Here we are in London, in a tiny flat with rickety single-paned windows and a shower that barely contains my ample behind. My first day of Eroticon is in the bag (and such a lot of information to process, I must admit). I know I’ve been a bit quiet, with the travel and days off…
We are busy shopping, doing laundry, arranging childcare and pet care, packing, and basically just going a little nuts around the Delaney household as we prepare to leave this Tuesday from Seattle to London. It’s a long trip for us, and it’s been a long time since we took a vacation together. Not only is…
Mr. D has always been somewhat interested in the concept of fucking oneself. Like…if you met yourself in another time or dimension would you want to have sex with yourself? Maybe that is what inspired this week’s image. Over the years, he has loved watching me go down on others and other go down on…
I’ve had a love/hate relationship with my body since I can remember caring about it. Pretty much as soon as my boobs popped up and the hair on my legs began to grow, I’ve been self-conscious about some part(s) of it, comparing myself to other girls/women and falling prey to the media expectation of what…
His hands, full of heat and healing energy, have the ability to both decrease or increase my heartbeat. Depending on the moment, they can calm me, rubbing knots out of my shoulders and backside, holding my hand, sitting on my thigh, cupped around my breast as we fall asleep. Or they can raise my pulse:…
