Sinful simplicity

How many undervalue the power of simplicity… But it is the real key to the heart.

William Wordsworth

The simplicity of the clean lines of my white knickers against the final hints of bruise on my milky white flesh.

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Sinful Sunday
Sinful simplicity was first published on A Leap of Faith.

Be kind, be genuine, be thankful.

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This weeks Food for thought Friday prompt has struck a chord with me.

After such a wonderful birthday last week, full of kinky goodness and family time, I have been pondering what else I am grateful for. The UK may not celebrate Thanksgiving but it certainly doesn’t hurt to think about the question posed this friday.

What are the things in your life that you are most thankful for?

Firstly, and most importantly, I am thankful for my children.

Growing up they were never part of the plan, but things change and I have two marvellous little boys who make every day worthwhile. They have saved my life more times than I could ever recall, and their innocence and vulnerability gave me the strength to make the changes needed in my marriage, and fix boundaries with their dad. They make me laugh until my ribs ache and inspire me to be the best example I can for them. They teach me lessons daily, whether that is the immediate emotions of a five-year old, or translating the puzzling behaviours of a ten-year old autistic boy, whose magic world is so amazing he struggles to comprehend this silly world we all have to live in together.

I am thankful for this wonderful corner of the world that I call home.

The moors and coast are my happy places. I would like to say that I am lucky to live here, sandwiched between these wild open spaces that feed my soul, and I truly believe that I am! However, I am also very aware that I engineered this move to give myself the space to heal, and the boys a wonderful life, and I am grateful that I live in a world where that relocation was possible. Being here has given me the space to heal, to excise those emotional wounds which had festered so long and turned toxic. I didn’t have to hold myself on high alert constantly so was able to crumble, fall apart. I’ve since rebuilt, restructured and gained in confidence. My wellbeing is soaring and resilience has improved immensely. The support I’ve had from professionals has been invaluable, but it is my friends who have been the biggest surprise.

I’m thankful for those wonderful souls who have become my friends.

I’d never really had any, not of my own. Friends of P, yes. People I was thrown together with through circumstances, yes. But the men and women who are in my life now are incredible, they love me because of who I am, not in spite of it, and after such a long spell of self loathing I can’t express how wonderful that feels. To be authentically me! These wonderful people have shown me that I can ask for support from friends, whereas in the past it was always just me giving. I’m thankful for their patience when I have needed to retreat, their showing me how to lick my wounds, and the late night phone calls when they have been in need.

I am also thankful for my ability to love.

I thought I knew what love was, but I didn’t. Instead it was a desperate fight not to let people leave me, because I didn’t like myself. With tasks and friends, and exposure to normal(?) friendships I have learnt to love myself, and with that self-love I have found an inner warmth. It has wrapped around my soul and spread out over people who I let in. And this warmth comes from within, it isn’t an external force. It was unlocked by one person, and to Him I shall be forever grateful. Having given me the kindling and matches, Sir will always hold a special place in my heart. I shall be forever thankful to Him for showing me that I can love, without expectation and without being broken by it. And now? Now there is no stopping me!

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Give a little whistle for #boobday.

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Hunter’s Tor

With the whistle of the wind in my ears I lifted my top and blew…

Now the weather is turning cold, wet and windy I have begun to get back in the swing of things with the challenge I set myself: Tits out tor bagging.

I love dartmoor and want to show it off in all its beauty, but sadly my arms are just not long enough to do that and show my breasts so I was a little grumpy for a while. And then I remembered an app I used to have on my old phone, which is such an easy idea. Of all of the remote trigger apps I chose whistle cam after being recommended it by a rigger. She uses it for her more complex self ties and I used it until my old phone ran out of memory. At which point I filed it away in my own internal archives.

With whistle cam installed I set off running, towards Hunters Tor and set things up. My whistling worries proved unfounded and the app detected my toot with no problem at all.

Happy #Boobday everybody!

