beau

Valentine Greetings

2012-02-14T10:57:00.002Z

Happy Valentine's Day!

fierce kisses

2012-02-13T12:41:00.000Z

Fierce kisses

I enter the flat and grasp you. You lean over to lock the door as I grab your hair and force my mouth against yours.

Fierce kisses

My hand seeks your breast then your crotch.

Fierce kisses

I turn you round and tie your hands behind you tightly with my scarf. Then back to face me one fist grasping your hair the other molesting your body.

Fierce kisses

Mouths open wide, lips, tongues and teeth pressing, demanding.

Fierce kisses

My hand pressing, caressing, rubbing, gripping you moaning into my mouth.

Fierce kisses

Your legs wobble as I hold you, grip you, grasp you.

Fierce kisses

Dragging you into the bedroom onto your knees, my submissive woman

Fierce kisses

Trousers undone, cock in your mouth, sucking, licking, choking

Fierce kisses

Finally coming hard into the back of your throat

Fierce kisses

You look up at me proudly with a smile, having swallowed every drop

Fierce kisses

afterwards

2012-02-11T13:45:00.000Z

you kneel before me as instructed
my submissive woman
a smile crosses your face
replete and relaxed
your angular features
softened
a look of happy contentment
cleverly avoiding your guard
making your handsome face
briefly beautiful

Red

2012-02-10T18:06:00.000Z

Red

Striking red hair
Short
Long enough
To hold tight
Controlling your face
As I use your mouth
Dragging it away then
Pulling you hard onto me

Red

Striking red hair
Soft and curly
Combed by my fingers
Covering your mound
And your lips
Red and swollen
From hard spanking
and harder use

life-model

2012-02-08T20:43:00.000Z

Sukina works as a life model for artists.

The day we met for our first play session she had been modelling all day. It was a difficult and agonising pose. It was also a submissive pose - kneeling, one leg to the side, her body twisted and prostrate, arms reaching. Throughout the pose she was thinking, imagining our evening to come.

She wrote of it to me:

Dear Beau, or might I have permission to sometimes address you when I am moved to do so, as I am now, as my darling Sir... who pleasured me more, surely, than I was able to pleasure him. I am too greedy. I feel now that I took and you gave, even though I said I was trying to do only what you wanted, even though I was setting out to serve you and please you. I am bad. I am selfish. Please will you come again, if you can find the time, if you can be bothered with this selfish slut, to punish me for getting too much pleasure when I am supposed to be serving you? I will tell you how much pleasure I had just so you know the full extent of my greed and selfishness. My cunt was wet for you all day. Even the anticipation of you was about greed. I was dreaming (in that terrible agonising pose) of being tied up and receiving your penis into my mouth and gagging on your cock (my cunt dripping onto the rug in front of all those elderly male artists), even before it happened. Then it happened and it was better than my fantasy because i could not breathe, and your fingers were in me then more and more of your hand, then your face was in my cunt and I think by then I sounded more like an animal than a woman; I thought I was going to die.

The following morning she had another life class for some students. She wrote of it to me here:

I don't know whether any of the students could see that my cunt was big and tender. My first warm-up pose, I bent over, straight legged, leaning down to touch the floor. Some of those 18 year old boys were behind me. What did they see? I don't know. I don't care. I had had four hours of sleep. I smelled of cunt. I was thinking of my darling Sir.

Thank you Sukina. You are a good girl.

first night

2012-02-06T16:10:00.000Z

You struggled to obey
I struggled to control you

Face slapped
sharply

Full of surprise
and desire

Soon naked
You were so slow

Probed, inspected, felt
then spanked

A bright red hand print
beautiful on your white buttock

Tied wrists to ankles
ankles to wrists

Caressed, poked and
prodded

Vulva caressed
and slapped

Two, three, four fingers
in your cunt

Pushing, twisting
arousing

Mouth on my cock
tongue on your clitoris

Such fun
such delicious fun

You obeyed
I controlled

before

2012-02-04T15:08:00.000Z

No

I look too nice. Too kind and gentle. You need someone cruel who will take you and control you and punish your wickedness.

So I tell you of the kind Dom; of how knowing I am kind brings trust; how trust makes so much more possible; how we can explore the depths of sadism and masochism knowing we are safe.

No

I am too short. You are just taller than me. You need a man to look up to, who can dominate you by their presence.

