What a week mine has been. Full of surprises, and unexpected kindness from strangers. With drama and stress surrounding my blog (or sudden lack thereof) it was suggested that I talk to @DomSigns I never expected such kindness and patience, but he showed both and more besides. Not only was his 1-1 guidance great, his #techdaddythursday post had the same easy to follow style. So, if you’re on twitter, go and check him out. And if you’re not sign up, and then go and check him out.
I’m always excited when I can hear a small queue of visitors waiting patiently and somewhat sheepishly in the narrow corridor outside my cabin.
Nijntje and the Bear posted redemption is submission. I found it incredibly moving, and though this may not be her usual type of post (she popped a disclaimer at the bottom) but I wonder how many of us can relate to this in to some extent?
As someone who has particularly struggled with confidence in my breasts it was with great excitement that I joined in with Friday is Boobday yesterday. I was particularly taken with Pieces of Jade’s post. Her beautiful smile and gentle confidence ooze sex appeal, particularly when her cleavage is on display too.
And now I am entering the weekend with a spot of edging, which ties in with a site called Edging Space I wanted to share this week. Good fuck toys stay wet is just one of a whole host of posts shared on this site, and I shall be visiting regularly to see what else comes up.
WordPress suspended my account a couple of days ago. I spent a bit of time being upset, pulled my big girl pants up and got to work fixing the problem.
With the help of @DomSigns I now have all of my content back up and running. My site is now here at aleapoffaith.uk and while I have managed to take all of my followers over with me I understand that, though I will appear in your reader, if you would like to receive email updates then you will need to sign up for that again.
I stumbled across a phenomenom called Tor Bagging while looking up information on Dartmoor. It set me thinking about putting my own twist on it and so, while out for a run earlier in the week, I decided rather grandly that “Tits Out Tor Bagging” needs to be a thing.
So here is my first tor bagged, for my first entry to the Scavenger Hunt and my first time joining in with Boobday
If I have a fantasy I have been encouraged to turn it into a reality. So both, I think. When I say encouraged, I do mean I am often tasked with making them happen…
2. If you could hook-up with a past lover (with no repercussions or regret), who would it be and why? (No need to use real names just briefly describe the person and their relationship to you.)
I don’t have a past lover that I would have a bonus night with. They are all in the past for a reason. Besides, I have current lovers I wish I could spend more time with, so I shall say so long and thanks for all the fish.
3. You can only indulge in one of the following sex acts for the rest of your life, which would you choose to enjoy? a. oral sex, only giving b. 69 c. oral sex, only receiving d. mutual masturbation
I love giving oral and I’m told my skills are excellent. I think mutual masturbation would work for me as a good orgasm (or the promise of one/two/three) makes me all the more attentive in my offering.
4. With each lover do you pay attention to what they want or do you have a repertoire that you stick to when having sex?
Different lovers require different skill sets. It very much depends on our dynamic, and also it depends on what tasks I am working on for Sir. I always pay attention to what they want, the dynamic dictates whether they get it or not 😉
5. Do you initiate sex for healthful benefits, e.g., to sleep better or relieve pain?
I sometimes masturbate for the mental health benefits… Well, if I needed an excuse that’s what I would say.
Bonus: Do you understand the clitoris?
I understand the science behind it, and love the way that mine works. But they are all so different!! So while I understand mine, I still get very confused with other womens’. No wonder men find it so challenging.
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A couple of weeks ago my good friend,Dr Lovelace was helping me with some tasks and we got the wax out for some extreme body writing.
I love the way the wax I poured on her back has dribbled down her sides, and the flashes of red and blue. What I enjoyed was her reaction to the wax hitting her skin. Like me she giggles with the sensation and I have never seen someone else behave the same way. What I enjoyed most was removing the wax crust when it was time to clean up, rubbing her skin down with a wooden blade and then some exfoliating gloves. Again, lots of laughter filled my house.
Next time we have other plans, I imagine I shall share those adventures here too.
