Words take on many different meanings #20

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The lyrics of What did for the Dinosaurs – The Bevis Frond seem pretty obvious upon first listening. The dark and cynical meanderings of a post-psychedelic man. But listen again! I find that it depends on my mood how I will take this tune. The music and lyrics can take me in different directions, depending on what my ears are open for. It is the opening verse which sucked me in, and has stuck with me for many years:

4 o’clock this morning
I was woken from a dream
In which my bones were reassembled
In a minor league museum

I love music and am always on the lookout for something new to listen to, so I hope the 30-Day Song Challenge inspires some of you to share.

If you love me let me know #19

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Tim Minchin is an absolute genius who can have me laughing until the tears roll down my cheeks, but he always makes me think. If you really loved me is no exception… I laugh because it is true! I would be upset if my future partner didn’t want to video me while I pee. And I have two flasks.

As it’s my blog, and I can make up the rules as I go I thought you might like to watch Tim Minchin’s UWA Address, 9 Life Lessons. On a recent check up with my GP we were discussing my wellbeing. I haven’t seen him for months and he was pleased to see me looking so well. He suggested I have a look at this video when life starts to feel a bit much. It is his go to motivational video. Needless to say I watched it. And it is a wonderful reminder of lessons I have learnt over the last few years. “Keep busy and try to make someone else happy.”

I love music and am always on the lookout for something new to listen to, so I hope the 30-Day Song Challenge inspires some of you to share.

Oh here she comes… With #18

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Born in 1982 I’m spoilt for choice of quality tunes, but Hall and Oates’ song Maneater was released 2 weeks before I popped out, and hit the number one spot less than two weeks later. I have a particular soft spot for it, and it rang true for me before I married as well as for a period after. Currently in hiatus of man-eating I still love this tune.

I love music and am always on the lookout for something new to listen to, so I hope the 30-Day Song Challenge inspires some of you to share.

Duets: because two are better than one. #17

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Karaoke is a big fat no for me, a hard limit if you like… I love to sing (alone) and have performed with work and in plays as a child. However, karaoke is not my thing. At All!

As a 16 year old I did cut my teeth in karaoke with my rugby team. We did solo, team and I also did a duet (with a rock singer who just happened to share my name and was the opposite flanker) and so, in an attempt to fulfill today’s challenge… I am sharing my karaoke duet history with you Wild Thing by The Troggs.

I love music and am always on the lookout for something new to listen to, so I hope the 30-Day Song Challenge inspires some of you to share.

Double trouble #16

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I’m a big fan of the cello, and it is one of the instruments that I have played to an ok standard at some point in my life, I will always associate them with Classical music. Imagine my surprise when I stumbled across this tune: 2CELLOS – Whole Lotta Love vs. Beethoven 5th Symphony These two cellists have made the temperature rise here! I think they are quite incredible, and their collection of covers is quite impressive. They lose none of the skill of a classical cellist but they threaten to bring these warm and beautiful instruments back into fashion.

I love music and am always on the lookout for something new to listen to, so I hope the 30-Day Song Challenge inspires some of you to share.

Sinful spoons

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Time to manage my spoons.

It’s that time of year again. The time when everyone wants one of my spoons!

Just over a year ago I learnt of the Spoons Theory. It has been suggested that each of us has a certain amount of spoons each morning when we wake up, and over the course of the day we use those spoons to stir different pots, until they run out. Sometimes we can borrow from the following day but… that leaves us with less spoons for the following days pots. My understanding is that when I am struggling with my depression I have less spoons, so can stir less pots. Constantly borrowing from the next day leaves me in a bit of a muddle until I run out completely and everything comes crashing down around me.

And at this time of year there are a lot of pots that need stirring!!

Much earlier this year I was able to change my thinking on spoons a little bit. A friend shared a ted talk (my first ever) and I then went on a binge, stumbling across Sarah Knight and The Magic of Not Giving a Fuck. I have had a number of breakthrough moments this year, where I have learnt to manage my life and depression, and her idea on a fuck budget has helped me use my spoons effectively, while still being a decent human being.

So Christmas…

I don’t celebrate christmas for me, I do it for my children. But I am learning to use my spoons carefully to keep them happy and myself well.

My gift to you:

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Sinful Sunday
Sinful spoons was first published on A Leap of Faith.

The same song on a different day is a different song. #15

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I got my Metallica education during my marriage and found many songs that I thoroughly enjoyed. I learnt to play a few on my bass many years back. But when I heard this song, Orion, by Rodrigo y Gabriela,  it blew me away. I return to it regularly, it is just magic, and have enjoyed many of their other covers over the time I’ve known about them.

