Closing

I’ve enjoyed twitter. More often than not it’s been a source of fun laughter good people and learning.  Meeting many of you has been an added bonus. Now though my twitter mojo has rather disappeared, along with my ability to keep up with back stage chatter coffees et al; time to have a twitter holiday….

The Balcony

Sunlight through the glass stroked the naked flesh a warm sensual greeting to the day, edging around the tree tops to creep across the body as it lay there in peaceful solitude.  A millenia had passed it felt getting to this day when, alone for a while, laying out a rug and stepping out on…

A gentle alteration of To His Coy Mistress

With my sincere apologies to one of my favourite poets Andrew Marvell… one of those poems I learnt and never forgot. Playing with it in my mind as I lie here interweaving my thoughts with his. Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think…

#ByeBoobs 1

preparing for my future without breasts. The loss of pleasure.

From Your Perspective

Like a lot if things this was written for someone. His fantasy from his perspective. As a fellow Dom we initially met just for coffee and to share rope techniques. The connection became enjoyably strong his fantasy being that I would submit to him. When we met he (a married man) already had 2 subs…

Serious and Sensual

As my chosen identifier shows, I have a passion for many things Japanese; chief of which is the art of Shunga (Shunga means ‘picture of spring’ a euphemism for sex) from which the image chosen for this week’s prompt comes. It is the Dream of the Fisherman's wife by the renowned Japanese artist Katsushika Hokusai….

The Man in the Mirror

The warmth of her breasts against his back pleased him, it meant they were glowing red from the peg trail he had pulled from her only moments earlier. Each peg tied to another by thin wire making a raised crown encircling those small rosebud nipples he had bitten and sucked, pleasure and pain, His pleasure,…

Chocolate Fudge Cake

Even in his own mind he didn’t really know why he met her for the second time, one of those coffee dates spun into reality from a series of sexy exchanges and short bursts of fantasy; but there he was, hanging about the station waiting for her to arrive. She was at least easy to…