Wit & Nipples 🍒

[SpicyBean99]

I’m back.

Life happened. The kind of life that doesn’t look impressive in a bullet pointed list or a well thought out paragraph. It’s been the usual mess of responsibilities, summer fetes I’ve helped set up, late nights, sunburn, far too much over-thinking, Facebook arguments with racist Karen’s, and not enough writing. But I’ve missed this place. Missed the filth. Missed the fun. Missed YOU guys.

A Karen decided to show her whole ass in a post about immigration, well it wasn’t about immigration it was about her 2 year old daughters (don’t get me started on two year olds having iPads), missing iPad, and she referenced a hotel housing “illegals.” I don’t usually bite, but the way she lumped human beings into a single, dehumanising label, really freaking hit a nerve. People are not punchlines or problems to be filed away under one-word slurs. Immigration is complex and for one she kept referencing rapists and drugs. Both white British men and other races all over the freaking continent are capable of those awful crimes! You realise that when you’re capable of looking outside your own overly polished life. Ugh. You get it. Rant over. (For now.)

Then, kayaking: 13 miles last weekend in 30-degree heat. But surprisingly on the water and in the semi shade the heat doesn’t feel like it’s too much? Especially when you’re in a little top and no bra, sunglasses on, purposefully going past groups of people slowly so they can take in the site on the boat. Me, joint in hand, dire straights playing from my speaker and my nipple piercings out on full display as I slowly glide down the canal ahhh I love being a woman. I’m already looking at upgrading to something sturdier, something that can handle rapids and rougher conditions. I’m craving an adrenaline rush… I might book a white water rafting experience and see how I fare….

Last weekends kayak trip (not including nipples, sorry)

I’ve also been working on some writing… well I’m always writing, constantly jotting ideas down and never settling on one piece at a time. But, I wanted to challenge myself and see if I could write something erotic but set in the Victorian era…, I know how it sounds, probably boring, but let me set the scene… One of the scenes takes place in a greenhouse behind the Blackwood manor house: a woman (a lady) is bound to the gardener’s workbench, wrists raw from rope, thighs welting under a riding crop, and a garden rake being used as a…..she’s only wearing a corset and the workbench under her is SOAKED. I’ll leave that there.

Off the page and out of my laptop screen, I’ve been cooking like someone’s attempting to try to wife me. Which they’re not because quite frankly I wouldn’t let them. I made the perfect sides for a bbq, Garlic and herb baby potatoes with lemon and parmesan. Pesto pasta salad with rocket, feta, and cherry tomatoes. Caesar salad with homemade dressing and proper croutons. Domesticity doesn’t bore me, not in the slightest, not when it’s paired with freedom. Just build me a writing shed full of light and stained glass, you know the kind that lets in that beautiful, glittering almost irridedcent light?, and give me space to create…. I’ll feed you like a saint and fuck you like a whore as and when you please.



Mmm, now to masturbate I think, and if you’re planning on doing the same it might add to your fun if you click me below.

me

 

[Cybmorg]

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I’m back.

Life happened. The kind of life that doesn’t look impressive in bullet points or a well thought out paragraph. It’s been the usual mess of responsibilities, summer fetes I’ve helped set up, late nights, sunburn, far too much over thinking, Facebook arguments with racist Karen’s, and not enough writing. But I’ve missed this place. Missed the filth. Missed the fun. Missed YOU guys.

A Karen decided to show her whole ass in a post about immigration, well it wasn’t about immigration it was about her 2 year old daughters (don’t get me started on two year olds having iPads), missing iPad, and she referenced a hotel housing “illegals.” I don’t usually bite, but the way she lumped human beings into a single, dehumanising label, really freaking hit a nerve. People are not punchlines or problems to be filed away under one-word slurs. Immigration is complex and for one she kept referencing rapists and drugs. Both white British men and other races all over the freaking continent are capable of those awful crimes! You realise that when you’re capable of looking outside your own overly polished life. Ugh. You get it. Rant over. (For now.)

Then, kayaking: 13 miles last weekend in 30-degree heat. But surprisingly on the water and in the semi shade the heat doesn’t feel like it’s too much? Especially when you’re in a little top and no bra, sunglasses on, purposefully going past groups of people slowly so they can take in the site on the boat. Me, joint in hand, dire straights playing from my speaker and my nipple piercings out on full display as I slowly glide down the canal ahhh I love being a woman. I’m already looking at upgrading to something sturdier, something that can handle rapids and rougher conditions. I’m craving an adrenaline rush… I might book a white water rafting experience and see how I fare….

