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  • Abortion
    Not mine. I just want to talk about it I know women who have had one because they slept with a guy they were seeing and didn’t want to have his baby.  “But don’t tell my kids dad, he would freak out.”  They tell me this as they confess to me that they’ve had anContinue reading “Abortion”
  • Luteal
    I have this theory that the people you can stand to talk to during Luteal phase without wanting to stab, scream at, roll your eyes at, etc. Those are the real ones. Keep those. The rest don’t deserve you when you are at your best in 2 weeks time. And then imagine a man whoContinue reading “Luteal”
  • Ovulation
    Where my pussy turns into a ravage beast… Mind of its ownPulsingContinuously grabbing at the airDesperately seekingTrying to find the perfect cockTo fill itOne thats thick and strongIt aches And pulses a heart beat seperateFrom my ownIt criesAbsolutely soaks itselfBegging for reliefNot just to cumBut for satisfaction For its missing pieceThe other halfThe craving ItsContinue reading “Ovulation”
  • My Heart’s a Bitch
    Have you ever just wanted to rage?Like you just give up controlAnd let the universe guide youBut fuck all it brings is heartbreak And distance Can something go my way?No because I’m on this god damn journeyWhere i don’t have control of the steering wheel.So I breathe through it.Swallow what I want to really say. Continue reading “My Heart’s a Bitch”
  • Just another play time
    Hey baby,I am writing this post play timeBut I wish I could write it during to truly capture the essence of what goes downat least in my headI’m a sweaty mess todayfrom yogafrom it being 40 degrees Cfrom my orgasmsall of the above?I need some snow or a cold plunge or somethingI feel like IContinue reading “Just another play time”
  • Licking You
    There’s nothing I want more then to help you cumI want to watch your hands stroke up and down your cockI want to listen to your harsh breathingI want to hear you say my name while you spray your delicious cum all over my titsI want to hold your balls in one hand while IContinue reading “Licking You”
  • Lusting Over You Again – Part 2
    I’m having trouble focusing on what you are saying lately.Sometimes …I get distracted by the thought of your delicious thick cock.I’m not sure if I should tell you that,or apologise …or what.I am just trying to not bite my lipstrying to focustrying to not drown in lust at the sight of you.Then in my imaginationContinue reading “Lusting Over You Again – Part 2”
  • I’m Lusting Over You Again
    10 pm hits and I simultaneously want to write, sleep and delve into the bliss filled fantasy of my mind and ultimately orgasm and fall asleep.The night is so peaceful,it’s cold, dark and less visually stimulating my optic nerve gets to rest and I just get to feel.I’d really like to hear too …hear youContinue reading “I’m Lusting Over You Again”
  • Music is my love language
    What in the Shania Twain is happening to me this time?I mean I was I was always seeking …But fuck, I didn’t mean to actually go and fall in love.You know her {love gets me every time} song?So which was it?The way he walked?  Or the sweet way he talked?Or maybe he backed up thoseContinue reading “Music is my love language”
  • Us
    Once upon a time somewhere in the clouds of the creation of reality there were two souls. Yours and mine. Masculine and feminine. We were always entwined, devouring endless soul missions together. Then we came to the greatest mission of all – this current incarnation. Both of us knew the stakes, the possibilities of theContinue reading “Us”
Who is this woman?


Wild gypsy, lost soul, fearless daydreamer, crazy bitch, trouble on two feet, the whole package ... divine feminine wanting her divine masculine in the flesh. 

High heels 
High class
High maintenance 

Always trying to behave myself, mostly succeeding.  

One of a kind. 

I live somewhere on planet Earth, drifting around, trying to find somewhere I belong.  I come from somewhere else and have nothing to go back there to.  Where I will end up, only the universe knows.  I grieve only the trees I leave behind.

I write from deep within my soul, letting the words flow, I do not hold back.

Hoping to find a man brave enough to handle me.  Someone who understands my soul.  I write to him, this conception of someone I do not have.  He might be real ... but I am not sure yet. I like to pretend he's real ... create daydreams in my mind of us - together. 

I live for my alone time where I indulge in my favourites ... dark chocolate, red wine, music, deep baths, meditation, pampering myself, massages, lingerie and orgasums.  

I never disappoint. 💋

Obviously the photo is not actually me but I look pretty similar.  

I let my crazy out on here, in my blog, I am actually quiet, real and don't do drama.  I live somewhere in the southern hemisphere but I wasn't born here, it's just where I ended up.  

I'd love to hear from you if you want to chat.