I want to try and write this blog post without using the word ‘Period’. Damn, failed already. Let me explain. For the majority of my time I feel no need, no urge, no compulsion to let Sarah out for her fun. It’s just not there. I don’t suddenly think of her and get a guilt… Continue reading When is a Fetish not a Fetish?
There are time when I want to talk about why I have this ‘interesting’ urge. There are times when I want to try and justify to the world why I occasionally let Sarah out of her pink-furred box. There are times when I want to share the happiness, to let others know that it’s not… Continue reading I’m in the mood for a gush.
If I have one regret, and hell, I have a few, it’s that I really fall foul of the standard guilt-ridden T-Gurl archetype. I get great joy from dressing, and then after a month or so of ruminating I get guilt which is often followed by the short-term cathartic exercise of purging all my girlie… Continue reading Joy, guilt, purge, repeat….
Long story short – I’ve always been so far into the closet that I kept tripping over lamp-posts and wondering why it was so cold in there (hint, C.S.Lewis reference). Until very recently that is. I’ve always planned and executed my dressing sessions with near-military levels of planning. Everything folded and placed in backpacks under… Continue reading When dressing turns to erotica…
I discovered Hell Bunny dresses in an amusing way. Some of my female friends were chatting on Facebook about retro styles and I was, well, listening as you do (none of them know about Sarah), and ‘Hell Bunny’ was mentioned. I went off and did some hunting around, found a cool place to buy them… Continue reading ‘Hell Bunny’ dresses – deliciousness
If you want to know what kind of girl a man is attracted to make him pick out some clothes and a makeup style. And then make him wear them. I never saw myself as a blonde but in one of my first photoshoots I tried a blonde wig with fashionable roots, combined with a… Continue reading Being ‘That’ Girl
In my last photoshoot the sublimely talented and beautiful make-up artist (shameless plug for Cindy at Boys will be Girls) continually told me that I looked like a housewife who had had a couple of children. That statement should have caused the bloke-part of me to ponder the moment, but it didn’t. It felt wonderful… Continue reading The Housewife Fantasy
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