My Dream House

Nigel recently asked, "What is your dream home?" I adore questions like this, Nigel :) They always take me away to lovely places.

From the time I was 8 or 9 years old when we drove to visit my grandmother, we would pass by "my castle". There was much mystery surrounding this abode. Rumor had it that the owner brought the stones over from England just to build a castle for his new bride. I often imagined what it would be like to the young Lady bride, riding up the drive in a carriage pulled by a beautiful thoroughbred and eventually resting my head on the pillow in my turreted bedroom.

For a few months in my early 30s, I lived less than 5 miles from my castle. Even then my heart would jump a little as I drove past on my way to work. I could imagine my library filled with floor to ceiling bookshelves and a ballroom in which I danced both gracefully and seductively ;)

Today I can also imagine the basement. A nice, big open area with plenty of space to house a dungeon. Not a dungeon of torture because that isn't my thing. A sensual, erotic dungeon where I could capture and torment in the most delectable of ways ...


Each of my castle's turrets houses complete guest quarters including bedroom, sitting room, and bath.


Since it was built in modern times, there is a lovely in-ground pool. Can you imagine the pool parties I would have there? ;)


The great hall. Into which of my rooms will I take him? Down to the dungeon or up to one of the bedrooms with their canopied beds and soft, thick mattresses? Perhaps to the hottub room where I might sink down and allow him to pamper me.. Mmm.. I may never let him leave.