… I wanted to call this post ‘On Writing‘. I shan’t dwell on that though. However, if you haven’t read that particular title of Stephen King’s I highly recommend it.
Back to the post at hand and what perfect inspiration this week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt is for me. The blog has been quiet the last week or so. New working hours have been well and truly kicking my ass, there has been a lot of daytime snoozing to make sure my physical and mental health don’t slip. I have had to accept that for the moment the blog isn’t the most important thing in life right now. That doesn’t mean regular service won’t resume though, it will and the reason is that I love writing and when I saw the Wicked Wednesday prompt I knew it was the perfect blog post to kick start my writing again.
For me, writing has been an outlet of emotions since my teens. My first love when it came to producing writing was poetry. I can’t recall my exact age but I was around twelve I think when I read ‘Love’s Philosophy’ by Percy Bysshe Shelley. That single poem felt to me like the purest and most wonderful thing ever written. It sent me on a journey to discover a poem I loved more than that one. To this day I have never found one, that poem remains my all-time favourite. It moves something inside me everytime I read it and I never tire of it.
The last two or three weeks have seen being far less productive than I’d usually like to be, I still have a cough left over from what has to be the most evil cold I have had in a long time, I’ve been looking for a new day job, as a matter of urgency as I am currently unemployed which is not a happy place for me and the last week has been half term, which always disturbs my writing routine and rightly so because my small human is only 6 and is still at the stage of enjoying Mummy’s company, so I am aware that I should make the most of that before he’s older and too cool to hang out with me.
That doesn’t mean I haven’t been perusing blogs though and there have definitely been a lot of posts that I have really enjoyed. I’ve especially been enjoying the Halloween inspired posts throughout October and was inspired to explore some spooky writing myself which has been a lot of fun. Enough about me though, here are my top picks from the last couple of weeks.
Try as she might sleep finally stole her away from the world. She was a self-enforced insomniac, using as many methods as possible to reduce the amount she slept, much preferring her waking thoughts to those she battled within the darkness of slumber.
When her eyes opened she surveyed her surrounding as she always did, everything was as it was before she had fallen asleep, including the discarded socks on the floor and her kindle by her side having fallen from her hand as she dozed off. The signs were good. She’d slept and she’d woken, this would be a good day.
It was when she decided to sit up that she realised things were not as they seemed. She could move but everything was in slow motion, her limbs were heavy and one simple movement enveloped her in a lethargy that reduced her to complete stillness once again.
I’ve been a poorly pickle this week suffering from the evilest cold I’ve had in a long time, so none of my blogging has followed my intended plan. During the week, in a brief moment of feeling almost alive, I took some pictures with my purple Doxy. Intending to write a Wicked Wednesday post about two of my favourite purple toys (Doxy and Strapon). That didn’t happen, (I wrote this instead), but as a happy accident, I took this image and as soon as I saw it I knew it would be my pick for Sinful Sunday.
While it’s maybe showing a lot less of me than previous pictures, I really enjoy that to some degree the view is obscured by some sheet and Doxy head. Once I get past those things though I love how my boobs look and that alone is enough to want to share.
The header image is one of the images I took at the same time but heavily filtered for Instagram!
I haven’t perused all the Sinful Sunday images yet, but I have glanced at the thumbnails and once again I tell it is going to be a very sexy week. Please do check out all the other submissions and leave a like or comment for your favourites. People put so much effort into creating their images and I know the feedback is appreciated.
The questions for this week’s Food for Thought Friday are all about the 69 sex position. I don’t write much about specific sex acts, but for the sheer fact I have immense feels on the 69 position I am letting loose.
Sixty-nine or 69, also known by its French name soixante-neuf, is a group of sex positions in which two people align themselves so that each person’s mouth is near the other’s genitals, each simultaneously performing oral sex on the other. – From Google
So two of the questions poses over on Food for Thought Friday were; Is it, or has it ever been part of your regular “repertoire”? and What are your views on this particular activity? Yeah? Neah? Meh? I realised answering one would give away the answer to the other, so here goes, my thoughts on the sixty-nine position and probably the answers to both those questions.
I do like tattoos. I have 9, but one is still to be finished. Even when I was little I loved tattoos and found people with them utterly fascinating. My Mum however was less than impressed with this interest and because of her dislike of them I was 21 before I got my first one.
When I was 21 I had know my then partner for 2 years, we had just bought a puppy together and were both keen to get tattooed for the first time. We decided to get matching paw prints, they only small, about the size of a 50p piece. Mine is on the inside of my left ankle, his in the same place on his right ankle. Even thought we are no longer together, I have find memories of the 10 years we were together and I still love that little tattoo we got.
I have two tattoo that in memory of loved ones, one on my foot for my uncle and my largest piece on my back for my Mum. That particular tattoo took a long time to be completed. When I finally shared an image of it on Facebook, so many people said kindly how lovely it was, followed by how proud my Mum would be of it. To this day I find that hilarious because she’d be mortified I used her as a reason to get such a big tattoo. But she’s not here to tell me off any more so its tough!
I love my tattoos and they are all so special to me, and I have more I’d like to get. It’s a wonderful form of self expression for me, and has been much needed catharsis in some very troubled times.
2. How did you pick your online profile name?
Well I’ve had a few, but seeing as this is FlossDoesLife, let’s go for how I picked Floss. As many of you will know I quite often have bright coloured hair, more often than not a shade of pink. Not long after I’d joined the kink scene I was looking for a new Fetlife name, as the one I had was linked to a previous experience that I was eager to forget. One day a friend of mine said ‘Your hair is just like candyfloss. Oooh I’m going to call you Floss.’
