Chilly

What else are you going to do when you have a very cold room (aka chiller) just off the industrial kitchen at your campsite? That’s right, I’m going in!

And it is cold!

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Kali Biting Down

I like to hurt Hylas. Which was a bit of a scary thing both for me to discover, and to admit – after all, I’m generally the one who likes to be hurt! But playing with my Pet, who is a self-confessed ‘sick puppy’, discovering all sorts of things that turn him on even as he dislikes the pain (and that turns me on hard?). Yeah. I don’t know if I’m in top-space, exactly. But I’m definitely getting my rocks off, and really enjoying hurting him in the bargain.

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Macro Tease

Sometimes – not often, but sometimes – my sadistic side comes out. For me, that means a little bit of using my nails and teeth, of inflicting pain. But more often, it means tantalising and teasing, building the anticipation and doing what pleases me. And when Hylas is wrapped up and tied down, blind and unable to move as I slowly and deliberately do what the hell I like? That really gets me off!

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Hidden Grotto

One slightly drizzly Sunday afternoon, Hylas and I went a-hunting Scavenger locations. As we like to do, of a weekend. We went out with a few places in mind – but neither of us expected or planned this one (and, indeed, it wasn’t even on the list yet – but it will be now!). But it’s gorgeous, it’s a multiplicity of things, and it’s hidden in plain sight – I fell in love with it instantly!

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Curvaceous Derp

I post a lot of photos of myself. I regularly receive comments from readers complimenting both the photographer’s talent and how I look, which is always appreciated and great for the self-esteem. Still, with the occasional comment suggesting that I always look ‘amazing’ I must disagree – boy howdy, is that not the case! As it is with anyone who takes and posts pictures, there are a lot of shots that never make it onto the blog.

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Showing It All Off

What was I showing off? My udders and my arse – they were definitely on display at the party Hylas and I attended last month, celebrating the life and times of the Marquis de Sade.

Naturally, we needed to get some photos we took before heading in! (A little black dress slipped on nicely for the drive, and then slipped off again immediately after we arrived). My pet’s balcony once again provided the perfect backdrop for displaying my pretties.

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Octo-hedonism

I’ve been blogging as Curvaceous Dee for eight years today – the time has simply flown by, and been a whole lot of fun in the process! But what do you do to celebrate eight years? When I started pondering this a few months back I asked positively everybody – friends, lovers, munch acquaintances – for their thoughts. Coming up with an idea was far harder than I expected (good thing I started early).

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In the Mail

Hylas and I both have our own PO boxes, and have had for a number of years. So we watched with great interest as our local post office went under a recent rebuild, including moving the boxes into a completely new space over the course of a weekend. Our new boxes, it turns out, not only lined a long hallway but also filled up two lovely alcoves, set back from the main area.

“Perfect for photos!” we said to each other. Because we notice things like that.

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Beat My Feet, Please!

Here’s how it is with my feet: I hate having them tickled. I really don’t like having needles stuck in them – whether it’s for acupuncture or for kink. Like many people, I find that having them rubbed is blissful. And I happen to think that having them beaten, smacked, flogged and cropped – especially if it’s heavy, thuddy and hard – is about the best damned thing ever.

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Having a Perve

I do enjoy watching others who are receiving sexual pleasure – but (and this is a big but) I only enjoy it if I know that the people I’m looking at are consenting to being viewed. That goes for people on film and for people in front of me. The type of porn that relies on hidden cameras? Really not my thing. Getting off hiding in closets? No thank you. Peering from the bushes to see someone doing it? Nope nope nope. If I’m going to perve, I’m going to be obvious and appreciative. Sure, I can be quiet – no need to spoil their moment. But there’s no shame in being the watcher either, and I’m going to revel in it.

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