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The Allure of Priests by Torrance Sené (@torrancesene)

Thanks for having me! Since my book deals with a taboo subject, I thought I would talk a little bit about the forbidden and why it’s so alluring.

First off, fiction is a medium that lets us explore hidden pieces of ourselves, especially our sexuality. As such, I don’t feel kink should be watered down in stories. To water it down perpetuates the notion that we should feel shame for what arouses us, especially if those things are taboo or forbidden. The beauty of fiction is that it allows us to dabble in things we might not be interested in within our reality.

Erotic writing is a vital branch of sexual expression. Just because something remains a fantasy, doesn’t mean it should be ignored or repressed. Knowing what arouses us and being able to articulate it helps to increase communication with our partners and ourselves, and it can also lead to more satisfying sexual experiences.

The topic of my anthology is priest erotic romance, let me list out some reasons why the theme pulls me in:

#1 – They Are Off Limits

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If you tell me I’m not supposed to have or want something, it’s only going to make me want it more. That’s human nature, my friends. People of the cloth are attractive because they are supposed to be removed from earthly desires. Sex is mostly seen as something unclean within Christianity. The idea of “corrupting” the chaste and having them struggle against their vows is ridiculously enticing to me. I love the juxtaposition of sin and holiness, exploring where divinity and blasphemy collide between love and lust.

#2 – They Wear Uniforms

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I mean, come on. Who doesn’t love a monochrome (often tailored) outfit? Okay, part of this for me is the fact that Hollywood keeps putting incredibly sexy men in dog collars. Dominic Cooper. Jared Padalecki. Ewan McGregor. Lee Pace. James Norton. Luke Macfarlane. I could go on… So really, it isn’t my fault… *shifty eyes, smirks*

Would it shock you all to know I have a thing for cops too? Probably not lol.

#3 – Ritualism

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The ritualism and protocol of Catholicism, in particular, reminds me a lot of D/s. The shepherd, the mentor, the teacher, the gentle or chastising hand that leads you to be the best you can be… Tell me that’s not the same as a Dominant? The kneeling, the supplication, the service to something outside of yourself… There’s where we find our submissive. It’s alluring and sensual to me and lends itself beautifully to roleplay and fantasy.

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Sacred and Profane

Ten stories of temptation, romance, and blasphemy featuring Sonni de Soto, Piper Denna, Torrance Sené, Charlotte French, Bronwyn Green, Leandra Vane, Mira Stanley, Jordan Monroe, H K Carlton, and Jillian Boyd.

Not even men of the cloth are exempt from God’s greatest gift: Love. In Sacred and Profane: Priest Erotic Romance, you’ll find stories of clergymen stepping outside their vows, pastors weaving divinity into their seductions, nuns and parishioners confessing to their body’s every earthly desire, and more.

Are you aroused by the blasphemous dance of sex and religion? The dangerous edge of eroticism contained within submission to something beyond oneself? The taboo juxtaposition of holy and sensual? Then Sacred and Profane welcomes you.

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Lucy’s Review:

This is, for sure, an intriguing theme for an anthology and one I was very interested to explore. On the whole, I enjoyed it. As with pretty much all anthologies, there were some stories and writing styles that I liked better than others, but that’s just a matter of personal taste. The stories I did enjoy were super-hot and super-naughty, and all will no doubt appeal to fans of the taboo. The only downside for me was that perhaps the theme was a little bit too niche, because some of the stories felt quite similar.

Out of Sync by Bronwyn Green (@Bronwyn_Green)

Out of SyncBlurb:

Ten years ago, Morgan Weaver walked away from everything he loved—his burgeoning career as a composer, his cello, and his best friend, James. Family obligations and guilt keep him tied to a job he hates, and his dreams have collected even more dust than his instrument.

James Shepherd was left reeling when Morgan abandoned not only their dreams of writing and performing together, but their friendship. James forged on to become an internationally known musician, but he’s always felt Morgan’s loss and has never been able to shake the feeling that he’s responsible for the other man’s choice to leave everything behind.

A simple request from Morgan’s sister brings the men together in a way neither of them expected, and long-denied desire bubbles to the surface overwhelming them both. Knowing it’s only temporary, Morgan finds himself lost in a haze of submission, finally able to experience being at James’ mercy and determined to enjoy it while it lasts. James, however, has other plans and is equally determined to show Morgan he can have all he’s ever wanted—including what they have together.



