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  • Writer's pictureDarla Blake

Hello, my friends!

Hello My Friends!


Hello, hello. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Truthfully, this last year (or three) has sped past at such a pace that I’ve barely had time to catch my breath, but enough is enough! I always thoroughly enjoyed blogging here, telling my naughtiest secrets to an audience of willing deviants (was it Jung who said ‘the secret acts like a psychic poison’? Best get them all out, I say) and yet I’ve accidentally ended up leaving this space woefully deserted. Fear not; firstly, I’m back on it. Secondly, I’ve so many things I’ve been thinking about in my absence and want to talk (blog) about, and I’m aiming to try to write to you at least once a month from here on in (feel free to spank me if I fall behind). I’m also planning a new series ‘In Praise of…’, in which I’ll write about one particular thing that I love in each blog. I’ve just kicked it off with ‘In Praise of…High Heels’, originally written for the lovely KLE. Go over and read it now if it tickles your fancy!


Those of you who know me will probably know that my attention has been somewhat divided this last couple of years; when the pandemic hit, I had (coincidentally) just bought a cheap piano, not knowing that it would lead to completely rejuvenating my passion for playing. I’m now in a wonderful position of having some small performances to prepare for, and am even studying for a couple more diplomas that I’m hoping to take later this year. I’ve also recorded little bits of Chopin and Rachmaninoff in the past few months. Busy busy!




At least I’ve not been twiddling my thumbs. But my oh my, is my wayward side calling me home. There’s something about the promise of Spring that seems to fire up all of my erotic energy, and I feel such a strong desire to come out of hibernation. This winter has felt long, and cold (anyone else think so?). I’ve spent a lot of time in my home in the hills far away from London and, well, hiking and long baths are nice, but they’re not quite the same as sex, are they. I don’t know if you’re like me, but I find the prospect of sexy times after a period of relative abstinence just makes me want to do absolutely everything. Teasing, pleasing, grabbing, stroking, licking, fucking, feeling you watch me walk to the bathroom in the restaurant, my heels clicking on the floor and the outline of my suspenders lightly showing through my skirt. Naked fumbling, mutual masturbation, massage, kissing - oh my God - kissing, watching, being watched, ropes, silk, blindfolds, orgasms. Mmmmmf, orgasms. Where was I? Oh yes, I was telling you about what a good, (mostly) chaste little girl I’ve been recently, wasn’t I…


Anyway, I just thought I’d say hello - I’ve missed you! Let’s catch up over dinner, or under the sheets…your call.




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