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Give a little whistle for #boobday. was first published on A Leap of Faith.

Writing is the painting of the voice.

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My beautiful floggers from Kabunza Craftwerks.. For writing love notes on people’s skin.

It has been ten months since I began blogging, but for as long as I can remember I have been writing.

From tentative forays into creative writing as a pre-teen girl, allowing the poetry to bubble over through my adolescence and then more technical writing for study and work. I have always found it easier to communicate my thoughts and feelings through the written word; troublesome and happy memories often become tangled up together in my brain like spaghetti, the writing helps to seperate and smooth. When I first met sir he nurtured this by allowing my thoughts to flow through emails, never stifling me. Tasks, reviews and fantasies. Nothing could stop the depraved contents of my mind seeping onto the screen.

MrN also enjoyed my indulgent emails, and M enjoyed love notes dropping through his post box…

When sir came back into my life at the start of the year the blog that he tasked me with seemed overwhelming, confusing. But he knew me, and wanted me to continue to grow, in skill as well as confidence. It wasn’t long before the fear passed and I embraced this new world of communication. I have found a wonderful community where I can share with like-minded souls and, even when the words dry up, I can participate with images and pouring over the writings of others.

The task was to share the story of how I became the woman I am today.

Over the last ten months I have meandered my way through thoughts and memories to March 2017, all the while writing new memories. As I mentioned in my Everyday is #Boobday post last week I have just celebrated my birthday. Over the last four years I have made some wonderful friends, and one such lovely lady, Dr Lovelace, organised me an utterly awesome weekend away. It started with a flogging workshop with Aemelia Hawk, of Kabunza Craftwerks. Her workshops have been on my bucket list for a long time, and I came away with skills (some very exciting skills) and some beautiful floggers.

Oh, and a shameless selfie!! Fangirl moment…

A whistle-stop tour of the hosting club gave us a peek at the exciting times that could be had on future road trips before we dashed off to our next stop, Ticklemania!! I will write in depth when I catch up to now, but as a curious woman with no previous experience I was oddly nervous. Well, oddly for me. However, saturday night saw me as the newbie, and I could not have been made to feel more welcome. I made some new friends, experienced some new things and can wholeheartedly recommend this event, and venue to Lees, Lers, and kinksters. There was also cake…. It seems that my 36th birthday coincided with the tenth Ticklemania, and who doesn’t like cake on their birthday?! (Or any other time, but then I’m a cake slut!)

Worn out from the days exertions we headed back to our hotel in the early hours.

The next day saw us heading to the Birmingham Bizarre Bazaar. This has been on my list since before I’d even heard of Aemelia, and when our planned photo shoot was cancelled the week before we decided to head along. I’m so pleased we did. We bumped into people from the night before, and I met Zak Jane Keir whose blog I have been following for a while, but didn’t recognise her. As I bought a book we chatted about her writing, and the anthologies she had worked on. A conversation followed on all things Eroticon and writing in general. Life doesn’t seem to be getting any less exciting.

What a wonderfully wicked weekend!

It seems I had better get my writing head back on, so many memories to think about, process and enjoy all over again. And the list doesn’t seem to be getting any shorter! That’s ok though. As Benjamin Franklin is quoted as saying:

Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.

That’s a piece of advice I can adhere to.

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 Dr Lovelace, me and Aemelia Hawk.

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Writing is the painting of the voice was first published on A Leap of Faith.

Always be a work in progress #Boobday

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Urbstract Photography caught me reflecting.

Progress is a funny thing.

Tomorrow is my birthday. Turning 35 was the end of an incredibly painful year and I was so very, very low. I can barely believe the change in me since then or the progress I have made in the last year, but finding this picture left me reflecting again. This was taken almost mid way between birthdays, and it is very easy for me to look at it and see the physical imperfections.

But that’s not what #Boobday is about!