Last weekends kayak trip (not including nipples, sorry)

I’ve also been working on some writing… well I’m always writing, constantly jotting ideas down and never settling on one piece at a time. But, I wanted to challenge myself and see if I could write something erotic but set in the Victorian era…, I know how it sounds, probably boring, but let me set the scene… One of the scenes takes place in a greenhouse behind the Blackwood manor house: a woman (a lady) is bound to the gardener’s workbench, wrists raw from rope, thighs welting under a riding crop, and a garden rake being used as a…..she’s only wearing a corset and the workbench under her is SOAKED. I’ll leave that there.

Off the page and out of my laptop screen, I’ve been cooking like someone’s trying to wife me. Which they’re not. I made the perfect sides for a bbq, Garlic and herb baby potatoes with lemon and parmesan. Pesto pasta salad with rocket, feta, and cherry tomatoes. Caesar salad with homemade dressing and proper croutons. Domesticity doesn’t bore me, not in the slightest, not when it’s paired with freedom. Just build me a writing shed full of light and stained glass, you know the kind that lets in that beautiful, glittering almost irridedcent light?, and give me space to create…. I’ll feed you like a saint and fuck you like a whore as and when you please.

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Mmm, now to masturbate I think, and if you’re planning on doing the same it might add to your fun if you click me below.

me

Back with a bang

 

[munch2much]

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I’m back.

Life happened. The kind of life that doesn’t look impressive in bullet points or a well thought out paragraph. It’s been the usual mess of responsibilities, summer fetes I’ve helped set up, late nights, sunburn, far too much over thinking, Facebook arguments with racist Karen’s, and not enough writing. But I’ve missed this place. Missed the filth. Missed the fun. Missed YOU guys.

A Karen decided to show her whole ass in a post about immigration, well it wasn’t about immigration it was about her 2 year old daughters (don’t get me started on two year olds having iPads), missing iPad, and she referenced a hotel housing “illegals.” I don’t usually bite, but the way she lumped human beings into a single, dehumanising label, really freaking hit a nerve. People are not punchlines or problems to be filed away under one-word slurs. Immigration is complex and for one she kept referencing rapists and drugs. Both white British men and other races all over the freaking continent are capable of those awful crimes! You realise that when you’re capable of looking outside your own overly polished life. Ugh. You get it. Rant over. (For now.)

Then, kayaking: 13 miles last weekend in 30-degree heat. But surprisingly on the water and in the semi shade the heat doesn’t feel like it’s too much? Especially when you’re in a little top and no bra, sunglasses on, purposefully going past groups of people slowly so they can take in the site on the boat. Me, joint in hand, dire straights playing from my speaker and my nipple piercings out on full display as I slowly glide down the canal ahhh I love being a woman. I’m already looking at upgrading to something sturdier, something that can handle rapids and rougher conditions. I’m craving an adrenaline rush… I might book a white water rafting experience and see how I fare….

Last weekends kayak trip (not including nipples, sorry)

I’ve also been working on some writing… well I’m always writing, constantly jotting ideas down and never settling on one piece at a time. But, I wanted to challenge myself and see if I could write something erotic but set in the Victorian era…, I know how it sounds, probably boring, but let me set the scene… One of the scenes takes place in a greenhouse behind the Blackwood manor house: a woman (a lady) is bound to the gardener’s workbench, wrists raw from rope, thighs welting under a riding crop, and a garden rake being used as a…..she’s only wearing a corset and the workbench under her is SOAKED. I’ll leave that there.

Off the page and out of my laptop screen, I’ve been cooking like someone’s attempting to try to wife me. Which they’re not because quite frankly I wouldn’t let them. I made the perfect sides for a bbq, Garlic and herb baby potatoes with lemon and parmesan. Pesto pasta salad with rocket, feta, and cherry tomatoes. Caesar salad with homemade dressing and proper croutons. Domesticity doesn’t bore me, not in the slightest, not when it’s paired with freedom. Just build me a writing shed full of light and stained glass, you know the kind that lets in that beautiful, glittering almost irridedcent light?, and give me space to create…. I’ll feed you like a saint and fuck you like a whore as and when you please.

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Mmm, now to masturbate I think, and if you’re planning on doing the same it might add to your fun if you click me below.

me

Welcome back

Hard to disagree with anything you said.
Everything in life is nuanced.
If anyone says it’s black and white, they are at best fools.

Nice vids!