James stared at Morgan. His wide gaze kept darting between James’ eyes and his lips, and his expression bordered on desperation and need. It was a much better look than he’d had earlier. He’d only seen Morgan that defeated one other time, and he refused to let it happen, again—not if he could stop it.

He tightened his fingers in Morgan’s silky curls and tugged back his head. Giving Morgan all the time in the world to stop him, James slowly lowered his face, but once he touched Morgan’s lips, he was fucking lost. They parted on a gasp, and James wasn’t sure if it was the need for more air or to speak. All he knew was that Morgan’s mouth was open, and he was sweeping inside, tasting the smooth sting of scotch and the warmth of the man he’d never stopped wanting.

Morgan’s fingers clenched on James’ arms, but he didn’t push James away. Instead, he just hung on. James slid his other arm around Morgan’s waist and pulled their hips flush together. The groan that escaped Morgan’s lips as their hard cocks ground against each other was the most delicious thing James had ever tasted.

Anger slammed into lust, and he kissed Morgan harder, deeper, walking him backward until his back was against the wall. When James had come home and found Morgan dozing on the couch with his computer open and an empty glass of scotch, he’d lost it. He’d thought he was getting through to the other man—helping to pull him out of his self-imposed corporate prison. But leave him alone for one night, and he was right back fucking to it.

And the way Morgan had snapped at him had sent James’ emotions careening everywhere. Pride in the fact that Morgan had stood up for himself. Arousal that mixed weirdly with that pride. Worry for whatever had set him off in the first place, because James knew that, as explosively angry as Morgan had been, it hadn’t been directed at James—not all of it, anyway. And concern that this man he cared about was going to continue to trade his happiness for a life of misery and servitude. All of James’ emotions twisted together until the only action that seemed remotely sensible was to kiss Morgan like he’d been dying to since he’d shown up in his office less than a week ago.

He trailed his lips down the side of Morgan’s neck, nipping with his teeth, drawing shudders out of the man. His fingers convulsed on James’ arms, and every little bite drew Morgan’s hips forward in small sharp jerks.

“Jamie,” he breathed. “What are you doing?”

He kissed his way up to Morgan’s ear then sucked the lobe between his lips and flicked at it with the tip of his tongue before releasing him. “I’m doing what you told me to.”

“What…I—” His sentence ended on a gasp as James raked his teeth over that same bit of flesh.

James drew back a little so he could look into Morgan’s eyes. His pupils had practically swallowed the warm brown of his irises. James dragged the pad of his thumb across Morgan’s full bottom lip. “You told me to do what I wanted, remember?”

Morgan nodded, somehow managing to appear both desperately aroused and ready to bolt, at the same time.

“So, that’s what I’m doing.” James chuckled quietly as he tilted his head back and forth as he considered his next words. “Well, maybe not exactly what I want.”

“No?” Morgan’s voice came out rusty, as if he rarely spoke.

“Well, you’re not tied up and naked, and I’m not finding out all the pretty shades of pink your arse can turn.”

Morgan’s eyes dilated a little further, and his breath caught, his chest lifting and holding tight against James’.

“Nor is my prick buried balls deep inside you, so…no. I’m not doing quite what I want. Not yet.”

Morgan swallowed thickly. “Oh.”

“But I’m not going to do any of those things.” James thrust against Morgan, unable to keep his hips still.

Morgan thrust back, clearly needing more than James was giving him. “You’re not?”

James leaned forward and nipped the other man’s lower lip, pulling back slightly before releasing it. “Not yet.”

“When?” the other man choked out.

“Here’s the thing, Morgs… If this is going to make you run from me like it did last time…” His voice cracked a little on that last word as ten years’ worth of guilt suffocated him. “Make you run from the things that are most important to you, it’s not happening. Not now, not ever.”

Lips slightly parted and gaze hungry, Morgan shook his head.

James sobered. “If all I ever am to you is your friend, I’d rather have that than tonight… No matter how fucking hot I know it would be.”

Morgan met his gaze, and James couldn’t glance away if he wanted to.

“I’m not looking to pick out china patterns with you—you don’t need to worry about that,” James rushed to say. “I’m in no position to be in a relationship. And, from what I understand, you’re in no position to be completely out.”

Morgan nodded slowly.

