This is a continuation of a fantasy story about meeting my Twitter crush. Although the fantasy is something I’ve talked about – and thought about – it’s just a fantasy and has no basis in reality.
Before anyone gets any ideas, this is a fictional story. Do I wish it could one day become reality? Sure. But for now, it’s fictional. If you recognise yourself in the characters, you’re probably right.
I’m a feminist. If you have spent even a fraction of time on my blog, you know this already. A few years ago, I mentioned to my husband that I’m a feminist and he expressed his disbelief. “No, you’re not. You don’t hate men, and you shave.” As if that is the criteria for being a feminist. (more…)
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” ~ Sylvia Plath
When I first started writing novels, about twenty years ago, I wrote just for me. I had a dream to become a published writer, to maybe one day be a full-time writer, but I knew that wouldn’t happen anytime soon. I was just not good enough of a writer yet. Self-doubt held me back from asking feedback on my novels, which I could’ve really learned from. (more…)
I love this bra. I love the colour, I love the lacy bits and the peekaboo cut-outs between my breasts. But what I don’t like it how uncomfortable it is. (more…)
Today my latest book, Unleash My Desires, is out! It a shorter book than my full-length novels, so perfect to read on a warm weekend such as this. I am so excited for you all to read it, as it’s maybe one of the hottest stories I’ve written in a while. In fact, I masturbated to a scene in this book just yesterday! (more…)
Today I’m welcoming Tiny Sparks on my blog, who shares her account of when she met her husband. It’s very hot and I’m really happy that she has agreed for me to share this on my blog. (more…)
I’ve been having a lot of conversations about my sexuality this month. Conversations that centre around bi-erasure as much as biphobia Not surprising, as it’s Pride month. And the more I talk about it, the more I’m sick of hiding who I am. I’ve been thinking a lot about coming out. Not just to my immediate family (they know I’m bisexual already), but also to my friends and my conservative parents and siblings. (more…)
My family and I have been in lockdown since the 15th of May. By my calculation, that makes today 15 weeks of being cooped up in the house together. For the last three weeks, my youngest son had been able to go to school, which had been very good for him, but for the rest of us, the only time we get out is to do groceries (my husband), walk the dog (me) or go for a run (my oldest son). (more…)
I wish I could go back in time. I would find my twenty-something-year-old self and tell her not to worry so much. I’d tell her that she’s bisexual and that it’s fine. I wish I could give her the LGBTQ sex-ed I should’ve had in high school. (more…)