I started making healthier choices last november, losing 4.5 stone to date. If you are have read many of my posts you will know that I enjoy running too. It isn’t the physical changes that I see in this picture. Last year I had sallow skin and almost constant panda eyes, spending the majority of my time covered in bulky clothes. The peace that I see in the picture above is my everyday now, the demons are much easier to control at the moment and I enjoy just being at peace.

At peace with myself, and with the world around me.

I may be scatty from time to time, and lose focus on the additional tasks, but the important things are taken care of.

I wonder what progress I will make over the next year.

I have many things to look forward to, goals to achieve and an enthusiasm I never had in my twenties. Exploring my kinks, meeting new people and remembering to nurture not just my children, but myself as well!

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Always be a work in progress was first published on A Leap of Faith.

 

Elust 112 – A month already? That time has gone quick!

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Photo courtesy of Cara Thereon

Welcome to Elust 112

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 #113? Start with the rules, come back December 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

 

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Broken Idol

So Your Partner Has Feelings for Someone Else

Vagina, vag-OWW-NO

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Responsibilities of erotic fiction characters
Pause on Red

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Hell for leather

*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

Relax Baby…We Got This.
Harry Potter Cured a Phobia My Abuser Gave Me
I didn’t mean to write this.

Erotic Fiction

Tied Up Tuesday
Andromeda
Scattered Lilies
My Eyes Adored You
Marks
caught in his web
Oh what a tangled web…
A Fine White Thread
The Doll’s Face
The Cold Breath of Night
…and Pause

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Men should STFU

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

One decision from a totally different life.
The changing nature of my submission

Erotic Non-Fiction

Feathers
Hmnh. Well, that was different.
Mid-Locktober Confessions/Punishment

Poetry

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Blogging

Blogging and me

Writing About Writing

Rage & happies, #dommelife

 

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Basking…. Sinfully

Basking in the light and glory that comes with not giving a damn.

Alice Oseman.

Retreating into myself last week the last thing I wanted to do was socialise.

But I’d arranged to go to dartmoor for some more rope and photos with my friend who took this one, among other pictures. I’ve yet to introduce him properly on here as I haven’t reached the point I met him. But to push my limits with sharing my beloved dartmoor and my soothing coils on a day when I just needed to hide away…

Anyway, he tied me up, and took pictures while I basked in the weak November sun.

My worries just melted away.

And the hikers who stopped for a picnic gave us something to chuckle about.

(Plus, it’s another tits out tor bagging success!)

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I told you it was… TMI Tuesday

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1. Do you go out of your way to be nice?

I don’t think. So, but then I think I’m generally quite a nice person. I would certainly say that I never go out of my way to be unkind or mean to others. What I am learning is to be nice to myself… That certainly takes effort.

2. Some time ago people were buried with items they would need in the afterlife, what would you want buried with you so you could use it in the afterlife?

I’m going to be cremated and scattered at my favourite spot at the time of death. Currently that will be somewhere on dartmoor, but it may change. I guess the only thing that I want to have in any potential afterlife would be my freedom.

3. What social stigma does society need to get over?

That we have to be perfect. There is nothing wrong with being good enough. (or so I keep trying to tell myself)

4. When was the last time you told someone “I told you so.”?

Just thinking about that phrase makes my skin crawl. I would certainly hope that I have only done that in jest, but honestly I don’t recall saying it.

5. When was the last time you were snooping, and found something you wish you hadn’t? What did you find?

The last time I went snooping was here. I can’t say that I wish I hadn’t found it, because it was a valuable lesson in trusting my gut. I wish I hadn’t snooped and had just trusted myself, but I wasn’t ready to do that at the time.

Bonus: What small seemingly insignificant thing did your parents or someone else say when you were a child that has stuck with you all this time?

You can’t live your life backwards.

That is my favourite little saying from my childhood. It is probably one of the reasons I am so keen to keep pushing myself onwards.

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I told you it was… TMI Tuesdaywas first published on A Leap of Faith.

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