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Wildlife Wednesday - caterpillars

We've got an influx of caterpillars at home. I've never seen them here before (we've been here almost 8 years now).

They remind me of the caterpillars we used to get on the white cedar trees when I lived out in western NSW. Except we have fewer of them - thank heavens! This was them.

These caterpillars are on the house, in the garden, falling in water buckets, on pot plants, on the car, the back door. We do have a heap of gum trees shading our house (but the neighbour owns them) and I suspect that's where they're coming from...but I'm not game to go into the neighbours to check their trees out closely - they might think I'm a nut :)

I'm trying to find out what they are and I found the best website with lots of caterpillar photos. :) It's here.

But I just can't see what it might be - I keep coming back to the one that's in groups like in western NSW, except these are solitary.

My skills have not improved!!!

I'm off to find one and check it out more.

Phallic Friday - Tonight She's Yours

I've been reading the cuckold fantasies in Tonight She's Yours and it's been a bit interesting because there's quite a similarity between them all - which I guess isn't all that surprising because there's only so many ways you can do some acts!

But there's one with two women, and the husband watching, but it took me a while to realise the Bull was female. So that was fun!

I've noticed that most are in first person and there's a varying degree of depth into the character's mind in these first person narratives. So that's been fascinating to discover.

Oh, yes, the fantasies, not the writing... I keep being distracted!

There's a few multiple partners while the husband watches.

The humiliation in most isn't too awful, so I can handle that. That's the thing that's always baffled me - humiliation for kicks - but I'm coping with these. And mostly they're mild - or else my level of tolerance has been expanded!

I think that might be it. I think the more I read in the erotic genre, the more I'm open to explore. That's exciting for me...but it also makes me dangerous...what do I touch on next? Where do my characters take me? Today I one-clicked because an author said the book was free and made some reference that I took to be spanking. Is the book about spanking? I've no idea...but when I finish these cuckold stories, I'll be checking it out.

I've enjoyed the mix of stories in here...but they have shown that I need to twist my stories more. Deliver more of the unexpected, and less of what the majority deliver.

Do you get inspired to change when you read anthologies?

Wildlife Wednesday - pelicans

Pelicans always catch my attention - I don't want to think how many photos of them I have - but it's not often I can snap photos as they pass overhead.

Usually I get them standing or walking, in the water, or on a pole/light.

Today, I have some in flight!

Solo and in formation :)

This week...

Sorry I'm not going to manage a post this week.

Back on track next week - fingers crossed!

Phallic Friday - ramblings

Sometimes what you need
is a hard and fast pounding.
Other times it's the slower,
considered touch of love.

Sometimes you want the anonymity
of a hard plastic vibe.
Turned up on high,
For the craziest of rides.

Other times a touch,
like a butterfly caress,
can bring you achingly
to the point of distress.

Bodies are the strangest things
always wanting something else,
but you need to listen to them,
if you're to get pleasure for yourself.

Wildlife Wednesday - echidna

The short-beaked echidna is the species of echidna we have in Australia I've been pretty lucky in that every place I've lived since I left Sydney, I've had an echidna come and visit me at least once. They're such incredibly weird critters. They sort of waddle. They're incredibly shy, and they tuck up into this little ball of spines and dig themselves into the ground and pretend that you can't see them.We've seen a few near the beach, but this day there was one right on the beach - at the dunes, not surfing :) Here's some info about them if you'd like to learn more - The Australian Museum website is my favourite for snippets of info!
At the Shoalhaven Zoo a couple of years ago, there were some happy little echidnas who stretched up in their cage to be petted by friendly visitors. They were remarkable. Nowhere near as spikey as I'd imagined. And they seemed to love being scratched under their chin, like a dog or a cat. So very cute.
We have lots of sandy soil and ants around here, so I'm glad to see a thriving echidna population. I always think it's a special place if the inconspicuous Australian native animals are around :)

Happy Easter!!

Wishing you a Happy Easter!!

This is my Easter lunch. Hope you have something scrumptious too :)

Phallic Friday - Yoni Massage

Oh, this article here. So very amazing, and brave.

A sexologist and yoga teacher speaks of having a Yoni massage (which is a vaginal massage) in a very honest and open manner.

Many many years ago, I became interested in Tantric sex. I devoured books on the topic and discussed with a few people. It's a mystical, deeply spiritual thing - where energy between bodies is used to deepen the connection between two people. That's probably a very simplistic explanation, but that's how I've always seen it.

