Only Fans

So after many requests and a negative bank balance I am back on Only Fans lovers.

It’s an extension of my memoirs and creativity that is strictly Adults Only.

So my sultry memoirs continue with a little help from my subscribers. Be part of the solution lovers and let me know what gets you off?

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Apologies Lovers……

I am inundated with my assignments for my Master’s at the moment. As well as 3 commissions and an artwork for a bottle of wine – yes wine – I am crazy busy but absolutely loving it! My dream of earning a living from my passion is really kicking in and I hope it NEVER stops!

My next blog should drop early November when uni is out of the way for 2020 and will be about playing with three or more ie threesomes, foursomes, swingers etc. So feel free to ask any questions or drop me a line here to let me know what else you would like to know or discuss because I welcome your input.

Until then stay safe lovers and live your dreams coz they can come true xxx

Ripped – oil on canvas by Leesa Gray-Pitt

What kind of Slut Are You?

This is taken from the website – A home that I found after reading the brilliant book ‘Witches, Sluts, Feminists” by Kristen Sollee. All the sluts must get onto this sight and check out the vast amount of info and amazing sluts around.

I have been trying to reclaim there word SLUT for years, as my friends know, and it did prompt me to come up with an acronym for this wonderful word to bring it into a more positive light. after much consultation with afore mentioned girlfriends we came up with Sexually Liberated Ultra Tasty with a close second being Sexually Liberal Ultimate Tease but you get the gist.

Would love to hear more acronyms so please share them in the comments section of the blog and while you’re there let me know What type of SLUT are you? Personally I’m a few of these SLUTs!

What Type of Slut are You?


Supposedly some brand of feminism out there is saying that we have reclaimed the word “slut.” In a manner that has supposedly neutralized the effect of racial slurs and homophobic put downs, this once slanderous word has been redefined to entail feminist inclusion and overcoming the sexist attitudes of pop culture. But what, exactly, is a slut? Do you know what qualifies someone to be a slut? You see, slut is a nuanced word that can be applied to a myriad of situations. Rather than applying the term to one blanket definition, the word slut has many different meanings and subcategories. So it is with great pleasure that I would like to break down for you the many varied types of sluts you might encounter out there in the world, and what qualifies them as sluts.

Sex Positive Slut This is the slut who lobs around words like “polyamorous” and “polyandrous” and “open relationship” and “primary partner” and “communication.” This is the slut who marches ahead, unafraid of her sluttiness and the social stigma that might be attached to having four boyfriends, all of whom themselves have two or three girlfriends apiece. She’s the type of slut who lets everybody knows that she’s a slut, including all her current boyfriends, all her potential suitors, her friends, her roommates, and pretty much anyone that is at all curious as to whether or not she’s a slut. She might not use the word “slut” to describe herself, but she’d probably laugh and nod in agreement if you called her that.

Sex Worker Slut The sex worker slut is a classic slut. She belongs to a special breed of slut that belongs to the oldest profession in the world, and she’s also the kind of slut that is smart enough to turn her promiscuous ways into a money making enterprise. Whether it’s porn, dom work, escorting, stripping or good, old fashioned prostitution, the sex worker slut is a professional fucker. And while she might not consider herself to be a slut outside of her work (or maybe she does), she does have one fuck of a job.

Cheater Slut You know this woman – the one who’s always cheating on her boyfriend. She’s an archetypal slut because even if she hasn’t slept with that many people, the word slut is going to be one of the first epithets that her [ex?] boyfriend throws at her. Even if she isn’t a slut in the classic sense of sleeping around with hella dudes, it’s the situational implication of sluttery that earns her the qualification to stand within the pantheon of sluts.

Down Low Slut This woman does not kiss and tell. Probably because what you don’t know won’t hurt you, and while she’s juggling text messages from this one guy she’s dating, and trying to fend off another that thinks he’s her boyfriend, and getting the guy at the end of the bar to buy her drinks while she contemplates another one night stand, she’s probably telling everybody else that she’s single. Depending on the level of discretion that her partners are willing to submit to, the down low slut can have her cake and eat it, too, but it is a juggling act that requires some NSA-like sneakiness skills.

