I Want It All

Today is day two of the Seven Wonderful Sins celebration, and the focus today is on AVARICE, also known as greed.

I think it’s wonderful to want too much! I want too much, I want it all at once, I want everything right now dammit. *stomps feet*. Lucky for me, Theseus was around to help me out in photographing exactly what I wanted on this particular day.

Not photographed (but remembered with great pleasure): a whole lot of making out, skin-on-skin, and absolute pleasure.

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Providing a Service

It’s all in the attitude. When I’m with Hylas and I’m wearing my cock and I want his mouth or his arse, it’s very definitely about him doing what pleases me (although it sure as hell gets both of us off).

But when I’m with m’Lady and I put on my harness? Then it’s for me to provide service. And in this case, it was to service hir arse – and it pleased me very much to be able to pleasure hir in such a way.

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Challenging Myself

If there are rules, I tend not to follow them – not unless someone can give me a pretty good reason for that rule to be there. So when it comes to body hair, and society’s rules? I stick my tongue out at them! I have wild bush and silky pits, and I love them like that.

This month, though, I challenged myself – because one of the few areas of my body that I don’t adore is my chinny-chin-chin, and the ever-appearing hairs. So I’ve been ignoring the tweezers and letting them grow, and grow, and grow. (And as a bonus, I let my leg hair go free as well – well, why not?)

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My Brother the Ocean

Last Saturday was two years since my brother-the-human died. So Apollo and I went out to visit him, in his new form as the ocean. He’s been the ocean ever since we scattered his ashes there, on the date of his birthday in 2011.

Auckland is on an isthmus, so we’re surrounded by ocean on all sides – I can get to the sea in under five minutes from where I live, driving down to the local wharf. But that’s not where my brother-the-ocean is. He’s at Bethell’s Beach, or Te Henga. While the ocean stretches around Auckland, and from there around the country and the world, he is, I believe, content to explore the great West Coast beaches area, basing himself at Te Henga.

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Happiness Overflow

Purring would seem to be, in her case, an automatic safety valve device for dealing with happiness overflow. - Monica Edwards

Sometimes you just want to play – to frolick and pounce and bat things around. So what better than to be a kitten? Adonis recently purchased a gorgeous outfit from Kitten Cream, and was kind enough to let me try it out. Now I think I want a set of my own!

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Call Me Luchador

The day has rolled around, so The Luchador comes calling

With red and silver mask, showing cleavage to distract.

No matter who the foes, she’ll beat them in the brawling

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To the Nines

Demeter has a photographer’s eye. While most anyone can take a picture of me (myself included) and have it come out to my satisfaction, the images that she creates are pure art.

One day she took my skin, some bathtime crayons, my favourite number, and the afternoon sunshine – and this was the result.

(There are black and white beauties on the click-throughs.)

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Fellatio by Puffing Billy

What’s Puffing Billy, you ask? (I sincerely hope you’re not asking what fellatio is!) Puffing Billy is a historic steam train that runs in the Dandenong Ranges, east of Melbourne. And it’s what you find at the end of the train line m’Lady and I took on the day of our adventures.

So of course we took a wander and had a look. It looked like a train. I was more interested in the scenery – so we found a lovely picnic area, and then wandered some more, along the tracks that the train follows.

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Flowing From My Fingertips

I’ve kept written journals sporadically since I was a teenager. I tended to write in them for months at a time, and then lose interest – it wasn’t until I found the social side of the internet, and a group journaling site called Addict back in 2000, that I really began to write autobiographically on a regular basis. From Addict to my own site (kept for a good four years, updated with FrontPage), from my own site to LiveJournal … and from LJ to blogger, where Curvaceous Dee was born!

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Wicked Cute Ratty

One of the pleasures (in my opinion) of going and visiting partners is that you also get to visit their entire household. In the case of visiting m’Lady in Melbourne, this not only meant getting to catch up with hir partners, but also Ambrosia the Rat!

Last time I went to Melbourne I didn’t manage to get a single picture of Ambrosia – she is so damned fast! This time I more than made up for it, and came home with nearly 80 photos, just of her

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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.