Saturday, May 29, 2010

Think of the temptation... you'd be sure you couldn't, you shouldn't... but then maybe you couldn't resist just nibbling on her ear, just a little. Or licking her jawbone. Or even, taking her knickers off and getting your hand sticky between her thighs.

And the next thing you know, your partner, or the confectioner, would be walking in on you, bent over her, covered in chocolate and shame...


* Excuse the hideous typos I was guilty of in this post... I have typo-blindness. Talking the knickers off a chocolate woman?? Oh dear...

Monday, May 24, 2010

Hot Fuck Sunday, one-day late

water nymphs

I'd like to live in a culture where women bathe together. There's a story in the this, the way the water slowly embraces, the languid splish and splash of it lapping, the sluicing away of the sweat of the day in sunwarmed water, the caress of a soapy cloth, of soapy fingers sliding over smooth plump breasts and rounded stomachs. Water beading on soft limbs, hair piled up on heads, nipples stiffening in the cool air...

Friday, May 21, 2010


I will admit that there are certain non-sexual things that turn me on. At times.

The smell of coriander, vinegar and chip paper, and my local, wonderful, Indian takaeaway bypass my stomach and hit me directly in my girl bits.

But this man fascinates me. And others who share his preference.

Funny ol world, really.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Why does porn matter?

I always like what Greta Christina has to say. Interesting comments too. I liked Robin Wolfe's thoughts about working with sex.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Hot Fuck Sundae Lite

This is good...

But I like this too...

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Can you see?

From Coco de Mer

Can you think of anything but watching him? Resting on the bed, long legs out in front of him. Maybe still in his suit, white shirt open, zip undone. Maybe he’s naked already, lithe and brown skinned, you don’t know, you can’t focus on what’s better… because there’s a smooth, heavy silver ring that stretches across the fingers of the hand he’s holding himself with. It’s matte, and cool to the touch against his knuckles still, maybe, but already warming. You can just feel the silent press and slide of it as he moves his hand up and down his shaft, slowly. The hard-soft unyielding, smoothed edge of it pushing against the iron-silk of his cock. Silver and skin. The extra pressure, the extra edge. You can taste the silver on your tongue, as you stand in the doorway, breathing slips of the air he’s exhaled, wondering how good the metal feels, wondering how it’s possible to find such beauty in someone else taking their own pleasure.

If you visit the website, tell me what catches your fancy?

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Hot Fuck Sundae

The lines!

I think this speaks for itself.

Friday, May 7, 2010


They always seem to hold more power than something more lengthy. I don't know why.

If ever thou be’st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage– William Shakespeare

- the bard understood all about human nature, I think. There should be a Shakespeare I Ching.

Look, if you want to torture me, spank me, lick me, do it. But if this poetry shit continues just shoot me now please. — Lori Petty

- I know this isn't profound, but I can just hear it in Lori Petty's cute little growly voice.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010


Don't read on if you're squeamish, I shouldn't post this... but in fairness, I was looking for an excuse to post this picture :)

it's just... I'm very absorbent. I have onion on one hand. And hints of coffee and custard on the other.

And when both are suffused with an added feminine fragrance, it makes for a fascinating olfactory experience.

If I could choose, I think I'd opt to smell faintly of custard. See pudding post below!

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

keeping a straight face

I know a girl in a bdsm relationship. She told me that her boyfriend once lost the run of himself in the playroom and called her his 'fuckmeat'... she likes a bit of insult and denigration, but that one was a step too far and resulted in the pair of them lying on the floor helpless with laughter.

I think I'd be more of a fuckpudding myself, if I'm honest...

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Ya gotta love Mike Patton

Somehow, these lyrics come as no surprise... :)

Hot Fuck Sundae

This qualifies for HFS, doesn't it? Because self love is important, right? It counts... god I hope so...

Actually, it does! I've just found out May is National Masturbation Month in the US! Rhyming tribute poems in the comments, please!

I'm also posting it for reasons twofold (after National Wank Week. I mean, Buff Your Muffin Month)

1- because this is a good position to get yourself off in, I'm sure you'll agree.

And 2 - because it somehow reminds me of Shiele paintings, crossed with Manga.

If you see what I mean.

Even though a friend once said she thought his self portraits looked like he was a victim of child abuse. And I can kind of see what she meant.