Not Down Low Slut Well, we all know she’s a slut. Probably because she broadcasts it in a very loud manner. She’s slept with everyone we know, and all their friends, and they all know it, and all their friends know it, too. She doesn’t care who knows, which is probably why she talks about her variety of one night stands on Twitter, and her brazen attitude helps her rack up points on the # of dudes she’s fucked scale. You go girl!

Serial Monogamist Slut This is the kind of woman who never sleeps with two dudes at once. She’s a one man kind of woman, even if those men come in a ceaseless parade of one after another after another. Whether her relationships last two weeks or two years, as soon as they’re over, she’s onto the next one, because there’s always one waiting in line for the next man to fall.

Strategic Slut The strategic slut is the kind of slut who’s a few steps away from being a sex worker slut, but because she’s not asking for money outright she doesn’t technically qualify as a sex worker slut. The strategic slut is the type of sexually affluent woman who sleeps around because she’s in full control of her sexual capacities, and whether it’s for social, political, professional or financial gains, sleeping with a few well picked men is really going to help her get ahead in life. While she might also technically be a down low slut or a serial monogamist slut, the fact that she is motivated by something in addition to sex puts her a step ahead of most other sluts.

Blow Job Slut She might not pull her panties down, but she’ll open her mouth up and take whatever he gives her. Because if she just gives a dude a blow job, then she hasn’t *actually* slept with him, she’s just kinda fooled around with him. Which means that if she hasn’t slept with him, her number won’t go up, which is fine, because when she’s talking with her friends she won’t sound like she’s slept with too many dudes. It’s an acceptable remedy for a nonexistent problem, because the fact of the matter is at the end of the day you’re still a slut, regardless of whether or not you’re in denial about it.

New Slut a.k.a. the sexually inexperienced slut. She’s new to the game, because, for whatever reason, she’s just discovered that she can sleep around, have a blast and get away with it. Maybe she’s coming out of a long term relationship, maybe she’s just beginning to rebel against her parents, or maybe it’s that point in college that some of us reach when the urge to fuck around kicks in full force. Regardless, she’s just hitting her stride when it comes to sleeping around, and while her greenness might be part of her appeal, it won’t be long before she learns the ropes of how to be a good slut.

Not Actually a Slut This is the kind of woman who claims to be a slut, but is in fact not a slut. She might bemoan the fact that she has slept with too many men, but there are women out there who think that sleeping with two men makes them a slut. Perhaps within your Christian community you might be considered a slut, but in the grand scheme of sluttery you might be a bit underqualified to be considered an actual, bona fide, tried and true slut. So, try harder next time!

Recovered Slut We all know her – she’s the one who slept around with everybody she knew a while back, but now she has changed her ways. While sleeping around might have been more fun, or more feasible, in her younger years, nowadays she is thoroughly content to hang out with her cats and/or her boyfriend (or maybe even husband! And kids!). Talking about her wild days might be a rare act of nostalgia, and once you’re a slut – well, you’re not always a slut, but you’re never going to forget what it was like to be a slut. That’s for sure.

What Kind Of Slut Are You?

Desire II

A Cherry Ripe for the Plucking –

So where was I to find a guy to taste the ripeness of my cherry?

All the boys I knew had girlfriends

I was in such a hurry to lose my virginity I didn’t care who did it! I was introduced to a guy called Dave who was eager to do the task. He wasn’t a very good looking guy but he had a panel van and lived in a caravan at the back of his parents place – sounded good to me haha! 

I remember laying there naked on the bed in his caravan, he climbed on top and started pushing his hard cock inside me. It hurt but I persisted waiting for that all important climax – that passion and erotic beauty I saw on film – but it was all over in a matter of minutes! I was left sore and bleeding and wondering what the hell had happened? 

Where were the fireworks? The fantastic orgasm?? I knew I could cum, after all I’d done it many times on my own with fantastic results!

I had sex with Dave many times with similar results – nothing! Sure it felt good at times but that was about it! Was I missing something? Turns out I was! Sex just isn’t about the act. It’s about feeling a connection with someone. At the very least being attracted to the person you’re fucking! Feeling that heart beating rush of lust when someone you’re attracted to walks through the door. Your pussy throbbing and wet at the thought of what could be……

And that is what I should’ve waited for my friends. Why had I been in such a rush to lose my virginity?  If I could talk to the 15 year old me, I would tell her to wait! Wait until you find someone you’re attracted to. Someone who will take the time to kiss you right! To make you feel good! To make you feel beautiful and desirable – then you’ll know it’s the right time to offer yourself and give in to those animalistic urges – give in to lust!