 

[SpicyBean99]

Back with a bang

Couldn’t be back with anything less than a bang

Oooh actually on second thoughts, scratch that, I’m back with a need to be even dirtier and more deliciously debaucherous than ever before. Can you imagine that? Probably not, but I aim to be your dirty little online word (and occasionally picture/video) slut as long as I’m back here

 

[Paul1995]

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I’m back.

Life happened. The kind of life that doesn’t look impressive in bullet points or a well thought out paragraph. It’s been the usual mess of responsibilities, summer fetes I’ve helped set up, late nights, sunburn, far too much over thinking, Facebook arguments with racist Karen’s, and not enough writing. But I’ve missed this place. Missed the filth. Missed the fun. Missed YOU guys.

A Karen decided to show her whole ass in a post about immigration, well it wasn’t about immigration it was about her 2 year old daughters (don’t get me started on two year olds having iPads), missing iPad, and she referenced a hotel housing “illegals.” I don’t usually bite, but the way she lumped human beings into a single, dehumanising label, really freaking hit a nerve. People are not punchlines or problems to be filed away under one-word slurs. Immigration is complex and for one she kept referencing rapists and drugs. Both white British men and other races all over the freaking continent are capable of those awful crimes! You realise that when you’re capable of looking outside your own overly polished life. Ugh. You get it. Rant over. (For now.)

Then, kayaking: 13 miles last weekend in 30-degree heat. But surprisingly on the water and in the semi shade the heat doesn’t feel like it’s too much? Especially when you’re in a little top and no bra, sunglasses on, purposefully going past groups of people slowly so they can take in the site on the boat. Me, joint in hand, dire straights playing from my speaker and my nipple piercings out on full display as I slowly glide down the canal ahhh I love being a woman. I’m already looking at upgrading to something sturdier, something that can handle rapids and rougher conditions. I’m craving an adrenaline rush… I might book a white water rafting experience and see how I fare….

Last weekends kayak trip (not including nipples, sorry)

I’ve also been working on some writing… well I’m always writing, constantly jotting ideas down and never settling on one piece at a time. But, I wanted to challenge myself and see if I could write something erotic but set in the Victorian era…, I know how it sounds, probably boring, but let me set the scene… One of the scenes takes place in a greenhouse behind the Blackwood manor house: a woman (a lady) is bound to the gardener’s workbench, wrists raw from rope, thighs welting under a riding crop, and a garden rake being used as a…..she’s only wearing a corset and the workbench under her is SOAKED. I’ll leave that there.

Off the page and out of my laptop screen, I’ve been cooking like someone’s attempting to try to wife me. Which they’re not because quite frankly I wouldn’t let them. I made the perfect sides for a bbq, Garlic and herb baby potatoes with lemon and parmesan. Pesto pasta salad with rocket, feta, and cherry tomatoes. Caesar salad with homemade dressing and proper croutons. Domesticity doesn’t bore me, not in the slightest, not when it’s paired with freedom. Just build me a writing shed full of light and stained glass, you know the kind that lets in that beautiful, glittering almost irridedcent light?, and give me space to create…. I’ll feed you like a saint and fuck you like a whore as and when you please.

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Mmm, now to masturbate I think, and if you’re planning on doing the same it might add to your fun if you click me below.

me

What a beautiful kayak trip! The animals and landscape looked amazing!! And also the food. So yummy!

Another mention is needed for uour pussy. Omg!! So wet and delicious! I bet those juices taste amazing!!

 

[deft]

I love you.

 

[RDJ28]

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I’m back.

Life happened. The kind of life that doesn’t look impressive in bullet points or a well thought out paragraph. It’s been the usual mess of responsibilities, summer fetes I’ve helped set up, late nights, sunburn, far too much over thinking, Facebook arguments with racist Karen’s, and not enough writing. But I’ve missed this place. Missed the filth. Missed the fun. Missed YOU guys.

A Karen decided to show her whole ass in a post about immigration, well it wasn’t about immigration it was about her 2 year old daughters (don’t get me started on two year olds having iPads), missing iPad, and she referenced a hotel housing “illegals.” I don’t usually bite, but the way she lumped human beings into a single, dehumanising label, really freaking hit a nerve. People are not punchlines or problems to be filed away under one-word slurs. Immigration is complex and for one she kept referencing rapists and drugs. Both white British men and other races all over the freaking continent are capable of those awful crimes! You realise that when you’re capable of looking outside your own overly polished life. Ugh. You get it. Rant over. (For now.)

