Hitch HNT

Well spring is in the air, the suns has been warm and that means one thing...skirts! Floaty pretty skirts, barefeet and no knickers...thats how I like it. So I hitched up my skirt for you all to see. Theres a certain thrill from going about your daily business without being encumbered, try it, you will see what I mean...and let me know the results ;-)....Happy HNT lovely people xx

HNT Intimate moments

Intimate moments thinking of a wonderful man that knows the art of real distraction...happy HNT xx

Play with me

Play with me, is the script you can see on my knicks. I wanted to capture the love of life I was feeling right at that moment, sexy,  full of fun, both in my dark and light sides. Heels always make me feel sensuous, and given some sexy reminders how truely mesmerising and intriguing men can be, I was happy to enjoy my own body in a playful way rolling around on my bed...happy HNT lovely people xx

HNT 'Me time'

Ok, I give up! This one is older, but as the other one is not playing ball, and neither is blogger to format it, this is my offering and a week to sort out my file format and blogger woes. Till next week peeps......

Welcome

Hello, welcome to my new blog. Sparkly new and ready to try my hand (and other bits) at HNT. I am female, 35, brunette, blue eyes, size uk10/12 and 5ft 11....upto 6ft4 with heels, which I am extremely partial to. 

I am also partial to song lyrics, hence my name and blog title, as the following song kind of sums me up. Celestine, Kirsty MacColl.

Oh she is hot, she's hot, she's hot

She's just a wild and wicked slut

And she lives inside my head and stops me sleeping

And when I think she's finally gone

Some guy arrives and turns her on

Then she parties until dawn

This can't go on

Celestine

Get out my dreams

You're killing me so slowly

So many men, so many fights

So many parties and late nights

She plumbs the depths and hits the heights

That Celestine

She pretends that she can't hear me

She pretends she's nowhere near me

She just goes quiet and pretends that she's not in

But Celestine I know you're there

In your exotic underwear

And you are fixing up your hair now, Celestine

Celestine

Get out my dreams

You're killing me so slowly

My lover looked into my eyes

And I could tell by his surprise

It was not me he saw in there but Celestine

And now it's her that he lusts after

I can hear that wicked laughter

Still he comes to me but I know where he's been

Celestine

Get out my dreams

You're killing me so slowly

Celestine

Get out my dreams

You're killing me so slowly

My lover hasn't got a clue

He doesn't know that he's untrue

And it's not me he makes love to but Celestine

Oh yes she's hot, she's hot, she's hot

I guess she's everything I'm not

And she lives inside my head and stops me sleeping

I have taken pictures of myself for about 8 or 9 years, just for sheer amusement, a private self portrait reflecting the many facets of my personality, so HNT seems a natural progression. Introductions over, I will post my first HNT picture, taken this week with my phone.  I hope you enjoy them as much as this complex exhibitionist enjoys making them.