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…

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…

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….

Saigon Summer

This blog post is generated by @sexblogofsorts who challenged followers to write a short piece inspired by a lipstick name. My lipstick is Saigon Summer. It’s an orange hue, rich luxurious, autumnal. The sort of colour that could make you imagine warm sensual lips that would kiss you forever. The use of Saigon though jarred…