I’m a tits and ass man

My favourite thing at the moment is not looking at the funky search terms on my blog, but looking at the funky groups I'm being invited to be a member of on Flickr.... Ample ass.... I think that just sums it up beautifully. I was having a quick browse through fet today and noticed a... Continue Reading →


Tuckus lingus and all things butt

Ever since I started my new slave-kick (like a health-kick but with less bran), the butt has been appearing on the menu more and more. I have a truly deep love/hate relationship with the butt and while 70% of my private porn collection is made-up of insanely limber chicks having their asses totally rammed, there... Continue Reading →

The back door

I'm a big girl and I'm not afraid to say it: I love butt sex. But let me point out something very important here - butt sex and butt plugs are very different. I hate butt plugs. They both happen in the same place, so what's so different about it?,  I hear you say. Well, in... Continue Reading →

I had a good butt day

I always find it interesting when I have one of those rare occasions that a butt plug doesn't hurt. I don't know why some days are good and some days are bad as there doesn't seem to be a pattern i.e. no amount of 'training' makes a bad butt day good, and a good butt... Continue Reading →

Bubble, boil, toil and trouble

I went to bed angry, woke up angry and spent most of the day angry. In fact, I'm still angry. Not 'I-want-to-smash-your-face-in' angry, just a slow simmer with bubbles that break the surface sometimes and result in me muttering angrily to myself when no-one is looking.Yes, I'm red plaging, which is normally in itself the... Continue Reading →

I’ve been a bit wordy of late…

....so I've decided to post some pics! I've also just recently become able to look at these pics from our last party a few weeks ago i.e. being able to look without cringing away in absolute horror, so yay for me. Lol. Anyway, without further ado, here they are. This is 'R' the bacon-slicing, cane-loving,... Continue Reading →


Last Saturday night I think I was broken again. It's actually taken me a week of mulling and pondering and dragging over the details in my head before I could even put fingers to keyboard to write about it. I started writing last night,  but ended up deleting what I'd written, closed the top of my laptop... Continue Reading →

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