Along with music driving is one of the great pleasures of life for me. (The list of pleasures is long
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Author: The Barefoot sub
From the story of how the barefoot sub became the woman she is today, to toy reviews, with a hefty dose of contemplation, a sprinkling of erotica and a LOT of nudity in between, you can be sure to find something to tickle your fancy at A Leap Of Faith.
Endurance is patience concentrated. #boobday
Endurance running is along time goal for me, perhaps a more achievable one than patience. Well, I’m told I have
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You have to live hardcore to be hardcore. #6
Now then, there are LOTS of songs that make me want to dance. I may not be a talented dancer but the
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What is life without loud music? #5
There have been many times I have pulled up to lights singing along to Yazz – The only way is up. And
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Stop making memories with people you’d rather forget. #4
There isn’t any body from my past I’d rather forget. Each and every person who has come into my life
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Summer is a state of mind #3
I have some very strong memories relating to summer, and on an early autumn jaunt for a day of climbing
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Numerically Speaking This Is #2
A song that you like that has a number in the title lends itself to numerically speaking. With the prompt
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Colours speak all languages. #1
When I was thinking of songs with colours in the title I had to speak to a few friends for
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A lazy start to #boobday.
After a very late night studying I feel entitled to a lazy start to #boobday. Good morning world! See what
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Sinful simplicity
Sinful Sunday and simplicity go hand in hand. Well, sometimes they do. Like today, reflecting on a playdate with a
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Be kind, be genuine, be thankful.
This weeks Food for thought Friday prompt has struck a chord with me. After such a wonderful birthday last week,
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Give a little whistle for #boobday.
Hunter’s Tor With the whistle of the wind in my ears I lifted my top and blew… Now the weather
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Writing is the painting of the voice.
Writing is a wonderful way of processing my memories. Sorting them out like strands of spaghetti. And the more wonderfully wicked experiences I enjoy, the longer my writing list seems to become. Hey-ho, it’s a hard life.
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Shiny and Sinful Heels
I can’t walk in heels, let alone dance in them. But I can be tied to a mossy rock in
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Always be a work in progress #Boobday
I’ve been caught reflecting on myself, exploring hidden depths to inspect the work in progress of me. Being a work
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