Then, kayaking: 13 miles last weekend in 30-degree heat. But surprisingly on the water and in the semi shade the heat doesn’t feel like it’s too much? Especially when you’re in a little top and no bra, sunglasses on, purposefully going past groups of people slowly so they can take in the site on the boat. Me, joint in hand, dire straights playing from my speaker and my nipple piercings out on full display as I slowly glide down the canal ahhh I love being a woman. I’m already looking at upgrading to something sturdier, something that can handle rapids and rougher conditions. I’m craving an adrenaline rush… I might book a white water rafting experience and see how I fare….

Last weekends kayak trip (not including nipples, sorry)

I’ve also been working on some writing… well I’m always writing, constantly jotting ideas down and never settling on one piece at a time. But, I wanted to challenge myself and see if I could write something erotic but set in the Victorian era…, I know how it sounds, probably boring, but let me set the scene… One of the scenes takes place in a greenhouse behind the Blackwood manor house: a woman (a lady) is bound to the gardener’s workbench, wrists raw from rope, thighs welting under a riding crop, and a garden rake being used as a…..she’s only wearing a corset and the workbench under her is SOAKED. I’ll leave that there.

Off the page and out of my laptop screen, I’ve been cooking like someone’s attempting to try to wife me. Which they’re not because quite frankly I wouldn’t let them. I made the perfect sides for a bbq, Garlic and herb baby potatoes with lemon and parmesan. Pesto pasta salad with rocket, feta, and cherry tomatoes. Caesar salad with homemade dressing and proper croutons. Domesticity doesn’t bore me, not in the slightest, not when it’s paired with freedom. Just build me a writing shed full of light and stained glass, you know the kind that lets in that beautiful, glittering almost irridedcent light?, and give me space to create…. I’ll feed you like a saint and fuck you like a whore as and when you please.

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Mmm, now to masturbate I think, and if you’re planning on doing the same it might add to your fun if you click me below.

me

Def been missed

 

[Mikel2410]

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I’m back.

Life happened. The kind of life that doesn’t look impressive in bullet points or a well thought out paragraph. It’s been the usual mess of responsibilities, summer fetes I’ve helped set up, late nights, sunburn, far too much over thinking, Facebook arguments with racist Karen’s, and not enough writing. But I’ve missed this place. Missed the filth. Missed the fun. Missed YOU guys.

A Karen decided to show her whole ass in a post about immigration, well it wasn’t about immigration it was about her 2 year old daughters (don’t get me started on two year olds having iPads), missing iPad, and she referenced a hotel housing “illegals.” I don’t usually bite, but the way she lumped human beings into a single, dehumanising label, really freaking hit a nerve. People are not punchlines or problems to be filed away under one-word slurs. Immigration is complex and for one she kept referencing rapists and drugs. Both white British men and other races all over the freaking continent are capable of those awful crimes! You realise that when you’re capable of looking outside your own overly polished life. Ugh. You get it. Rant over. (For now.)

Then, kayaking: 13 miles last weekend in 30-degree heat. But surprisingly on the water and in the semi shade the heat doesn’t feel like it’s too much? Especially when you’re in a little top and no bra, sunglasses on, purposefully going past groups of people slowly so they can take in the site on the boat. Me, joint in hand, dire straights playing from my speaker and my nipple piercings out on full display as I slowly glide down the canal ahhh I love being a woman. I’m already looking at upgrading to something sturdier, something that can handle rapids and rougher conditions. I’m craving an adrenaline rush… I might book a white water rafting experience and see how I fare….

Last weekends kayak trip (not including nipples, sorry)

I’ve also been working on some writing… well I’m always writing, constantly jotting ideas down and never settling on one piece at a time. But, I wanted to challenge myself and see if I could write something erotic but set in the Victorian era…, I know how it sounds, probably boring, but let me set the scene… One of the scenes takes place in a greenhouse behind the Blackwood manor house: a woman (a lady) is bound to the gardener’s workbench, wrists raw from rope, thighs welting under a riding crop, and a garden rake being used as a…..she’s only wearing a corset and the workbench under her is SOAKED. I’ll leave that there.

Off the page and out of my laptop screen, I’ve been cooking like someone’s attempting to try to wife me. Which they’re not because quite frankly I wouldn’t let them. I made the perfect sides for a bbq, Garlic and herb baby potatoes with lemon and parmesan. Pesto pasta salad with rocket, feta, and cherry tomatoes. Caesar salad with homemade dressing and proper croutons. Domesticity doesn’t bore me, not in the slightest, not when it’s paired with freedom. Just build me a writing shed full of light and stained glass, you know the kind that lets in that beautiful, glittering almost irridedcent light?, and give me space to create…. I’ll feed you like a saint and fuck you like a whore as and when you please.

