Mirrored self love

It’s Valentine’s Day, and I’m celebrating with cake and porn and my Doxy. This particular day is special to me – and not just because I can break out my bee-summoning dance. It’s also one when self-care is extremely important. Today I slept late and wore my favourite knickers and wrote Valentine’s cards to my friends – a personal ‘fuck you’ to a society that tells me I should be in a heterosexual monogamous relationship, not snuggling in bed with my girlfriends.

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These boots were made for…

I am not sure how I missed the deadline for submitting a post for the last Kink of the Week topic, but I was absolutely determined not to do so again. Especially as the current kink under question is boots. I have lots of feelings about boots. On me, they make me feel confident on sexy. On others, they make me take notice, and I find them very hot. Today, though, I’m going to write about one pair of boots in particular…

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Once in a lifetime… or maybe not?

I was honoured that my image from last week was the prompt for this week’s Masturbation Monday, and I knew exactly what I wanted to write. My lipstick has made another appearance in today’s photo, but I would like to present the fantasy that follows without comment.

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Another airport adventure

“Bend over slut.” I obey, wetness seeping into knickers, but I peek up at him as he deftly ties my hands together. His fingers move quickly, and while I’m still swooning a little at his skill he’s moved behind me and is tugging my knickers down. Two sharp smacks land on my bottom. “Head down, slut, let me use my fuck toy.”

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At the end of the day

Today was a long day. A good one, certainly, one that has left my muscles aching in a very satisfying way, but it has been long. I got off the train into the pouring rain this evening, and by the time I got home all I wanted to do was take off my wet clothes and wrap myself in blankets.

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Just one more glass

This particular post is inspired by one of Cara Thereon’s tweet, and DomSigns’ response to it. As always, I checked with them before getting my filthy creative juices all over their conversion, but, as always, I expect – or maybe hope – that they were a bit curious as to what filthy thoughts I’d generated from a simple typo. And, as ever, I hope I do not disappoint.

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