. Let me pull The bedsheets Under your chin… Sigh out, And take a deep Breath in… It is ok, Everything’s fine I am yours And you’re mine! Nothing else matters As long as we rest, Cuddled up together In our fragile nest… Night night, Dearest Don’t worry, I love you And I wouldn’t want…… Continue reading Our fragile nest…
. Not as in the women that sell their bodies. Sorry if I misled you… But the above picture should have given you a clue I wasn’t going that way. Then again, if it brought you here, all for the better. No, I meant slut in danish, which means end. Something’s ending might sound negative…… Continue reading Slut!
. I only rarely get sick… I often brag that living in Guinea for five years built me a kickass immune system. And the past three years, my natural ability of not getting ill everytime someone sneezes has been significantly helped by the fact that Chéri and I have taken all precautions we could, not…… Continue reading I only rarely get sick…
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. This will be short (I know, I always say that and end up blabbering endlessly). My dear Lovelies, I miss working with you. If you’ve only recently pulled yourself a chair, to spend a little time in The Cove, you probably don’t know what I am talking about. But if you’re a long time…… Continue reading Just thinking…
I was invited (well, not personally, but still) to Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided…… Continue reading Kære Danmark… (March 10th FFF)
. Happy Friday, Lovelies! I hope you had a good week. Our little chat session will take place today (in about an hour) and I can’t wait to meet with you once more! I’ll be online at 6 pm Eastern time, waiting for you… As usual, you can come and join in on video,…… Continue reading Skypy Friday!
Absinthe dreams, Tingling liquid Fingertips Holding the key To the forbidden Land… I walk blinded, Wrist-bound And gagged… Following the Ethereal whispers Of old yearning Fantasies. Should I dare Dip a toe In your dark Waters, and Risk drowning In your haunting Gaze? Another drink, My mind swirls And for a moment I lean on…… Continue reading Absinthe dreams
. As you might know, on January 8th, I embarked on my (new) journey to learn Danish. Crazy, I know… But since Chéri and I are planning a new trip to Vikingland soon, it motivated me to press the ”subscribe here” button, and I did embark this insane roller-coaster. Surprisingly, though I didn’t post about…… Continue reading Work in progress…
. Monochromic stormWhen emptiness swallows all, Light always peeks through… . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Shot of an immersive exhibition, where white light designs are pojected in a pitch black room.
Cyranny's Cove 