Screw making resolutions in 2019, I want a revolution. Who’s with me? Who else has had enough of the shit-show that is the world right now and is ready to seize the means of production and change the world? I want to make it clear that if you’ve survived this year you should be proud of yourself.
Is this the last smut of 2018? Who knows! However, there is time for a little more kink dissection, this time exploring eyes and eye contact – with a twist of eyeliner, because that’s becoming a little bit of a thing for me since I imagined what a play partner of mine would look like if he was wearing it.
I’ve spent most of today sitting by a Christmas tree while I’ve messed around with various bits of blog admin, eaten chocolate Santas, and generally procrastinated. When I gave up pretending that I was doing anything productive, I laid back and watched the gleam of the fairy lights flick over my body while I rubbed my clit.
Do you have the balls? Or rather, do you have the ovaries, the guts, the courage? Do you dare do something outrageous and still stand tall? Do you have the balls to post a Christmassy naked photo of your ball(s) on your blog?
In autumn, I bought a gorgeous mustard-yellow scarf for myself. It was warm and soft and despite its habit of shedding fluff everywhere I love it. (Seriously, everything is covered in fluff right now, including partners I have fucked since buying the scarf because the fluff travels with me.) I’ve worn it a lot in the last few months, and thus have had plenty of time to come up with lots of deliciously pervy ways it could be used “against” me…