Feeling Pretty

I posted this photo to Twitter on Sunday saying simply, “feeling pretty.” And I did. I felt so pretty and confident and capable, and loved. I don’t often feel either of those things. So why did I feel this way now? My friend G had been over. Friend. I guess...

His Hand

His hand on my breast. I love the way it makes me feel. Desired. Protected. Owned. I love the way it looks. The contrast of his strong dark hand against my soft and very pale breast. Sometimes there is no grabbing, just entwined comfort as we lounge on a Sunday...

Boob Porn

“If you had to start a porn site, to what would it be devoted?” You know, this is something I’ve thought about before. Many years ago I considered starting a site devoted solely to showing off boobs. Women’s boobs. Big, soft round boobs. Small firm boobs. Young perky boobs....

Five Guys

A few weeks ago a friend and I, along with my son, enjoyed a day out being social. I’ve not been very social of late, though neither has she so it was good we could push each other a bit. We picked up the pottery we had painted the previous...

Thank You

It’s been a long quiet few years here on my blog. I’m sure you’ve heard the crickets chirping or the tumbleweeds rolling about. I am very sorry for that and wanted to take a moment to say thank you. Thank you to all of you who continued to keep me...

Merely A Passenger

There are days I am happy and joyful, full of love, kindness and a zest for life. I call friends, make plans, laugh at things because I genuinely feel happy. I wish there were more of those days. More often than not I am fighting just to get out of bed...

My Nightmare Affects My kinky Life

We all have nightmares don’t we? Worries about those horrible things that might happen, that could happen, and even things that are near impossibilities. Dreams of falling off a cliff or drowning in the ocean, even though we live nowhere near either of these places. These nightmares may be based on a real...

Better Than The Last Twelve

I tried to keep track of my orgasms last year. I didn’t start keeping track because I thought I was lacking or because I wanted to reach any specific number. It actually started as a result of a previous partner often commenting about how difficult it was for me to have an...