James ached for the other man, hating that he felt he had to hide who he was, but James pushed it aside. That wasn’t up to him—it wasn’t his choice to make. He took a deep breath and pushed back to the conversation at hand. “But, no matter how hard I want to make you come…no matter how badly I want to feel your mouth around my cock, I’m not willing to be the cause of not seeing you, again, for another ten years.”

Morgan fisted the front of James’ shirt. “When’d you get so fucking noble?” Without waiting for an answer, he yanked James forward and captured his lips, pushing inside and taking his mouth as thoroughly as James had claimed his moments before.


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Bronwyn Green is an author, blogger and compulsive crafter. She lives Michigan with her husband, two kids and four somewhat psychotic cats. When not frantically writing, she can be found helping in her youngest child’s classroom or binge-watching Netflix while working on her latest craft project. Bronwyn loves to talk to her readers and can be found at www.bronwyngreen.com.

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The Professor’s Student by Bronwyn Green (@Bronwyn_Green)

The Professor's StudentBlurb:

Six weeks in Ireland on a Bronze Age archeological dig is exactly what Josie Cooper needs. She loves teaching, but fieldwork is where her heart is, and working with Professor Declan O’Shaughnessy is a dream come true…until she meets the man. Declan is brilliant, gorgeous, and unapologetically arrogant. By the end of the first week, Josie is ready to push him into the Atlantic.

Unfortunately, annoyance doesn’t stop her physical reaction to him. Nor does it stop the way every accidental touch makes her crave more. More of his hands on her skin. More of his lilting voice in her ear.

Knowing Josephine Cooper’s reputation in the archeology world, Declan is thrilled that she’d accepted his invitation to work the dig. However, he hadn’t counted on his overwhelming attraction to the American professor. Though he tries to maintain his distance and keep things professional between them, that plan goes to hell when he learns that Josephine returns his interest. And when an opportunity to act on that attraction, as well as explore her submission, presents itself, he jumps at it—taking complete control.

For the next five weeks, Josie agrees to submit to Declan. His instruction awakens needs she didn’t know she possessed, and she learns more about desire and herself than she would have thought possible. But what happens when their time is over, and Josie has to give up being his student to go back to being the professor again?



Josie stared down at the remaining bit of metal in her palm and fought to keep from hyperventilating. Declan wanted her to put these little torture devices on her nipples. And wander around this pub without a bra.

“The loo is right back there,” he pointed out helpfully, a wicked smile curving his lips and excitement brightening his seawater-colored eyes.

“Okay.” She sighed.

“Okay…?” He was clearly waiting for something.

It clicked. “Okay, Professor.” She felt a little silly saying it, but a perverse thrill also shot through her veins as she did.

He nodded his approval, and she pushed her chair away from the table and walked back to the bathroom on trembling legs. She was really doing this. She was going to submit to Declan. She was going to let him do god knew what kinds of kinky things to her. And it was starting, right now.

Technically, she supposed it had started yesterday when she’d followed his directive not to masturbate. But now…now, it was far more real. And more than a little scary. But, for some reason, she trusted him. And she knew that, if she said her safeword, he’d stop.

Once inside the tiny, but surprisingly bright, bathroom, she ducked into an open stall and locked the door behind her. Pulling off her t-shirt and bra, she hung them on a hook. Then, she removed the clamp from the tip of her finger and nearly groaned as the blood rushed back to fill the neglected area. She glanced down at her chest, where her already hard nipples stood out in tight little buds—needy and aching.

Plucking and twisting one of them, she hardened it further before sliding the bars around the distended flesh and tightening the pins. Her breath caught at the squeezing sensation, and she cranked the screws a little more. Before she could chicken out, she repeated the action on the other side, clamping the tender tip between the skin-warmed pieces of metal until it matched the tight grip on the other side.

Breathing deeply, she slumped against the wall, the steel cold against her back, and tried to calm her body’s rioting responses. Her nipples throbbed, but the pain only ramped her desire for Declan higher. And her pussy flooded with moisture. If she’d been wearing panties, they’d be completely drenched. She was sure of it.

