Destroyed
I’m pretty hard on my hosiery.
I have blinds, I don’t use them
I don’t look into their windows and assume they don’t look into mine. What are they going to see, anyway? A medium- sized, middle- aged woman rolling off her airbed and padding into the kitchen to shake oats into a pan, eat applesauce from the jar with a spoon as the porridge plaps quietly,…
Of my own accord
I ordered this custom- made latex collar because it was suggested by someone I’m fond of and the idea amused me, but now it’s arrived I can’t imagine ever wearing it in public of my own accord. I love love love humiliation play and namecalling, but it’s quite a statement to wear on your body,…
The Soft Animal
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. In the end, when looking at a thing in retrospect, there are only two questions:…
Oopsadaisy
I’m eagerly awaiting the arrival of a new quartercup bra. Pointless things, really, unless like me you enjoy falling out of things to the degree of it being a kink in itself. I don’t know if this kink has a name; I guess it’s just a very, very specific form of exhibitionism. If we’re mining my…
Shiny Baubles
Sometimes a cliche is a cliche because it works.
A tribute
I tried to write a heartfelt goodbye to Tumblr but failed, so instead here’s a classic piece of @wenchyalicorn showpony- ing. Here’s to you, Tumblr. You changed my fucking life.
Something about the Light
This isn’t the post I thought I’d share today- there are lots of things I don’t like about it. But I do like the light, and I am in absolute love with my new satin bed jacket.
‘What will we do with it now?’: #SinfulSunday
The Unicorn Hunt: a fairy tale for Dirty Children
‘What’s for dinner, Mr Wabbit?’ The Wabbits are in bed, lying in each others’ arms. They have been doing that for which bunnies are known best. ‘Dinner, my love? Well, let’s see.’ Mr Wabbit kisses the top of his wife’s head and reaches for a hard- backed recipe book, its pages edged in gold but…
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