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Mmm, now to masturbate I think, and if you’re planning on doing the same it might add to your fun if you click me below.

me

Absolutely gorgeous and dang what a a way to end a post! Glad I found it!!

 

[Mikel2410]

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Happy Hump Day Boys (And Girls)

Stunning

 

[SpicyBean99]

Welcome back

Hard to disagree with anything you said.
Everything in life is nuanced.
If anyone says it’s black and white, they are at best fools.

Nice vids!

Thankyou kind sir, I’m glad you enjoyed the vids and for the welcome!

Nail on the head entirely. Life is incredibly nuanced. In simple terms, ‘shit happens’. To everyone, whether we like it or not! Those fools who walk through life thinking in black and white aren’t happy to sit with contradictions, to admit they don’t always know, and aren’t happy with complexity. Black and white thinking is quicker dumb asses.

 

[SpicyBean99]

I love you.

I’m gonna take that as a subliminal message meaning you really missed me around here….right?

 

[Japansurfer]

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I’m back.

Life happened. The kind of life that doesn’t look impressive in bullet points or a well thought out paragraph. It’s been the usual mess of responsibilities, summer fetes I’ve helped set up, late nights, sunburn, far too much over thinking, Facebook arguments with racist Karen’s, and not enough writing. But I’ve missed this place. Missed the filth. Missed the fun. Missed YOU guys.

A Karen decided to show her whole ass in a post about immigration, well it wasn’t about immigration it was about her 2 year old daughters (don’t get me started on two year olds having iPads), missing iPad, and she referenced a hotel housing “illegals.” I don’t usually bite, but the way she lumped human beings into a single, dehumanising label, really freaking hit a nerve. People are not punchlines or problems to be filed away under one-word slurs. Immigration is complex and for one she kept referencing rapists and drugs. Both white British men and other races all over the freaking continent are capable of those awful crimes! You realise that when you’re capable of looking outside your own overly polished life. Ugh. You get it. Rant over. (For now.)

Then, kayaking: 13 miles last weekend in 30-degree heat. But surprisingly on the water and in the semi shade the heat doesn’t feel like it’s too much? Especially when you’re in a little top and no bra, sunglasses on, purposefully going past groups of people slowly so they can take in the site on the boat. Me, joint in hand, dire straights playing from my speaker and my nipple piercings out on full display as I slowly glide down the canal ahhh I love being a woman. I’m already looking at upgrading to something sturdier, something that can handle rapids and rougher conditions. I’m craving an adrenaline rush… I might book a white water rafting experience and see how I fare….

Last weekends kayak trip (not including nipples, sorry)

I’ve also been working on some writing… well I’m always writing, constantly jotting ideas down and never settling on one piece at a time. But, I wanted to challenge myself and see if I could write something erotic but set in the Victorian era…, I know how it sounds, probably boring, but let me set the scene… One of the scenes takes place in a greenhouse behind the Blackwood manor house: a woman (a lady) is bound to the gardener’s workbench, wrists raw from rope, thighs welting under a riding crop, and a garden rake being used as a…..she’s only wearing a corset and the workbench under her is SOAKED. I’ll leave that there.

Off the page and out of my laptop screen, I’ve been cooking like someone’s attempting to try to wife me. Which they’re not because quite frankly I wouldn’t let them. I made the perfect sides for a bbq, Garlic and herb baby potatoes with lemon and parmesan. Pesto pasta salad with rocket, feta, and cherry tomatoes. Caesar salad with homemade dressing and proper croutons. Domesticity doesn’t bore me, not in the slightest, not when it’s paired with freedom. Just build me a writing shed full of light and stained glass, you know the kind that lets in that beautiful, glittering almost irridedcent light?, and give me space to create…. I’ll feed you like a saint and fuck you like a whore as and when you please.

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Mmm, now to masturbate I think, and if you’re planning on doing the same it might add to your fun if you click me below.

me

Looks like a beautiful canoe ride. Not been white water rafting in a long time must go again!

Looks like beautiful country side - very similar to here in Farnham area so lucky to have had a little summer lately

 

[firefox27eros]

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I’m back.

Life happened. The kind of life that doesn’t look impressive in bullet points or a well thought out paragraph. It’s been the usual mess of responsibilities, summer fetes I’ve helped set up, late nights, sunburn, far too much over thinking, Facebook arguments with racist Karen’s, and not enough writing. But I’ve missed this place. Missed the filth. Missed the fun. Missed YOU guys.

