I don’t want touchy feely. Just fuck me ….hard! Continue reading Give It To Me……Hard!
1. We came down the escalator and turned towards the exit from the shopping centre when he grabbed my arm and steered me towards the gender-neutral toilet with the baby changing facility. He pushed me inside and locked the door. “We can’t” I protested, “not in here there are too many people about.” But he was already fumbling with his belt, and, as he unzipped … Continue reading Bog Standard
From my recent shoot with the amazing Exposing 40. A post for Sinful Sunday. Click on the lips below to see more fabulous images Continue reading Double Domme
When I started Sixth Form I bought a denim skirt and a pair of shiny black knee boots. Unlike at the boys’ school next door, we girls of King Edgar’s High were allowed to wear our own clothes. And like my friends I was going to make the most of the opportunity. I was going to be the next best thing to a 16 year old … Continue reading An Evening at Barbarella’s
There were so any great things on the net this week that it was hard to pick a small section to share with you. But here goes. Many of the posts I liked were fun or hot or both. This was neither but a serious and thought provoking piece about the users and manipulators, the toxic sociopaths we all encounter, including rather too many in … Continue reading SoSS – New Football Season Edition
Matt Ridley of The Times can generally be relied to write nonsense, which is maybe not surprising as his late father Nicholas Ridley never said much that wasn’t nonsense. Ridley pere’s ideological loyalty to Margaret Thatcher did not save his political career as the gaffes mounted up and she decided he had to go. Father and son Ridley both considered themselves libertarians and in an … Continue reading Sex Work and the not so Libertarians
There are nights at The Fox when there are not enough loos. Like the Fridays when there is a crowd in for karaoke and I seem to drink lager without restraint, knowing I have Saturday to sleep it off. But there are simply not enough loos. I decided against joining the queue in the ladies, hung about impatiently by the single cubicle in the gender … Continue reading Foxy Foxy