So my advice to anyone out there that just wants to get it “done with” Don’t! Please Wait! Because there’s someone better and you’ll know when it’s right. And I’m not even talking about love. Coz you can have a whole lot of great sex without love. I’m just talking about a connection of some sort – lust, attraction, passion – then its game on!

Kiss My ASS

Birds and Bees

Despite the lack of sex education at my all girls catholic school (we were taught abstinence) How ridiculous! Coz you know if you tell kids not to do something of course they’re going to listen hahahahahaha! 

What a load of bullshit! Any one with children knows if you tell them NO – then it’s like a red rag to a bull! They’re gonna go and do it full speed ahead!

I knew, thanks to my mum and the book she got from the library, that you could fall pregnant the first time – any time you had sex! 

Yes my mother got me a book from the library to teach me about the birds and the bees.  Libraries are places where books can be borrowed, for those that don’t know haha! With the introduction of the world wide web there isn’t much need for borrowing books.  All the information you might need – and then some – is only a click away…..

My first introduction to periods and all this reproduction stuff came about when I was 9 or 10.  I was hanging out with 2 of my friends, Carmen and Sandra,  when they started talking about how women bleed once a month from there vagina!


I told them they were full of shit!  I was horrified!!  They were persisting that it was truth so I ran all the way home to my mother, spitting forth the vile things that these girls were declaring when my mum said “honey I think you better sit down” or something to that effect.  She confirmed the horrid truth and promptly got me the book to read!  

Fuck me!  I am going to have to put up with bleeding once a month in order to procreate!  Fuck I wanted to be a boy SO bad at that stage!  All the fun and NONE of the consequences!  Hhhhmmmmm!  Wear a surfboard between my legs, not go swimming and go on the pill if I wanted sex with no babies!

So I went to a doctor to get the pill. 

Yes I am one of those people that always thinks of the consequences of their actions – or as I like to say – smart! Bloody common sense if you ask me. There’s no way I was going to lose my virginity and get lumbered with a baby or have an abortion!

Any way back then – yes I’m old – you had to be 16 years old to get the pill!  So I lied about my age which was easy as I’m tall & went and purchased my little pack of safety. I was working as a checkout chick at KMart so had my own money. No need to lie to mum or pinch money out of her purse coz I had the cash. I just had to find a good place to hide them – inside the lining of my butterfly pyjama bag.

Now all I needed was a guy to pluck my cherry!

Such an Angel


I just knew I had a yearning. A desire deep down in my blood, to my core! A warmth and tingle every time I saw a boy I was attracted to – and there were plenty! Rock stars, actors and local boys – so many got my blood pumping, heart racing, wet between my legs, stomach cramping desire going crazy! I’d go crazy for Michael Jackson, JPY, DLR, Suzi Quattro, Stevie Nicks – ok so girls get me hot too – no labels if I’m attracted to someone I don’t care age, sex, gender, race, count me in! But a big hard throbbing meat injection was definitely my main objective!

I used to lay in my bed and imagine what it would be like to have sex. To feel that passion! Warm breath on you, soft lips kissing hard, skin on skin, tongues wet and parting each other’s lips! 

Oh how I wanted to know what it was like – sex! Fucking! Making love! Rooting! Screwing! God I couldn’t wait!!!

I’d seen those romantic movies and I’d seen porn! Damn it looked so fucking good I had to try it! I wanted to feel a hard cock push into the wetness of my tight virgin pussy! Did it hurt the first time? Maybe it would but all those girls looked like they were loving it – I had to try! I needed to know! I wanted to orgasm like that not on my own masterbating all the time. I wanted the real thing!!! 

Only problem was my boyfriend at the time wouldn’t – yes WOULDN’T – have sex with me! He was 18 and I was 15 – not yet of legal age – so being the good gentleman that he was he declined my invitation to take my virginity. So I set about dropping his ass and finding someone who would do the deed!