She wrapped her fingers around her shirt, but let go just as quickly. She had to know what it felt like. Declan said she couldn’t make herself come. He hadn’t said anything about touching herself while attaching the clamps. After all, she reasoned, she needed to make sure they were secure. That they wouldn’t fall off when she put her shirt back on. Holding her breath, she brushed her fingertips over her aching flesh and nearly groaned. They were more sensitive than they’d ever been. It was as if all her nerve endings were on high alert, and they were all focused on her nipples. She couldn’t help herself, she did it again. And again. Each brush of her fingertips created an answering tug in her cunt. She pinched the throbbing tips, and her pussy clenched tight. She had to force herself to stop, or she was going orgasm right there in that tiny bathroom.

She yanked her shirt off the hook and over her head, her breath hissing out when the fabric coasted over her swollen nipples. The normally soft cotton felt as if it was scraping against her skin. Balling up her bra in her hand, because she hadn’t thought to bring her purse into the bathroom with her, she stepped out of the stall and surveyed herself in the mirror.

Her nipples thrust noticeably against the knit fabric of her white, scoop-neck t-shirt. She yanked the fabric flush against her torso. The clamps were apparent when she did that, but they were pretty much undetectable when her top hung normally. It was painfully clear that she was aroused, but at least her reward wasn’t visible. She tugged her shirt down a little farther, exposing more of her cleavage. If the professor wanted to play, she’d give as good as she got.

Holding her head high, and thrusting out her chest a little more than was strictly necessary, she walked slowly back to their table. She kept her gaze on Declan and ignored both the subtle and obvious stares as she made her way through the crowd gathered near the bar.

As she sat down and shoved her bra into her purse, Declan’s eyes dropped to her chest then slowly climbed back up to hers. “I was beginning to think I should send in a search party after you.” His voice was suddenly rough with what she assumed was arousal. “Did you have any trouble?”

She held his gaze, but it was impossible to hide her smile, the pleasure she felt at toying with him. “Define trouble.”

He sat back and raised an eyebrow at her, crossing his arms over his chest. “Walk me through it.”

Leaning forward, she hissed as her nipples skimmed the tabletop. “I went into a stall, took off my shirt and bra, then I attached my reward.”

“And that’s it?”

“Well, I had to make sure they weren’t going to fall off,” she murmured, lowering her eyes and staring up at him through her lashes, wondering if she’d earned herself a mysterious punishment.

“And how did you do that?”

“I brushed my fingers across my nipples a few times. I didn’t want to risk losing them.”

“So, you were playing with your nipples?”

She nodded, stomach tightening nervously.

He leaned forward and drew a finger down along her breastbone. “And how did it feel?”

Her eyes closed at his roughly muttered question.

“So good,” she whispered. But, to her ears, it sounded like more of a groan.

“Show me.”

Her eyes flew open, and she stared at him. “What?”

“I said, show me.”

“In here?”

He shrugged as if unconcerned.

“I can’t do that now. There are people everywhere.”

“So, you’re ready to safeword, then?”

She knew a challenge when she heard one, and this one was unmistakable. “No.”


“No, Professor,” she murmured. Glancing around, she realized only one person was paying them any attention at all—just the bartender. And when would she ever see him again? Ignoring the man as best she could, she sat back in her chair and slowly skimmed her hands over her stomach, letting her fingers drift upward over the lower swell of her breasts until she reached her nipples. She brushed her fingertips over them a few times before pinching firmly, sucking in a harsh breath between her clenched teeth.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” Declan breathed almost reverently. Or maybe it was irreverently given the reason for his declaration.


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Mythical and Legendary Goodness for Black Friday!

Getting into the Black Friday spirit, Seducing the Myth is FREE on All Romance eBooks until the 30th! So, what are you waiting for? Head over there FAST and grab this free 24-story, 84,000 word anthology.

Here’s the blurb:

Seducing the Myth: Myths and Legends with an Erotic Twist is a collection of 24 tantalising tales that lead you on a decadent journey through mythologies the world over. As well as stories from the popular Greek and Roman periods, this anthology will also delight you with Arabian, Arthurian, Hindu, Jewish, Norse, Slavic, Sumerian and Welsh myths and legends. Add in a delicious sprinkling of fairies, mermaids and ancient fertility rituals and you have a recipe for a wickedly erotic read!

Want a copy? Visit All Romance eBooks and bag your free copy up until the 30th November. And, most importantly, enjoy!

Lucy x

Seducing the Myth is F*R*E*E

Hi everyone! Hot news – Seducing the Myth, the myth and legend based erotic anthology I edited is currently FREE at All Romance eBooks – hurry up and bag your copy now, the offer is only valid until the 15th May.