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Due to a family bereavement my blog has taken somewhat of a back seat over the last couple of weeks. I’ve still been here though, enjoying the words and images from around the kinky blogging community. Here is my little thank you for making the last week a bit more smiley.
My post uploaded on monday was my first visit to Masturbation Monday and Teacher’s Pet really put a smile on my face. I could quite happily have been her. This was just one of the wonderful posts this week.
Essence #116 is one of a series of beautiful poems from In10nse but this one made my skin tingle as while I read the words I was taken to my favourite scent of all.
And I am still working my way through the content from this months Elust-107.Next month I may well share something myself, but for now I am content enjoying all of the posts from the talented writers involved.
1. What was your biggest worry five years ago, do you still have that same worry or feel the same about it at this minute?
Five years ago I was heavily pregnant with a child I was terrified I wouldn’t be able to love or care for. My first birth was followed by 3 years of not liking my son, and this surprise pregnancy brought back a lot of those feelings of inadequacy and fear. Add onto that P had decided we were going to find out the sex of the baby, and upon discovering we were having another boy repeatedly made the points that he had a wanted a girl, he was deeply unhappy that I was growing a boy and I probably should have had that abortion he had suggested at the start of the pregnancy. (He is a real charmer)
Five years later and my fears have been proven unfounded. I didn’t experience postnatal depression second time round, and though there have been very challenging times I have removed the highly toxic P from my life (as much as possible) and found a strength of character which is proving to be more than good enough for raising two lovely little boys.
2. Do you have a positive or negative body image? What factors contribute to your self body image? a. advertisements b. media and social media c. comments from others d. introspection and analysis of self
I finally believe I have a positive body image. I see my body for what it is, and I am proud of what my body can do. Over the last five years I have gone from loathing my body to being fairly ambivalent about it. Just in the last year (from my heaviest last October to a healthier weight now) I have come to really appreciate certain parts. My breasts were the last part, with everyone else having the perfect shape or size and mine being, well, different. Following tasks from an exasperated Sir, and some great photos I have realised that when I say “all breasts are beautiful” that can include mine too. So much so that I even got fitted for a bra two weeks ago! Got to love Sir’s tasks and a spot of self-counselling.
Sadly, no amount of people telling me they like my breast, bum eyes or [insert preferred body part] has helped me in this journey. I have friends and lovers who enjoy my body, and sir has always been appreciative. But he has set tasks so that I can accept myself in my own time. And as my confidence has grown in my body so has my appreciation of it, and my willingness to look after it.
I have been a bit frustrated at the media and certain apps, one called My perfect body which allows you to shape and mould your photos to create the “perfect” shape. It makes me worry for the next generation. I may have downloaded it and had a go…
3. How confident are you as a person? a. no confidence at all b. confident around friends and family c. confident at work, and in my job d. very confident in my surroundings–work, social settings, with strangers
I have a quiet confidence which I find useful in most situations. From meeting strangers, to public speaking and with people who I know well. Strangely it is the people I know a little but not well who I feel shy around. Perhaps with strangers I can have the walls up, and those I’m close to have already found the secret hiding place for my spare door key. Those in the middle ground are, perhaps, more risky? Who knows…
4. How creative a person are you? Why? a. not creative b. average creativity c. creative in some situations d. very creative
When it comes to food I am very creative, particularly with store cupboard staples. Otherwise I rely on reflection or academia (writing) and patterns or pictures to copy (drawing and crafty things) I’m happy with my level of creativity.
5. Do you resent things being uncertain and unpredictable? Why? a. agree b. undecided or Don’t Know c. disagree
I can find uncertainty challenging, but resent predictability.
Fresh from the bath, smooth and naked, I knelt before him in the soft light of my lounge, eyes down gazing lustily at his crotch.
I heard him shift in the sofa, felt him lift a tendril of my damp hair from my neck and trace his finger under my chin, raising my face to meet his in a passionate kiss. “I can’t” he murmured, “I’m not him, I’m not Sir.”
