Thursday, April 29, 2010
Dream-O s
Posted by Vida at 11:07 AM 3 comments
Labels: dream orgasms, wet dreams
Monday, April 26, 2010
oh you've got to be freaking kidding me!!
Posted by Vida at 5:07 PM 2 comments
Labels: never thought I'd say it, vulva cupcakes
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Hot Fuck Sundae
I love April Flores' hand wrapped around Jiz Lee's cock here. With her chubby little industrious fingers. Reminds me of someone I know... and the way their hair matches. And Jiz's lithe pixie torso and happy face, she's like some sort of nymph.
And this is all at a porn awards event... how much more fun is this than Oscars' entertainment?
And I love how they love each other ... just check out their 'back of the cab I Love You Awards'. Dotey!
Posted by Vida at 11:54 AM 0 comments
Saturday, April 24, 2010
an email, sent at 10.20 last night:
Vida!
TV3 now ... vulvas!!
Posted by Vida at 2:40 AM 0 comments
Labels: vulva alert
Friday, April 23, 2010
what more could a girl ask for?
Bookshelf porn is great... a dream for us readers and writers.
But bookshelves combined with restrained ladies might just be a dream come true for certain eroticists among our number.
Sigh.
Posted by Vida at 1:44 PM 0 comments
Labels: bookshelf bondage
boobquake monday
It seems that this monday is being reserved for a scantily clad protest.
Boobquakes!
Posted by Vida at 3:40 AM 0 comments
Labels: breasts, fear of, Iranian mysoginy
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Greta Christina on Tiger Woods and kink
He's a SuperFreak!
This is a lovely post, and she is a wise lady.
Posted by Vida at 12:29 PM 0 comments
following alternative memory paths
I dressed in white that morning. Well, white skirts. Somewhere inside me is some sort of past life memory yearning for petticoats and layers and full skirts. So I was barefoot that afternoon, in white skirts and a gauzey little strappy peasant top, all tiny blue flowers on white. I'd been reading in the garden and the sun was still in my hair and in my eyes when I answered the door. For a second I could register what I was seeing. A woman was standing there with a grin, and buckets of white tulips. A little sea of them. She handed me an armful, and a clipboard, and asked me to sign for them. And I did, in a daze, staring at my own little meadow of white flowers that had appeared at my door.
You came home, and found me, still in the hall, sitting on the dark stained boards with flowers all around me, flowers in my arms, white on white, the waxy too perfect petals and matte green leaves pressing cooly against my breasts, cold under my chin. Bare toes framed against the floorboards by frothy white ruffles on one side and green stalks and white flowers on the other. Your lips on mine were petal soft, warm, not cool like the flowers' kiss. 'Wait! Don't crush the flowers!' And you laughed, you never let me kill the moment, and led me upstairs to the white bed instead, to push my skirts up my thighs and make my petals open to you, let me thank you for the way you see me, for what you think I deserve.
Posted by Vida at 2:45 AM 5 comments
Labels: 'tend memories
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Hot Fuck Sundae
Welcome dearies, those of you who, like me, still use the net on sundays. I know most people are busy with wholesome garden centre and dinner cooking and other family activities but for those still online and frequenting smut blogs, I bring this little gem. Other better women than me have their Man Candy Mondays, and so on, I couldn't compete. So Hot Fuck Sundae it is.
And to start of with something sweet and gentle...
Apologies, I downloaded this without remembering where it was from. Must do better, and observe 'nettiquette!
Posted by Vida at 1:22 AM 2 comments
Labels: wish I was there...
Saturday, April 17, 2010
it's a vulva, dammit!
Now. You really can see her vagina.
Posted by Vida at 7:50 AM 0 comments
Thursday, April 15, 2010
heh heh heh, those Christians...
Ok, ignore the silly caption. I suppose in the light of all the Catholic Church child sex abuse, this window is less amusing than just an honest depiction of daily life, but let's just focus on the dirty humour not the tragedy, eh?
Posted by Vida at 8:02 AM 0 comments
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
All Aboard...
The 1.10 to Dirtyville...
Check out the blog, your one stop shop to the Dirtyville and Kinkyville anthologies; two collections of smutty tales of secret small town life, compiled by the one and only Sommer Marsden, and featuring a horde of fabulous writers including fabulous me!
Get down, get hot, get dirty and get yourself a copy.
Posted by Vida at 1:06 AM 0 comments
Labels: Dirtyville, erotica, Kinkyville, Sommer Marsden
Thursday, April 8, 2010
missing pieces
He gives me so much. But sometimes it doesn't feel like he gives me much. Little teasing tidbits I snatch and suck the life out of, transferring all their flavour into me, I lick them to the bone, wish for more.
He makes promises, suggestions I leap at, then doesn't play them out.
I know why. He needs to keep himself safe. And strong. Be what he needs to be, for him, for me.
But I need the forbidden feelings, the truth and the pain and the wanting - I want it, to sacrifice it to the dark space in me, the velvet black pit that opens up and calls for more. His blood, his tears, his cum. The pain, the fear... I could eat it all. Suck it all up and swallow it, each shivering word. And ask for more. Insatiable.
Posted by Vida at 2:37 PM 0 comments
Labels: desire, forbidden feeling, wanting