Here’s some information about the book:

Seducing the Myth: Myths and Legends with an Erotic Twist is a collection of 24 tantalising tales that lead you on a decadent journey through mythologies the world over. As well as stories from the popular Greek and Roman periods, this anthology will also delight you with Arabian, Arthurian, Hindu, Jewish, Norse, Slavic, Sumerian and Welsh myths and legends. Add in a delicious sprinkling of fairies, mermaids and ancient fertility rituals and you have a recipe for a wickedly erotic read!

List of contributorsLouisa BacioLexie Bay, Rebecca Bond, Shan Ellis, Justine Elyot, Lucy FelthouseLisa FoxFulaniK D GraceBronwyn Green, Hawthorn, Caz Jones, Burton Lawrence, Maxine Marsh, J. C. Martin, Jillian Murphy, Lydia NyxRachel Randall, Kay Dee Royal, Toni Sands, Indigo SkyeElizabeth ThorneSaskia Walker.

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A Tale of Two Cities

This blog post is hugely, hugely overdue, but things have just been crazy lately. They still are, but I’m writing this post regardless. So… a tale of two cities. Yes, within the last month I’ve been to Rome and London. Quite the jetsetter, aren’t I? Okay, I didn’t fly to London. That would be ridiculous, given I’d be hanging around in airports for longer than it would take me to drive. But, nevertheless, I have graced (*sniggers*) both cities with my presence of late. And although it has nothing to do with writing, I know my fellow travel lovers will probably be interested. So here goes…


I only had three full days in Rome (the days either end were mainly spent travelling), but still managed to pack quite a bit in, and according to the pedometer App my other half installed on his phone, we walked 20 miles in three days. No wonder my feet hurt!

Here’s the rundown:

St. Peter's BasilicaTuesday – Headed to The Vatican Museum (which was a smart move considering the crap weather). Spent many, many hours exploring, and bemoaning a lack of places to rest. Giggled in the Sistine Chapel at the members of staff going “Shhhhhhhhhhhh!” as loudly as possible – much louder than the noise anyone else was making. Wasn’t the only one leaving the Sistine Chapel and wandering through subsequent rooms saying “Shhhhhhhhh!” Headed out into the rain, then back around the outside of the enormous walls of the city within a city (okay, I technically could have called my blog post a tale of three cities. But it doesn’t sound as good) to St. Peter’s Square and St. Peter’s Basilica. Enjoyed pretending I was in Angels and Demons, checking out the tiles on the floor that Robert Langdon uses to solve one of the puzzles. Fortunately, there were no dead people – prefiriti or otherwise – anywhere. Explored the basilica, wondering how I was getting away with spending so much time in holy places without being struck down, saw my first ever Swiss Guard (yes, they really do dress like that!), and then headed back to our accommodation. The marble floors throughout the Vatican, and the hard pavements are really not kind on feet.

The ColosseumWednesday – sunny, hurrah! Very fortunate, since the Colosseum was our first stop, and the place doesn’t have a roof. Breezed right through the queue thanks to our Roma Passes (seriously, if you go, and are visiting more than one place, get one. It’s worth it just to skip the queues and includes Metro and bus passes) and stepped into…. awe. The place is huge, as you’d expect, and despite the crowds, it still seems to have an atmosphere about it. We spotted lizards zipping about the place, eavesdropped on a tour guide and gleaned some information, took loads of photos and generally just wondered what it would have been like back in the day. Not such a  nice place to visit, I imagine.

Lucy Tree HuggingWhen we were done, we headed across the road to the Roman Forum (skip the queues using your Roma Pass again) and Palatine Hill. Again, the place was just incredible. It’s a mish mash of old homes, churches, political buildings, gardens, and much, much more. We spent a good couple of hours here and didn’t see it all. If you’re really interested in ruins and things, you could probably spend a whole day here. Also paused to take a photo especially for Bronwyn Green. See, the tree. As it was, we were hungry and knackered, so we cried off and headed for much needed nourishment… at The Hard Rock Cafe. Yes, it was a little out of our way, but close enough to our next destination to make it worth the detour. My beloved needed the t-shirt for his collection, I needed to eat something that wasn’t pizza or pasta, and we just needed to sit down (argh, the feet!).

