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A Beggar with Soft Hands

I do believe that it’s important to give something back to those in need when I am going through times of good fortune and my chosen charities are help for heroes and the street homeless of London. I also believe that those doing the collecting for help for heroes should be supported and encouraged, as long as they are not chuggers; which I don’t believe that they employ. I remember , not so long ago seeing young soldiers in uniform in Victoria Station collecting for help for heroes and people were just streaming past them acting as if they weren’t even there – I was disgusted. I always aim to give as much money as I can to registered help the heroes collectors as our armed forces put their lives and livelihood at huge risk for us, with very little in support quite often, when things go wrong.

And ahem. As some of you know I do have a thing for soldiers in uniform too… but I don’t think that enjoying giving money to handsome young men in uniform is necessarily a bad thing. I’ll also never forget my night with two handsome marines but that is all I have to say on that particular matter…

I know that not everyone believes that you should give money to homeless people as they are bound to spend the money on ‘drink and drugs’ well I’m sure that some of them do but I don’t feel that it’s my right to judge them – it’s pretty tough on the streets, I have done both paid and voluntary work with them for years on and off and what they choose to do with the money is up to them; I do avoid those who appear to be obviously high or drunk because they are already in a vulnerable state and I have seen what heroin and severe alcoholism can do, I don’t want to support it but if they have a habit that they are managing then that’s their business, not mine. I give as many pound coins as I can spare and the money may go on booze and fags (and I don’t care if it does) but it may just as well go towards food for them, their dog, a hostel for the night … and often does I think, much better that it goes to them rather than to a chuggers wages; or nameless charity admin costs.

The thing about London’s homeless is unless you speak to them how can you possibly know why they are there or if they are decent people? And I do, a lot, whenever I can. It’s a really rough deal, long term homeless people have dramatically reduced life expectancy and I think unsurprisingly are much more like to develop drug and alcohol addictions which they often did not have until they hit the street. Then to make matters worse so much of society treat them like a subspecies not worthy of even a smile or a few easily spared coins; and smiles do matter even if money isn’t given. So I do give to the homeless whenever I can and if I can’t then I still catch their eyes; and wish them well.

A lot of them are ex soldiers; ex prisoners, people with mental health problems who quite clearly aren’t ‘cared for in the community’ ex care home children and victims of abuse; domestic, physical and sexual. Is there any wonder that ex soldiers who entered service at a very early age (and often to escape troubled home life’s) are left in turmoil on leaving the army without adequate support end up on the streets? That ex prisoners, as we know statistically are very likely to re offend when they are given so little support that they end up on the streets? Why the victims of abuse flee broken from their homes with no funds and no trust and do the best to take care of themselves and end up on the streets? And those with severe mental health problems and no support do too..

Sometimes, just sometimes I do think that the wool has been pulled over my eyes… like tonight! As I went to buy a good bottle of wine there was a girl sitting outside the shop in the rain with a cap by her feet. I stopped and asked if there was anything I could get her and she looked up appreciatively and asked for a spicy pepperoni sausage; two if I could manage it. I was happy to oblige as I used to be quite a fan of them myself until I realised that they mostly contained glucose (weird for such a savoury tasting snack) and that there were healthier ways for me to boost and maintain my blood sugar levels. She took the sausages from me gratefully and rapidly devoured her first; and as I walked away asked me for some spare change. I dug through my purse and located some pound coins which I passed into her incredibly soft hands. If she was homeless then she hadn’t been for long! But who am I to judge? There she was sitting lonely on the cold, hard pavement begging for money while I walked back to a warm flat to share nice wine with a good friend.

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Funny names for fucking

Some friends and I were discussing the various names for sexual acts which describe them extremely badly but have become so entrenched in our common vocabulary that we don’t even think about them…

Take, for example “I want to eat you” or “suck your pussy” both descriptions of cunnilingus make me cringe; being “eaten” makes me quite literally think of some one chewing on my delicate and sensitive lady parts.. the term being “sucked” again causes me to mentally flinch.. my clit is just far too sensitive to be sucked.. I’d jump two metres off the bed if anyone tried it (luckily no one has!!) but thankfully the most common term for oral on women is being “licked” which doesn’t cause me any problems.. I do after all love to be licked and given the chance to lick also; licking a lady is a treat in itself for me!

Fellatio though fares more badly in language terms though in my mind… “blow job” for example… how impressed would you be if you came to see me; asked for a “blow job” and I took you quite literally and blew on your cock?! “Sucking cock” also for me rings alarm bells, I do admit to sucking lightly on cocks and balls and it appears to be well received; judging by the “presents” I get in my mouth 😉 but can you imagine quite how unpleasant it might be if a lady applied her full on suction powers to your most delicate parts.. not nice, not nice at all!!

I really don’t know where to start with A ‘levels!? … Assuming that it is an english term does it imply that girls doing their A’ levels should also be experiencing being fucked in the arse? Now, I know I was, to my great delight receiving a good buggering from time to time during my A ‘levels but I am fairly sure that it was not the norm!

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Free to love xx

I have been having a wonderful time of late with new and old friends who share one thing in common; the ability to be very close, loving almost I would say without the ties of a conventional relationship. It makes my heart full and happy to have such loving, tender and ultimately very rude experiences with people that I have the uppermost respect for but more rewarding than that for me is the kindness, tenderness and respect that they have for me. I cannot express how amazing that feels.Being a free spirit I kind of; and I say kind of because I don’t believe one should ever close any door entirely, denying oneself of possibility is in my mind both limiting and foolish but never the less I am too happy enjoying my freedom with a select number of ladies and gentlemen whose company I enjoy immensely; I have kind of ruled out a relationship. Not in a ‘poor me’ kind of way but more in a ‘very, very lucky’ me to be able to share so much joy and intimacy with more than one person.Yes, it is about the sex, I adore sex, I am a very sexual person but it is also about a meeting of minds, a mutual respect and a moment of love and tenderness without ties. I really could not want for more. Thank you my lovelies, thank you so much. XxXx