Tuesday 24 December 2013

Quote for the evening...

'Fully immersing yourself in some fucking fantastic raunch, does wonders for clearing the head (and helps ones body feel pretty darn fine too), I find.'

-Judi Reed, 2013

Saturday 21 December 2013

Quote for the evening...

'I love fucking myself, I'm getting so good at it!'

- anonymous, 2013 (published with permission)

3 cheers for this one I say :-)

Monday 16 December 2013

Quote for the evening....

'Have you ever noticed that the people who repeatedly ask you to trust them, are often the people you can trust the least?'

- anonymous, 2013 (published with permission)

Sunday 20 October 2013

Quote for the evening...

'White wine is like a lollipop..red is like bread.'

- Stephanie McCrabb, 2013 (after the red had run out)

Friday 18 October 2013

Tuesday 24 September 2013

Intangible – Prologue (erotica)


She didn’t even really know him, had only met him, briefly, before, but she could feel him.

She could feel it in her cunt, and radiating through the rest of her body, a tightening, an excitement, a liquid heat.

It was illogical, irrational, she’d been given no reason to believe they were going to fuck, but it was undeniable, her body knew, what her mind did not yet.

Tuesday 6 August 2013

Word of the day...perfect for winter...

Psychrocism - 'refers to those who are aroused by either being cold themselves or by watching someone who is cold....Some people have masturbated by putting a towel in the freezer and then laying it on their genitals and others have used icicles, ice packing or frozen food. One Californian man has reported that on several occasions after swimming in the ocean for 30 minutes during the winter he would obtain an erection that lasted two to three hours.'

- Brenda Love, Encyclopedia of unusual sex practices, 1998.

Tuesday 2 July 2013

Quote for the day....

'I'm going with the Johnson & Johnson baby no more tears formula today.'

- anonymous, 2013

Friday 7 June 2013

Decisions (poetry)

Let’s
Seize the day
Run with the bulls
Throw down the gauntlet
Grab the pot of gold
Grasp the brass ring
Break down the barriers
Leap tall buildings in a single bound
Stir the pot

Or should we?
Stop the speeding train
Be humble in defeat
Accept our fate
Play the damsel in distress
Believe whatever will be will be
Stay rooted to the spot
Not bite the poison apple
Instead?

- Judi Reed, 2013

Thursday 9 May 2013

Light (poetry)


I drink wine
A lot.
I smoke
A lot.
I meditate
In my courtyard
A lot.
Bad dreams
At first
Then better ones come
As I sit with Buddha
In my garden
Better thoughts come too
Slowly
Then the epiphany
I see the moon clearly
I see the stars clearly
I still drink wine
Not as much
I still smoke
Just as much
I meditate more
And my dreams become clear

- Judi Reed, 2013

Weight (poetry)


Heavy dank fog
Encasing
A scarred heart
Dark and ominous
Hands grasp out for something tangible
I see it
I reach for it
A voice tells me to.
But when my fingers curl
There is only the moisture
Of tears
To grasp
I’m left,
with a fist
My fingers touching nothing
But the palm of my hand
Encircling particles
Of someone else’s
Fantasies…
And my own…
Lost.

- Judi Reed, 2013

Monday 7 January 2013

Quote for the night...

'Sometimes curling up in the foetal position and having a good cry is the best, and only thing, left to do.'

- Judi Reed, 2013