So I explain that you will usually be kneeling or prone and looking up at me; that power comes from the soul.

Yes

You are my submissive woman, a wanton slut learning to obey, desperate to be controlled, revelling in your salacious submission.

I smile and kiss away your pain, my fingers reaching once more for your wet and eager cunt.

Helena Bonham Carter . . .

2012-01-01T00:54:00.004Z

. . . was given a CBE in the New Year's Honours list.

She is a good actress - and also a very close friend of the Prime Minister, David Cameron. I'm sure though she received it on merit!(?)

What Santa saw . . .

2011-12-28T19:56:00.002Z

Well - I did say that Santa knew where all the bad girls were. Here is the proof!

(With thanks to Kinkerbelle.)

Seasonal Greetings

2011-12-23T11:12:00.001Z

Wishing a fun and happy festive season to all my readers.

a spell

2011-12-15T20:17:00.001Z

I put a spell on you
Because you're mine.
I can't stand the things that you do.
No, no, no, I ain't lyin'. No.
I don't care if you don't want me
'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow.
Yeah, I'm yours, yours, yours.
I love you. I love you.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
I put a spell on you.
Lord! Lord! Lord!
....'Cause you're mine, yeah.
I can't stand the things that you do
When you're foolin' around.
I don't care if you don't want me.
'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow.
Yeah, yours, yours, yours!
I can't stand your foolin' around.
No one will!
I love you, you, you!
I love you. I love you. I love you!
I love you, you, you!
I don't care if you don't want me.
'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow.

I wrote on Pygar here of enchantment. Perhaps this spell by Marilyn Manson will enchant the one you desire if you play it loud enough. Otherwise you could try the Nina Simone version here which may be much more seductive.

The great online cookie exchange extravaganza

2011-12-07T09:22:00.005Z

Jz is hosting this great cookie exchange idea again this year. Full details of all taking part are on her site. Here is my humble offering:

Tiffin

a half pound rich tea biscuits
2 table spoons sugar
6 table spoons margarine
2 table spoons golden syrup
a few raisins or currents
a tea spoon of vanilla essence
5 level desert spoons of drinking chocolate

2 oz cooking chocolate for top

(optional - glacé cherries and walnut pieces)

Roll biscuits into crumbs
Melt margarine, syrup and drinking chocolate in pan
Add biscuits, sugar, vanilla essence and raisins
Spread in tin and leave to set

Melt cooking chocolate, spread over top, cut into squares

Add a half glacé cherry or piece of walnut to the top of each square as decoration.

Even more recipes can be found on the blogs of the rest of the participants:
Aisha
Alice
Ally
Another Suburban Mom
Ashly Star
Beau
Beth
Conina
Elysia
greengirl
Hedone
Jack & Jill
His wyld rose
Infidelity Chronicles
Jz
Kirsti
Krissy
lil
Linda Long
Little Monkey
Lola!
Mijena
mouse
Naughty Kitty
nilla
ponderouspet
ronnie
Rose
Ryan
Sara
selkie (her recipe here, her blog here)
Sephani Page
Serenity
shadesofblue
striving for peace
sin
Tempting Sweets
The Missus
undercovermetamorphosis
Viemoira

How to Dominate a Turkey

2011-11-23T16:00:00.000Z

:)

Happy Thanksgiving.

nude in Egypt

2011-11-20T17:34:00.007Z

Aliaa Magda Elmahdy is an Egyptian blogger. There has been uproar in Egyopt over a nude picture she took of herself and published on Facebook - it was then tweeted on Twitter by her boyfriend.
Despite the uproar she has republished the photograph and other nude Egyptian images on her blog. You can read the post here.

She is a very brave woman and you can read an interview of her with CNN here.

held close

2011-11-09T20:40:00.001Z

Some simple but sensuous bondage ...

The Light in Things

2011-11-04T16:13:00.000Z

A good online friend kirana has started a new blog here. I hope it may shine a ray of light for us.

Do pop in and say hello.

self bondage

2011-10-26T14:53:00.004+01:00

Don't try this at home!

I came across this video when looking for some examples of self bondage for a friend.

I think I recognise the model as Sister Dee. She appears in a number of quite extreme BDSM videos both as sub and Domme. She is clearly bot a sadist and a masochist.

