Grab a piece of Bondi.

Dont forget to grab a copy of my novel Take it as it Comes.
Sun soaked beaches.
The world of high flying fashion.
Older women.
Younger men.
Enjoy.

Guru Guru - enjoy a little Krautrock

I'm really into the psych stuff at the moment.
I get a light headiness.
Like I'm in the drug, not of the drug.
Not used by the drug.
It's not easy, but letting music like this use you provides a visceral vibration that taps into something usually only accessed through mind altering substances.
On a day when we have lost Amy Winehouse, I'm happy to advocate the hard yards and encourage using intense music therapy to get closer to the devil inside.
Enjoy.

Japanese Bathhouse Porn

Today's little tid bit was some bath house porn.

I stumbled across this. Japanese women aren't normally my thing - i'm not into the giggly little girly thing.

At least I thought I wasn't.

I found this little bit of porn really sexy. Five women pleasuring one man. He is licked all over by the women as his penis gets harder and harder. Eventually, covered in oil, one of the women slides over him and pleasures herself, and then they all just take turns. I 'finished' at the point where he had one girl riding him, two riding the fingers of each hand and the other two girls kissing his legs waiting for their turn.

It was gorgeous!

As I said, I have never really been into the 'Asian girly' thing before. But this time I understood. I saw the intense eroticism in it. Seeing those women sort of lose themselves - there isn't the aggression of the Caucasian porn stars. Competition seems to be lacking (although i am sure it is there) and it was all just a very intense erotic experience. Tactile rather than visual. This appealed to me a lot.

So - I recommend you check some out.

Enjoy.

Little religious girlie dreams of better days...

When I was a young girl, I was a part of a very restrictive religion that had fixed and firm limited positions about the topics of women, sexuality and the rights to freedom. This is not an uncommon story amongst erotica writers.

I was blessed though.

In my little pure white and pale blue room, I had some small but oh so meaningful treasures.

I smuggled into my room the Baroness Series of books.

I was also, for some very strange reason, allowed to listen to Queen.

Freddy Mercury was there for me in the dark. He was safe (gay) but easily the sexiest creature I had ever laid eyes on in my life. I had several posters of him in my bedroom - a wild hungry man he seemed to me. I would dream that he would come to lfie, stare at me from the hole in the wall poster where he lived, and with THAT look - you know the one... he always gets it when he's worked up - he'd curl his arms around the frame and step out into the romm, called by the warmth of my bed and the moisture between my legs.

He inspired my girlie wet dreams for years. And I still thank him for it.