Support your man’s ‘BAWS’ this Christmas whilst also supporting Testicular Cancer.
www.Bawbags.com
During the month of October we gave our support to Breast’s now I think its about time to show our support for Men’s Balls, don’t you think!! 
So come on Ladies (and Gents) why not support your man’s ‘BAWS’ this Christmas, whilst also supporting Testicular Cancer by buying the man in your life some sexy undies that both look and feel good to both him and you
‘KEEP ERM TIDY’
Note: These would also make great Christmas gifts for any male within the family who like’s to show off their underwear waistband and also for those who are fans of Dirty Sanchez – see the SWYD range (Sleep When Your Dead)
We will remember them …
Booby Photo for Breast Cancer Awareness Month – HNT
Breast cancer is a disease that knows no boundaries. It strikes women (and men) from all backgrounds, races and ethnicities, the rich and the poor, the old and the young.
ONLY 7 MORE DAYS TO GO BEFORE ITS
WEAR IT PINK DAY
WE CAN ALL HELP TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN THE
FIGHT AGAINST BREAST CANCER
for more information on how you can make a difference
please follow these links
http://www.breastcancercampaign.org
xx
To Everything there is a Season
“Life is much like the seasons – full of change. Sometimes the changes are not always what we expect or how we wish them to be. But we have to learn to deal with the unexpected and look to the future”
Photo: Breast Cancer Awareness Month – #HNT
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month
Please help support this cause by making a donation
and don’t forget Friday 30th October is
Wear It Pink day
for more information please follow these links
http://www.breastcancercampaign.org/
We can all help to make a difference
xx
Secret World
Take me to our secret world
Our place where love, tenderness, passion and lust unite
A place where our other life does not exist
Where Your fingertips can brush my soft and tender skin
The lightest of caresses over and around
Lips sucking, stimulating, arousing
Tongue teasing, soft and warm
Tingles generated from each touch
Sensations spreading from below
Desire building deep inside
Waves cresting again and again
Moans uttered
Gasps taken
Whispers spoken
Our sighs of contentment merging as one
Holding, clutching
Stroking, caressing
Cuddling, moulding
Two as one
Long moments pass
Seconds merge
A lifetime of waiting
Now never wanting to end
As we lie together
Not wanting to leave our secret world
Nights of longing and desire – dreams vs reality
MIDNIGHT STRANGER
The balmy summer night breeze stirs the bedroom curtains through the open window. As I lie asleep, the warm air caresses my naked skin with the touch of the gentlest lover, my dreams drifting to sensual thoughts of pleasure, passion, lust and desire. I become increasingly aroused by my dreams, the sensations of touch upon my naked skin made almost real by the intensity of my imagination
With a start, I wake to realise that the sensations are real … that there is someone in the room with me, hands gently caressing my soft skin, lips teasing my nipples into an erect hardness, tongue tracing the curves of my breasts.
A chill of fear runs down my spine as I tense, afraid yet excited and not knowing what to do. I can see but a shadow in the dark, smell only the musk scent of a man, a smell that for some reason I seem to recognise – frightening, but also stirring the darkest of fantasies. Somehow I sense no malice from this unknown yet somehow familiar person, only a deep passion and a desire to give pleasure … the beginnings of which are already forming deep within me.
I lie still, unsure what to do, as a hand starts to move down my naked body. The lightest of touches leaving a trail of tingling sensations as it slowly moves across my belly, along my thigh and down my leg. Despite my fears, I can’t help but be aroused by the erotic images that are forming in my mind as I wonder where it will go next.
The hand starts to slowly return up the inside of my leg, the intent unspoken but obvious in it’s direction. It reaches the softest of skin inside my thigh and pauses. I realise that this is the moment of decision … to stop this now … or to abandon myself to this man and his carnal desire for me.
Despite my fears, I feel myself becoming lost in the passion and lust of the moment and can no more stop him than call for help. My mind races, and in an unspoken gesture of surrender … I part my legs, knowing now that there is no turning back ..
His hand moves again and the anticipation of it’s touch builds within me. A finger brushes my lips, releasing the first beads of my juice from within. I feel them run down, tickling slightly as my lips are parted and fingers touch the sensitive skin within. Little electric sensations shoot through me as I feel the first caress of my clitoris. The touch so familiar in its lightness. So soft and gentle. I can’t help but let out a low moan as he touches it again, stroking so, so gently, teasing and coaxing me to full arousal by the slightest of touches
I feel his body move, hands on my knees as he gently parts my legs further before moving down between them. I am now really wet and he leans forward to slowly run his tongue around my lips and up to my clitoris, tasting my juices. I can smell myself on him, increasing my lust to even greater levels. I place my hand on his head, pulling him into me, urging him to bring me to climax.
Every lick of his tongue sends electric shocks running through me, each lasting longer than the last until they merge into waves of almost continuous pleasure. As he sucks and licks my clit simultaneously I feel my body start to sink into the depths of ecstasy and I feel the crest of my orgasm break. I arch my back as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes through me, deep inside, my whole body shuddering from the intensity of my climax.
