Too Much Information (Tuesday) may be harmful to your health.

Which animal listed below represents your true sexual self?
a. Chipmunk – cute and cuddly
b. Monkey – all about being mischievousness
c. Tiger – I’ve earned my stripes

Definitely tiger. I love my stripes, and purr like a big cat when I’m wearing them.
2. Your partner is in the mood for sexy fun and you are tired – what do you do?
a. Start snoring. There is no way I’m giving it up tonight.
b. Trade. You give me a massage… and we will see…
c. That would never happen!

I’ve only had this situation with my ex-husband, and that is an entirely different answer. I have also been overcome by tiredness when I haven’t felt the attraction.
3. Which of these sexual descriptive labels closely matches you?
a. Dominant
b. Submissive
c. Top
d. Bottom
e. Switch
f. Kinkster

G. Hedonist. If it isn’t fun… Though my sexuality is submissive.
4. Would you rather have your enemy eaten by a shark or die in an earthquake getting swallowed up by earth?

I’d rather they had to continue to live their awful lives in the knowledge that I don’t like them.
5. For the next year, would you rather be dressed like a mime every day OR look normal but not be allowed to talk?

I can’t stand having to choose what to wear, so dressing as a mime solves that issue.
Bonus: What’s the most beautiful word in the world?

I love the word Panacea. It sounds lovely and what could be more beautiful than a cure all?

Tiger stripes
As a tiger I’ve earnt my stripes
TMI Tuesday blog

Elust 110~~Time of the month!

Elust 110 Header Exposing 40 naked in a beach changing room
Photo courtesy of Lido ~ Exposing40

Welcome to Elust 110

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #111? Start with the rules, come back October 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

 

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Fat, Beautiful, Worthy

Not going great

what pro-choice looks like in practice

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Uniform response…

Mx Nillin Fucks… Melons!

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

The Gift

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*
All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

 

 

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

My Experience with a Soft Penis
Once upon a time
How to choose a sex toy for couples?
The rediscovery of my submission
The darkest hour is just before dawn.

Erotic Non-Fiction

Here and Now
A “Uniform” Experience?
The Next Generation
Teasing

Erotic Fiction

Collaboration
Live Your Desire
Big City
Trick or Treat? Halloween Party (Part 2)
The message said
Girls Do it Better
Barefoot and Bitless
Teddy’s tentacles

Poetry

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Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Are cam models sex workers?

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

He Smacks My Face, and I Love It
Beach bum

Blogging

Collaboration

 

 

 

Elust

I am the gate; #Boobday

Exposed at the gate.
I am the gate; whoever enters me will have a real good time…

I know I have mentioned my expanding friendship group ad nauseum, but they are a wonderful group.

Chatting about this blog while exploring Dartmoor for some rope photos I told him about the scavenger hunt. He has a sense of mischief to rival my own, and we laughed heartily as he loosely tied me to the gate just off a steadily busy road.

I look forward to sharing more of our adventures over time….

I had been over the moon to think that I had friends who liked me regardless of my kinks. Discussing this while he tied me to the gate I was genuinely surprised to understand that I have friends who like me because of my kinks!

Every day is a school day.

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Every Friday is #Boobday hosted by Hyacinth is a wonderful body positive meme. Plus #Boobs!

The Scavenger Hunt hosted by Pieces of Jade is a wonderful excuse to explore and expose. Lots of wonderful folks to check out over there.

I am the gate; #Boobday was first published on A Leap of Faith.

There is no such thing as an ending, just a new beginning

Packing up

With my move imminent, and M and I back on speaking terms it was time to get ready for a new beginning.

P rolled over and accepted the move when I told him the plan, I guess he was effectively let off the hook as far as parenting went. The boys didn’t take any convincing either. They immediately liked the town and the school, the local moors and beaches were quick to capture their attention too.

I was so lucky to have my beautiful friend B on hand with sage advice.

She helped me to understand that while I loved M, if I wanted him in my life I needed to take those feelings of romantic and needy love and turn them on their head, into loving feelings of friendship. She didn’t say that it would be easy, but she showed me that it would be possible. She had experienced something similar with an incompatible ex recently and they were the best of friends.

With the boxes packed, the van filled and my keys collected M and I set off down the familiar route.