A Karen decided to show her whole ass in a post about immigration, well it wasn’t about immigration it was about her 2 year old daughters (don’t get me started on two year olds having iPads), missing iPad, and she referenced a hotel housing “illegals.” I don’t usually bite, but the way she lumped human beings into a single, dehumanising label, really freaking hit a nerve. People are not punchlines or problems to be filed away under one-word slurs. Immigration is complex and for one she kept referencing rapists and drugs. Both white British men and other races all over the freaking continent are capable of those awful crimes! You realise that when you’re capable of looking outside your own overly polished life. Ugh. You get it. Rant over. (For now.)

Then, kayaking: 13 miles last weekend in 30-degree heat. But surprisingly on the water and in the semi shade the heat doesn’t feel like it’s too much? Especially when you’re in a little top and no bra, sunglasses on, purposefully going past groups of people slowly so they can take in the site on the boat. Me, joint in hand, dire straights playing from my speaker and my nipple piercings out on full display as I slowly glide down the canal ahhh I love being a woman. I’m already looking at upgrading to something sturdier, something that can handle rapids and rougher conditions. I’m craving an adrenaline rush… I might book a white water rafting experience and see how I fare….

Last weekends kayak trip (not including nipples, sorry)

I’ve also been working on some writing… well I’m always writing, constantly jotting ideas down and never settling on one piece at a time. But, I wanted to challenge myself and see if I could write something erotic but set in the Victorian era…, I know how it sounds, probably boring, but let me set the scene… One of the scenes takes place in a greenhouse behind the Blackwood manor house: a woman (a lady) is bound to the gardener’s workbench, wrists raw from rope, thighs welting under a riding crop, and a garden rake being used as a…..she’s only wearing a corset and the workbench under her is SOAKED. I’ll leave that there.

Off the page and out of my laptop screen, I’ve been cooking like someone’s attempting to try to wife me. Which they’re not because quite frankly I wouldn’t let them. I made the perfect sides for a bbq, Garlic and herb baby potatoes with lemon and parmesan. Pesto pasta salad with rocket, feta, and cherry tomatoes. Caesar salad with homemade dressing and proper croutons. Domesticity doesn’t bore me, not in the slightest, not when it’s paired with freedom. Just build me a writing shed full of light and stained glass, you know the kind that lets in that beautiful, glittering almost irridedcent light?, and give me space to create…. I’ll feed you like a saint and fuck you like a whore as and when you please.

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Mmm, now to masturbate I think, and if you’re planning on doing the same it might add to your fun if you click me below.

me

Nice welcome back!
I would taste everything on and under the table!

 

[deft]

I’m gonna take that as a subliminal message meaning you really missed me around here….right?

Subtlety is not my strong point

 

[Cogan]

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I’m back.

Life happened. The kind of life that doesn’t look impressive in bullet points or a well thought out paragraph. It’s been the usual mess of responsibilities, summer fetes I’ve helped set up, late nights, sunburn, far too much over thinking, Facebook arguments with racist Karen’s, and not enough writing. But I’ve missed this place. Missed the filth. Missed the fun. Missed YOU guys.

A Karen decided to show her whole ass in a post about immigration, well it wasn’t about immigration it was about her 2 year old daughters (don’t get me started on two year olds having iPads), missing iPad, and she referenced a hotel housing “illegals.” I don’t usually bite, but the way she lumped human beings into a single, dehumanising label, really freaking hit a nerve. People are not punchlines or problems to be filed away under one-word slurs. Immigration is complex and for one she kept referencing rapists and drugs. Both white British men and other races all over the freaking continent are capable of those awful crimes! You realise that when you’re capable of looking outside your own overly polished life. Ugh. You get it. Rant over. (For now.)

These idiots are every were! I'm the same as you. I don't jump on every stupid post, but when stupid hits next level and everything is the immigrants fault, even the bad weather, I can't shut up either.

Then, kayaking: 13 miles last weekend in 30-degree heat. But surprisingly on the water and in the semi shade the heat doesn’t feel like it’s too much? Especially when you’re in a little top and no bra, sunglasses on, purposefully going past groups of people slowly so they can take in the site on the boat. Me, joint in hand, dire straights playing from my speaker and my nipple piercings out on full display as I slowly glide down the canal ahhh I love being a woman. I’m already looking at upgrading to something sturdier, something that can handle rapids and rougher conditions. I’m craving an adrenaline rush… I might book a white water rafting experience and see how I fare….

Last weekends kayak trip (not including nipples, sorry)

That looks so beautiful! You must have a lot of channels and natural rivers to choose from. The whole country is built around it's waterways.