The Trevi FountainNo further words are necessary for The Hard Rock Cafe. Okay, maybe a few. Burgers, memorabilia, very full up. Next stop, The Trevi Fountain. Managed to get there despite vagueness of map and some Italian roadsigns which were pointing the wrong way. Risked life and limb crossing the road (try and avoid crossing the road in Rome. Seriously.) and finally emerged into a square packed full of people. Turned around to see what they were all looking at. There it was! Way more impressive than I was expecting, The Trevi Fountain is so much more than a fountain. I was expecting water squirting out of the ground. But no, this thing takes up the entire backend of a huge building and is just a piece of art. You really have to see it to believe it. Or look at my photos on Facebook.

Spanish StepsNext stop, The Spanish Steps. More guesswork involving my map and sense of direction. And we got there, hurrah! Came out at the top of the steps and looked down. The view itself is not particularly impressive, but the steps are, and I found myself comparing the area with Montmartre in Paris. It seemed very arty and had a very laid back, bohemian feel to it. OH and I walked down the steps to see the view in reverse, lots of photos, then climbed back up the steps. Big mistake! If you head towards the Metro station from the bottom, if you go to the right, there’s a lift that takes you up to the top of the steps. Wish we’d known that before, especially since the Metro station is at the bottom, so we climbed the steps, only to get the lift back down. Rather dull, I know, but you’ll thank me for that piece of information if you’re ever there.

From there, back to accommodation. Just as knackered as yesterday, possibly more so.

Ostia AnticaThursday – sunny again, whoop! Didn’t go into the city, but at the recommendation of K D Grace, headed towards the coast and Ostia Antica. OMG. It’s an ancient Roman settlement which used to be on the coast, but due to shifting rivers and falling ocean levels, it’s now inland. Anyway, it was absolutely fantastic. Spent literally hours exploring the place. There’s very little of it you can’t access, and we climbed up steps, stood on buildings, saw complete mosaics, the amphitheatre, bath houses and tons of lizards (sorry, I love lizards). Think I probably scared some people at one point when I smacked my head really hard and turned the air blue, then almost threw up. Luckily my OH was on hand to kiss it better. And my head *sniggers*. Basically, many hours, many photos. Also covered by Roma Pass, and easy to get to using public transport. A brilliant time was had by all.

Sadly, my Roman adventures end here. I’m glad I saw Ostia Antica, despite the fact it meant sacrificing another day in the city. But I’ll go back again some time and see all the other things the place has to offer. I took away lots of photos, experiences, and at least three story ideas, so it’s all good! 😉


The Queen, Prince Charles and CamillaVisited to take part in some of the celebrations for the Queen’s Jubilee. Monday night, headed to Hyde Park to watch the concert on the big screens. Pretty good, not all the music was to my taste, but it stayed dry, there was a fun atmosphere and then we ran away before Paul McCartney started making a noise. Tuesday, went to stand on the streets to wave at the Royals as they headed past in their carriages up to Buckingham Palace. Ended up standing pretty much opposite Downing Street. Plenty of men in uniform kept me entertained, while the appearance of one of OHs favourite female newsreaders did the same for him. All the standing around waiting was broken up by an arsehole of a “Cockney Geezer” deciding to pick a fight with me, then getting seriously narky because I stood up for myself. He then pissed off to the pub, leaving me smug, but still with achy feet and knees. So much standing.

Prince William, Kate, and Prince HarryBut… it was worth it! Saw The Queen and Prince Charles with his horse (also known as Camilla – the American girls standing in front of us did not like Camilla), then the lovely Wills and the gorgeous Kate (she really is gorgeous. Hate her. LOL), along with my future husband, Harry. Hey, Wills was my first choice, but he’s taken now, so Harry will have to do. Think him and his mischievous ways would probably suit me better, anyway. 😉 As soon as they passed by, we elbowed our way through the crowds. Some genius decided it would be a good idea to close Westminster Tube station (note for next time guys, why not just station police at the entrances and let a few people down at a time?) so we had to fight our way across Westminster Bridge and use Waterloo station. Back at our accommodation, we got in just in time to see the Queen on the balcony. Headed out to our own balcony to see the fly past in the distance, then quickly back inside again to see it on TV. Then time for some chilling out, some delicious food (OHs aunt is an awesome cook) and back up north.

So, that’s it! Two cities in less than two weeks. All those crowds, and smelly rude people, and I didn’t kill anyone! Aren’t you proud? 🙂