Slowly she unraveled
and bravely peeled apart
exposing her darkness
in all its authenticity
feeling vulnerable…
then free
by becoming undone.

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So as usual impy is a brainless noggin and completely forgot what this month was …

ASK QUESTIONS MONTH THINGYMAJIGGY

Yes. That means you get to ask me obscure and random amusing questions. It’s kinda helpful atm as I am up to my eyeballs in assignments so poking my brain is a good thing rather than me trying to dream up interesting posts of deviancy to keep you all entertained. I’m going to start the ball rolling and answer subtle’s questions cause I luffs it when people do the ‘non-conformist thing’ … if you haven’t answered them you should because they rawk!

1. If you were Roman, what would your name be??

Quinctillia Lucretia Albina

2.  If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?

Dorkasaurus Green

3. Your house is on fire and you can only take three things. What would they be?

Hmmm I have a suitcase under my bed which I can chuck stuff in really fast .. sooI’m cheating. My suitcase crammed with as much geekenss as I can possibly carry, my son and my dogs ashes. Ironic really but can’t leave her behind.

4. What was your scariest experience?

Nearly losing my son at birth, that moment of not knowing which way it was going to go.

5. Something you’re proud of doing?

Acomplishing one of my goals and doing a Graphic Design degree. Always being determined to follow through of life choices when I’ve made my mind up, so far I’ve done okay and I’m still alive and smiling.

And I’m gonna add one too … (mebe you can add another?)

6. What’s the dumbest thing you have done lately? …

And please let me know you’ve done it or linkied so I can come and comment

HNT Courtesy of Margaret at They Belong to Us

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Start Without Me – It’s for when one of us is too tired, or not in the mood, or out of town, or the other of us is too horny to wait. But now, here, right in front of me, you’re touching yourself, playing yourself, and it is the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Wicked Tongues - There are so many different ways that a mouth can connect themselves with my cunt. And so many partners, each with their own way of connecting with me.

“Vanilla” Bigotry – I effectively retired my personal usage of the word “vanilla” when one of these sick fucks told me that he hated that term. He said it was condescending, and the implication that kinky people have any idea what goes on in other people’s bedrooms just because they aren’t fucking around in a dungeon was ridiculous.

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Audible – More hushed giggles, more kissing sounds. A gasp followed immediately by a quiet, restrained moan. I had to make up the images in my head, try to picture what caused that gasp, who’s mouth was on what body part. Or was it even a mouth?

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Swing Shift Volume 33- We’re “Sexually Festive!” – What I do know is that I love Veronica now more than ever, that we choose our extra-marital partners with care and respect, and never fail to remember that our primary relationship is the most important one. If we’re considered sluts or promiscuous by others, so what?

Desolate. There is a space in which she sits, half removed.
An occassional ache for what once was.

She yearns to sacrifice her lips to a kiss that lingers and burns and turns her stomach inside out.
She remembers those beautiful butterflies that appear deep below, fluttering by and causing her cunt to twitch and throb.

Fingertips that graze those tender places that send electricity churning through her body.
Those same fingertips raking flesh, teeth sinking into barren flesh. Inflaming pleasure and pain.

Frustrated desires sit like a cold weight weighing her down.
Restless she sleeps.
Nightscapes haunt her visions.

Waking in a sweat with lust and the need to give herself to a phantom that lays beside her while she sleeps only to awake and find him gone.
He takes what he wants with no thought for the waste he lays in his path.

It never quite hurts enough.
She is haunted.

I have new geeky toys ‘beams’

So I’ve been sat here yesterday fucking about with the notebook setup and getting rid of all the crap that I didn’t need on it as well as sorting the ipod for playing pleasure hehe.  I have a cute wee calendar program installed on the notebook and am about halfway through setting that up. Apart from that I’ve done fuck all elese but sit here and do ‘homework’ for uni. Lots of pieces of paper and bits of black card making composition layouts and then disecting them and ‘explaining’ what I’ve done. Joyful nawt.  I have 36 of them to do, right now I think I have about 14 lol. So yeahs … I have shit to do. I also have another written piece I have to get done as well.

I haven’t even had time to have a wank this week, no deviant kinky escapades and no bruises to poke   I know a box of fun huh?

On a good note I’ve had coffee lots of it.