It’s official I have a habit; no matter how many times I try to fight it, I always fall at the first hurdle. Yep, I’m addicted. Going cold turkey is not an option either. I’m addicted to the sky, the clouds, the stars; I’m addicted to sunrise and sunset, I love watching the moon in all of its glory.
Right about now, I feel like I’m on top of the world, thanks to my mate Hennessy! Although, I guess I’m not that far from being on top of the world, as I sit on my Virgin flight to Barbados at 39,000 thousand feet in the air. I’m trying to write, I had grand plans to write for the duration
My pussy is very special, simply because it is my pussy and if I don’t love or appreciate my pussy then nobody else will (ok, not quite). My pussy was once described as a forward c-cup; meaning no matter what angle you approach it, access is still easy…. No I didn’t quite get that either. An old Jamaican boyfriend of
My dearest sweetest Ghetto Mistress, I implore you to forgive the wicked erotic musings of my vile tortured self. I am repeatedly visited by a demon bringing visions of your goodly self in a state of immodest nakedness begging me to join with you in a series of the most depraved acts that only the most wanton mind could imagine.
So there I am sitting out on the verandah (or porch as I’ve just been corrected) overdosing on some much-needed vitamin D and minding my own business. As I stand up to stretch my legs and admire my surroundings yet again, I notice a young man in the garden a few houses down standing by a tree; nothing wrong with
I was sitting on the edge of my bed, naked and fresh from the shower; I was air drying whilst waiting for the sun to come up. I stared intently at the sky, absorbing the amber and grey/blue colours. My mind wandered as I reflected on the past few days. I thought about you and true to form, you made