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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A brief break from wanking to bring you an update

It’s been a busy seven days since my first Wankfest 2012 update, but it’s not, unfortunately, just been from the masturbation. If anything, those frequent breaks for self-pleasure have been welcome pauses in amongst everything else – so that’s all good by me!

If you haven’t been keeping up with my spreadsheet, it’s a good way of seeing how I’ve been getting my rocks off. What I’ve been fantasising about, erotica I’ve been reading, and toys I’ve been using. My fingers have also been getting an excellent workout – both they and my clit are really feeling the effects! Despite creating rather a lot of my own, I’ve also been using lubricant in liberal amounts (I do recommend water-based ID Glide – we keep a pump bottle by the bed, and it’s so damned handy), and that keeps things nice and slick and slippery.

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Admiring the view

It wasn’t all crenellations and staircases at Larnach Castle – there was also the lovely Lodge, and our amazing room. Why was it amazing? Well, in part, because we had a balcony with insanely good views.

(Apollo and I woke up early our first morning there, opened the curtains, snuggled in bed and watched the most incredible sunrise spread across the sky – and our entire suite. I don’t have the words to describe it, but it was an experience to treasure.)

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Bring on the wanks

It’s that time of year again – May is International Masturbation Month! In 2008 I challenged myself to wank every day in May, and blogged about it as I went. It was exhausting, but worth it! In 2010 I did it again, but upped the ante by not reusing any toy or product (or even my fingers, more than once) in the quest for self-pleasure.

It’s 2012, and this this seems to be becoming a bit of a biannual tradition …

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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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Swimming at Shakespear

As promised last week, I ran from the sand right into the lovely cool waters of the Hauraki Gulf – and it was a very cool contrast to the warm sunshine!

(Yes, there are click-throughs on most of these pics  – Ailuros took lots of photos, to my delight!)

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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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Prancing on the sands

When you’ve got a deserted beach on a sunny day, and a very willing camera-kitty, it means lots of photographs!  (And there are click-throughs on both – apparently they were missed last week.) 

Why yes, I am shaking my arse at you! And at Rangitoto Island, too, once I’ve turned around.

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Chill Pleasure

I pull the glass dildo from its fur pouch, and a shiver goes through me as I feel the solid coldness of it. Smooth and rounded, weighted and clear, it holds all the chill of winter within itself.

Other than my questing hand, the rest of me is snuggled deep into flannelette sheets; the winter duvet and two blankets weighs warm atop of me. Resting by my feet is a toasty wheat-bag; another is by my groin. (Over the other side of the bed, Apollo’s feet clasp a hot-water bottle instead. To each their own.)

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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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