I’ve also been working on some writing… well I’m always writing, constantly jotting ideas down and never settling on one piece at a time. But, I wanted to challenge myself and see if I could write something erotic but set in the Victorian era…, I know how it sounds, probably boring, but let me set the scene… One of the scenes takes place in a greenhouse behind the Blackwood manor house: a woman (a lady) is bound to the gardener’s workbench, wrists raw from rope, thighs welting under a riding crop, and a garden rake being used as a…..she’s only wearing a corset and the workbench under her is SOAKED. I’ll leave that there.

Off the page and out of my laptop screen, I’ve been cooking like someone’s attempting to try to wife me. Which they’re not because quite frankly I wouldn’t let them. I made the perfect sides for a bbq, Garlic and herb baby potatoes with lemon and parmesan. Pesto pasta salad with rocket, feta, and cherry tomatoes. Caesar salad with homemade dressing and proper croutons. Domesticity doesn’t bore me, not in the slightest, not when it’s paired with freedom. Just build me a writing shed full of light and stained glass, you know the kind that lets in that beautiful, glittering almost irridedcent light?, and give me space to create…. I’ll feed you like a saint and fuck you like a whore as and when you please.

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Yummy! I'd love to taste that!

Mmm, now to masturbate I think, and if you’re planning on doing the same it might add to your fun if you click me below.

me

I wasn't......but after clicking the link........

 

[PuskasD]

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I’m back.

Life happened. The kind of life that doesn’t look impressive in bullet points or a well thought out paragraph. It’s been the usual mess of responsibilities, summer fetes I’ve helped set up, late nights, sunburn, far too much over thinking, Facebook arguments with racist Karen’s, and not enough writing. But I’ve missed this place. Missed the filth. Missed the fun. Missed YOU guys.

A Karen decided to show her whole ass in a post about immigration, well it wasn’t about immigration it was about her 2 year old daughters (don’t get me started on two year olds having iPads), missing iPad, and she referenced a hotel housing “illegals.” I don’t usually bite, but the way she lumped human beings into a single, dehumanising label, really freaking hit a nerve. People are not punchlines or problems to be filed away under one-word slurs. Immigration is complex and for one she kept referencing rapists and drugs. Both white British men and other races all over the freaking continent are capable of those awful crimes! You realise that when you’re capable of looking outside your own overly polished life. Ugh. You get it. Rant over. (For now.)

Then, kayaking: 13 miles last weekend in 30-degree heat. But surprisingly on the water and in the semi shade the heat doesn’t feel like it’s too much? Especially when you’re in a little top and no bra, sunglasses on, purposefully going past groups of people slowly so they can take in the site on the boat. Me, joint in hand, dire straights playing from my speaker and my nipple piercings out on full display as I slowly glide down the canal ahhh I love being a woman. I’m already looking at upgrading to something sturdier, something that can handle rapids and rougher conditions. I’m craving an adrenaline rush… I might book a white water rafting experience and see how I fare….

Last weekends kayak trip (not including nipples, sorry)

I’ve also been working on some writing… well I’m always writing, constantly jotting ideas down and never settling on one piece at a time. But, I wanted to challenge myself and see if I could write something erotic but set in the Victorian era…, I know how it sounds, probably boring, but let me set the scene… One of the scenes takes place in a greenhouse behind the Blackwood manor house: a woman (a lady) is bound to the gardener’s workbench, wrists raw from rope, thighs welting under a riding crop, and a garden rake being used as a…..she’s only wearing a corset and the workbench under her is SOAKED. I’ll leave that there.

Off the page and out of my laptop screen, I’ve been cooking like someone’s attempting to try to wife me. Which they’re not because quite frankly I wouldn’t let them. I made the perfect sides for a bbq, Garlic and herb baby potatoes with lemon and parmesan. Pesto pasta salad with rocket, feta, and cherry tomatoes. Caesar salad with homemade dressing and proper croutons. Domesticity doesn’t bore me, not in the slightest, not when it’s paired with freedom. Just build me a writing shed full of light and stained glass, you know the kind that lets in that beautiful, glittering almost irridedcent light?, and give me space to create…. I’ll feed you like a saint and fuck you like a whore as and when you please.

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Mmm, now to masturbate I think, and if you’re planning on doing the same it might add to your fun if you click me below.

me

Sounds like lady Chatterley on steroids! Thanks for the vid got my full attention

 

[Jaws82]

Welcome back Bean!

I’m smelling a cook off between you and me

 

[SpicyBean99]

Welcome back Bean!