It is interesting (and fun!) seeing her struggling as hard getting into bondage as getting out of it!

thank you blossom

2011-10-22T17:05:00.003+01:00

I found this video slide-show on blossom's blog Beautiful Submission. I liked it so much I've put it up here as well. So thank you blossom and whoever sent you the link.

rope artistry

2011-09-28T23:09:00.003+01:00

I've just come across the work of Hajime Kinoko thanks to an online friend, Hay. You can find out more here.

I like this lovely example from here.

Lillies

2011-09-23T20:37:00.001+01:00

A lovely bunch of lillies I have been enjoying this week.

a challenging blow job

2011-09-22T12:21:00.003+01:00

masochism

2011-09-17T14:20:00.002+01:00

Do watch until the end.

I think she enjoyed it!

a Guardian cartoon

2011-09-15T17:32:00.004+01:00

Readers outside the UK may not understand the reference. The guy in front is David Cameron the UK Prime Minister. The guy in chains is George Osborne, Chancellor of the Exchequer. Osborne has recently been reported in the press as being a friend of a professional dominatrix, escort and Madame and having attended parties with her.

Richard Hamilton

2011-09-13T22:28:00.004+01:00

Richard Hamilton, "the artist credited as the father of Pop Art", died today.

Richard Hamilton at the Venice art biennial 2007.

hope and truth

2011-09-12T15:23:00.000+01:00

"Hope is like dog shite, once you get it on your boot it's hard to get off"

and

"Truth is like the sun. You can shut it out for a time, but it ain't goin' away. - Elvis Presley"

I may be still lost in that space between hope and truth.

Entirely

2011-09-05T17:25:00.001+01:00

If we could get the hang of it entirely
It would take too long;
All we know is the splash of words in passing
And falling twigs of song,
And when we try to eavesdrop on the great
Presences it is rarely
That by a stroke of luck we can appropriate
Even a phrase entirely.

If we could find our happiness entirely
In somebody else’s arms
We should not fear the spears of the spring nor the city’s
Yammering fire alarms
But, as it is, the spears each year go through
Our flesh and almost hourly
Bell or siren banishes the blue
Eyes of Love entirely.

And if the world were black or white entirely
And all the charts were plain
Instead of a mad weir of tigerish waters,
A prism of delight and pain,
We might be surer where we wished to go
Or again we might be merely
Bored but in brute reality there is no
Road that is right entirely.

- Louis MacNeice

best blow job ever?

2011-08-23T14:39:00.005+01:00

It is like playing this game for real!

pandora

2011-08-17T14:32:00.000+01:00

You can read Panrora Blake's take on spanking here and here.

You can see her being spanked here:

for Pandora by WAGEE

She does have a very spankable bottom.

Goodbye Amy

2011-07-26T22:51:00.000+01:00

Miss you.

ANEW

2011-07-05T16:19:00.001+01:00

A N E W _Erotic shortfilm from SBROKKED on Vimeo.

If you're spending your time whispering yourself lies.
If you pretend not needing it, and you're shouting so loud on your mind, your nose is bleeding.
And you know you're wrong.
If your super-used ignorant arrogance, keeps on bringing you the opposite.
And you knou you're wrong.
If you paddle in the strong opposite going flow, but you pretend to wish the opposite again.
And you know you're wrong.
If you're sure to be the same of the other.
And you know you're wrong.
If you 're supposing something particular is not so meanfull for you.
And you know you're wrong.
If every act you're acting is just a line of targeting target, but every molecule, each tension of your body is pointed to something different, hedonist and perfect.
If you stay breathless on thinking it.
If all your life can stay closed in well designed room, or not designed at all.
If your mind is full, is swearing her swear.
Drops pictures of her flesh.
If everything you're watching explodes in something else: her skin.
If every image you're studying is her's lips and hands loop.
Turn around and Love.

words by Alberto "PJ" Montani

Vancouver kiss-couple - 2

2011-06-21T16:55:00.002+01:00

There is a video that shows what had happened to the couple in the previous post here:

Vancouver kiss-couple

2011-06-19T16:33:00.001+01:00

Such a stunning photograph with so many questions:

There is lots more about the photograph here.

marc lagrange

2011-06-08T15:45:00.000+01:00

If you liked the video on the previous post you might like to visit the photographer's website here.

This is another of my favourites.

God Created Women

2011-05-18T20:32:00.001+01:00

A Tear and a Smile

2011-05-05T15:14:00.001+01:00

I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
for the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
to flow from my every part turn into laughter.

