If I Were a Zombie…

…I’d look much like this: absolutely morgeous!

I’d also probably bite even more often than I do now … (click through to see my ‘focused on brains’ look.)

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The Great Outdoors

I love having sex – I think we all know that by now! And I’m a bit of an exhibitionist, too. Add those together, and outdoor sex is one of those things I really enjoy, even if I don’t do it often. One of those things about outdoor sex, though, is that the potential for amazingness – and disaster – is often increased…

Let’s get the (hilarious in retrospect) disasters out of the way first, shall we? It turns out golf courses use sprinklers – and they turn on about dusk, drenching the hapless couple getting it on nearby. Who knew? Then there’s bamboo. The otherwise excellently concealed piece of parkland where I chose to fling my virginity away – yes, really – had small shoots growing. Right where the small of my back was. Didn’t matter how I repositioned myself, it always ended up just there. It was a toss-up what was less fun, that day. And then there was the day-trip to Picton where rampant horniness got the better of us, and so we put a towel down in the bush by the ferry terminal and went for it. Apparently other people had the same idea, and managed to – literally – stumble across us. Oops!

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Sign Me Up

I spent a long time looking for the right street sign to be photographed with for the Scavenger Hunt, and I thought I had it: just one suburb away from our house is a road liberally sprinkled with signs stating “Share with Care” (referring to bicycles and cars sharing together). Which didn’t put me in mind of vehicular road sharing! Still, with the road being so busy, I was having difficulty figuring out how to get the shot.

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Fucking and Being Fucked

With a groan I slowly unfolded myself and sprawled flat on on my front, mashing my udders into the bed. I had been on my elbows and knees for a long intense fuck: my hair pulled hard so I would rise up and tense my muscles; my cunt rutted in forcefully, followed by shallow teasing and then more deep plundering. I was feeling aches in all sorts of places – most of them very good.

I wanted to make the most of the break I’d begged to have, so I rolled over to one side, propped myself up on an elbow, and watched the continuation of play with interest. m’Lady called out: “Turn over, fuckpig, and take the same position. I’m not done.” The fuckpig’s face was shiny, showing where I had constantly dripped lubrication and ejaculatory juices onto her as I was fucked. I leaned in to nuzzle her ear and smell my umami aroma on her skin, my owner grasped her buttocks to open wide her holes for plundering. Earlier I’d had my tongue buried in the lovely arsehole now on show, and as I leaned back I could see that it still glistened damply. But that was not the hole m’Lady wanted – yet – and the fuckpig cried out as cock thrust hard into her cunt, and ey began the same forceful fucking I’d been receiving just a minute earlier.

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Cubical Rubber

It’s not often I get my hands (and other body parts) on something rubber before Hylas has experienced it – he is pretty much the king of all things latex in these parts. So when I was at a femdom skill share event recently and the hosts brought out their vac cube, made by Kink Engineering, I just had to give it a try!

Unlike the vac bed that I know and love so well, the cube is a newer iteration, and holds the vacuum seal after all the air’s been sucked out. This not only makes it quieter, it also makes my head happier – it’s out and I’m able to breathe easy, and it’s not so challenging for my migraine (which is impacted by noise and pressure).

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Flying the Flag

New Zealand isn’t huge on flags like some nations – but there are still a few around. Enough that you know you’re in New Zealand and not Australia (who have a similar flag – we have four stars; they have six). Places you’re always guaranteed to see the New Zealand flag in Auckland (provided it’s not too windy) are on the top of the Harbour Bridge and in Cornwall Park. Oh my! That’s where Modesty Ablaze, her hubby, and I met up for lunch

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Chilly

What else are you going to do when you have a very cold room (aka chiller) just off the industrial kitchen at your campsite? That’s right, I’m going in!

And it is cold!

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I Did What With My Feet Now?

Content Notes: Feet; Needles; Blood

I do some pretty weird shit with my feet. I adore having them regularly beaten by Hylas (so much so that bastinado is a category all of its own), have had patterns scratched into them, and late last year had them set on fire.

But when I was at Kinky Camp over Easter, I tried something new. What was it that made me laugh like this?

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Kali Biting Down

I like to hurt Hylas. Which was a bit of a scary thing both for me to discover, and to admit – after all, I’m generally the one who likes to be hurt! But playing with my Pet, who is a self-confessed ‘sick puppy’, discovering all sorts of things that turn him on even as he dislikes the pain (and that turns me on hard?). Yeah. I don’t know if I’m in top-space, exactly. But I’m definitely getting my rocks off, and really enjoying hurting him in the bargain.

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Shady Assets

In which Katie and Dee flash their stuff!

So there are all these gazebos at Cornwall Park – they’re very popular, naturally, as they’re shady spots and you don’t have to worry about getting a damp bum on the ground, or sitting on roots. But we were determined to find one that wasn’t already occupied, because damn, we wanted to get a photo at one. How often do you find a gazebo?

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