It’s snowing in earnest, there’s a storm settling in, and I’ve got itches I can’t scratch and aching places that need the balm of words and I don’t want to do the vacuuming so I’m just here, writhing, restless, ill-equipped for such a long winter.
#FebPhotoFest Day 19 – Certain Dark Things
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. from Sonnett XVII by Pablo Neruda
#FebPhotoFest Day 18 – Lumberjack Bang
Waxing poetic, from me to you, from The Great White North
#FebPhotoFest Day 17 – The Complete Collection
Funny how a simple task, when properly motivated, can be satisfying and grounding. Empty drawers of toys. Create inventory. Put them away in an organized fashion. Lay in bed and eat candy and share pics of the collection. Kisses from Chez Violet. xo
#FebPhotoFest Day 16 – Life At Home
Living with a sex blogger means that sex toys are just a part of the landscape.
#FebPhotoFest Day 15 – Morning Routines
It’s been a good week for healthy habits. I’ve started sleeping at night again – incredible what you can accomplish when you’re not an insomniac – also, apparently I eat breakfast and do some yoga each morning now too. Who am I? Well, I’m who I’ve always been, I just have some new support for…
#FebPhotoFest Day 14 – Old Fashioned Tastes
To me, Valentine’s Day is filled with both nostalgia and promise. The romance of it far outweighs the commercialism for me. I enjoy it when the spoils of the day check off all the classics: chocolate, roses and quality time, and being as spoiled as I am, my lovely husband brought home an incredible…
#FebPhotoFest Day 13 – In the Beginning
These nipple vices were the very first bit of kink kit I ever bought. They are inexpensive, well made, and can get viciously tight but with a quick release feature for comfort and safety. To say I adore them is a gross understatement; in a word, they are heaven for a painslut like me. …
#FebPhotoFest Day 12 – People in Glass Houses
I think the adage “People in glass houses, shouldn’t throw stones” needs to be updated to “People with glass dildos should wank with the curtains open” I have a slowly growing glass toy collection and I doubt I will ever tire of these impossibly rigid and smooth candy coloured beauties.
#FebPhotoFest Day 11 – Taught Me To Weep and Moan
Cryin’ won’t help you, prayin’ won’t do you no good, Now, cryin’ won’t help you, prayin’ won’t do you no good, When the levee breaks, mama, you got to move. Lyrics from When the Levee Breaks by Led Zeppelin which you can listen to here
#FebPhotoFest Day 10 – Keyhole
I’m really enjoying February Photo Fest and I’m endlessly impressed with myself for keeping up. It’s been fun to take new pictures as well as reprise and re-edit some old favourites. I’ve been thinking more about voyeurism and private (vs public) exhibitionism. The photo below was posted last summer but I changed the editing to…
#FebPhotoFest Day 9 – The Princess and Her Noble Steed
Once upon a time …
#FebPhotoFest Day 8 – Princess
You treat me like I’m a princess I’m not used to liking that You ask how my day was You’ve already won me over in spite of me And don’t be alarmed if I fall head over feet And don’t be surprised if I love you for all that you are I couldn’t help it…
#FebPhotoFest Day 7 – Rope Reprise
A sloppy first self-tie snapped several years ago. It was euphoric to feel the rope on my skin and feel the vibrations running through the fibres, a bit like wearing nerves outside your skin, but pleasant. Rope gives my mind a rest, it allows it to slow down and come back into focus.
#FebPhotoFest Day 6 – The Smell Of Leather
Today is a two for one because I was remiss and I’m posting late. Naughty Violet. Speaking of, I tend to focus on my Femdom interests here but at my core I’m absolutely a switch. I’ve dabbled in lots of power dynamics but I haven’t shared much bottoming or submitting, not for awhile. The joy…
#FebPhotoFest Day 5 – Memory Lane
This picture brings back so many memories. It was the first time I tied a man up. I still remember my hands shaking, worried I’d do it wrong. (Rope Safety is real, friends!) I didn’t mess it up, though it was a unique pattern and not very durable. Luckily the play was light so the…