I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.

A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
of life's secrets and hidden things.
A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and
To be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.

A tear to unite me with those of broken heart
A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.

I would rather that I die in yearning and longing than that i live weary and despairing.

I want the hunger for love and beauty to be
In the depths of my spirit, for I have seen those who are
Satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and longing, and it is Sweeter than the sweetest melody.

With evening's coming the flower folds her petals
And sleeps, embracing her longing.
At morning's approach she opens her lips to meet
The sun's kiss.

The life of a flower is longing and fullfillment.
A tear and a smile.

The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come
Together an area cloud.

And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
Until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping
To the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to
Return to the sea, its home.

The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile.

And so does the spirit become separated from
The greatest spirit to move in the world of matter
And pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow
And the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death
And return whence it came.

To the ocean of Love and Beauty----to God

A Tear and a Smile, by Khalil Gibran

Easter Bunny Girls

2011-04-24T16:08:00.003+01:00

These Tokyo Bunny Girls are by Yabuta Osami. More of them can be found here.

need a dentist?

2011-04-20T20:36:00.002+01:00

bound face

2011-04-12T18:51:00.000+01:00

More delightful photos of KumiMonster here.

Astarte Syriaca

2011-03-30T15:45:00.005+01:00

Mystery, lo! betwixt the sun and moon
Astarte of the Syrians: Venus Queen
Ere Aphrodite was. In silver sheen
Her twofold girdle clasps the infinite boon
Of bliss whereof the heaven and earth commune:
And from her neck's inclining flower-stem lean
Love-freighted lips and absolute eyes that wean
The pulse of hearts to the sphere's dominant tune.

Torch-bearing, her sweet ministers compel
All thrones of light beyond the sky and sea
The witnesses of Beauty's face to be:
That face, of Love's all-penetrative spell
Amulet, talisman, and oracle,-
Betwixt the sun and moon a mystery.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

A Thousand Kisses Deep

2011-03-28T19:54:00.004+01:00

You came to me this morning
And you handled me like meat
You'd have to be a man to know
How good that feels, how sweet

My mirror twin, my next of kin
I'd know you in my sleep
And who but you would take me in
A thousand kisses deep

I loved you when you opened
Like a lily to the heat
You see I'm just another snowman
Standing in the rain and sleet

Who loved you with his frozen love
His secondhand physique
With all he is and all he was
A thousand kisses deep

I know you had to lie to me
I know you had to cheat
To pose all hot and high
Behind the veils of sheer deceit

Our perfect porn aristocrat
So elegant and cheap
I'm old but I'm still into that
A thousand kisses deep

I'm good at love, I'm good at hate
It's in between I freeze
Been working out but it's too late
(It's been too late for years)

But you look good, you really do
They love you on the street
If you were here I'd kneel for you
A thousand kisses deep

The autumn moved across your skin
Got something in my eye
A light that doesn't need to live
And doesn't need to die

A riddle in the book of love
Obscure and obsolete
'Till witnessed here in time and blood
A thousand kisses deep

But I'm still working with the wine
Still dancing cheek to cheek
The band is playing Auld Lang Syne
But the heart will not retreat

I ran with Diz, I sang with Ray
I never had their sweet
But once or twice they let me play
A thousand kisses deep

I loved you when you opened
Like a lily to the heat
You see I'm just another snowman
Standing in the rain and sleet

Who loved you with his frozen love
His secondhand physique
With all he is and all he was
A thousand kisses deep

But you don't need to hear me now
And every word I speak
It counts against me anyhow
A thousand kisses deep

- Leonard Cohen

Jusat another quiet day at work ...

2011-03-25T14:41:00.000Z

... on a bdsm porn shoot!

Strict Time Lapse from youdiejoe on Vimeo.

badminton

2011-03-21T13:38:00.000Z

I love a game of badminton.

And this game is so graceful!

More by this wonderful photographer here.

Handcuffs

2011-03-16T20:31:00.001Z

If you enjoyed the last film by Erika Lust then you may enjoy this one too.

Handcuffs

Room 33 by Erica Lust

2011-03-14T14:55:00.000Z

I want to stay in this hotel ...

Room 33 Erika Lust from boolab on Vimeo.

deep throat

2011-03-12T14:35:00.000Z

Can you deep throat?

Go here to try. A wonderful game!!!!

