T is for Traces

Sometimes I am knocked for six. It doesn't happen very often but occasionally my mind is completely blown. This week saw just one such situation. My mind and body flowing over the edge repeatedly in the hands of a friend. Dressing today I noticed the remnants of passion. Traces of his fingers framed by my... Continue Reading →

“Just” a basic black bra.

Late last spring I was fitted for a bra for the first time since my teens. As soon as I knew I had a size I quickly fell in love with lingerie and soon acquired a variety of lovely underwear. The black bra I'm wearing in this picture is the first purchase, the one I made off... Continue Reading →

What difference can you make today?

What a difference a purple pinky makes. Suddenly I'm feeling sexy again; desirable and deviant. This same bra last week, functional and appropriate for the day. Last night I felt like a new woman, a mellow state of arousal engulfed me. Did I look different to the friends I saw at the munch last night?... Continue Reading →

Something slightly different for #boobday.

A good bra is like a friend: hard to find one you're comfortable with, always provides support, holds you tight and is always close to your heart. Though I suspect that some are a little prickly at times... Check out what everyone else is doing over at A Dissolute Life Means... Something slightly different for #Boobday was... Continue Reading →

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