The Ferrari came to a stop right next to me. I was pretty bad at telling cars apart, but I had no trouble identifying this one – particularly because it was cherry-red and buffed to a shine. The roof was down already, and the tinted window dropped to reveal a grinning face. Obviously this fellow was a fan; all those classic cars to choose from but this was the one he was tooling around in, driving it off the museum floor to the sunny outdoor courtyard.
It was a chilly winter’s day in the Bay of Plenty when Demeter and I found this stunning deserted spot – holidays are great for finding beauty in unexpected places, and this one was no exception.
But it’s winter! Cold! Who cares about the cold when there’s an opportunity to be naked? When we stumbled across this spot it wasn’t long before I stripped off my merino top, bra, cardigan, thick socks, jeans and sneakers (with Demeter chortling all the while), and proceeded to check out the water’s edge.
After emerging from the ocean, this mermaid needs to rest and ensure their legs are stable.
Photographed by Tethys last November in Victoria, Australia (the same day as these images).
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!
I’ve just returned from two weeks in Melbourne visiting m’Lady – a bonus visit for the year, thanks to knuckling down and doing ‘the budget’ with Apollo, which lead to the pleasing discovery that another flight across the ditch was affordable.
As usual, a lot of time was spent indoors, in bed, having incredibly hot sex and kink play. But this visit I also hired a car for a few days, so we took a day trip down to Wilson’s Promontory (aka ‘the prom’), the southernmost tip of the Australian mainland. I mean, why not? Neither of us had been there before.
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.
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.
Thames, Coromandel, New Zealand, 1869:
“Well hello there big fella! Come on in and take a load off.”
What have we spotted here? It’s a rare instance of the red striped Curvaceous Dee, who has emerged from its nest deep in the bush and is visiting the water fountain to drink.
This unusual creature is notable for its large appendages, which are primarily used to attract mates. They do seem to be getting in the way of its desire to drink, though!
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).keep looking »