Emotionally and physically exhausted I sat next to him in the cab. He was in the driver’s seat and tunes were playing quietly through the speaker by my ear. We barely spoke on the trip, not through awkwardness or animosity, rather lost in our own thoughts. As I looked out of the window at the frozen trees as we climbed speedily through the forest I noticed the snow flakes falling and settling in small banks on the verge. In reply I began to silently weep, I don’t know why. Sadness for my lost relationship? Grief for the marriage that wasn’t meant to be? Relief at the new start? Maybe even fear?

Gathering myself before we pulled up outside my new front door I felt lighter.

Something inside me had been released on that drive, perhaps I had set myself free? And once the van was empty and the beds assembled I took M out for a carvery. A small token of my appreciation. We sat and ate far too much food, laughing together and enjoying each others company as friends.

Back in comfortable companionship. The kind that only happens when you are happy in your own self.

I was beginning to realise my value again. To not only see that I didn’t have to file down the edges of my square peg in order to fit the round hole, but to believe it independently of outside forces telling me it was so. Life had been hard at times, but I would never ever give up. The move signified a fresh start for me, a new set of choices. How would I choose to rebuild my life? A fork in the path that lay ahead.

But which way would I choose to go?

Beginning from the end.

There is no such thing as an ending, just a new beginning was first published on A Leap of Faith.

TRUST and the catharsis of tears.

trust and tears
Photo by Kat Jayne on Pexels.com

Trust is the basis of everything, not just in kinky relationships but everything.

In my post Happiness is only real when shared I sent you to read a good friend of mines post on Fetlife. He spoke about the different layers of trust and his personal struggles with them. I know that not everyone is on Fetlife, but this was a post that I wanted the world to see. Well, a wider audience at least… So I asked him if I could share it here, and he has agreed that I can post his original post here.

Where would we be without trust?                                                                                          It is vitally important in all walks of life, you trust your doctor, your dentist, your mechanic, your bank, your friends, but it’s even more important in the games that we play – we trust that someone won’t bring a third-party into our play when we have expressly said not to (yes, it’s happened to me), and after all how many here would allow someone to do the things that they do without at least a modicum of trust?
And that’s the thing isn’t it.
Now I personally find it incredibly difficult to trust anyone – I know why this should be, I know where it stems from – I have spent too many years with counsellors and there is just too much in my past that influences it, I have tried not to let my past define me but in many ways haven’t been overly successful. For me trust now comes in three flavours (shall we say), there is trust, Trust and TRUST. The first, well that is just your bog standard ‘I trust that you will not fuck me over Mr Mechanic’, Trust is a step up from that and most friends are at that level, they’re the ones I would go to with personal issues and the ones who know a lot of stuff about me and I guess that for most people this what they would consider to be trust, but TRUST, that is reserved for the special ones, the people who know more still… and if you get to that final one and then betray it, well, you know.
TRUST is also the level I need before I can relax and fully immerse myself in a scene.
Several years ago Mistress Magpie wrote a piece in New Statesman about a sub she had who visited her regularly and who wanted to be spanked to tears, she mentioned how that person was incredibly stoic, and how it took time to build up mutual trust in order to fulfil that need until the day came where she broke that sub and they were indeed able to cry. This article came out around the time of 50 shades – and was written in direct response to it, it was a direct ‘this is what is wrong with everything in that film’.
Three guesses who that sub was – if you said me, then go to the top of the class.
And that is the thing, I need to be spanked/beaten/tortured to tears, I need to be broken, because there is something incredibly cathartic in those tears and god knows I need that catharsis, I need the full sobbing with snot running down and yet I can’t do it.
In scene my TRUST is broken.
Now I Trust the person that I play with, I Trust them implicitly, and I allow them to do all sorts of things to me, playing with limits, putting me through emotional torment and horrors galore and seriously head fucking me – believe me, they wouldn’t get near me with sounds if I didn’t – but Mr Stoicism, that side of me who blocks me from letting go and embracing TRUST and tears just wont back down – I can get close, I can get to the point where I THINK I am going to cry … and that’s it, nothing follows.
And this is frustrating, I find that EVERY time I play now it is almost like there is a part of me that is separate, looking on with calm dispassion, feeding me truth to dispel the things that are said in scene and thus dispelling the fear that I need and preventing me from fully letting go.
I find that I now completely disassociate from a scene.
This is what happens when TRUST is broken.
And it is being incredibly unfair on the person that I play with! She knows what I need, and she tries incredibly hard to give it, she has worked hard to improve her CP, she acts the complete bitch because she knows it gives me pleasure, she will grind heels into my flesh and torture me endlessly and she knows that I get satisfaction, pleasure and relief from seeing her … but she also knows that without the catharsis of tears (hmm, sounds like a bad novel) then I am unfulfilled. And whilst she has never said anything about that, other than on those occasions when she thought maybe she had succeeded, still I feel bad for not being able to TRUST her.
Now you could say that maybe I don’t actually need to cry anymore, that maybe that part has passed and I am on a different path now, and yes I will grant you the possibility even whilst I don’t really agree – I have my reasons for saying that. I will also grant that after last year maybe that has caused me to back away emotionally but I thought that with time and the same play partner (and off and on I have seen this person for over a year) that maybe it would return. So far there is no sign of that and so I am resigned to the possibility that, just maybe, it isn’t going to happen.
Trust, you know, it is important!

