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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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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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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Amongst the Vines

Apollo, Hylas and I all travelled across to Waiheke Island recently to help Demeter to celebrate her birthday, along a bunch of other friends – it was one of those special years. We had a ‘long Island Sunday lunch’ at an amazing restaurant/vineyard – and naturally at some point I needed to take a walk to help those courses settle (possibly because there were five in total). How kind of Hylas to come with me!

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In Front of a Crowd of Thousands …

… just because I could, because ‘bleachers’ is a category in the Scavenger Hunt, because it was the Pride Parade, because I’d had two drinks with vodka in them and was somewhat tipsy, and why the hell not – I did what I so often do and flashed at an inappropriate moment.

Which was so much fun! Once again Hylas took some great pictures – and I really didn’t know that the balcony of the International Foodcourt on Ponsonby Road could safely hold that many people!

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Glam at the Parade

Last weekend was the Auckland Pride Parade – the first parade celebrating the Rainbow community in Auckland for 12 years, since Hero was pushed out of operation. So it was fantastic to be able to attend!

I had been invited to take part with the express crew, but declined – as the long walk down Ponsonby Road, in addition to the crowds and music, would have been too much for me. Instead, my wonderful editor hooked me up with tickets to the GABA GlamStand, so Hylas and I were able to watch in comfort with a brilliant view, all with a complimentary drink to boot.

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Demolition Dee

It was the week before Giftmas, and Hylas and I were driving around Auckland in the sticking hot humidity, trying to find me a bathtub. I’d let my fingers do the walking already, so we were at least driving to places we knew had bathtubs. What we didn’t know was the condition they were in and the price.

The first demolition yard we came to was an enormous, stuffed-to-the-gills, warehouse. The fellow who owned it ignored us totally – he continued to sit in his little office, although he was well aware we’d come in. So we wandered around, picking our way over and around things (I was regretting wearing jandals for that, although not for the heat). The bathtubs we found pretty quickly – the prices were appallingly high for the condition they were in. Still, I was curious to see what else was in there, so we wandered further.

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Big Blue Watery Road

In order to get to Rangitoto Island, Hylas and I needed to take a boat – a cruise boat, in that case. But before that, we caught the ferry from the North Shore over to Auckland City. Because why not make it an entire day on the water?

It’s a lovely ferry – and very efficient, getting us over to the CBD in just fifteen minutes. But if you click-through, you’ll see it’s not the outdoor scenery that I’m checking…

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Rangitoto Dreaming

New Zealand is full of stunning views – beautiful native bush; amazing mountains; incredible oceans. It’s great for our movie industry – but it’s even better for those of us living here amongst it every day. For all of that, it’s easy to take it for granted.

In Auckland, we have the Hauraki Gulf in our back yard, and I decided to give Hylas a surprise treat for his birthday last Sunday. I booked us on a harbour cruise, which would take us out into the gulf, stop briefly on Rangitoto Island (one of the many volcanos in Auckland, but certainly the most recently active), and cruise back under the Harbour Bridge.

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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.