It’s past ten o clock. Late for me. (The night before I fell asleep on Jack and Pan during the second episode of Big Brother. (We are such sexual unconventioneers).)
Jack’s watching Battlestar Galactica. He’s still on season one – but he’s moving fast enough through them that he might end up watching the finale [...]
And so it came to pass after only about ten bazillion years or something that Hot Female Dominant Hot Dominant Utopia got updated.
I shall be in my bunk - with a laptop and a vibrator.
*skips*
(by *skips* I mean, er, *masturbates* really)
I live in a temperate climate. By the sea, in fact. It rains. It’s windy. It’s April and the weather is cruelest-month-typical, with sun turningabout into rain and squall quicker than my moods.
But some nights in my bed, in my head it’s wetter even than April showers. And wettest of all when my mind of [...]
Lately, in my head, has been a man. And he is quite insistent. Not going anywhere. His hands are tied behind his back.
Tied with rope. That’s odd for me. Not handcuffs. Not duct tape. Rope. Rough, tight rope. Tight and firm enough to make his muscles bulge as he tests its strength.
I have to imagine [...]
One day six months ago, my lucky day, I met Jack. We had a kind of anniversary. Not last weekend, but the one before that.
We had these cuffs we had bought. Brown leather, because you know I really hate all the black. Black and silver everything. Why is so much of kink so fucking tasteless? [...]
Think you can’t be an asshat if you have a penis. Think a-fucking-gain.
Because the truth is, as I try to find a place for me in the sexual sub-culture to which I have been assigned by higher powers with a malignant sense of humour, it may be asshat women that make me flounder and want [...]
(From Grazia Magazine’s What’s In, What’s Out for 200 
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Leather PVC and studs were always going to be a hard look to carry off without looking like you charge by the hour.
Thanks Grazia Magazine for equating my sexuality to (a) a costume and (b) something women only do for money and, in just one sentence, proving [...]
Jack came to stay for all of Christmas. He has just gone home. He will still be on a train now and his presence is still everywhere in my flat. The last things he did before he left, were carve up the rest of my joint of ham with his big sharp knife and then [...]
I’m on TV tonight in a documentary about female sex bloggers that encompasses everyone (according to its own promo) ‘from Belle du Jour to Bitchy Jones’. I clearly win the perverted sex blogging competition – I am in the same sentence as Belle du Jour and she has her own TV show with Billie Piper [...]