“I know, and I don’t want you to be,” breathing into the kiss I continued “I just want to suck your cock while I kneel here.”
He clearly hadn’t needed much persuading as, breaking away from the kiss, he unbuckled his belt, lowered his fly and shifted to release his already engorged shaft. Licking my lips I lowered my face to take him fully in my mouth, shining his length with my saliva, before lazily running my hot wet tongue over his veins in just the way that I knew he enjoyed. The growl that escaped from his lips told me everything I needed to know and my already soaked pussy began to mark my soft soles as I knelt there between his legs.
“Enough,” he said, suddenly standing up.
I was jolted from my lusty haze as he stepped past me, moving to my left and stepping out of his jeans. It took me a moment to realise that he was sliding his belt from the loops as he tidied his jeans away. There was a dark spark in his already dark brown eyes, and he gently moved me from kneeling beside the sofa to leaning forward over the cushion. “This is what you need N, I hope you’re ready,” and the first blow of his warm leather belt landed across my right cheek followed moments later by a second, this time on my left cheek. The immediate sting followed by a spreading warmth was exactly what I needed, though I hadn’t realised, and M settled into a rhythm. I could feel every millimetre of the strikes as they turned my milky white flesh a hot red.
Looking over my shoulder I could see the fire in his eyes as he embraced the savage within.
Every swipe of the belt make my skin sting and tingle. Each blow led to more pleasure building across my skin. Twenty on each side was his limit, and he placed his weapon down next to my face as he moved behind me. On his knees behind me he buried his face between my hot cheeks, tongue desperately seeking my arousal which was leaking from between my lips and over my swollen clitoris. A hand on each cheek, kneading my tender flesh while he lapped at my sweet juices, before sliding his fingers into me and stretching my snatch wide so that he could get a proper taste. As he continued to torment my holes with his tongue and fingers I came to a shuddering climax which knocked the strength from me and left my body in a soft, trembling heap on the cushions.
“Oh no, you’re not done yet” came his tense response, “back on your knees again.”
And he helped me turn to my left, and get back onto my knees. With his hard shaft bobbing around in front of my glazed eyes I ran my tongue around his bulbous head once more. A short moan escaped his lips again as he fisted his hand in my hair, forcing my head back and my mouth fell open. As my lips parted he drove his cock into my mouth, into my throat, and as I gagged and spluttered he continued to drive into me, seeking his own release. With each stroke of his pleasure more of mine dripped from my hypersensitive cleft and I spread it over my clit and played myself to a second orgasm matching his eruption, his sticky seed spilling down my throat as I convulsed once more.
As his legs lost strength he folded down onto the sofa, pulling me up into his arms where I drifted into an untroubled sleep.
1. If you were an ice-cream flavor, what would you be and why?
I would be lemon meringue. I may present as vanilla, but I am far from it, and that is a wonderful surprise. When you first take the lid off the tub it looks very ordinary, but take a scoop and you start to see the swirls of lemon. Taste me, those yellow streaks are a little bit tart alongside the smooth creamy ice-cream. And then there is the hidden texture of meringue.
2. What are the best sexy skills you bring to a sexual relationship?
I am adventurous, unshockable and love to push myself to try new things and perfect old things.
3. What is the single largest problem causing you angst in your romantic relationship (current or most recent relationship)?
I don’t know that there is angst in my life at the moment. I guess I have to say the tasks I am set where I have to decide what to do “to please him” make me feel most anxious.
4. What is the best part about being in a relationship with you?
5. What is the biggest misconception that people have about you?
Still waters run deep with me, and the vanilla mask that is visible to the world is not the real me. I am usually seen as sweet and innocent, even among the local kink community. But once people become trusted they see that I am very much the opposite. One friend has just fallen off her chair at the thought of how family see me… but she has been on the receiving end of my sadistic giggle.