It interests me because of 'chemistry'. You know when you meet someone and there's an immediate 'zap' between you? It can be sexual, but it can also be platonic. I reckon that has to come from somewhere or something. All sorts of people talk about it; romance always writes about it. But how does it happen? Is it a cellular thing? Pheromones? Energy? Or something else completely?

It baffles and puzzles me. So I went investigating for a while. I started writing a story about it, for a while. But there aren't answers and that frustrates me.

But anyway, back to the Yoni massage.

In a normal massage, your body responds to muscle manipulation for relaxation, tissue healing, joint movement, whatever the massage is targetted for. I'm a firm believer in massage and I have a semi-regular Bowen therapy, which is a very easy, non-painful, non-invasive muscle manipulation, to align my body. I joke that it keeps me alive :) But afterwards, I need to drink copious amounts of water to flush toxins from my body or I feel like I've been hit by a train. If I soak in a bath, and drink twice my normal water intake, then I don't get that horrible sick feeling. So I believe something happens to me, physically, when I have a massage.

The vagina is another body part, largely made up of muscles. I don't see that a Yoni massage is going to be too much different to a deep tissue shoulder massage - you know, except for the sexual component. But I know how much stress is caught up in my shoulders from writing and working at a computer, and so I take myself along for a regular massage to keep myself in good health and release those poor throbbing shoulder and neck muscles. I feel much better for it.

In Bowen, pretty much my whole body becomes aligned. A flex of a muscle in my hip, can be felt in my toe or ankle. Release in my neck can shoot right down my arm. Muscles are linked and easing one, helps another.

But the genitals are never touched. And yet, they're muscular. Maybe they'd benefit from massage. Maybe they hold energy that needs to be released. Maybe the emotional release that they sexologist/yoga teacher found would be beneficial for health.

I've never been brave enough to try! (And if you're my Bowen therapist reading this - I'm still not brave enough to try!!!)

But this article has shed some light on a subject that has been floating in my mind for many many years. Thanks, Vanessa!

Are you a fan of massage? Ever had a Yoni massage?

Wildlife Wednesday - blue-arsed fly

We have a saying here in Australia, or my Dad does anyway, about a blue-arsed fly. When you're really busy, you're running around like a blue-arsed fly.

I looked it up online and you can read about the expression here. It's not just Dad's! :)

Anyway, a few weeks back we were having family photos done in a park. The kids were looking for cicada shells on the paperbark trees so I went to help them collect, and then I got all excited. I yelled for Dad and hubby with his phone. Surrounded by kids, and I yell, "My God, Dad, get over here. There's a blue-arsed fly."

Needless to say the mothers, my sisters, sighed with exasperation ... but Dad and Mr E came at my call. Dad as excited as me, and Mr E handing over his phone so I could get a photo.

I think it's a blowfly, also called a bluebottle. But according to my more extensive look at websites and books, it could also be the Snail Parasitic Blowfly - because of those white dots. It seems that they are indicative of that species (see here) - although I'm not sure it's right. If you look at this gorgeous shot on the Australian Museum site here, it doesn't look half as stunning.

So, yep, me and my good IDing! I'm calling it a blue-arsed fly :)

Sunday Story - Night Games

Night Games by Anna Krien.

This book - loved it!

I've had a few Phallic Friday posts where I've ranted about footy players and their stupid antics denigrating women, and thsi book is all about that.

It takes all my muddled up thought, all my ranting, all the feels I've ever had on the subject, and puts into a whole coherent book.

It's largely structured around a rape case involving AFL footballers, but it explores so much more. It looks at similar instances of rape of women in Rugby League (even if she mostly calls it rugby).

It then looks at the treatment of women, generally, in sport. It gives instances and anecdotes about the difficulties of being a female sports reporter and a club board member. It shows the fight women have had to be on equal footing with men, and not just slaving behind the scenes.

It sits on the fence, largely. I think this might be because Anna Krien is a journalist and wants to open up a discussion, not force her point of view at the world. This is responsible for most of the 1 and 2 star reviews I saw.

It's not a thick or heavy book. I read it quite quickly. I felt it synthesised so many thoughts that I had. It showed up the sporting world in a different light to how the media mostly portray it. And it showed a journalist who thought about the subject she was reporting on, not just wrote what she saw. Because she delved into the rape case, and thought about what wasn't being seen, said or investigated, she came up with a story that was so moving, I couldn't help but keep reading - and have undecided loyalties.

A fabulous read. I can't recommend it enough to women who like sport, but are confused by the behaviour of many men involved.