Struggling to get in

Sometimes the Outside seems to be the only safe place to be she thought. Away from the inner thoughts, the nagging voice, the Her that hadn’t found those missing pieces of the jigsaw image of her soul. There were moments when completeness enveloped her like silken rope tight, flexible, colourfully matching skin tones with delightfully…


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….