I’m so over the inequality between women and men! I’m over inequality period!!! Between the sexes, races, genders…. Really are we all that shallow that we cannot realise that we are all the same? We all bleed & we all love & we all hurt the same! Regardless of sex, race, age, gender, religion – we are all part of this beautiful world and it’s time we started  loving one another and this planet we live on!

Back to my first post regarding the fact that men fuck around and they’re patted on the back. Called a stud & high fived all around! 

Women do the same and we are whores or sluts! I really am sick of labels! If it’s right for one sex then it’s fine for the other. Hell let’s face it – if you are doing anything that’s consensual between adults then fuck anyone that doesn’t agree with you. 

What is wrong with adults doing whatever they want as long as they aren’t harming anyone else? I do not understand this big brother bullshit we have going on in this country? You realise Australia was behind NZ in legalizing equal rights in marriage? Seriously??? The patriarchy is rife in this country!

We all belong to the same race – the human race – its time we remembered that!

I was labeled a slut right back when I was 16 years old! A slut hahaha! I’d slept with 2 guys wowwwww! What a whore – seriously! I was shunned by my friends. No one would talk to me. I was locked out! And women are the worst! The way we treat each other is shameful. Whatever happened to the sisterhood? I think I need a chapter on that too.

In the end the guys in my neighbourhood started coming by. See guys get over shit. Girls are cunts and hold everything against you – they don’t even try and learn the truth! Rumour is the worst. We’ve all heard of Chinese whispers and chicks are the best at spreading that shit! 

Sometimes I wish I had a dick just to see what it was like. The power, the orgasm, to shove my cock in some bitches throat and blow my load without consequence! Hey I’m a guy, I don’t get pregnant, I blow and I’m happy! Roll over and go to sleep! 

What you didn’t cum? But we fucked for 10 minutes hahahaha!

Yeah well there’s another million blog posts right there 💋

My 20th Birthday.

Bullying Part 1

There were a number of times in my life that I’ve been bullied and they weren’t all at school! Work and life come with their own sets of bullies and it really is something that needs to be stopped!

I was rather a chubby kid! Not only due to my genetic makeup (my whole family struggled with weight issues) but the fact that my brothers and I were asthmatics and were on loads of meds including steroids, well that really makes it hard to lose weight. My dad used to wake my brother and I at 6.30am every morning to jog around the park behind our house! How I hated those days! I never did like exercise but I do love how it changes your body. The awesome boost to your mental health with all that serotonin is always a plus but back then I hated those days!

My mum joined Weight Watchers when I was 11 and there started my affair with weight loss – a journey that continues to this day. But I am coming to the realisation that it’s so not about weight, or size or any of those external aesthetics. Being beautiful certainly comes from within and we are all worthy – we always have been – it was the media, society that convinced us otherwise! It’s a shame it took me so long to get that but each decade my body changes and each decade I get happier with what it has achieved. But I digress…..

There are some things that bullies do to you that affect you the rest of your life and this is one! I was in Grade 6 at St Leo’s Primary School and guess what my nickname was???

No you’ll never guess but it has stayed with me until this day – Ten Tonne Tessy! Thank you to the awesome person who came up with that one! I’m at a Catholic school and I’m getting bullied! Yeah those Catholics are really taught well! Maybe they should have taught us more of the New Testament instead of the old – love one another as I have loved you comes to mind.

I especially remember the boys being so mean about it! I would love to know if any of my class mates remember? I’m sure none of them know the damage it did and how I perceived myself and probably a little, still do through their eyes then!

I remember spending many lunches on my own, hating myself and the way I looked! Desperately wanting to be the skinny cool girl instead of the fat frumpy one with half a tooth at the front! (That’s another story) but a huge reason I hated my smile.

No! Bullies have no idea the damage they do and it’s even worse in this day and age of the World Wide Web & the small gutless ones who sit behind a keyboard spewing forth hate – not even caring what it’s doing to the person at the other end of their vile hurtful comments!

They won’t understand that the saying “sticks and stones will break my bones but names will never hurt me”


Because names do hurt! And they stay with you forever sometimes! Yep too bad none of my “Christian” classmates were listening at church.

