wandering hands

Rising out of a dream I opened my eyes, the passage of sleep was still slow to disperse so I … More

now you see me

Supine, I conform to the curves, to the body, their body, their fault lines becoming my fault lines, drift aimless … More

~~ A festive treat ~~ The door opened. I froze. We were on the bed still fully-clothed but in a … More

Seems I keep missing boobday. So, I noticed it’d been a month since the last time I missed it so, … More

I was, how old? It was a rave. It was loud. It was colourful. It was wild. Of course it … More

I dream of your handstangled like needin my hairas I breathe you in. I dream of your handsfinding every curve … More

Sex is an act of faith. It’s filled with hope and with anticipation that it’ll turn out to be as … More

Did I miss Boob Day? Again? I keep doing that, I never get the days right, totally hopeless at this … More

I was pulled to the edge of the bed before I fully realised how far this was going……. I was … More

Hands move along the backs of my legs and over my hips, across the small of my back, along my … More

Time for a new year boob check.Yes, they’ll do, thank you, could be better but yes, I’ll have these please,to … More

**Merry Christmas** to everyone, all my readers, followers, supporters, encouragers, commenters and tiny mice that make it worth being here. … More