I have just been reminded that people sometimes see me as weak. Until recently I believed that too, and yet it couldn’t be further from the truth. Again, still waters run deep, and that strength isn’t on display for all to see, but it is there!
Bonus: When you look at old photos of yourself, do you like what you see?
I enjoy looking at me through the times of my life. Some pictures I enjoy more than others, but I love reflecting on my life and pictures help with that. When I look at these pictures (below) what is not to like?
I’m actually quite fond of my pussy. I like the way that I can drive myself insane with touch. I also like the way that it can send men a little bit crazy…
When Sir was learning my body through physical contact and video clips there was also a large amount of self discovery occurring.
Watching porn as a youngster I always worried that my voluptuous lips were hideous, not helped by theregular taunts from P about my “fat fanny.” It’s amazing what a little self acceptance, and self love can do. And I do love this part of my self.
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As I have said M wasn’t into D/s and power exchange, but he was fairly kinky.
There were a few things that he introduced to me which I absolutely loved.The first time he spit in my face was a surprise. Not because he had done it, I had known it was coming, but because of how much I enjoyed it. He always said that he would just get lost in my eyes, the brilliant sparkly blue gateways to my soul and it felt so depraved to have him gaze into them and, while making full use of my pussy, spit into those eyes, forcing them to close… This expansion of my kinks coincided with my youngest discovering he could spit. I have always prided myself on being a good mum, and fair. Now I was having to be hypocritical and tell him off for something that I happily enjoyed with M.
This wasn’t the only thing that I would have to teach my children not to do while embracing as part of my sex life.
But how did I come round to enjoying the spit? It seems so degrading on the face of it, so disgusting and unloving. I had always found mouths a bit gross, and that included tongues and spit, but as with all things it is the context with which you engage in it. Had he just come up to me and flobbed in my eye I probably would have been appalled and sent him packing with his tail between his legs, but as it was we had discussed why I didn’t like mouths particularly, and over time he got me to enjoy morning breath kisses. For someone who loves ass-to-mouth it may seem strange that morning breath kisses could seem so taboo, but we are shaped by other peoples ideals as children and my mum was very much about not poking out tongues or spitting. (I dare say Ass-to-mouth would have been a big no-no, but she has never witnessed me doing that!!)
With the confidence that enjoying new experiences brings I was soon tempted to try something else that felt so very wrong….
My nose buried in his testicles and my tongue lapping at his anus I had an idea. Pulling back I looked at the surprise and mild disappointment on his face, then I got a load of saliva together and spat on his hole…before putting my head back down and pressing my tongue into him deeper than before. The moans that escaped him were exquisite and so arousing. The next time I spat on him he was on all fours, and I had his exposed hole in full view. His enjoyment of receiving the spit and subsequent rimming was evident when he exploded all over his bedding. I’ve never been one to waste cum, so I sucked his mess from the mattress. Again, how can it be so taboo to spit yet I think nothing of hoovering up a puddle of semen?
With his reaction to my actions I wondered what his reaction to his own spit would be like.
The next time we were together we had a very vanilla coming together. It had been a while and I had not had release so I was keen to have a second round. Laying there I spread my legs wide as he knelt between them, reached down and using my fingers I stretched my folds wide apart. As I was about to say “spit on me” I noticed his flaccid cock coming back to life. I had never considered that my spread hole would have this effect. Sir and MrN had been keen to see me continue with stretching while I was under their guidance but it was always in my mind that they would be thinking of what they could put in there, not at what the gaping hole looked like. M’s reaction caused a shift in my thoughts there… Still, I asked him to spit on me and put himself to good use, which he did twice more that evening, and we both fell asleep with daft grins.
We talked in detail about his instant raging erection. It had been as much of a surprise to him as me.
