*If you haven’t already, you can read part one of this story here*
Sitting at one of the outdoor tables at The Hand That Feeds – the bistro across the road to my office block which is owned by my father-in-law – I listen to my husband’s excited chatter. The family is opening up another three places within the next week, and Simon’s token ‘area manager’ job title is suddenly about to mean something. He’s delighted, and I’m delighted for him.
I really do adore this man. I love listening to him when he his exuberant nature takes over. He talks with his hands, throws his arms wide, his clear blue eyes sparkle like sunlight on water. He raises his voice and bangs the table, his contagious laugh spreading not just to whoever he’s talking to, but to anyone within earshot. Continue reading “Carved in a Heart”
Just as I walked in from the kitchen with a steaming bowl of popcorn in my hands, my housemate, Masie, squealed. She was over by the TV, flitting between Anna and Richie, arching her back so that Jack – who lived with us, too, and who just happened to be my best friend – couldn’t whip her ass with a rolled-up towel again.
When he saw I was back, Jack waggled his eyebrows and grinned at me. He had such a dopey smile. An all teeth and rosy cheeks one that made his eyes crinkle and his ears twitch. I’d never been able to ignore that smile. Every time I saw it, I never failed to return it with a helpless one of my own. But not tonight. Tonight, I was pissed at the world, and – best friend or not – he wasn’t getting a damned thing from me. I stared back at him, just long enough for him to register my lack of response, then rolled my eyes and joined our other housemate, Toni, on the floor. Continue reading “It’s Been a While”
I had planned to be on the ball with this week’s #SoSS post, folks. Bright spark that I am, I made a template of my usual layout and promised myself that I’d whack links in as I read them, then fine tune the post on Saturday morning and get it published by lunchtime. Ah, I’m so naive. I made the template, sure, but not a frigging thing went on it. Seriously, I couldn’t organise a piss up in a brewery.
Anyway, it’s the last weekend of November, and probably the last Love Links of the year that isn’t gonna be filled with so much Christmas spirit you could get bladdered just reading it. Premature jubilation haters needn’t get too excited, though, cos there is a wee hint of the season to be jolly at the end of this post. Down there, you’ll find links to a few Xmas giveaways that have been launched this week.
Along with those, you’ll find links to temperature rising images, thought-provoking blog posts, and erotica that could melt a Kindle, as well as the lowdown on some sexy products from the people who use them. Have at it, people!
Continue reading “Love Links #5”
A few days ago, the Fella took a leisurely stroll through the pages of Scandarella. He reckons it’s safer to remind himself what we have in the toy cupboard by reading my toy box page than it is to try his luck opening the cupboard doors. While he was browsing, he commented that it’s been ages since I last wrote a review of an impact toy. He was right, the last one was a flogger kit I made way back in July! I think it’s high time for a new review in that department, so I’m gonna tell y’all about the gorgeous Wild Thing by Zado Leather Whip.
Of all the impact toys we have, I think our whips see the least amount of use. Not because they’re less enjoyable than say, paddles, but because they’re awkward to use. So often they arrive, and we find they’re so lightweight it feels like trying to thwap someone with an ostrich feather. Even when we get a good heavy one their uber long length means they’re gonna be tangled in the curtains or the light shade before they get so much as a sniff of skin. Continue reading “Wild Thing by Zado Leather Whip”
And the only date she’d ever gone on with him hadn’t even been a real date – just a stolen hour when he’d pulled her away from the rest of the party.
Excerpt from page 69 of ‘Fallen’ by Lauren Kate
The first friend I made when my family moved to Cedar Avenue was Britt Donaldson. We bumped into each other not five minutes after Dad’s car pulled up behind the removal van. Most of the other kids had looked at us like they thought the Addams family had just moved in, but not Britt. She sat on the fence opposite our new house with pursed lips, her tiny nod telling me that she knew exactly what I was going through. Continue reading “The Big Finish”
I’ve made no secret of the fact that Sliquid is my favourite brand of lube. From the perfect for pegging Sliquid Sassy to their premium silicone lube, Sliquid Silver (ideal for water-wankers who take glass or steel toys into the bath) there’s something for every sexual situation. One of my absolute faves (and most often purchased) lubes is Sliquid Organics Natural Gel.
We have loads of bottles of different lubes stashed about the place, but this is the one I reach for most often. As well as the spare I always ensure I have tucked away in the toy cupboard, there’s one in the bathroom, one in my ‘most used’ toy box, and one in both the Fella’s and my bedside drawers. It’s my all-rounder, my one lube that lends itself to whatever sexy thing I decide to get up to. Continue reading “Sliquid Organics Natural Gel”
I wish this past week had been a dick, folks, cos it’s fucked me so hard, so many times, I’d be bow-legged and smiling like the Cheshire Cat right now if it was. I’ve had some rage inducing days, and they’ve left me very little time to be reading through all the awesome content the blogging community has poured into the world since last Saturday.
But, today I’ve taken back my time. I’ve done some paid writing. I’m working on a few reviews and thinking about how to spin my next smutty yarn. And I’ve sat down with a Bailey’s latte, a couple of mince pies, and an emergency vibrator to check out some posts and bring you lovely peeps all the links. The following stuff grabbed my attention in all the best ways today, so get busy with those clicky fingers… Continue reading “Love Links #4”
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Every so often, Sex Toys UK adds another string to the bow that is their Loving Joy range of sex toys and bondage gear. So far, we’ve seen a bullet that gets to sit at the head table with the We-Vibe Tango, a flexi vibrator that’s more versatile than waffles, and a whole host of anal plugs with gems and bushy tails. The latest of the range to pass through the doors of the Scandal household is the Loving Joy Universal Harness & Dildo Combo.
When I was offered the chance to review these two products (which are currently sold separately but may be available as a bundle soon) I was a little hesitant. I’m not a small woman, and I expressed concerns that the harness might not fit my size 24 (UK) body. But the lovely Louise from STUK explained that, when sourcing a harness for the Loving Joy range, it was crucial that one be found which catered to a wide range of sizes, including my size and beyond. Continue reading “Loving Joy Universal Harness & Dildo”
A quick check of the clock informs me that it’s almost six. The last client went home fifteen minutes ago and all that’s left for me to do before I go home is clean the changing room. Dragging the mop bucket behind me with one hand, I sweep the corridor in a haphazard fashion. I’m missing bits, but I don’t care. My mind isn’t on work. It’s on something else entirely. That something?
Miss Lucky Bellamy. Continue reading “Getting Lucky”