Muse

Someone to aspire to, look up to, have a poster of, on your bedroom wall. I just happened to stumble across this very talented lady, on my quest to becoming published journalist. Her name is Anka Radakovich. She is a world famous columnist and author and is said to have defined sex journalism with her column in Details Magazine, paving the pathway for writers like me.

For more information - http://anka.radakovich.tripod.com/

Lots of Love

R xx

Rabbit Reflections

So my blog is almost a year old and what a year it has been! The last twelve months have been a roller coaster ride of emotion. Hating men, wanting men, finding a man that loves me. Moving from one city to the next, moving home, breaking hearts, meaningless sex, loving sex, reviewing sex toys, lube etc, exploring BDSM, wanting to be a dominatrix (professionally of course), exploring sex parties, graduating, figuring out what I want to do with my life and most importantly growing up. Boy I really have had a good year!

R x

Boxes

We all have them , when that amazing relationship comes spectacularly to an end then there are certain criteria that the next candidate has to fill. For me it was Height – they had to be over six foot, as my love of shoes comes before my love of cock. Taste in the arts – as a film maker and writer they have to respect films and music etc. Open minded – I write a sex blog and test toys, lube etc so an open mind and a healthy appetite for an education between the sheets is a must. Siblings – No sisters, bad experience in the past and yes I have turned down a date because the guy had three sisters! Alcohol – must accept my love of cocktails and then my drunken phone calls. Cock – must have good girth, well I have to have something to write about, don’t I! Fashion – Must accept my unhealthy need for shoes and bags (all a girl ever needs is a pair of Jimmy Choos, a Chloe Paddington Bag and a good bra to get wherever she needs in life!) I’m sure there are more of my very specific boxes that are floating around but my point being is that I have found someone who ticks them all, now all I have to do is avoid all the men that were around before RnR and hope all goes to plan!

Wish me luck little rabbits as I fear a bumpy road ahead : )

R xxx

Long. Distance. Love.

The perfect date that happened the other day, just so happened to lead me to find the perfect man. Now I'm not one for fate but this guy (RnR) just fits so perfectly into my life that I'm just prepared for it to blow up spectacularly (which has lead me to drop the whole fate thing for safety reasons!). I don't know whether that's down to my negative experiences with the opposite sex that led me into a false sense of security for a happy ending that just never happened or my own issue of always wanting to be right (which is generally never). I don't really know where this guy has come from because no man has turned my head in such a swift move, I think the gods of sex are chucking me a bone and taking pity on the sex blogger that lost her belief in love, yes love. This relationship is something I never saw coming and now I have met the parents, confessed my love and fallen head over for this very charming man. Then again thats the thing with love you never see it coming and then BAM, it creeps up on you like a pile up on the M4. I think the reason at the moment that it is going swimmingly well is the distance, he lives an hour away in the dick end of farm country, giving me the space that I need to do my own thing and then a weekly sexy pick me up which all in all leads to a very happy Isabelle Rabbit!

Now little rabbits, as I now have a willing guinea pig to test my box of tricks on expect some very interesting posts to come!

R xxx

The Perfect Date

is something I experienced for the first time last week. RnR has become a regular visitor in my life and so we decided to go on a date. Now dates are something I do not particularly enjoy especially the first ones, they are awkward, uncomfortable and its just not pleasant until I have consumed copious amounts of alcohol and by then I will either tell the man in question that I do not fancy him or we end up having some "smushing" time (yes I am a fan of Jersey Shore and rather enjoy my nickname of Nookie). So RnR met me in Cardiff and we went for cocktails at a rather chic, little, bar, we flirted oh and there was an incident with a cherry (not what your thinking and not my finest moment) but then came the moment of the first kiss, now this could have gone either way but thankfully it was perfect, he is an amazing kisser, has these sexy brown eyes, oh and he's 6ft 2 and so envelopes me and that is always a good thing! So after the perfect kiss, in the perfect city with what is worrying - the perfect guy, the rest is history (well, not quite I'm seeing him again this sunday)!

Safe to say little rabbits I think I'm actually seeing a man and actually enjoying it, crazy huh! I shall keep you updated on my exploits as ever!
Much Love xxx

Oh and Happy St Davids Day!