My last February photofest photo of 2017 – (not sure what the photo was)
The 28 days of February photofest draws to a close. I managed 27 of the 28 days of February. The missing day due to being out of the house for 15 hours and of course…
The 28 days of February photofest draws to a close. I managed 27 of the 28 days of February. The missing day due to being out of the house for 15 hours and of course…
Shortly after new year we travelled to Brussels. We visited a number of great bars and restaurants. One of them was this one: Le Perroquet. I am not sure that this photo does it justice,…
Last Sunday I finally got around to moving my blog. Just over two years ago, when it looked as if Blogger was going to ban sex related sites, I bought my own domain. I searched…
As February photofest enters its last weekend for this year, I am running a little short of photos. Well if the truth be known, I need to take more photos and to do so require…
I missed a post yesterday, so this little flower is in lieu of that. Something else later. This morning I looked out over the garden from my bedroom and saw that the first of my…
They used to say that life begins at 40. I beg to differ. Over the last year of my 30’s I lost weight in a vain attempt to make myself feel something special about the…
I had forgotten I owned this lovely red lingerie set. When half the contents of your underwear draw is in the ironing basket (laziness rather than because I am going to iron them) you can…
I am in the process of moving, but have some work to do yet. Meanwhile, this is today’s post.
The collar is the symbol of who I am and to Master’s ownership of me. In the 18 months or so since He placed it around my neck, I have rarely removed it. At the…
I wanted to do this last year, but the time wasn’t right for a number of reasons. This year though Master and I will be attending Eroticon. This year it is in London, just far…