Khajuraho Monuments

2011-03-11T17:04:00.000Z

The Khajuraho monuments in India have some amazing erotic sculptures dating from perhaps 500BC.

You can see some more here and here and here.

I can write the saddest verses tonight.

2011-03-10T00:36:00.000Z

I can write the saddest verses tonight.

Write, for example, "The night is filled with stars,
twinkling blue, in the distance."

The night wind spins in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest verses tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times beneath the infinite sky.

She loved me, at times I loved her too.
How not to have loved her great still eyes.

I can write the saddest verses tonight.
To think that I don't have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the verse falls onto my soul like dew onto grass.

What difference does it make if my love could not keep her.
The night is full of stars, and she is not with me.

That's all. In the distance, someone sings. In the distance.
My soul is not at peace with having lost her.

As if to bring her closer, my gaze searches for her.
My heart searches for her, and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, of then, now are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, it's true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched for the wind which would touch her ear.

Another's. She will be another's. As before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, it's true, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, and forgetting is so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is not at peace with having lost her.

Though this may be the final sorrow she causes me,
and these the last verses I write for her.

Poema 20, "Puedo escribir los versos más tristes..." - Pablo Neruda

—Translated and © Mark Eisner 2004, from City Lights' The Essential Neruda

dark love

2011-03-09T00:32:00.004Z

"I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul."

From Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

let go - 5

2011-03-07T17:51:00.000Z

let go - 4

2011-03-06T17:05:00.000Z

Excerpt from: The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying.

Take a coin, put it in your hand, close it tight, palm toward the ground. Extend your arm.. Now if you release the tension and open your fist, you lose what you were holding onto. This is the reason why you hold onto. The fear of losing it.

But here is the other possibility. You can let go without losing it: Your arm extend, your hand toward the sky, open your fist: You let go. But the coin is still yours. Even if a big space surround it.

Let us take a look at relationship. Often we perceive our true love for someone (thinking about lover) the day we realized that we are losing that special someone. Then we start holding onto that person more and stronger. But the more we are doing that, the more that person is escaping us. And the relationship get more fragile.

We all desire the true happiness. But often, the way we try to reach it is so clumsy and unskilled that it cause us more torment. We suppose generally that to have something we have to own that object, hold onto it strongly, so we will be happy. We ask ourselves how it is possible to appreciate something if we don't possess it. We mixed up attachment and love. Even in a happy relationship, the love is denatured by the attachment, with his load of insecurity, possessiveness and vainness. And then when the love is gone, we only stay with the memories of the love and the wounds of attachment.

How can we triumph of attachment? Simply by realizing that nothing is permanent. This realization will release us of the power of attachment. Like the sky who looks at the cloud passing by.

let go - 3

2011-03-05T16:50:00.000Z

let go - 2

2011-03-04T17:04:00.002Z

To "let go" does not mean to stop caring,
it means I can't do it for someone else.

To "let go" is not to cut myself off,
it's the realization I can't control another.

To "let go" is not to enable,
but to allow learning from natural consequences.

To "let go" is to admit powerlessness,
which means the outcome is not in my hands.

To "let go" is not to try to change or blame another,
it's to make the most of myself.

To "let go" is not to care for,
but to care about.

To "let go" is not to fix,
but to be supportive.

To "let go" is not to judge,
but to allow another to be a human being.

To "let go" is not to be in the middle arranging the outcomes,
but to allow others to affect their own destinies.

To "let go" is not to be protective,
it's to permit another to face reality.

To "let go" is not to deny,
but to accept.

To "let go" it not to nag, scold or argue,
but instead to search out my own shortcomings, and correct them.

To "let go" is not to adjust everything to my desires
but to take each day as it comes,
and cherish myself in it.

To "let go" is not to criticize and regulate anybody
but to try to become what I dream I can be.

To "let go" is not to regret the past,
but to grow and live for the future.

To "let go" is to fear less,
and love more.

... source unknown.

let go - 1

2011-03-03T20:47:00.003Z

discarded

2011-02-23T15:38:00.000Z

A friend recently quoted Mae West with approval:

"All discarded lovers should be given a second chance, but with somebody else." - Mae West

She laughed, saying she was a lady after her own heart.

Yes - it is an amusing and clever quote. And it is nice to get a second chance even if with someone else! However if a lover is so easy to "discard" I do wonder whether it was ever true love.

... the lover is mad ...

