TMI Tuesday – Guilty Pleasures

1. What TV show do you love to watch but are a little embarrassed to tell friends that you simply cannot miss an episode.

Oh dear! I record a New Zealand soap every day and watch it as I eat lunch… it’s called Shortland Street. It’ll never win any production or acting awards but what can I say… hooked!

2. What website and/or magazine do you read and it’s your guilty pleasure?

I usually check out Buzzfeed over brekkie to see what’s happening, then Pinterest, Tumblr and IG. I don’t read magazines anymore – they became ridiculously expensive and always sprouted the same old shite. I read the OH’s Focus magazine when he buys it and I’ll thumb through his National Geographic.

3. What is the grocery store item you buy but you know you should not?

Crisps and wine.

4. Tell us about something you do at work that you would not want your co-workers to know that you do.

Well I work at home, Domestic Goddess that I am, so I can’t really answer this. An afternoon wank maybe? but the OH always knows I do this so it doesn’t really apply.

5. Do you have a secret stash? What is it?

Um… no. Well, unless you count the various lotions and potions I keep buying, opening, only half using before moving on to the next temptation… then yes I guess there’s that!

Bonus: What is your most embarrassing guilty pleasure?

No such thing! If it is pleasurable why feel embarrassed or guilty?

I do have a Spotify playlist entitled Guilty Pleasures though… hehe! The songs on it always make me smile!



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F4TF #26 – Sweet or Sour?


Inspired by the wonderful scene in 9 1/2 weeks…

Do you enjoy incorporating food into your sex life? What kinds do you use? What do you like about it? Or, conversely, do you find the idea off-putting? Why so?

I love that scene! The thoughts of being blindfolded and teased with food by a gorgeous young Mickey Rourke certainly gets me hot and bothered!

As for whether I have ever incorporated food into my sexy shenanigans… yep! We played with licking ice cream off each other as youngsters but I found the stickiness off-putting.

One thing we used to do quite a lot was use champagne, (well, we were students so it was Cava!). Slurping bubbly from your loved ones navel is so much fun, as is the sensation of cold fizz being poured over your skin. We used to enjoy taking a mouthful of wine and passing it to each other as well – this works best with red wine as the mouth warms it perfectly. It’s a sweet, sexy and intimate thing to do.

I’ve noticed I keep typing we ‘used to’ and, on reflection, we don’t use food or drink in our playtimes anymore. I have no idea why. Perhaps I will start a discussion later about being blindfolded and fed whatever he finds fun to use on me.

And I’ll be sure not to have any chilli peppers in the fridge!


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365 Questions Day 9


Hmmmm… My current favourite snack…

I have cultivated a love for something that, prior to last summer, I had banned from my diet for about 10 years… crisps!

Those little crunchy, fat-laden morsels of savoury, salty bursts of flavour are so fucking addictive! My new love of crisps has certainly shown itself in my expanding waistline and overflowing bra cups.

I must give up the evil, but oh so delicious little monsters!

I have four packets left in my pantry… I should just bin them, cold turkey style, but the Irish ‘you can’t throw away food’ voice inside me says different.

Perhaps I will eat them over the next few days, try to savour them, not gobble them down, and using the words of Lord Sugar, “with regret, I must let you go”.

Back to yogurt and fruit then…


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365 Questions Day 8


Do we define ‘good’ as healthy or delicious?

Last night I ate mussels cooked in a white wine and tomato broth and they were divine… pretty healthy too I guess.

This was followed by a pizza the OH made from scratch. He kneaded the dough, made the tomato sauce base and together we assembled a delicious pizza of basil, olives, fried mushrooms and buffalo mozzerella. We sprinkled grated parmesan over when it came out from the blasting hot oven.

Friends… the foodgasm I experienced with that first bite was epic! Accompanied by some Spanish Garnacha, THAT was the last good, no, great thing I ate. In terms of a ‘worth the calories’ test it passed with flying colours!


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The heady aromas of this morning’s coffee and baking envelope me as I kneel, naked and blindfolded on the hard kitchen tile floor. I inhale deeply, savouring the rich scents, lick my lips.

A low chuckle from above me, “ Ah, little one, are you eager for your treats?”

I nod and whisper “Yes Sir.” Hoping for some of the criossant and jam leftover from breakfast.

“Ok pet, open your mouth, tongue out like a good girl,” he instructs and I feel the warmth of his body as he crouches down beside me.

Obediently I stick my tongue out and wait. The shock of the sour taste makes me recoil and try to spit it out.

His voice harsh, “Now, now! If you spit you get twice as much! Swallow my pet. Do it.”

Grimacing, I accept the unflavoured natural yogurt into my mouth and swallow, my mouth watering at its bitterness.

‘Tongue out! This time you may swallow only if you want to…” I smell the sharp citrus before its acid stings my chapped lips. My nipples harden as the cold lemon juice pours over my chin and down my body, drying sticky on my skin. Licking my lips, I wait for what comes next.

I feel something cold against my lips; cold and wet, with a rough texture and a strong smell of vinegar. He pushes it between my lips, forcing my teeth open, “Bite pet.”

The crunch as I bite down into the dill pickle sounds extra loud in the silent kitchen, but I chew and swallow as he wishes, despite the combined flavours so far making me feel slightly queasy.

His fingers caress my cheek tenderly, “What shall I feed my pet next, huh?” he toys with me, “Does kitten have any requests?”

