All these places have their moments with lovers and friends, I still can recall. Some are dead and some are living in my life, I’ve loved them all My triumvirates have been part of my life for some period of time now, well relative to the fact I signed up for Ashley Madison in March… Read More CEO – The middle triumvirate 90% sex, 10% friendship!
Maybe it’s the time of the year or maybe it’s the time of man, I don’t know who I am, but you know life is for learning. There are so many men I have not talked about within this blog, for reasons to be honest I am not sure about, not many calamities and a… Read More A Voice to be heard – the gentle art of sexual discovery and the discovery of himself .
As I am sitting at home being lazy I saw this on twitter and spent five minutes writing the below piece. The prompt was Christmas Carol and I feel very naughty but by heck it was fun. She was lost, wandering around the hotel foyer aimlessly without purpose, waiting for her lover to arrive,… Read More Wicked Wednesday – A Christmas Carol
The last attempt at my attempts with no private time and a mobile phone. I have throughly enjoyed it but realise the limitations have been reached. The photography skills on Sinful Sunday are terrific and I urge everyone to attempt and enjoy xxx I wish you all a Merry Christmas and hope that 2017… Read More Coming Home for Christmas – Sinful Sunday I had a blast
And I’m so impatient when you’re not mine I just want to catch up on all the lost times And I’ll say I’m sorry if I sound sordid ‘Cause all I really ever want is you Catfish and the Bottlemen – Hourglass This is a post that I write to be cathartic to myself, it… Read More Tearful Thursday – A calamity in Carluccios, will Earnest and Becs survive? Will sex happen again?
Part of the experience is wanting to to experience different experiences, a hidden urge to be dominated. Why is it strong woman have a leaning towards this sphere? Earnest and I evolved our roles from the outset, we are both learning.
You’ll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in fields of gold So she took her love for to gaze awhile upon the fields of barley In his arms she fell as her hair came down among the fields… Read More Lapsed Catholic wife; a year of sex – she is not the girl she was last year nor the girl she will be next year.