As the pleasure pain subsides, I feel him draw back and can sense him watching me, a shadow poised between my legs, his breath heavy with arousal. With a husky whisper I hear myself say ‘Make love to me … please’
He moves forward over me and I feel the brush of the hairs on his arms against my sides, the smell of myself on him stronger now. He positions himself in front of my soaking wet pussy … and with one long stroke he fills me. I wrap my arms and legs around him and feel the muscles in his back ripple beneath the skin. I pull myself up and kiss him passionately, finding the kiss returned with equal passion. He begins moving, alternate slow and quick strokes, continually varying the rhythm and stroke to heighten my pleasure and add variety. The feel of my breasts and hard nipples against his naked chest so exquisitely arousing.
His stroke starts to falter and I know that he is so close. I reach down and grab the firmness of his bum in my hands, pulling him deeper into me as, with a low grunt, he cums. I feel the warmth of him jet deep within me, filling me with his seed deep inside, and I realise that this is the first sound that I have heard him utter
After he is spent, we both remain stationary for a long moment, neither of us wanting to break the spell from our intimate union. Then with a sigh he slowly withdraws, as if with regret … and is gone
On the breeze I hear the faint words … ‘Until next time’ I open my eyes and look down at my naked body, the pirspiration gleaming in the moonlit room……..
Further musings from the emotional side of secret_thoughts
I think perhaps this will be the last prose I submit in regard to the subject of my Dad.
My emotions are running high and topped with everything that has happened so far this year
I’m beginning to wander how many ladders i’ve walked under or in fact how many mirrors I’ve broken.
I won’t bore you with all the details as i’m sure many of you prefer to have smiley faces rather than sad ones 
There’s a certain tune that at times like this always lifts the dark clouds from above me.
Its probably down to the fact that i’ve always been a huge fan of Monty Python but
these lyrics always do the trick for me
Maybe you’ll want to read the prose first – then cheer youselves up by watching and listening to this video
Do you have to be so inconsiderate!
Do you have to be such a pig!
Grabbing every little moment
there’s an opportunity for a dig!
Do you have to be so self centered!
Do you always have to be right,
pointing out the smallest fault
adding to the spite!
Do you have to interrupt so much,
could i please be allowed to take the floor!
Or do you think I’m so stupid,
you find my conversation such a bore!
Is this all that you are,
is this the way it will always be!
Can you try to be kind just for one day
and please aim your kindness at me
Just once before you die…..
The emotions and realities of secret thoughts…
If you haven’t already I suggest you read this previous blog entry before reading any further http://sshhhsecretthoughts.wordpress.com/2009/06/11/half-nekkid-thursday-3
I stood and stared at the cards on the shelf and hesitated by the section marked family but my emotions shouted out ‘not this time’. I turned my attention to the general birthday, even these having verses that just said too much.
I posted his card through the letterbox and walked away. I caught a glance of him through the window as I walked back past the house but I just couldn’t face him.
Not sure whether it’s cowardess or because I know whatever I say and do will end up effecting my dear Mom so deeply in many ways and also other people who I love dearly. I’m just too drained both physically and emotionally to face him or deal with the consequences.
Why have I shed tears of guilt this morning. Why do the innocent amongst us blame ourselves for others wrong doings.
My family hug and kiss and try to make me feel better but I know from their words they don’t and can’t understand the emotions that I’m battling with inside my head and heart.
They will never understand the physical pain that once was, that over the years then turned into mental abuse which has now turned into emotional and mental torture.
They will never understand the lengths I went to, to try and make him love, want and be proud of me. How do you make someone love and want you that should feel that way anyway.
How did people not see what he was or did they feel like I did/do and felt fear of the repercussions.
I coped as a child but now I battle with the emotions inside. Emotions that have gradually become worse as his health has deterioted over the last few years. Each time I drive him to the hospital, each time I visit his hospital bed and listen to his cruel and evil words, about everyone around him, I battle with the devil inside that hopes there will be no return journey home for him. But then I have to deal with the emotions of guilt at such wicked and evil thoughts. If you knew me you’d know what a gentle, sensitive, kind and loving person I am and how alien it is to me to have such thoughts. So how could I possibly wish anyone dead, let alone wish it on someone who is my own flesh and blood.
Over the last few weeks – starting with Fathers Day certain visits and events have finally been the straw that has broke the camels back. I now realise that I’m devoid of any emotion for him. There’s no love or hate just a feeling of emptiness. The feelings have been replaced completely with an emotional turmoil that I need to deal with either with professional help or with the love of family and friends around me or in the virtual world.
As mentioned above Fathers Day was very emotional and these emotional times often are the times when I turn to writing. It’s become a release for me in many ways and for many differing reasons.
I shall be posting these particular pieces of writing as my next blog.
Please excuse any errors in this particular blog. Not only has it been posted via my iPhone, which as you can appreciate wasn’t the easiest of tasks especially through the tears. But also when your in such an emotional state the brain doesn’t tend to function well – mine isn’t too brilliant anyway lol
Take care my dear friends and always remember to tell and show the people who mean the most to you how much you love and care for them.
xxx
HNT – 25th June
Sorry this is a little late being posted but as you can see I tried to be a little adventurous this week and tried my hand at producing a very short video.During my short journey to work I pass quite a number of fields. This year a couple are filled full of poppies which is one of my favourite flowers. So with thoughts of summer and poppy fields I produced the video below and included the short poem I wrote some time ago. Hopefully once i’ve perfected the art of video making i’ll be creating them more often
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