“Whatever pleases you Sir,” I reply, enjoying our game.

I hear a muted pop followed by a low hiss.

His hand moves from the side of my face to my chin and he tilts it back, opening my mouth and throat.

An ice-cold stream of sharp fizz is poured into my mouth; the delicate flavour of champagne clashing with the leftover vinegar taste, but it flows in a steady generous stream that compels me to swallow. He tips the bottle higher and I feel the liquid run through my hair, cooling my scalp and trickling down my back. His tongue licks my dripping lips and then he pulls away.

His lips are back on mine. He opens them and the champagne, slightly warmed from his mouth, flows into mine. I drink from him, tasting the Veuve Clicquot mixed with his saliva. The bottle clinks as he sets it down onto the porcelain tiles. I supress the little bubbles of gas that threaten to burst from my lips.

There is something on my thigh.

A sharp little rap on my skin tells me he is using the crop.

“Open,” he uses the tip to part my knees and I readjust myself, sitting back on my heels, legs wide. He traces the flat leather tip up along my inner thigh, across my mound and down along my other leg. Feather light taps tease my skin as he draws a fat juicy peeled grape across my lips, before popping it into my mouth with his thumb. It bursts its succulent contents onto my tongue and I eat it greedily.

A cold sensation between my legs, tracing my swollen vulva… another grape caressing my hot folds, his fingers expertly sliding it across my sensitive nub, tantalizing and tormenting me.

His speed alternates, leaving me helpless and powerless to the electric heat spreading up through my body.

He knows my responses well, he knows I am close.

He ceases all stimulation abruptly, rudely leaving me teetering on the edge of release and he pops the grape, dripping with my arousal, into my mouth. I hold in a sigh of frustration as I swallow it.

“My pet is getting impatient isn’t she?” he murmurs, stroking my swollen lips with his thumb, sliding his fingers inside me, pushing in deep, causing me to arch my back, grinding down against his hand.

“Not yet, little one… shush…”

His other hand pats my chin, wordlessly commanding my mouth to open again and I taste the intense sweetness of runny honey coating my tongue, filling my mouth faster than I can gulp it down. The sticky amber nectar spills down my chin as he squeezes the bottle faster, drenching me in the viscous syrup.

Pinning me to lie back on the floor, my spine pressing against the hard tiles, knees parted, I feel more honey being drizzled lazily over my cunt, the sensation tickling me, driving me insane with the need to be touched properly.

I hear and feel him move.

Kneeling at my head, he lifts up it to open my throat and my mouth eagerly accepts his hard cock. I am pleasantly surprised to find he has smeared himself with honey too and it glides in and down my throat easily. Supporting myself on my bent elbows, head back to accommodate his width I submit to him throat fucking me as hard and fast as he wishes to, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes as I struggle not to gag on him.

His salty explosion mingles with the almost sickening sweetness of the honey. I swallow and, as he withdraws, I lick every drop off his gorgeous cock.

“What do you say?” his voice is low and throaty.

“Thank you Sir,” I reply, licking my lips clean.

“Lets get you cleaned up little one. Then I will decide if you’ve earned your orgasm or not.”

My eyes adjust to the brightness of the kitchen as he removes my blindfold and lifts me into his arms to carry me to the bathroom where he undresses and guides me under the steaming hot jet of the shower and begins to soap my hair and body free of our noontime picnic.

As he sinks to his knees and buries his face between my legs, I smile, knowing I have indeed earned my reward.

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TMI Tuesday… Sexy is…


1. What is your kissing technique?

I like a slow, lingering start, just lips meeting, gradually opening and gently exploring with the tip of the tongue. As the passion builds, the kiss deepens and there may be some gentle biting/sucking of lips. I like to kiss more than the lips too: face, eyelids, throat, chest… and so on!

I HATE feeling like I am having a dental examination and if your tongue goes anywhere near the back of my throat I will withdraw! Gross!

2. When do you feel most sexy?

When I feel comfortable and relaxed.

Or, of course, when my crazy hormones declare themselves active! I can be ridiculously horny during my period, and as a result I can tell you that no, orgasms do not do a thing for period pain… not for this lady anyway!

3. Which of these most resembles you
a. I exude male sexiness
b. He-man, think sexy lumberjack
c. Call me the Ladies Man
d. Curvy, sexy and all woman
e. Tomboy, kitten with a whip type  👍  Me! Except I’d rather the whip is used on my ass!
f. Girl next-door
g. Sexy nerd  👍  I find intelligence and knowledge intensely sexy and I am proud to be a nerd/geek/dork…

4. What makes for a sexy meal?

It depends entirely on the person you are with.

A picnic is always fun and sexy, even if it is one served on the floor of the living room.

It must involve laughter and discussion, that is non negotiable.

5. What are some of your seduction techniques?

If I am really in the mood and He hasn’t picked up on it, I know all I have to do is go upstairs, change into some stockings or hold ups, put on a cute little lacy number and casually wander into whatever room he is in. It always gets the right response!

Otherwise my MO is to laugh a person into bed.

6. What’s sexier? Why?
a. beer
b. wine
c. mixed alcoholic beverage
d. iced tea

I am a red wine drinker mostly, but in terms of sexiness I think it’s hard to beat a cocktail, especially when it is made with skill and  suavity. Oh yes!

Bonus: Are you hot as in sexy? How can you share your sexiness with the world?

I don’t think of myself in those terms at all.


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