According to my unknown sources aka my dream: GROGLE is a new investigative search engine. Brought to you by the makers of Tylenol, Pain and Restlessness 😂


Rewatching one of my favourite serials: Sea of Souls. A BBC paranormal series that investigates psychic and paranormal activity.

“Prove that I am not my twin” – a fascinating episode of psychic identical twins who were separated at birth and by chance met later in life.

A perfect murder. Because not only did one twin kill the other twin she took over her sister’s life. Making it impossible for her family to notice. Only the dead twin’s friend-a para-psychologist realized too late.

I love a perfect mystery. fictional too.

But this one really irked me. Shoe laces! That is how he knew which twin died! One looped. One crossed their laces!

The investigating team had many chances to have both twins fingerprints/DNA – granted neither were of consent. nonetheless the opportunities were there!

I think I do well with telling twins apart. Knowing other people’s quirks. Well enough to know if someone took over someone’s identity? Nope!

Good grief! I had trouble dealing with my doppelgängers! All 7 of them! I can’t imagine being someone’s twin. Having similar quirks, thoughts, and sharing everything? I don’t even share my food! I don’t even remember my favourites!

It is quite fascinating I admit. Being a twin.

Before I forget. A list of my favourite UK shows from back in the day.


I’ve seen the way you’re staring at me when you think I’m not watching you. Tell me, what nasty fantasies do you hide in that pretty little head of yours?” Park Joong-Gil purred. His mouth hovered over my ear, his body crowding me against the wall.

I should have been afraid. The darkness emanating off him should have chilled me to the bones. Was he trying to intimidate me?

I fixed my expression into one of boredom. “I don’t think you would like to play with me, Joongi” I drawled. “I don’t think you can handle me” I pushed at his chest. It was impossible to move him. I pushed harder then slid under his reach to step past him.

“My name is Park Joong -Gil” he corrected. He seized my arm, hauling me around until I was pressed against him. “And I assure you whatever games you like to play, you will find I don’t tolerate cock teasing, unlike those boys you like to toy with”

My eyebrow rose. Well, this was unexpected. Was he angry or was he jealous? He was cold efficient. How much would it take for him to burn into ash? The thought did delicious things to my insides.

“Boy toys?” I pondered, “is that what they are called? This conversation is boring me” it was a lie. There was nothing boring about Park Joong Gil. He was lethal, he killed without remorse. his body lean and muscled from countless battles. Indeed the Grim Reaper was beautifully sinful in death, but would he be sinfully orgasmic in bed?

I wanted to ignore the way my body was reacting to him. How the heat of his body seemed at odds with the chilling aura resonating off him. Warming my skin, creating chaos between my thighs. I was becoming wet by being near him. This wouldn’t do. Not at all!

“Your mouth says you’re bored but your body says otherwise” Park Joong Gil crooned.

Without warning, Park Joong Gil slid a hand in my hair, wrapping his fingers in the strands. I let out a startled cry. Holding me still, he lowered his head til his mouth hovered over mine. “You are used to calling the shots,” his lips brushed once against mine. “Taking what you want, with no regard to your partner or any emotional attachments.”

As he spoke, Park Joong Gil’s mouth traveled along my jaw. Nuzzling my throat. My pulse quickened. “I’m going to enjoy teaching you to submit to me.”

The idea of Park Joong- Gil touching me, dominating no scratch that! taking possession of me was an exhilarating thought!

My nipples ached to be touched, my clit begged for attention as his fingers followed where his lips tasted.

The hand in my hair anchoring me in place.

I struggled to keep my thoughts from scattering, to keep myself in control as he played havoc on my senses. His mouth found my nipple through my shirt.

I let out a gasp as he nipped it. The pleasure/pain was intoxicating.

My free hand crept into his hair. I felt him smile in male satisfaction against my breast. I yanked hard, hauling his face up to mine. The confusion, anger in his eyes coincided with lust. “It’s cute you think you can take me on” I whispered.

A feral grin flashed across Park Joong Gil’s face.

Energy cascaded around us like a waterfall. Darkness swallowing us both until I found myself no longer in Park Joong Gil’s arms but in a bed.

A huge bed.

An amber glow casted eerie shadows over the walls allowing me little sight beyond the bed.

Where was he? Did he just teleport me to his bed?

Satin and silk slithering up my arms and legs startled me. I jerked to free myself but it was impossible.

