Wildlife Wednesday - striped marsh frog

I'm sure I've told you before that I have frogs in my yard. They're quite noisy too. At the moment there's one going "tock", "tock" about every second (or sometimes every 2 or 3 secs depending on some factor only the frog knows). It's almost like a metronome.

I had a visitor the other week, who stood with head cocked listening, then said, "I don't recognise that bird call." They didn't believe me when I said it was a frog until they tracked it down to the pond, then had to wait for it to settle down and 'tock' again.

It's not the 'ribett' or 'croak' that I usually associate with frogs. This makes a noise not unlike when you stick your finger in your mouth and pop it against your cheek (you know, if you're silly and do that - I won't say I had to do it to check and then to work out how to write it!). All I could think was a 'tock', like half a tick-tock of a clock. That deeper tock one.

Anyway, I don;t know if this is my noisy frog, but this little guy was in a bucket near the pond the other week, so I'm guessing it is the responsible one. Oh, good grief, I found him...well, what sort of frog it is anyway. I thought that was going to be way too hard.

Striped Marsh Frog. You can find info here and even hear the sound I'm hearing! The males do the calling, so I can keep calling him a him. Oh, I'm stoked now :) Some weeks i love doing this post!

Down & Dusty Facebook Party

The Down & Dusty authors are hosting a Facebook party this afternoon.

If that's your thing, come along for some fun.

There's an Amazon gift voucher to be won!

And lots of silliness no doubt :) Well, when Rhyll and I are on there will be! We start at 3pm.

The party kicks off at 12 noon Australian Eastern Daylight Savings time. And there'll be an author every 30 mins, so until 4 pm. But if you come in late, chat away in post comments and we're bound to talk back - at some stage! Time zones are a pest :)

Holy cow, it looks like almost 100 people are going! Thank goodness it's on FB, real life events with that crowd would have me running! :)

Come and join in the virtual fun. Give me a yell on FB if you need an invite or anything - hopefully I'll work out what to do.

Phallic Friday - a needle

I was thinking about this post last night and I thought I might do some writing - pick a fetish item and write from the point of view of the inanimate object. I don't know why I thought of that - and I've no idea why I came up with a needle - but there you have it. A glimpse into my scary mind.

And I had great lines last night...but today they aren't so hot. So my apologies, but I need a post!

The Needle

Pressure surrounds me, guiding me, forcing me, pushing me. I have no choice in where I go, how I go, or even if I do this. I've been possessed by a master and I have no choice but to give up control. I hate the loss of control; never knowing what I'll be subjected to but I need to place my trust in these fingers and hope they use me responsibly.

While maintaining pressure, my sharp head is pushed against an elastic-like surface. I bounce from the first touch as if my master was unsure of the force required. Then those fingers close tighter and I pierce the surface of the flesh. A tiny droplet of blood smears along my length as my sharp point is pushed inside.

Pressing against flesh and muscle, just along the surface, I slide past a tiny vein, warm with the movement of blood. But the fingers do not let me bask in this warmth, I'm pushed further along. Exploring new territory. I'm opening flesh that had previously been knitted together. I've created an entry point and I'm inserting smoothly through tightly woven cells. The flesh pressing against almost the entire length of my steel is warm, elastic, moving and alive.

I'm stopped. Just short of a pulsing blood vessel that I was looking forward to moving against. The fingers release me and that tight pressure on my furthest point vanishes. Replaced by flesh and muscle closing tightly around me. I've not felt anything like this before. Enclosed in warmth. A moving warmth. Beneath my steel muscles ripple as if my tiny body is upsetting the balance of the body. Maybe I am. Maybe my sliver of insertion has caused problems for the flesh. Maybe I'm an irritant. A foreign object the flesh wants to expel.

But it's pleasant here surrounded by such incredible beauty. The colours of the cells around dazzle me. Needles are all silver, all the same. Here, each cell is a slightly different shade. Each shade emits a different feel against me. It's fascinating to lie here and to never be still.

To be inserted so deeply that only a small point protrudes into the air is more than I ever imagined would happen. To have my entire length surrounded in warmth, pulsing warmth is more than I can bare.

I feel a vibration through my length. Thrilling movement. All along me.

Then pressure on my external part. Damn it. No! I don't want to be removed.

Submission means I have no choice.

Quickly, so quickly I can't feel a thing, I'm pulled out of the flesh and exposed to air. Boring air that just floats on by.

I want the flesh. I want to be inside again.

I'm sure the flesh wants me.

Wildlife Wednesday - Emu chicks

Recently at the zoo, there were a clutch of little emu chicks.

I'm usually fond of zoos and the role they play in education of the general public. Sometimes I get sad though, that animals have to be tucked into such small cages or exhibits - and these chicks brought out that feeling.

I've written about the emus I've seen out west a few times, you can see the older posts here. Even when the chicks are this little, their father, who is the major care-giving parent, leads them on walks across the countryside finding food. Imagine what the chicks must be exposed to. Imagine how their little bodies grow and muscle up. And these guys are in a tiny hutch, parent-less.

I'm hoping that when the visitors go, they get to roam around and explore their environment. I'm hoping that they're a great educational tool and they bring lots of knowledge to the general public.

But a part of me feels for the babes.