Phases Of The Moon

I've often wondered if one's tastes change with the phases of the moon. Sometimes I like curvy girls, sometimes it's Oriental girls, and at other times it's girls in black and shiny attire. Haven't spotted a pattern yet, but I'm enjoying the search! One common theme does run through all these phases - I like the girls to tease. Enjoy...

Of course other colours are good, too.

How Common Is Common Sense?

If you watch the news in any format (Morning paper, TV, Web, etc.) you are bound to come across serious contenders for the Darwin Awards. (Candidates that survive their adventures disprove Darwin's theory of natural selection in evolution.) They range from politicians to criminals who say words to the effect that they didn't think they'd get caught. Like everyone's fifteen minutes of promised fame, they all seem to have a Holmer Simpson moment just before.

Can the same be said of the fetish scene? Thankfully there appears to be less of these unfortunate accidents in the news, as the message of "safe, sane and consensual" continues to echo around responsible clubs. Let's never let the echo fade away.

 

 

Look At That - A New Post

Sorry it's been a while. Everything fine. Just thought I'd start posting again.

I notice the followers are still with me. Thank you.

Enjoy...

Dissapearing - Reappearing

The trouble with having an elderly relative is that there is always something to worry about. The joy is sharing family history and their accumulated wisdom. We're all be old one day - or at least that's what we're all aiming for, right?

Worrying about them doesn't make me feel like blogging. I hope you understand. Anyway, here's some fantasies to be getting on with. Enjoy.

Another Month! Seeing Snow

I know, I'm lazy. I don't blog as often as I should. Have you seen the snow out there? (London, UK.) Beautiful, when viewed from a cosy, warm house. We're definitely in an ice age. Thank goodness for a bit of global warming!

Anyway, perhaps some sunny fantasies will warm you all up?

I noticed that Butlins is back in business. (Popular 1950s holiday camp, before the age of the package tour.) Well, you know where that leads my fantasies, don't you? These holiday helpers never wear a red coat.