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A collection of images that make me happy, in whatever form that happiness takes. Some are funny, some words to live by and certainly some that are just yummy *winks*


Me? I am English and live in London. Want to know more? Ask me.



Disclaimer: All images, unless otherwise noted, were either reblogged from other Tumblr blogs (mostly) or taken from other sites on the Internet and are assumed to be in the public domain. In the event that there is still a problem or error with copyrighted material, the break of the copyright is unintentional and noncommercial and the material will be removed immediately upon presented proof.

 

noheart2break asked
II was thinking of you and wanted to stop by to see what posts I may have missed and I find that you have been ill. I am sorry for your troubles and sincerely hope that you are feeling better.

Thank you so much. I am getting back on my feet after having a month of being sick and going in and out of hospital. I am just back at work as well which is not great but it adds to the normality of it all.
How are you? All okay/well I hope.
I promise I am still here just not logging on every day to post at the moment, but I will get there x

Anonymous asked
I hope you haven't given your tumblr up! Please come back!!

Hello there,
No I have not given it up. The last 4/5 weeks have not been very good, I have been in and out of hospital following a collapse in work and have been having various tests. I have been signed off work for the last 4 weeks and other than dealing with urgent things have been spent sleeping or having tests. I am getting results tomorrow and hopefully will get to work and start getting back to normal this week.
Promise I am still about just unwell. Thank your for concern and promise to return.
D x

Hello my lovely ones

Sorry for being away, life…. What can i say, *le sigh* then I ended up in hospital. I am now up and about and will be back to posting very soon *blows kiss*
Happy weekend to you all.

Happy Anniversary to my little blog - 2 years old this week, By way of saying thank you for being around to all my lovely followers - it’s a rare pic of me (don’t say I never give you anything!) :o) 

I hope everyone is having a lovely week and happy weekend-eve x

Happy Anniversary to my little blog - 2 years old this week, By way of saying thank you for being around to all my lovely followers - it’s a rare pic of me (don’t say I never give you anything!) :o)

I hope everyone is having a lovely week and happy weekend-eve x

rolledtrousers:

Sunk In
It’s hard to pinch yourself mid-fuck, so she had to make do with biting. 
Not that it was overly dream-like, that relentless pace hammering between her legs, the way she’d roll her hips backwards to meet him so that, at the apex of the thrust, they’d be so completely flush, his hips against her arse, skin against skin with any bit of air suffocated into non-existence. It wasn’t that she was needing to ground herself. She was just making sure. 
Actually, no, that wasn’t it either. it was more basic than that. It was the impulse to throw just one more thing into the pile, until you’re breaking under the weight of it all. She wanted one more sensation. One more thing to push her up and over that edge, so that she could forget about biting, forget about fucking, forget about everything and just blink. 
Or perhaps you could just waive it as an oral fixation, the desperate need to do something with your mouth. Maybe she was orally inclined; the faint saltiness on her tongue was a testament to that fact. And the way she was unable to stop her tongue running over whatever bit of flesh her teeth had snagged backed up the idea with a little extra evidence. Her arms, his neck, the backs of his hands; all of them were glistening with little patches of saliva, like puddles after rain. 
"Moan." He crooned in her ear, and she knew why she was a biter. At least now, in this moment, she knew why. To muffle, curb, reduce. To give her a little less vocal range and volume, and retain a touch more dignity than she would otherwise. 
The reason would change just as fast as that dick thrust between her legs, but for now, that was the answer she’d give to the question that no one but her over-active imagination was asking. 

rolledtrousers:

Sunk In

It’s hard to pinch yourself mid-fuck, so she had to make do with biting. 

Not that it was overly dream-like, that relentless pace hammering between her legs, the way she’d roll her hips backwards to meet him so that, at the apex of the thrust, they’d be so completely flush, his hips against her arse, skin against skin with any bit of air suffocated into non-existence. It wasn’t that she was needing to ground herself. She was just making sure. 

Actually, no, that wasn’t it either. it was more basic than that. It was the impulse to throw just one more thing into the pile, until you’re breaking under the weight of it all. She wanted one more sensation. One more thing to push her up and over that edge, so that she could forget about biting, forget about fucking, forget about everything and just blink. 

Or perhaps you could just waive it as an oral fixation, the desperate need to do something with your mouth. Maybe she was orally inclined; the faint saltiness on her tongue was a testament to that fact. And the way she was unable to stop her tongue running over whatever bit of flesh her teeth had snagged backed up the idea with a little extra evidence. Her arms, his neck, the backs of his hands; all of them were glistening with little patches of saliva, like puddles after rain. 

"Moan." He crooned in her ear, and she knew why she was a biter. At least now, in this moment, she knew why. To muffle, curb, reduce. To give her a little less vocal range and volume, and retain a touch more dignity than she would otherwise. 

The reason would change just as fast as that dick thrust between her legs, but for now, that was the answer she’d give to the question that no one but her over-active imagination was asking.