Make a wish

What would you wish for, at a wishing well?

When Apollo and I found the wishing well in our wanderings around the Larnach Castle grounds, I was quite taken with it – and wouldn’t you be? While the well itself was now covered (I’d read that a very tipsy party goer had pushed a signal cannon down in about a hundred years earlier, which was rather challenging to retrieve), the sheer romanticism of it grabbed in a way that usually only parasols do. And did I ever wish I had one with me to take photos with! Still, Apollo did a great job of taking a picture of me making a wish, and I determined that I would return later to get me a scavenger hunt photo. Oh yes indeed!

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Experimentation on the Lodge Balcony

So I’m standing on a balcony, in a Lodge, on the grounds of a Castle, found on the Otago Peninsula, looking out over at the southern mainland of New Zealand – not to mention some very pretty water in between here and there.

Just in case you were curious.

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King of the Castle

This time last week Apollo and I had just arrived at Larnach Castle, which is on the Otago Peninsula, deep in the south of New Zealand. We were on holiday – and while for most of it we were visiting his mother in Dunedin, for two days in the middle we were taking some time for ourselves and staying at Larnach Lodge, on the grounds of the only castle in the country. And it’s a beautiful castle indeed!

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Bite me all over

Biting is a big part of play for me. To be bitten, and to be able to bite in return as well, will reduce me to the primal – growling, lustful and wild. Or alternatively hit my endorphin buttons, so I am reduced to breathless giggles!  For a bonus it also leaves me covered in some pretty epic bruises – which are fun to press upon and feel the bite all over again.

I have some partners who will bite me, but don’t really like to be bitten in return. Apollo has become very good at nipping me over the years, drawing yelps as it still catches me by surprise! Hylas loves to mark me, and is particularly good at bruising the ‘rag-doll’ spots on my shoulders, and gnawing the hell out of my breasts. But the only time I manage to bite him back is if I’ve got him rather well tied down and unable to escape it – and then he whines and whimpers (as if that will stop me…)!

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Shady tree

It was a beautiful autumn midweek day, and Ailuros and I were going on a day-trip! The notion had hit him the night before, so after a flurry of texts (‘sound like a plan?’ ‘sounds great!’) he swung past about 10:30am and picked me up – and off we drove up to the Whangaparaoa Peninsula. We were going to Shakespear Regional Park, and we were going to have a picnic.

What do you need for a picnic? Not much, it turns out. We took the following with us:

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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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Cervix with a view

Last week I had an appointment for yet another ultrasound – both external and transvaginal – to check on the state of my Essure™ since I’d had the procedure done last year, and to see if my pesky ovarian cyst was still in place. (What’s an Essure? That’s the wee thing that makes me permanently baby-proofed. Yay!) I figured this was a good opportunity to finally snap myself some in-hospital Scavenger Hunt photos, given I’d bailed on the opportunity the previous time!

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Rainbows and kitties and photographs

I have a blast every year at the Big Gay Out. This year I went with Hylas and Ailuros, meeting up with Demeter (and my niece) whilst we were there.  As always, I had a parasol to keep the sun from burning me. Rainbow seemed entirely appropriate, yes?

Hylas decided not to dress up this year – but Ailuros was an extremely eye-catching kitty! Many, many people asked to have their picture taken with him, and Hylas was an obliging photographer. Click-throughs on the pics this week will show you why …

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Tsunami!

Over the last few months I’ve been catching up with Ailuros once, occasionally twice, a week. Sometimes that involves a whole lot of sex and orgasms, sometimes that involves food (actually, nearly always – he’s an excellent cook and I take shameless advantage of that), and sometimes that involves adventures!

The other week we decided to have a picnic, and I introduced him to some of my favourite outdoor spots over my side of the city – it was windy, and delicious, and delightful. For our final stop, I took him out to the Chelsea Estate Heritage Park. It’s beautiful and huge, next to the harbour (which you can see off to the right), with artificial lakes, swans (click through to see them, and their cygnets) and picnickers too (they’re in the background on the left).

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Cave Dee

Naked in a cave, under the earth. There’s no light. The air is damply chill, and the walls feel rough and rocky against my skin. I know that if I removed my footwear the ground beneath me would be slimy with decomposed leaf litter.

I could curl up. I could retreat into myself. I could become less.  Instead I go the other way; become more myself. Stronger. Freer. More open to all my senses and to the world around me.

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