2011-02-18T22:57:00.000Z

All year round the lover is mad,
Unkempt, lovesick and in disgrace.
Without love there is nothing but grief.
In love… what else matters?
Rumi

Valentine

2011-02-14T08:41:00.000Z

Be my Valentine ...

tied

2011-02-10T17:10:00.002Z

I was discussing different ties with an online sub friend recently. Then I came across this rather beautiful one. Her bush of pubic hair is unusual nowadays in nude models and looks very attractive.

Hengre-art.com

"make not a bond of love"

2011-02-09T19:43:00.001Z

"But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls."

- Kahlil Gibran

Speak to us of Love

2011-02-07T17:50:00.002Z

Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."

And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:

When love beckons to you follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,

Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him,

Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,

So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.

He threshes you to make you naked.

He sifts you to free you from your husks.

He grinds you to whiteness.

He kneads you until you are pliant;

And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,

Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;

For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."

And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

Kahil Gibran - The Prophet

go

2011-02-05T19:08:00.003Z

ready ... steady ... go ...

was found here.

steady

2011-02-04T19:07:00.000Z

ready

2011-02-03T19:05:00.003Z

compassion

2011-02-02T09:14:00.000Z

"If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion."

by The Dalai Lama

love and hate - 2

2011-01-26T17:35:00.002Z

Love dying makes me sad ...

... hate growing baffles me.

love and hate

2011-01-24T18:34:00.001Z

I understand how love dies ...

... but how does hate grow?

anger and forgiveness

2011-01-12T21:13:00.000Z

To be angry is to let others' mistakes punish yourself.
To forgive others is to be good to yourself.

Master ChengYen

rubber doll

2011-01-03T13:21:00.001Z

I think Kumi got herself a rubber doll as a Christmas present.

it'll be allright from kumimonster on Vimeo.

Happy New Year

2011-01-02T00:19:00.001Z

I thought this picture had a delightfully festive feel.

Happy New Year everyone. Have fun in 2011.

Auld Lang Syne

2011-01-01T00:15:00.000Z

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o’ lang syne!

Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne!

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu’d the gowans fine,
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot
Sin’ auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl’t in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin’ auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie’s a hand o’ thine,
And we’ll tak a right guid willie-waught
For auld lang syne!

And surely ye’ll be your pint’ stoup,
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne!

Merry Christmas

2010-12-22T14:36:00.000Z

Wishing a very fun filled Christmas to all readers.

angels

2010-12-21T14:35:00.000Z

I thought a photograph of some angels would fit in well with the festive season ...

snow angel

2010-12-20T10:15:00.001Z

It's been very sowy here recently - though there are compensations ...

secret valleys ...

2010-12-19T23:05:00.003Z

... where one may weep undetected.

Perhaps my fault was searching her out there. To help and support.

But she needed to be alone. We all need to be alone at times.

It is hard though to stand back, idle, unhelpful and watch a beloved weeping.

lightening the darkness ...

2010-12-18T14:28:00.002Z

... for any who may need it.

The Awakening

2010-12-06T18:46:00.001Z

THE AWAKENING

In the early dawn of happiness
you gave me three kisses
so that I would wake up
to this moment of love

I tried to remember in my heart
what I’d dreamt about
during the night
before I became aware
of this moving
of life

I found my dreams
but the moon took me away
It lifted me up to the firmament
and suspended me there
I saw how my heart had fallen
on your path
singing a song

Between my love and my heart
things were happening which
slowly slowly
made me recall everything

You amuse me with your touch
although I can’t see your hands.
You have kissed me with tenderness
although I haven’t seen your lips
You are hidden from me.

But it is you who keeps me alive

Perhaps the time will come
when you will tire of kisses
I shall be happy
even for insults from you
I only ask that you
keep some attention on me.

The Love Poems of Rumi by
Deepak Chopra (Editor)

evil cakes

2010-11-29T11:05:00.000Z

Do you have a sweet tooth?

You can find more cakes here:
Eat Your Heart Out

Mannequin

2010-11-16T13:53:00.002Z

Mannequin by Alidia

Blackened eyes and darkened lips,
Bloody nails with midnight tips.
Sharpened fangs and snowy skin.
Little gothic mannequin.

Hanging from your strings so tight.
Sleep all day, brought out at night.
Broken from your Master's Play.
Bleeding wounds are on display.

