Sometimes I’m utterly amazed that Apollo and I have been together for so long – over thirteen years. Other days I’m not surprised at all: our days flow together comfortably and lovingly (albeit full of experiences good, bad, stressful and entertaining!).
The other day one of my blog posts was automatically retweeted – this one from near the end of 2006 – and after re-reading it and smiling I had to wonder. Which holiday away had that been? Where had we gone? Was it to see relatives, or get some time away, or something else? I spent the evening sporadically considering this, and when I awoke on Saturday morning (and then awoke Apollo for some sleepy sexy fun) we sprawled in bed with a cup of tea and discussed it.
This is an older photo, taken back in 2010 on my 32nd birthday. Not as old as I’ve made it look, though! I adore the view of Auckland behind me in this shot, and I’ve edited to make it look like the old pictures in my family photo album. If my parents had been up Mt Victoria in Devonport before I was born and taken a photo? Then this is similar to what the picture would look like, I think.
At the very end of last year, I opened my email and was absolutely delighted to see a message from Molly (of Molly’s Daily Kiss) asking if she could interview me for her new podcast, the KissCast. Of course I said yes – how awesome was that?
So in early January we got together on Skype and talked enthusiastically about many things, the end result of which is this, the fourth episode of the KissCast. (I recommend the others as well – they’re great listening!) Molly was a wonderful host who asked great questions about all sorts of things. Between the laughter there may even have been some answers!
It’s hot right now. Summertime in Auckland mean inevitably high humidity, and only with all the doors wide or the fan going strong is it bearable – and it’s much more bearable naked.
Of course, sometimes there’s good reason to add to the stickiness (and nakedness). When Demeter comes over for a visit and declares that she’s horny? Well of course Apollo and I are going to oblige – not that it was an obligation!
The last time I posted some of my ‘derp’ photos the response was unexpectedly positive – so I promised I’d do it again. Finally, here are some more of my not-so-good pictures, complete with closed eyes, stupid expressions, and strange poses:
Starting with both a stupid expression and a strange pose, this photo was taken back during my aquarium trip, where I was photographed by Delilah’s husband. The shark is a recommended photo opportunity, but I obviously did not make the most of it!
When Apollo and I were in the Hokianga, we spent a lot of our time doing as little as possible (and fucking). But we did spend one day exploring the region – and in the afternoon we hunted down this track, which we’d seen on the map and then travelled quite a lot of metal road to get to:
I’m not a huge fan of long tramps, but the walk to the waterfall looked lovely (in the click-through? it’s the extremely short, barely noticeable, dotted red line). It was a shit of a hike, up steep steps and slippery paths, to get there. Thankfully, the waterfall was totally worth it!
Given that New Zealand’s been colonised for less than 200 years (by Europeans, that is – the Maori have been here considerably longer), there’s not a huge amount of choice when it comes to genuine Historical Places. The Stone Store in Kerikeri is one, as the oldest stone building in the country (Apollo and I visited it on our honeymoon), and there are various ruins like the Buried Village in Rotorua (also visited with Apollo).
I am rather a big fan of anal, and of anything that can be safely stuffed up the rear passage – be it fingers, cocks, or plugs. I’m also quite equal opportunity when it comes to arseholes: I like mine being filled, but I also really like filling those of others. Seems fair, after all!
My sprawling toy collection has a few plugs, which pleases me – there’s variety, and when I was doing my anal training I had different sizes to work my way up to:
…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.)
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!keep looking »