I’m smelling a cook off between you and me

Hey Jaws

I’m SO down. Get that UK flight asap

Question is what dish would you make me to woo me

Found some old baking pics I’ve not shared here yet…. In the top left you can see Latvian “piragi” which is just a soft pastry filled with smoked bacon pieces and onion, (absolutely phenomenal), top right is a spread I made for a family friends 60th birthday, (I hand decorated all those cupcakes and did the toppings etc) thr cake is a Victorian sponge. And then on the bottom left we have my double chocolate brownies and a carrot & walnut cake!

I think I could cook, bake and fuck my way into most people’s hearts. It just seems most (unfortunately ) are undeserving of that love

 

[Cybmorg]

Hey Jaws

I’m SO down. Get that UK flight asap

Question is what dish would you make me to woo me

Found some old baking pics I’ve not shared here yet…. In the top left you can see Latvian “piragi” which is just a soft pastry filled with smoked bacon pieces and onion, (absolutely phenomenal), top right is a spread I made for a family friends 60th birthday, (I hand decorated all those cupcakes and did the toppings etc) thr cake is a Victorian sponge. And then on the bottom left we have my double chocolate brownies and a carrot & walnut cake!

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Yes please. I’ll take 6 of top left, big slice top right, 2 bottom left and all of bottom right please. Then a session with top top left to work it all off

 

[Japansurfer]

Hey Jaws

I’m SO down. Get that UK flight asap

Question is what dish would you make me to woo me

Found some old baking pics I’ve not shared here yet…. In the top left you can see Latvian “piragi” which is just a soft pastry filled with smoked bacon pieces and onion, (absolutely phenomenal), top right is a spread I made for a family friends 60th birthday, (I hand decorated all those cupcakes and did the toppings etc) thr cake is a Victorian sponge. And then on the bottom left we have my double chocolate brownies and a carrot & walnut cake!

I think I could cook, bake and fuck my way into most people’s hearts. It just seems most (unfortunately ) are undeserving of that love

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Looks amazing. I’ll take a nibble of the beautiful lady holding the piragi’s please

 

[Jaws82]

Hey Jaws

I’m SO down. Get that UK flight asap

Question is what dish would you make me to woo me

Found some old baking pics I’ve not shared here yet…. In the top left you can see Latvian “piragi” which is just a soft pastry filled with smoked bacon pieces and onion, (absolutely phenomenal), top right is a spread I made for a family friends 60th birthday, (I hand decorated all those cupcakes and did the toppings etc) thr cake is a Victorian sponge. And then on the bottom left we have my double chocolate brownies and a carrot & walnut cake!

I think I could cook, bake and fuck my way into most people’s hearts. It just seems most (unfortunately ) are undeserving of that love

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I think in honour of being back in the Uk I’d make a beef Wellington with a side some seasonal veg and my honey roasted rosemary potatoes

Followed by a honey fried strawberry/rhubarb infused crème brûlée

 

[desperado1089]

Oh shit, there goes the neighborhood, haha. Welcome back, Bean. And I saw your post on FFF.

 

[SpicyBean99]

I think in honour of being back in the Uk I’d make a beef Wellington with a side some seasonal veg and my honey roasted rosemary potatoes

Followed by a honey fried strawberry/rhubarb infused crème brûlée

You had me sold on Beef Wellington until I remembered the recent Australian news story about Erin Patterson, the woman who laced individual beef wellingtons with death caps mushrooms killing three of her former in-laws

ALL jokes aside though that sounds beautiful. Especially the seasonal veg although, I’ve never tried rosemary honey roasted potato’s… and damn they sound good

That desert has me feeling wet, drenched in anticipation if you will. I MUST TRY a honey fried strawberry infused crème brûlée before I die… for sure.

 

[Hmm72]

You had me sold on Beef Wellington until I remembered the recent Australian news story about Erin Patterson, the woman who laced individual beef wellingtons with death caps mushrooms killing three of her former in-laws

ALL jokes aside though that sounds beautiful. Especially the seasonal veg although, I’ve never tried rosemary honey roasted potato’s… and damn they sound good

That desert has me feeling wet, drenched in anticipation if you will. I MUST TRY a honey fried strawberry infused crème brûlée before I die… for sure.

has someone here from Australia? LMAOL

 

[SpicyBean99]

has someone here from Australia? LMAOL

I simply CANNOT wait for a true crime documentary on this. The story is insane. I’ve been keeping up with it online…. I have to admit I’m a whore for a crime documentary or 24 hours in police custody, that sort of thing!