TRUST and the catharsis of tears was written and originally posted by slave lytton.

Sinfully Shiny

Shiny

Shiny happy people

I’ve worn my catsuit a number of times since I got it, housework is so much more fun in latex, but Thursday was the day I finally was made shiny!

Many thanks to my rubber loving friend… just about visible enjoying his reward.

Come and see what other people are up to:

Sinful Sunday

 

Sinfully Shiny was first published on A Leap Of Faith.

Happiness is only real when shared.

sharing is caring

It has been a few weeks since my last #SOSS as life has been tipped upside down with the school holidays.

For me the chaos is set to continue into the new term, but I am trusting my ability to sail through the fog and having the physical time to return to my blogging routine is helping to ground me, keep me positive and maintain some focus on the bigger picture!

I have been trying to keep track of my reader, but there has barely been a moment. Now I have a chance to sit with some funky tunes and a cup of tea I have put together a small collection of pieces I have enjoyed since my last post rather than just the last week. 

My Controlled Ascent is a blog that continues to draw me in. Kisungura has started a collection of writings called Kis’s Kinks and her take on gentle breath play was a wonderfully relate-able read for me. The more of her posts I read the more I want to enjoy, and with the new school term starting I see that I am going to have a little more time to do so.

I find myself reading through review pages more and more. I have a few toys that I would love to buy and am looking out for mind-blowing reviews to help me find the right toy. Emmeline Peaches Reviews is one such blogger whose honest style I enjoy. This week I followed the link in my email to Embracing Sex Toys As A Woman. I saw the title and pounced on it. What more could I learn about embracing my not-so-secret love? It didn’t give me any further excuses to buy toys (not that I need a reason!) What it did give me is an insight into how my friends feel when I link arms and suggest we go to an adult store. If you are nervous about sex toys then this is a great read, you are not alone! If you have been growing a collection since before you left school and don’t understand why others worry then this is great for you too!!

Collaboration from Pieces of Jade brings together a list of many of the popular memes, but also highlights how important the meme that she hosts is to her. As an exhibitionist and explorer The Scavenger Hunt is one that I have just begun to take part in. It makes me smile to see other people with a similar attitude to myself, taking exposed pictures in random places. I, for one, would love to enjoy more people’s kinky explorations!

One of my wonderful friends posted his first writing for a very long time on fetlife. In his writing TRUST and the catharsis of tears Slave-lytton talked about his struggles with trusting others, and added a fresh understanding of trust and what it means. Not only to my dear friend but to myself as well. I wonder how many of you can relate? If you are on Fetlife I highly recommend more of his writings, he has a way of capturing moments.

A blog I have been following for a little while now is No Pants Endurance. A man after my own heart he is an endurance athlete with an exhibitionist streak. There have been so many posts I have salivated over  enjoyed reading, and a post from this week Cornography tickled me. He is ticking off Scavenger hunt locations at an enviable rate… I must get going!!

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Photo by Jodie DS on Pexels.com

Happiness is only real when shared was first published on A Leap of Faith.

Racing Tits! #Boobday

Racing tits
Yes Tor

Racing is a term I use loosely in regards to my running.

I’ve always enjoyed events, but since getting back into running at the beginning of the year I have been drawn to trail events. Last weekend saw me tick off three more tors for my Tits Out Tor Bagging challenge, and I picked up a very cool medal.

 

Come and see what everyone else is up to for Boobday

boob day meme

Racing Tits was first published on A Leap Of Faith

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