Showering in Matakana

One of the best things about going on holiday is checking out the weird and wonderful bathroom facilities provided. Some places really go all out; others give you the quality you expect but it’s nothing amazing; some are unfortunately terrible … and some you’re really not quite sure what to make of.

Our shower at the cottage in Matakana was in the latter category. The water pressure was fine, the water was plenty hot and it didn’t run out. You could lie on the bed and perve at your partner in the shower – that had its advantage too. And, as we discovered on our last morning there, there was definitely enough room for two to share the shower simultaneously, provided you were planning on getting very slippery together!

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Suspension of Disbelief

Of course I wanted to be suspended – I was delighted when Bear asked me if he and NiteWolf could take advantage of me wrap me in rope and hang me up high. Bear in particular wanted to disprove the oft-touted line he kept hearing that only the waif-thin could be hoisted in rope, and I was most happy to assist.

I’d only been suspended once before, very briefly – so I was looking forward to having an entire afternoon to muck about with the suspension rack, delicious hemp rope, and my fantastic riggers. And to figure out what kind of lifts we were going to do so as not to upset my lower back (something which had been discussed well in advance).

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Massage for Two

Do you know you can get couples massages? I didn’t, until I was looking for a really nice way to spend my anniversary with Hylas late last year (yes, I’m only getting around to putting the pictures up now).

It’s an amazing experience! We went to a place called Sensual Relax, on K’ Road. Our tables were right next to each other – close enough to hold hands if we wanted to; we had a masseuse each; and my masseuse, Sandy, was happy to photograph me for the blog:

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Admiring Alligator

Okay, so I have a serious phobia about dinosaurs (and I do mean serious, and I do mean phobia), but I got incredibly excited when I saw that there was a reptile park near where Apollo and I were staying for our sexaversary. Because while dinosaurs may be lizards, lizards these days don’t mean dinosaurs. Thankfully!

So on our first full day up on the Matakana Coast, we beetled around and found the park, paid our moneys, and had a wonderful time trying to spot at all the amazing exhibits. Geckos! Skinks! Chameleons! Turtles and tortoises and bearded dragons! A Galapagos Tortoise named Willy! Monkeys! (I have no idea what monkeys were doing at a reptile park. But there they were.) An actual tuatara!

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Every Day, Adoring

Today is a very, very special day. Today is 10 years, to the day, since Apollo and I mutually seduced each other after just a few days of convention flirtation – and that seduction, while never intended to be more than a little fun, turned out to be the start of a very satisfying and marvellous relationship indeed! To celebrate our sexaversary we are whisking ourselves away for three rampant nights in a saucy cottage, because why not?

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Who’s for School?

If you’re going to get naughty photos by a gate, where better than at great big school gates, shortly after attending a great big Pride Parade with Hylas (especially when you’re still a tad tiddly)? Especially when those gates look out over rather a busy road?

We’d parked at Auckland Girls’ Grammar, and stopping to rest my feet partway down the hill – those new shoes were rubbing badly by then – I of course had a naughty idea

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Cup of Tea?

I do love my tea – it’s the best way to wake up; to keep hydrated; to relax. The standard at our house is Twinings Earl Grey, although there’s ‘gumboot’ (Choysa black tea) for those who don’t care that much, and I make sure to keep a rather large selection of herbal tea as well. I also have a special lidded cup from Xia just for drinking my loose-tea peppermint tea in…

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Naked on the C507

One of my most cherished memories from my first visit to Melbourne is when m’Lady and I took a car trip through the Yarra Valley and into rural Victoria (to spend the night at hir parents house) – and along the way we both had a strong desire to find somewhere to fuck.

This was not as easy to find as we thought it would be – every intriguing-looking side road turned out to have houses on it, or farmland being farmed, or, in one case, a horse that looked on curiously as we said “Whatever” and stopped for a passionate make-out session that was not sex but very close.

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At the Door

It was my evening home alone – Apollo was out gaming – so I made the most of it and indulged in some wanton and wicked self-care (also known as revelling in nakedness and masturbation).

Which meant I was extremely surprised when there was a knock on the door. I reluctantly removed my hand from its happy place, and just as reluctantly put my book of erotica aside. Still naked, I walked to the door. I could, after all, choose not to open in.

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Expanded World View

Late last year I undertook an expansion training programme, beginning with my cunt (although my arse gets in on the action as well). It was at the request of m’Lady and made me a little nervous initially – but that changed fast!

You’ve already met the Sire, the delightful black-and-white silicone beauty that I began pushing my cunt-limits with. For a while now, though, the Sire has been joined by a larger friend: the Tantus Mr Universe. As you can see – and see more clearly in the click-though – the size difference is considerable.

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About Dee

Exhibitionist with words, skin and sex. Free with kisses, compliments, and friendship. Open with heart, passion, and laughter.
Labels I choose for myself: pansexual, polyamorous, fat, kinky, New Zealander, writer.
You can keep my partners and close friends not-mixed-up by reading more about them here.
I write fortnightly for GLBTI magazine Express, for whom I am also the sub-editor. I also write upon occasion for other publications!
If you want to get in touch, send me an email: curvaceous.dee@gmail.com.