I love music and am always on the lookout for something new to listen to, so I hope the 30-Day Song Challenge inspires some of you to share.

Here comes the bride. #14

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Who knows what the future will bring, if I will meet someone I want to marry (and who wants to marry me, that’s important too!) but as I’ve already been married I thought I’d share my first dance song with you. I’ve never been the most traditional of ladies, and as I refused to move up to centre stage for the more traditional first dance the groom and DJ relented and put on one of the tunes I had suggested weeks before. Andy C and Shimmon – Body Rock.

 I love music and am always on the lookout for something new to listen to, so I hope the 30-Day Song Challenge inspires some of you to share.

Sweet little angel #13

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I like so much music but generally have no idea what decade tunes are from, unless I can date it with release from significant life events. However, it would seem rude to choose a tune from the 70s and skip disco, so I bring you one of many smile-making tunes: Tavares- Heaven must be missing an angel. They are so in sync with each other, and their costumes are awesome. But, from a girlie point of view, I would love to be someones sweet little angel.

I love music and am always on the lookout for something new to listen to, so I hope the 30-Day Song Challenge inspires some of you to share.

Happiness is watching your child dance #12

When I think of my preteen years I think of bands like abba (dad’s favourite) and status quo (mum’s favourite) which hold a place in my heart for the ages 10-12. Delving further back though… One of my mums favourite stories about me is of how I would dance around the kitchen as a toddler while dad cooked dinner for us and breakfast for her. He was a stay at home dad until I started school, and she was a night sister. Anyway, I digress. Sister Sledge – Frankie is a song from my pre teen years which I still love dancing around my kitchen to, over 33 years later.

I love music and am always on the lookout for something new to listen to, so I hope the 30-Day Song Challenge inspires some of you to share.

Backstage Girl

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There I was, outside the door that would take me to him.

I had dreamt about this moment since he first came into my life, since the first time I was allowed to see him, albeit a photograph. Though the fantasy that I knew would never be brought to reality had been deep-rooted since my teens, being invited to one of his gigs was almost as good. I could stand in the crowd, listen to him play, watch his fingers dance over the frets knowing exactly what those fingers could do. I would mirror those fingers as I followed my instructions, to edge myself during the course of his set. I wasn’t allowed to orgasm, but he wanted to be able to find my eyes and see my heat through the crowd.

Dressed to his exacting standards I would have easy access to touch myself.

Knee length swing skirt, lacy black knickers stuffed inside (“we can’t have you dripping down your thighs N”), heels that I could stand in for the duration and a halter neck latex vest. I’d been asked to wear make up too, with lots of mascara and slut red lips, nails to match. Pushing the door to the bar open I made my way to order a drink. While waiting for service I leant forward feeling the air tickle across the back of my thighs, and the cane stripes from our scene the previous week. I felt fingers tracing a line up the sensitive flesh and gasped as he whispered in my ear “don’t turn around, remember, we don’t know each other… Just pretend I’m not here…” and as he reached over to grab the water bottle being handed over to him I felt him lift my skirt to expose my pussy to anyone who may have been stood behind us. My body flooded with the kind of heat that only comes from such erotic shame. Swollen lips pulsed around my lacy knickers and as I groaned quietly I heard him chuckle as he stepped away from me.

Shortly after that the lighting changed and the band took to the stage.

There he was, just as I had always known he would be. His energy just as powerful up on stage with his mates as it was in our time together. As the set list continued I gyrated to the music, edging but never allowing myself to crest. He knew that this was one of my favourite things in private, for solo tasks or for play, but he liked to push me, and public play was always a favourite fantasy. Now, NOW it was proving too much. Very occasionally our eyes would meet. I had rarely been allowed to look into is eyes, and now I felt so vulnerable under his gaze I could barely hold it together. Somehow I did, and as the encore finished he surreptitiously nodded to a door beside the stage, signalling  me to meet him there. Ten minutes later the door cracked open, and I crept through into the dark space beyond, not wanting to draw attention to myself. “Do you know what it did to me, watching you play with yourself tonight? I saw the pain cross your face as you stopped 8 times.” All the while he was pacing around me in the dark room, I couldn’t make out what was surrounding us, but he clearly knew the space like the back of his hand. “Slut, MY slut, come…” and he kissed me deeply before taking my hand, slowly walking me through the void as he attached cuffs at my wrists. Folding me over what felt like a large speaker he attached more cuffs at my knees, and bound it to the matching wrist. I was stuck now. on all fours over this unknown article.

