I adore heads. I like the skeletal plates that form them, the grey matter they contain fascinate me and I even fancy a few of the faces on them. The thought of the person’s mind a skull once contained is tantalising, it’s intricate curved hollows are a thing of beauty and so must be saved and savoured.

Heads have rightly claimed their place atop the anatomical hierarchy and they should be put on a pedestal for it. Literally. Maybe even on a shelf, because they really do make a great stand for my sunglasses.

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You know that life lesson about not being attached to material things? It’s one you should most definitely ignore. Because there are some objects that you will come across that you simply must possess and the delicious irony of it all is that they will in turn possess you.

Facets like it’s sleek, steel casing will stir something deep in your gut. It’s iridescent purple face will linger in your line of sight. And the need to have it close to your skin will over-power all else. So go on, submit to the overwhelming attraction.

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There’s a rough finesse to her. She’s smooth and cold to the touch when I skim my hand over the larger expanses of her body. But, then jagged and burning hot in other crevices.

I can’t get enough, there is too much to straddle all at once. I try hard to sprawl across and control both her delicate idling and her unrestrained power.
I strap on a helmet… safety first, regardless of the type of ride.

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It started out pretty normal. But then, as day turned to night, things got a bit crazy. So crazy in fact that, at one point, I couldn’t help but sit there with my eyes wide open. It got dark, we got in the back seat, got comfortable and started to get going. Then suddenly there was this whole shift in the proceedings.

First there was stroking them, then they got pushed up and then things got out of hand. Sunglasses like this should come with a ‘sexually explicit’ warning.

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