28 days
until you feel
my sensual kiss and
molten need once again

Lover, ease the net down
then meet me
halfway.

The dawn breaks; its sensual destruction caressing your skin, softly teasing the ache, your intensifying yearning for the kiss of his mouth and the touch of his skin and your bodies bound as one.

The dawn breaks; your need and longing overwhelming, your body and soul reaching out to intimacy’s call.

The hunger for a taste
Of your skin and kiss and flesh
It haunts me in dreams and waking

In velvet shadows and shimmering light, I am woman, I am one
with every breath and pulse, sensual yearning and wanton craving,
with the very moment and each phase of my creation.

Once your hands find me, flaunt me
Once your flesh fills me, owns me
The world becomes golden

It is here,
in the stillness, in the quiet,
in the muted light of a sultry afternoon,
that I return to my centre, that I find my peace.

~o~

Wishing you all a safe, happy and sensual holiday season.

~Minx x

The number 11 is the blazon of sin.
– St Augustine

Eleven.

A master number.
The smallest prime.
Two proud figures standing freely and together.
The brazen exhibition of excess, extravagance, desire and sin.

Eleven.

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.

~o~

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.

~Minx x

Even as I’m spent and weathered and worn, your touch makes me feel newfound, reborn.

A word. A breath. An intonation.

A similarity so slight most would barely rate it a thought or mention.

But for this woman, every hint, every likeness, every resemblance is a trigger, a spark, an enabler that leads me back to the voice unforgotten, to the accented utterance of my name by the man kneeling at my feet, his mouth pressed into the molten fire of my cunt, each ravenous flicker and devouring kiss driving my desire and body and the pleas falling from these lips to the edge, the brink, our precipice.