From this point it was only a short hop to him using my face, and I was very happy to experience it with him. Over this period of exploration we experimented with my gaping pussy and both of our spitting in a variety of ways. It turned out that I liked him spitting anywhere on me, but I only felt comfortable doing so on his genitals. I didn’t enjoy using his face, it just didn’t feel right to me. Maybe that is my submissive nature (using my spit for lubricant but not humiliation) or maybe it was the remnants of a slightly conservative upbringing? Either way I had learnt a lot about this new form of play with M and I was very grateful to him for being dirty and to myself for having a sense of adventure.
The look on his face at my gaping pussy will stay with me for a very long time though, and I am also pleased that he enjoyed taking pictures of it for me…
1. Are you addicted to any social media (twitter, instagram, snapchat, etc.)?
I have accounts on a lot of social media sites, but I find it hard to keep up with everything so I just dip in and out.
2. You know a secret about someone. What do you do with that information? a. I keep it to yourself b. I tell my best friend c. I wait until they hurt me and use it as ammunition d. I tell everyone I can, I don’t mean to, I just cannot keep a secret
I keep it to myself. I love knowing things that other people don’t know. If it isn’t my secret to share and I tell people then the trust is broken and no-one will tell me secrets again!
3. You see someone breaking the rules at work, what do you do? a. Pretend not to see what is going on b. Inform upper management c. Advise the co-worker that their actions are frowned upon and can lead to job loss d. Tell everyone else in the office what you saw
I would firstly talk to them and show them the correct way of doing things, just in case they don’t know what the correct procedure is. If that isn’t successful then I would talk to my line manager.
4. A friend has a new hairstyle that is un-becoming, and not really age-appropriate on them. They ask you how they look. What is your reply? a. You look just fine. b. You look much better this way. c. OMG, you look a bit ridiculous. d. *Silence*
I am known for being direct. Honesty is the best policy and all that. However, I have learnt a little tact over the last few years and none of these responses fits with what I would say. The Shit Sandwich is a tried and tested way for me to tell people they look awful while not making them feel bad about themself.
5. How helpful are you at home? a. I come home and immediately veg out on the couch/bed. b. I cook and clean a few times a week. c. I am extremely helpful. d. I do what I am asked and nothing more.
As the only adult if I don’t do it then it doesn’t get done.
Bonus: In your opinion, what is the best city in the world? Why?
I am not nearly well travelled enough to answer this question with a well considered answer, but I love Germany and have a strong desire to disappear in the Black Forest so I think Stuttgart would be a great start.
I love Bruges too.
No, it’s just not happening, I need to go and see the world.
Underneath a bold exterior lies a fragile confidence. My breasts come to the back of the line for that confidence for so many reasons but… Sir is encouraging me to see things differently, a recent blip triggered a very challenging task…
It must be a challenge for him to see me take the occasional step back but I am a work in progress.
Aren’t we all?
I adore the shape of my breast and nipple in this picture.
I have had a really manic week for so many reasons, but have managed to keep half an eye on my blog and the wonderful posts that pop up in my reader.
I had been a little worried about Curious Clitty, she had been a very regular writer and I missed her posts. This week she made a return with a post which made me stop and think. I think we are all evolving constantly, and while I am entirely submissive with Sir in other parts of my life I can very much identify with CC’s words.
In TMI Tuesday this week the first question was about feminization. It isn’t something that works for me, but I do enjoy learning what makes other people tick and Porn Girl must have read my mind! She sheds some light onto what she enjoys about it, and although I never thought there was anything wrong with it I can now appreciate feminization from a different perspective.
Dayliacatt is a blog that I like to keep up with and yesterday she did not disappoint. I loved the pictures, and reading the post I could almost feel the lesson being learned!
I like to read poetry as well, and sometimes get a little emotional if it hits home. I love time spent in my own company, and with groups of friends, but it has been a long time since I have felt lonely in a way that hurts my soul. For me Scarlett A. Rhiannon sums it up perfectly, and I may have had wet eyes after reading.
This image from submiss34f really captured my attention. She has some other wonderful images too, I recommend anyone to pop over and give her a peek.