A master number.
The smallest prime.
Two proud figures standing freely and together.
The brazen exhibition of excess, extravagance, desire and sin.
My lucky number.
The prime space responsible for my sexual and creative liberation.
The breathtaking placement of Love Hate Sex Cake on the Top 100 Sex Blogs 2017.
To admit I’m surprised and delighted at my appearance on the Top 100 Sex Blogs 2017 at such a privileged position is something of an understatement. To find myself listed at my lucky #11 and among the most gloriously talented company of sex bloggers, erotica writers and sensual and sinful photographers once again is a dream. This time round, I have chosen to celebrate that dream and pay homage to this complex number in the way I know best – with brazenness, with excess, with sin.
To the devoted and talented Molly Moore from Molly’s Daily Kiss and her partner in life and delicious D/s crime, Signs from This D/s Life, my gratitude and thanks for their tireless work and this generous recognition. I feel my inclusion all the more humbling, all the more poignant, in my eighth year in this space.
My heartfelt thanks also to you – my friends and readers – for your generosity and time, for the engagement and comments and nominations. Your continued presence and unwavering belief in my words and photography means more than these little words can adequately express.
On the subject of writing, head over to Molly’s Daily Kiss to view the entire list and revel in the achievements of those we admire and adore and delight in the discovery of the new talents, faces and voices we are all sure to love.
In this room, in these clandestine spaces on high, the cityscape framed in glass cool, clear and brazen.
It is now I need you most.
Within these four walls, the ultimate stage for our fusion, for the possession of this flesh as you press my rose-peaked breasts into our grinding reflection, your thick shaft dripping with a hunger at one with the molten heat between my thighs, and our eyes searching, searching, between each furious and animal thrust, for the veiled and desiring gazes that will feast on the vision, our unbridled exhibition.
Another year has somehow flown by and I’m here again marking the beginnings of Love Hate Sex Cake – a space that has granted me the freedom of erotic and emotional expression, a virtual home that has enriched my desire and creativity beyond my wildest imaginings.
While 2017 has been marked as another period of sporadic posting, I am truly thankful for my muse and the moments of inspiration that – I hope continue to – breathe life and give voice to the force of my sexuality and the intensity of my passion.
Eight years has seen many a change in the sex blogging landscape, but the one constant that never fails to leave me grateful and humbled is you – my friends and readers. It is your time, your gaze, your communion with the prose and portraiture, these sighs and syllables, the frames and tones, these shadows and illuminations, that has encouraged me to push boundaries, that has sharpened my senses, that has enriched this woman and this place.
As she poses and revels in the display of her scantily-clad form to the unseen eyes beyond the picture window, the wetness flows white-hot as she recalls an altogether different image – the photograph created for his carnal and bespoke tastes of her rear encased in the same diaphanous mesh, the suspender straps draw tight, their lines the ideal frame for the sweet cunt sodden with wanton need for the grip of his hands, the power of his thrusts, the seed buried deep by his thick hard perfecting flesh.