Knackered...but some random photos....

My tattooed feet and feeding the fish in Darwin

I just liked this picture from the Wildlife Park...no other reason

This is one of the whip rays - like a sting ray - I hand fed - most fun - you get in the water - bury your toes so they don't think they're food and they eat out of your hand

Burt the crocodile - he was in Crocodile Dundee - I think he looks very intelligent

A jumping croc...why do they jump? Because they can and who's going to stop 'em?

Me - hot and sweaty but sun smart...

This week on the blog...

Last year I saw a great flight special to Darwin so I thought I’m going to nab that and go check out the capital city of Australia’s Northern Territory. So that’s where I am for the week…checking out the Never Never. Where is Darwin? It’s about 3.5 hours by plane from where I live in Brizzie. What’s in Darwin other than myself? Click here and here

And no, the blog won’t be empty so wander on by and check it out. This is what you can look forward to while I’m away…

Handling Gwen by Allure Van Sans…huge warning – this is an adult except. Click on the cover to buy…

The excerpt…

“Look at you,” she taunted. “Straining against your underwear—boxers maybe?” When he nodded she laughed and began to stroke him. “With just a little work, I can make your cock fall through the hole. Then you’ll be one layer closer to feeling your shaft against my soft hand. You’d like that, wouldn’t you Mr. Pierce?”
Hell, yes! “No,” he grunted instead, wanting her to push things further.
He wasn’t disappointed.
“You’re a liar!” She laughed, and he heard the rustle of fabric.
Yes! Knowing the pussy he needed so badly would soon be his made his dick throb. She’d lift her skirt, take his cock out of his pants and mount him right there against the chalkboard.
Taking a deep breath through his nostrils, he leaned his head back, waiting.
Click, click!
What the fuck?
His eyes popped open, focusing first on Gwen’s face and next on the phone she'd just used to snap photos of him. Explicit photos . . . the kind he wouldn’t be able to explain to the school board.
Her lips were parted, and her tongue was millimeters away from his chin. He had practically posed for the picture with his head leaned back and his eyes blissfully closed.
“You bitch,” he sneered, and made a grab for the phone. But her hand on his cock tightened painfully.
“You try to stop this and I push ‘send-to-all’. You try to take my phone I’ll get twitchy and push the button.”
The moist tip of her tongue traced up from his chin to his bottom lip where she lapped over the swell. “I think you understand me, don’t you, Mr. Pierce?”
Well, so much for making it hard for her. She had blackmail now and if he didn’t want the picture sent out to all her schoolmates, he'd have to play Gwen’s bitch boy.
For the moment.
Already there were retributive thoughts running through his head he promised to implement later. For now, he’d make sure little Gwen got the fucking of a lifetime, just in case this was his only opportunity.
“I understand you, Gwen.”
“Good, now get on your knees.”
He nearly choked. “What?”
“I don’t want to keep repeating myself. I said get on your knees.”
Glaring at her, he lowered to his knees. She maneuvered his chair close and propped one of her legs up on the seat. Her plaid skirt lifted, glancing off her tanned flesh and showing him the soft pink petals of her sex. The smell of her arousal wafted like a home-cooked meal to a starving man and he was oh-so-ready to dine.
“As I was saying, Mr. Pierce, I will tell you what I want once. If I have to tell you a second time, I push send.”
“Gwen,” he feebly protested, “I don’t think now is the time to—”
“Are you testing me?!”
Shit. Hastily, he shook his head.
“Then shut up and eat my pussy.”
Fuck! Her sharp command sent a shiver of happy down to his pants, tightening his erection to its full. He wasn’t usually the kind of man who liked to give over control. He was a dominator, taking what he wanted or manipulating until what he wanted fell in his lap.
Perhaps this time his technique was a little too effective. Instead of pushing her to perform acts he couldn’t initiate, he gave her the opportunity to take over and turn the situation into The Gwen Show.
“Now!” she demanded. She grabbed the back of his head and shoved his mouth directly onto her soaked cunt.
“Mmmph!”

Allure Van Sanz
http://allurevansanz.blogspot.com

‘Got nothing much….

…other than I booked a trip to Darwin – the Never-Never. It’s up in the Northern Territory of Australia. Its home to Kakadu (Crocodile Dundee country) and Uluru (Ayres Rock). Why Darwin? Not sure. I just have this intense urge to go there and I always believe in following urges like this. Mind you, I’m not going until March. Why March? I looked at a calendar and March jumped out at me. For some reason I know I’m supposed to be in Darwin in March – and who am I to question the workings of kismet?

‘Got this though…

BREAD, cling wrap and chicken skin are being used as contraceptives by UK women, which may explain why it has the highest accidental pregnancy rate in Europe.

http://www.news.com.au/couriermail/story/0,23739,26035229-5013016,00.html

Okay, it’s not funny - but it is. Bread? Seriously? What nong would believe that? When I read this I thought of the reader emails I get asking me ‘why so many condoms’ in my books? Imagine how hard it would be to make using bread sexy in a book. What would the foreplay be like? She grabs the loaf tight to her naked breasts, drops her head down and tears a piece of bread off with her teeth, her eyes lock with his and she says, in between mouthfuls, “Do I need a half a slice or a full slice with you, big boy?” Or does he run a crusty baguette up and down her soft inner thighs and say, “Do you know what I’m going to do with this, darlin’?’" And she says “Not without butter and vegemite you’re not.”

This is what I think…safe sex is smart sex. Use the condom not bread. Bread is for toast and sandwiches. Don’t use it anywhere else.

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