In a cage of his design:
Crystal glass and velvet lined.
No emotion in his eyes.
Little care for silent cries.

This delightful poem is published with the consent of Alidia and her owner. If you are a fetlife member you can find more about her here.

face

2010-11-11T09:21:00.001Z

What a beautiful, brave face ...

breakfast

2010-11-09T09:02:00.001Z

At my breakfast table this morning ...

buttocks

2010-11-07T13:42:00.000Z

I'm not usually one for slow motion but this is absolutely stunning ...

SHOWstudio: The Fashion Body - Buttocks from SHOWstudio on Vimeo.

Halloween

2010-11-05T13:23:00.000Z

Did you have a good Halloween?

Perhaps you did this or this ...

... or even this!

from a Sensei ...

2010-11-03T20:17:00.004Z

"A teacher can open the door but you have to walk through the door by yourself."
Be brave.

bird

2010-11-01T10:01:00.001Z

I held her closely in my hands
her heart beating nervously against my fingers
her wings straining strongly against my palms

I taught her to fly
she learned so well
beautifully
submissively
the effort made us both happy

then
I opened my hands
and set her free
she flew
oh how she flew
soaring high into the evening sky

she circled three times
gaining confidence
gaining independence
then she flew away
swooping gliding
into a new world

I watched her become a speck
in the distance
against the red sunset she loved
until she was gone

I wonder
shall I ever
see her again?

bound heart

2010-10-28T14:49:00.000+01:00

unlock my heart

2010-10-26T14:46:00.000+01:00

okay

2010-10-24T14:46:00.000+01:00

bleeding rose

2010-10-22T14:47:00.000+01:00

luggage

2010-10-20T14:44:00.000+01:00

I packed carefully before going away for the weekend.

a look

2010-10-18T18:43:00.001+01:00

I wonder what that look says.

From a photo-shoot of mine some time ago.

used rope

2010-10-17T14:42:00.000+01:00

Because - following from the last post - we could make something beautiful!

rope

2010-10-15T14:40:00.000+01:00

Now I just need someone to use it on.

Any volunteers?

Good Luck

2010-10-06T20:32:00.002+01:00

I think she may have found someone. I am so pleased for her. I want her to be happy.

But it is bitter sweet.

I want to write to her and wish her luck but know my contact would be unwanted and might even cause upset.

She no longer visits here so perhaps I can use this space instead to say I do hope things work out and she finds happiness and fulfilment. It helps me to say it even if she will not hear it.

just so hard ...

2010-09-23T10:22:00.001+01:00

(With thanks to J)

soon ...

2010-08-29T10:05:00.000+01:00

I have many wishes for soon ... or even for "ever"!

But I am going away for a few weeks ... not to hide but to rest and recuperate and will be back here soon.

Soon ...

In the meantime if any of you have salacious ideas for soon ... then do leave them here!

in church again

2010-08-24T10:02:00.001+01:00

I posted here about some erotic pictures taken in church.

I've just found another delightful one on this blog.

spanking blackjack

2010-08-16T11:49:00.000+01:00

If you want to spice up a game of cards how about blackjack with spanking as a forfeit?

hurt

2010-08-09T13:28:00.002+01:00

Yes there are big hurts. A major row and break up, perhaps.

But the little hurts can be destructive too.

A thousand tiny hurts ... avoiding the big row ... just trying to find a way of keeping contact ... then another little hurt.

Tiny things.

A thousand tiny little hurts.

But remember ...

always

"love like you've never been hurt."

love

2010-08-06T11:43:00.003+01:00

"Dance like nobody's watching;
sing like nobody's listening;
love like you've never been hurt."

Based, I think, on a quote from Mark Twain.

punk geisha

2010-07-23T14:45:00.002+01:00

From the same photoshoot as "face" down below.

in church

2010-07-20T12:51:00.001+01:00

A little while ago I came across some art-nude photograps taken in a church. I kind of assumed it was possibly a disused church and thought little of it but enjoyed the contrast of eroticism with the sanctity of the place. Later it seems there was some uproar in the press about it and the photographer was threatened with prosecution. You can read the article in the Sun newspaper here and in the Telegraph here.

The photographer is Andy Craddock and his website is here. You can see some of the offending photographs on this page. Though my recollection is that there were originally some more interesting full nude ones. Perhaps he decided to remove them - or perhaps my memory is not as good as it once was!