Yesterday I went to my lovely and local beauty Spa for a mani / pedi. I was lying back, my feet were being scrubbed, we were chatting, having fun, choosing colours, when suddenly a gorgeous guy walked in. Gorgeous but definitely dodgy. I tensed immediately. … Continue reading Body Language
Have you tried:- Jo Malone’s wood sage and sea salt fragrance Ice cold perfect delicious water Mercury coming out of retrograde Offspring. (Netflix) Being still under a full moon Being naked Listening Verbina scented candles Home baked bread Thick cosy socks Letting go Doing nothing … Continue reading Sex is cool but…
We’ve had a lot of power issues in Jozi over the last few days. Like horrible no light no electricity no power at all issues. And although I’m down to one little candle and feeling just slightly desperate, I thought it would be kind to … Continue reading Ten fab things to do in the dark
I recently joined a new exercise class. The instructor is fantastic, works us really hard and after each class I always say ‘God I’m never gonna walk again…’
It’s usually the only thing I say. I don’t talk much during the class because of the PAIN IN MY THIGHS, also I like to focus on my breathing, count the crunches, 12, 13, 14, 101, hey that’s 200, keep going, 201, sweet jesus this is hard work.
Other people are chatty. They talk about their kids, their work, their partners and their problems. I listen but I don’t join in.
Until the last class.
I moaned. Not my usual ‘Ow this is really hard’ but I kind of exhaled the ‘Ooooow oooooh this is really hard.’
‘You make the pain sound sexy,’ said my instructor.
‘Well I am a sex writer, ‘ I replied. ‘I can make anything sound sexy.’
The class drew to a halt.
I had finally spoken in my exercise class.
And it was up to me to speak a little bit more.
I told them about my blog and the name of it and how sometimes I test sex toys and which are the best sex toys but the most brilliant thing – I kept on squeezing my gluteus maximus.
402, 403, 404…
Reader. This is a breakthrough moment.
Not only have I finally spoken in my exercise class but I have the best butt in my exercise class.
Everyone else has rushed out to buy sex toys.
Now it’s just me.
And I don’t have to talk to anyone.
My I-Phone automatically tracks my steps and on average I do a brilliant 8000 a day. Except today. I did 288. I am officially a blob. But this is what I learned while being a blob. Netflix has three new shows and I like them … Continue reading 288 but who’s counting