnership that I wanted to be longer-term, I’ve made sure we’ve both been checked out.

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