The rumours are true, boys a & girls, Peedeel is on vacation from tonight for three weeks. These will be weeks of sun, sea, sex and sand. Consequently, while Peedeel recharges his batteries, Peedeel’s Blog of smut, literature, voodoo, hoodoo & so much more, will remain silent; no more new entries until my return!

However, return I will. And you, dear readers, can look forward to reading: The Photographic Album of a number of my closest friends and lovers (unless they come up with a good load of dosh not to publish these highly intimate studies); The final truth about the American Moon Landing, with documents leaked from the Kremlin’s top secret files ( a Peedeel exclusive ); Animatronics and the EU President – is Jean-Claude Juncker really an Hitachi robot? The truth at last!

Yes, all this and more. In the meantime, a big thank-you to my thousands of followers around the world. You are all lovely people! Take care! See you soon…

Reading today…

June 26, 2015


What a good idea…

June 26, 2015


Is this you?

Is this you?


“ ‘Do you wanna touch me, Dreamer? Do you wanna fuck?’

She turned my nipple as i said that and stared down at me. ‘Yeah, I wanna fuck you. I wanna taste you.’ She leaned over to kiss my cheeks, biting my neck and ears, dragging her tongue down my chest, licking to my belly button, stopping there. She slid down my body to pull off my shorts. She ran her fingers through the hair between my legs and looked at me down there. Then she put her face up to it and smelled. She put my legs over her shoulders and all I could see was her long hair and i felt her tongue press against me, starting to go back and forth. At first, she just kind of teased me with it, like she hadn’t decided if she was going to eat me out. Then she shot into a rhythm and started using longer licks, working her tongue against my clit until it swelled like a dick about to come”

Myriam Gurba
Dahlia Season


The Lady of Delight is known by many names among witches, some of them classical in inspiration like Diana or Hecate, or Celtic like Rhiannon; she is also known as Habondia, Hulda, and Herodias, and sometimes by other versions of the last name, Aradia, Ariadne, or Arianne. She is Mistress of the Moon as well as the realm of Venus.

In all your operations of romantic love it is her presence you must invoke, by any of the aforesaid names you may find significant—again a little mythological research will help you here. You should strive to contact the goddess before your spells of romantic love, by visualizing her clad in silvery garments, mantled in darkness wherein the stars dimly gleam, and with long streaming hair. She is crowned with a wreath of flowers and corn, while above her brow shines the lunar disk on either side of which rise two rearing serpents. On her right hand perches her symbolic bird, the white dove.

All flowers and blossoms, particularly those with a perfume, are sacred to the Lady, and before beginning the more complex operations of love it is as well to strew your altar with them. Apart from the associative symbolism of flowers, they also give off a subtle magnetism which is peculiarly in accord with works of this nature. No magical circle is necessary for these operations either, for the force invoked is benevolent rather than a hostile one, and as such need neither the sharp magical focusing nor the quality of incisive delineation provided by the Athame’s traced boundary line No demonic entities or unfriendly departed shades are summoned in this type of witchcraft. All that is required is the purification of the place of working, and the spell itself.

Paul Huson
Mastering Witchcraft

Taste the sweetness…

June 26, 2015


“It was at first almost as if he hadn’t wanted to kiss her. His mouth was hard on hers, unyielding; then he put both arms around her and pulled her against him. His lips softened. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart, taste the sweetness of apples still on his mouth. She wound her hands into his hair, as she’d wanted to do since the first time she’d seen him. His hair curled around her fingers, silky and fine. Her heart was hammering, and there was a rushing sound in her ears, like beating wings”

Cassandra Clare
Clockwork Angel

Good idea…

June 26, 2015



June 26, 2015


we had only a few days, but they were very long,
the light changed constantly.
a few days, spread out over several years,
over the course of a decade.

and each meeting charged with a sense of exactness,
as though we had traveled, separately,
some great distance; as though there had been,
through all the years of wandering,
a destination, after all.
not a place, but a body, a voice.

a few days. intensity
that was never permitted to develop
into tolerance or sluggish affection.

and i believed for many years this was a great marvel;
in my mind, i returned to those days repeatedly,
convinced they were the center of my amorous life.

the days were very long, like the days now.
and the intervals, the separations, exalted,
suffused with a kind of passionate joy that seemed, somehow,
to extend those days, to be inseparable from them.
so that a few hours could take up a lifetime.

a few hours, a world that neither unfolded nor diminished,
that could, at any point, be entered again–

so that long after the end i could return to it without difficulty,
i could live almost completely in imagination