A Quick Note

Just a quick note to let you know that I haven't forgotten about sex and sauciness. I've just been preoccupied with family matters. My Mum passed away late week so it may be a little while before my mojo returns and I feel like posting about nooky or the 12 pairs of shoes I purchased while on a recent trip overseas.

Absent Note

Ohh, my God I’m so sorry. I’ve been absent.

Life has taken a funny turn and there has been little of no action in the past few weeks. The Not Boyfriend continues to confuse and confound me with is cryptic mumblings. I got stood up for a first date I had travelled over 100kms for. And I’ve just landed in the UK.

I may not be around too much with sexiness but I will be updating my everyday blog more regularly if you’re interested.

What's Your Understanding...

... of this?

He was washing up, I was drying. I can't remember why he asked, but he asked me when I was flying out.

I told him when and then followed up with a silly voice and a bump of shoulders 'Will you miss me?'

His hands went still, he focused on the soapy water and said, 'No, but my heart will.'


This is an actual conversation I had. Boys, what does this mean? Ladies feel free to chip in too.

Does food alway equal sexy?

Do you find this passage erotic? Feedback received with thanks.

It had been a very long time, she reached forward and took the cracker from his outstretched fingers. She held it, looking at it with consideration until she had calmed down. Then she brought it up to her face, past her lips to her nose where she inhaled deeply. She took in the smoky aroma of the fig, sliced to reveal the tiny yellowed seeds before taking in the creamy mouldy smell of the cheese. The cracker had a dusty aroma of its own, but nothing compared to the fig and cheese. She opened her mouth wide and placed the combination on her tongue then slowly closed her lips around it. She held it there before moving her jaw to crush the flavours together, releasing them onto her taste buds. She closed her eyes and hugged herself as saliva flowed, washing the tastes around her mouth then ultimately down her throat. After she’d swallowed she continued to stand there with her eyes closed. Breathing deeply, reliving the sensations all over again before she realised there was a pile of cheese and figs in front of her and disapproving eyes where nowhere near. She took a lump of brie and put a fig on it, she didn’t bother with the cracker, it was a filler; no purpose but to stop you from consuming too much of the expensive King Island Double Brie.

Poll Results

In the recent poll, What is the largest number of dates you’ve had in one 24 hour period?
It turns out the biggest tart by fitting in 4 dates and 25% of the vote, is me. The other 75% are more sedate, fitting in just two.

No one voted, (but then, there where only 4 votes, mine included) for 3, 4, 5 or more than 5. We really are a fairly sedate lot, aren’t we?

Try the new poll, it's all about sensation.

The Catsuit

You've been asking for it, so here it is. The Catsuit.

It is accompanied by a hood, gloves and a cincher. Of course it goes all the way to my ankles were I am wearing the boots mentioned here ;-)

My not-boyfriend took the picture, not bad considering he had no idea how to use my camera. Afterward we took full advantage of the outfit and the extra lube/shine spray that was used for the extra gloss.

PS. This is likely the most you’ll ever see of my face on this blog, enjoy it!

My Catsuit

Today it hangs forlornly in the hall near the radiator gathering warming (drying) rays. Last night it was matched with a hood, my funky boots and gloves to completely cover me in a second skin, leaving only my eyes and mouth exposed.

God, I was hot!