Examining the self

On the night of Dionysos’ wedding, I took some time out for myself. At big social events I often need to take a break, spend a little time recuperating in the presence of my own thoughts, and this was no exception. So as the guests danced and socialised and wrote funny messages on the whiteboard for the couple in question, I found myself a lovely rimu bench outdoors. I could smell the garden, see the band preparing, and hear various outdoor wanderers conversing.

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The voyages of Dionysos

For those of you come part-way through the tale, let me tell you about Dionysos. He was part of this story right from the very beginning, as together we discovered what kink was – he from the top and myself from the bottom.

Over the years, we experimented with rope and chains and orgasm denial and pegs and flogging – all sorts of wicked and wonderful things. With him we learned swiftly that I adored having photographs taken from every conceivable angle … and somehow that it was extra funny when ducks were involved.

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Delurking

Last week I held my second general amnesty, asking folks to delurk and say hello. Well, seventeen people got up the courage to comment and share a bit about themselves! As a thank you, each of them (and you, dear readers) get a never-before-posted image.

Are you ready for a lot of photos? Here we go!

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Rubber my Duckie

I was earwormed last week by a sweet ditty of a song – well, it sounds sweet. The lyrics, on the other hand? Well, they’re dirty, filthy, and wrong. Which is why humming it at work is highly amusing.

We’ll find a pond /We’ll find a puddle

Put your beak in mine and we’ll cuddle

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Morning fun

Today started very well indeed. Morning sex is always a pleasure, and happens occasionally – but it’s been quite some time since it occurred on a work-day! Apollo was remarkably late for work…

It’s important to note that it’s only a few days off winter here, and bloody cold. Currently on the bed we have flannelette sheets, the double-thickness winter duvet, a comforter and a blanket. Not to mention hot-water bottles and felines for added warmth. Brrr.

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Driven

Usually I am proud of my marks. I take delight in the ache and purple of bruises; in the lines left by claws; in the dents left by teeth or leather or pain.

Usually I love my marks. They remind me of how they were received, and of the love intermingled with the hurt which created them. They also give me a solid connection to my submission.

I don’t submit easily. Ninety-nine percent of my life I am in control, the one others turn to, the one making decisions. Every day I run my own life and deal with my own problems and help friends with theirs. I have interdependent adoration and support with Apollo. I have loving friendship and support from my brother and my friends. But I still have to keep the control.

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Blue lagoon

I love having colourful knickers. Black knickers are great for going under black trousers – or looking extra-saucy – and white lacy froth is delightful under gauzy summer dresses. But colourful knickers are my favourites. When I pull open my underwear drawer each day the colours spill out, and it makes me smile every time.

Purple, hot pink, light blue, turquoise (why do I have no red? Hmm). This pair was my most recent underwear purchase, and while it’s been a few months they are still in high rotation! I’ve HNT’ed them once before – it’s fascinating the difference light can make to the colour.

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Unforgettable

As the theme for the final HNT of 2008, rather than taking and posting a new image, it’s a chance for us to choose our favourite picture (our own, that is), of the year. I’ve been participating in HNT for a whole year, and I’ve put up some photos I really love – but there is one that is the most memorable.

Way back in March I posted this image, taken by Dionysos:

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Top to bottom

My nightie doesn’t cover much. Just the important bits! And as a lovely piece of satin designed entirely to be worn out of bed, teasing with it is half the point. Teasing so I can get you in to bed – with me.

At the top, you see, there are three buttons. Three buttons that can be sensually undone, slowly revealing luscious skin. No popping them free in your haste please – I’ve already had to re-sew one of them! If you must bite, bite my nipple – and feel me flare and heat beneath you.

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