Her sweet perfume exploded in my nostrils; rose, vanilla… ginger perhaps, and I awoke to find my face buried in a mass of damp, golden curls. My breasts were pressed against her warm back and I could feel my nipples stiffening under my shirt. In her stiletto heels her back was arched and her protruding bottom nestled against my hips as we swayed. She sensed me stretch and turned her head, glancing at me sideways. Our rhythmic rocking slowed. Our fingers met around the leather strap as our balance shifted. Our bodies collided intimately one last time, then the tube train doors slid open at Kings Cross Station and she was gone.
LORD OF MY RING
June 4th, 2007
Flesh is highly overrated in our culture. You don’t agree? Which is more interesting? Aragorn dressed in the battle robes of Gondor, wielding Anduril, the sword that will persuade the legions of the dead to fight for him, or hubby butt naked? I thought as much. This debate was one of many in our house during the recent wet bank holiday weekend when I filled the fridge with wonderful offerings and got the gang round to watch The Lord of the Rings.
MALE PATTERN BOLDNESS
May 29th, 2007
It is a curious thing, the differing maturation of the male and female of our species. Why is it that only as his hairline recedes does the average male find the confidence to seduce women properly? For many men it is only once they have proved themselves in the work place, married and had a family, that they find their inner slut. Damn, but it’s too late to fanny around town picking up chicks now!
LILAC HAZE
May 20th, 2007
Swapped houses with a friend of mine this weekend. We are all broke, and occasionally a house swap provides a stimulating change of air and scenery. Paula and her fella stayed at our place, my sister took our kids for a couple of nights and Beloved and I spent two nights at Paula’s in the country. We had the place to ourselves, except for Rocky, Paula’s Yorkshire Terrier.
VAINGLORY
May 14th, 2007
There comes a time in every woman’s life when she must decide whether to go grey or dye. My natural temperament is upbeat but still I opted to dye. I have spent a decade doing raven black – dress it up or go goth as the mood takes you. The kids on our street call us The Addams Family. I don’t mind one jot being compared to Morticia. My Darling Gomez is moustached, we have one plump and one skinny kid and our friends are a weird and wonderful bunch. In fact I take the reference as a compliment – The Addams Family is the least dysfunctional family on TV. But I digress.