He then pulled on a latex hood. It covered my nose but nothing below.

Hearing the lights click on and his footsteps return he started talking again. “A tease, that’s what you are. You now need to make amends for my discomfort tonight. You will start with my cock” and with that he rubbed his jean clad mound in my face. I could feel his thickness growing behind the thick fabric, before I could grasp the zipper between my teeth He had pulled his turgid length free. I could hear his breathing change while my mouth and tongue worked hard to please him, delighting in the pre-cum that always. Tasted. So. Sweet. Hearing his dark chuckle as he grabbed my head and started to use my throat for his pleasure.  As I gagged and drooled he pulled my head back and insisted I be more careful. He had to get back to his band mates soon after all!

I couldn’t be sure, but was that a chortle?

Slapping my cheek he lowered my head back down to his cock, pushing between my slut red lips, it was me marking him tonight. I heard him again “Go for it.” Huh? Then what sounded like a condom wrapper. Perhaps he is preparing…? As he retreated to allow me a rasping, gasping breath there was pressure at my asshole and ohhhhhhhhh, that’s-not-Sir…  I could barely register what was happening before his cock was placed at my lips, teasingly this time. My tongue reaching out to taste him. Them? There was another head there now.  I tried to concentrate on both cocks as my ass was used roughly by the first unknown man, but I felt Him shift away while the friend stepped up to take His place, gently placing his cock in my mouth and allowing me to work my magic. “Use her properly!” called the stranger behind me “Don’t waste your chance with this slut?”

“I think we should move her now” came His voice.

And with that He reached down and pulled my panties from my hot, wet hole. Swiftly replacing the second strangers cock with my soaked knickers. Listening to them talk I realised they thought I was a random slut from the crowd, desperate to be their backstage girl. As I was moved onto my back more condom wrappers were removed. He started to torture my flesh by pinching my nipples and grazing my swollen clit with those deft fingers. I was soon floating. Initially just one cock was  fucking me, then with a bit of scrambling I was enjoying double and then triple penetration. His hand never leaving my sweaty, trembling body as waves of orgasm threatened to overwhelm me.

Once the band had enjoyed me, they cleaned themselves up. 

Emptying their used condoms all over my heaving breasts, they left me to rub it in, laughing as they left. “MY slut, you did so well tonight,” hands running over my swollen, wet flesh. One hand raised cum from my chest to my lips, the other removed the hood. “Perfect” he cooed as I sucked his finger clean and looked into his eyes, black streaks running down my cheeks. It had all been part of the plan, His Master plan “MY beautiful slut”. Now I could thank him properly for making my fantasy reality.

I had been His backstage girl.

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Backstage Girl was first published on A Leap of Faith.

Public Enemy #11

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A song that I never tire of listening to…. Now there is a question. It is again about narrowing things down, and I have decided to  go for Public Enemy – By The time I get to Arizona (in my opinion) one of the best hip hop tunes ever. As with all the best hip hop there is a strong message in the lyrics, and the message in this one is just as important today, 27 years later.

I love music and am always on the lookout for something new to listen to, so I hope the 30-Day Song Challenge inspires some of you to share.

Sadness flies away on the wings of time #10

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Gotye – somebody that I used to know (feat. Kimbra)is an incredible song which takes me on a wave of emotions. When I first heard it I was sad for him, then I listened closer and realised that her words wouldn’t take much tweaking to mirror some of my experiences. Very emotive, very beautiful and the video is so creatively made. This is my choice of song that makes me feel sad.

I love music and am always on the lookout for something new to listen to, so I hope the 30-Day Song Challenge inspires some of you to share.

Be the reason someone smiles today #9

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Music holds great power over me. More often than not it will make me smile, sometimes utter joy and other times a gentle warm glow. But some tunes hold a special place because they make me really relax. Currently I’m studying, and when it comes to assignment time I find it hard to focus on my ability to write. My I asked my brother for some “white noise” style music that I could crack out words to and he pointed me in the direction of Nils Frahm. A few years later and he is still my go to study buddy, and the sense of achievement I get when I have completed the assignment always makes me happy. So I have chosen my most recent study assignment companion: Nils Frahm – A Winged Victory for the Sullen – BBC Proms 2015 – Full performance He has many more incredible performances, but this one is a wonderful introduction.

(And one of his best pieces is in the last half hour)

I love music and am always on the lookout for something new to listen to, so I hope the 30-Day Song Challenge inspires some of you to share.

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