I then remembered that as a little one my Mum used to call me FloozyFlo, which is a big giveaway as to what one of my given names is. With that in mind I changed my Fetlife name to FloozyFloss. When I decided to streamline all my social media accounts, and starts this blog in place of my previous one (which was attached to my previous Fetlife name) I decided to be like Cher and Madonna and just rechristen myself Floss.
It isn’t just my online name anymore, I am much more accustomed to people calling me Floss than any variation of my given name. Especially people within the kink community, friends I’m met in the last three years or anyone I’m likely to meet through blogging or podcasting. For me that’s not about keeping my identity private, though of course this is something I must be cautious of, it’s just that Floss feels like me.
3. What’s one saying you try to live by?
One of my favourites saying is …
I first found this when I was looking for quotes relating to Non-Monogamy and I think it works perfectly for that, but I think it is appropriate to so many relationships in this life.
4. What was the last bad meal you ate? Why was it so awful?
It’s been a really long time since I ate a bad meal. I mostly eat at home, and it’s usually food I’ve cooked myself and I cook up some delicious meals when I put my mind to it. So I’ll go for the worst meal I’ve ever eaten, which was when I first visited New York. I went with the school (we had an awesome Geography teacher that made it happen) so all our meals were planned in advance, in terms of where we were eating, there were then minimal options upon arriving. One even we visited China Town which I loved, so much so that’s where we stayed when we visited this year. Now there are some fabulous restaurants in China Town, my 16 year old self did not get to visit one.
We were served chicken soup, which was essentially a bowl of fat with bits of chicken carcass in, oh and sweetcorn, mustn’t forget the sweetcorn. It was completely inedible and I’m pretty sure we all went an bought snacks to help us survive until breakfast the next morning. I actually ate a lot of terrible meals during that holiday. So I am pleased to confirm that this years trip to New York involved some delicious meals.
5. When was your last bad sexual encounter? Why was it so awful?
Oh! I don’t really like this question! I hate talking about bad sex, mostly because a lot of the sex I’ve had that wasn’t great, was’t really anyone’s fault it was just down to poor communication and in all honestly a huge lack of knowledge on my part. I don’t know that I’ve ever had bad sex, but I have had sex that was just ‘meh’, not good, not bad, just perfunctory. That hasn’t happen for a very long time though.
Just prior to joining the kink scene I did have a dalliance where many of the sexual encounters I had with that person feel bad when I look back upon them. They feel bad for some many reasons, in part because they whole span of time with that person should never have happened. The locations of some of our sexual exploits were ill chosen, and some of what went down in our encounters are things I would now not accept as appropriate behaviour.
Bonus: Tell us something random.
Something random, well goodness me that’s nice and broad. Oh I know … as some of you will know, some of you won’t, I love Harry Potter. I used the audio books as bedtime stories and in generally Harry Potter is my happy place. This of course means I have visited Pottermore to discover more about myself and the Harry Potter world. My Pottermore credentials are as follows:
Hogwarts House: Slytherin
My Patronus: A Kingfisher
My Wand: Laurel wood with a Phoenix feather core 13″ and Surprisingly Swishy flexibility
Incidentally the Harry Potter love also relates to the question about tattoos. I have a small tattoo that has the Deathly Hallows sitting within a dot work heart. One day though I would very much like to add to the tattoo collection with some Harry Potter themed ink.
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A little while back the wonderful Posy Churchgate tagged me in a Erotica competition on Twitter and I didn’t enter. Then she tagged me again because the deadline had been extended for entries and I did enter. The finalist have been announced for that competition and I am one of them. Which means I owe Posy a massive thank you for tagging me not once, but twice, because without that I would not have entered.
‘Would you like some cake? I made it myself.’ Her eyes light up, and she accepts gratefully. I watch as cake crumbs fall onto her pert breasts and my mind wanders to touching and tasting, and I don’t for one minute mean the cake. – Excerpt from Beauty and the Babe
When I first started this blog I wasn’t involved in the blogging community at all. Through the podcast I started to converse with other podcasters, and that felt like a far easier community to break into that the blogging one. Until that is I realised something, I hadn’t actually tried to be part of the blogging community.
When I decided to eventually start taking part in things within the blogging community I will be honest and say I did so because I thought it might be a good way to promote ProudToBeKinky. However, far more of you visit me for my writing than my podcasting, so I can be upfront and say that plan did not work out.
Usually listen to an audiobook or read something on my kindle. If I let myself get distracted by anything else like social media when I can’t sleep then I’ll I end up never getting sleepy. Books though in both their forms are great for helping me relax enough to doze off. Thankfully it isn’t that often that I can’t sleep. Perhaps it would be a preferable option over some of the sleep oddities I do have though!
2. My dream bedroom would be full of _____ .
If it could be an NSFW bedroom then 100% I’d want it to be full of BDSM equipment. A bed with a cage underneath and lots of potential for tying someone to it. All my toys and accessories would be stored in some kind of order and would be easy to access at all times. There would also be enough space for at least 4 other pieces of Bondage equipment, or perhaps it would have an en-suite dungeon attached to it. In terms of colour schemes I’d probably keep it fairly ‘traditional’. I like the black and red or black and purple aesthetics that you often find associated with dungeons.
If it had be SFW though which in fairness it has to be in reality because I have a little boy. Then my dream bedroom would be the kind of bedroom you’d imagine a 5 year old having. All the pink, lots of glitter, unicorns, princesses and cats. I’d have a framed pictured of each My Little Pony hanging up There’d also be loads of cuddly toys including a vast quantity of Build A Bears.
Bite Me; for some it’s an invitation for some it’s a warning and woe betide the fool who gets that wrong.
If you aren’t checking out ALL the Sinful Sunday images each week then you are missing out! There are always so many smokin’ hot images and the real sin is not indulging in them.
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