My mother always said “if you have nothing nice to say then say nothing at all” and I’ve tried to live by that and have taught my children the same!

My kids too have been bullied and again we try to understand the reason behind why a person behaves the way they do. We know there’s something going wrong at home most of the time causing them to take out their wrath on someone innocent- an easy target!

The sad thing is if everyone knew how important and beautiful they are – if love, self esteem and inner peace were taught at school the bullying I’m sure would stop! Because most of the time bullies are belittling and hurtful to someone in order to make themselves feel better and more important.

Self love

Self esteem

Self awareness


Love for each other



These are the things we should be teaching our children along with the three R’s!

If we truly want to change the world then we must start with ourselves 💜


The neighbourhood I grew up in was full of boys! Being the eldest and the only girl in my family, having 2 younger brothers, I was used to dealing with testosterone filled males! Honestly I think I do have some rather male traits including great map reading, good at math and being able separate sex and love haha! Something I discovered many woman can’t do! Maybe a little gender bias but an honest observation. My mother was absolutely hopeless – no sense of direction at all she would get lost finding her car in the car park! But I digress…….

I loved playing with their train sets and car racing more than my stupid dolls.

Anyway I grew up in a predominantly male area. There were no girls to go and hang with so I hung with the boys.

There were 3 brothers who lived up the road and we used to play kiss chasey & truth or dare even cowboys and Indians with those guys. I’m really not sure how old I was but I was definitely under 10 and I had a huge crush on the middle boy – Colin! We used to play doctors and nurses, him and I. We would sneak into the cubby house and pretend to fix each other haha. We must’ve known it wasn’t quiet right to be looking at each other’s bits because we always did it in hiding, Scared to get caught with our pants down. Maybe that’s why the thrill of maybe getting caught is so exciting and adds to the pleasure of sexual exploits – that adrenaline rush……

As we grew older we did steal a few simple kisses – no huge pashes or anything (not even any tongue) but my heart used to quicken when I saw him and that sick feeling and realization of something new & strange stirring in my stomach and loins.

Oh the innocence and joy of those summer days and nights. Before life got complicated and all you had to worry about was getting home quickly when the street lights went on so as not to get into trouble.

No mobile phones!

No internet!

Just young bodies blossoming and pumping with hormones…..

Me and my brother circa 1972

The start…

I really do not know where it all began? How do you pinpoint a time in your life where you understood? Where you knew what you were doing and feeling was sexual? Because I didn’t realize at 11 years old that what I was doing was having an orgasm. I just knew it felt good! That rubbing my vagina – my clit really – on the bars that surrounded the play ground or on the corner of the bathroom bench top was sexual! I just knew it felt real good and took me to a place that I later found out was ecstasy.

I remember being aroused by the thought of boys. The girl across the road was blonde and maybe 10. We used to pretend we were girlfriend and boyfriend. I was the boy hahaha I was always the boy! Even at dance classes because I was so tall I was the boy but I do think I definitely have male tendencies. Either way I was the boy in our little roll play and we would kiss and caress each other – fully clothed mind you – and pretend we were making love. Not that we really knew what that was but we’d seen movies and television. Kissing each other with her on top. Grinding against each other until I reached climax. Not that I knew it was an orgasm then – I just knew what we did felt good. I don’t know if she cum or not. I assume it felt good for her because we kept doing it! Week after week. I don’t know for how many weeks but it’s a blissful memory to me now and obviously now I know what all those feelings were! But did everyone feel that way at 11 years old. Does everyone have a sexual awakening that early?

From what I’ve learnt over my 50 odd years – no they don’t! Or they’re too afraid to voice it. I know we all have different desires and very different libidos which is sad because it’s really what causes a lot of trauma in relationships but it goes beyond sex! Are we really meant to be monogamous or is it a rule put on society by religion and man to keep women in their place as mother, nurturer, posession?

I’ve always felt that men are applauded for their sexual exploits but women are vilified! Men are slapped on the back “good on ya buddy” it’s expected! Women are just called sluts – whores!! For what? Doing exactly what a man does! Why?

I think it’s time we reclaim our bodies and the terms used to vilify us. I’m taking slut, whore, witch and all the other terms – I’m taking them back! These labels should be ones of power and strength so let’s do it!