I was tied to either side of the bed.

Soft laughter came from the darkness. “I thought you might like the unpredictability” Park Joong Gil emerged from the shadows, shedding the last of his clothes.

My eyes widened, then raked over his body in appreciation. “Oh I assumed this is where I was going to be. How I was,” I glanced up at my restraints, “ending up? It’s sadly disappointing” I sighed in boredom, “really? Joongi! This is amateur hour”

Anger flashed in Park Joong -Gil’s eyes. “Amateur?” he echoed in disbelief. “how many times have you been tied up?”

I smirked, “Don’t ask if you dont want the number,”

“But they weren’t me.” he smiled impishly. “and you haven’t tasted what I can give you!”

~The Dark Side of me has awakened!


You know what I realized my blog is?!

It’s a potato!

It’s become so boring that’s it become a potato

a bland flavourless potato!

When it used to be a jalapeño. A tad spicy.

I do know I miss Writing my dabbles,one shots, my stories.

The sexy ones.

One day, my dear blog I will make you spicy again!


One of my favourite female characters so far!

Over the past 4 years and numerous Korean dramas I’ve watched? There are only several or so favourite Korean dramatic female characters.

Jo Yi -seo from Itaweon Class

Cheon Song Yi from My Love From the Star

Ok Da Jeung – My Horrible Boss

Kim Jung Hye – Avengers Social Club

Jo Yeon – One the Woman

Park Bok Nyeo – The Suspicious Housekeeper


I read somewhere epileptics are highly susceptible to suggestion. They are also susceptible to Last Song Syndrome.

If a teammate would be singing I would join in. It’s as if I am compelled to!

It’s so much fun!

Drive thru musical!

(BTW- if I am anyone in this video? I would be the guy. 😬😂)

“how do you know that song?” Just because I am nearly half a century doesn’t mean I don’t know my pop culture, bro

Currently we are singing: TikTok virals

  • Monster: Katy Sky
  • ABCDEF -Gayle
  • Meet me at our spot- Willow.
  • Don’t talk about Bruno


What!! This explains everything! I have no uterus! That explains why a man could never get me to orgasm!

Holy fudge! I never heard such ignorance in my life!

Boy, this guy needs a sex education stat! Clearly the boy doesn’t know about the clit and other erogenous zones🤦‍♀️


Aw Joey! 🥰🥰🥰 But you threw me in the elephant cage!


Well that was hot!🥵

I’m glad i was in the bath!


For the first time in awhile I had a lucid dream!

It was a funny dream!

“A Detective in the Major Crimes unit whom is often compared to the tv detective Columbo bumbled through another case” The Chief of Detectives scowled at me as he looked up from reading from the latest newspaper article “Her brash, maddening tactics are tiresome quotes a coworker. she is psychotic, a loose cannon and can’t be trusted to tie her own shoe lace?! Says another.” The chief’s voice rose with growing ire. “She is one french fry short of a happy meal and yet solved a case with a keen sense of observation rare in modern day investigation.”

The chief crumpled up the newspaper and threw it. “Are you laughing?! This is a joke to you?!” He shouted. “We are the laughing stock out of the whole precinct!”

He glanced at the other man in the room “and you were supposed to keep an eye on her!” He barked.

The man shrugged “can’t rein in chaos!”

Ah it was a good dream.

I had this kind of energy

People had no chance! 😂😂

I made Columbo look good!

On the bright side I was brilliant! Mind like Sherlock!

As for the man who was supposed to be my Watson? The man had a voice like Corpse Husband (a TikToker)

The lucid dream came in when I was on the back of his motorcycle. I am deathly afraid to ride one. I had my arms tightly wound around him. I suppose I was tired and had fallen asleep. My grip loosened to the point one hand drifted down. I was dreaming of him and I.

He was trying to maintain his focus on the road and ignore me. Ignore my hand that was on his junk. “Are you kidding me right now?” He exploded “wake up!”

I was Rubbing my face against his back, nestling closer.

We lurched to a stop!

I opened my eyes to find my hand was in his pants stroking his cock. He was so hot. Hard. Throbbing.

I was so mortified.

he reached for my hand untucked it from his pants.“You want to play these games save it for the bedroom!” He gritted out “I have no intentions on becoming road kill because you have no impulse control or you have some kind of kink!”

And then my cat woke me up!