The January prompt for Sinful Sunday is Senses. Now then, there are seven senses. Sight, touch, taste, smell, hearing are the ones everybody knows. The next two are vestibular (involving movement and balance) and proprioception (knowing where our bodies are in space). After that we are down to (un) common sense, sense of self and sense of humour.
With ten senses to explore I had a great idea…
Flicking through my folders I found a number of amazing photos. All of which would work so well around a favourite kink of mine- sensory deprivation. It really is such a joy to be shut off from one of those senses. But the accompanying words just wouldn’t come together. I could have spoken about the sensory differences in my neurodiverse household, but this wouldn’t have made a great Sinful Sunday post. Which just left the last three.
As it turns out, there was a picture…
1001011 is a fabulous rigger and a bit of a meanie. One that is pretty well practised at sadistic rope. We caught up for a gentle session shortly before Christmas and he dangled me from a piece of rope. I promise, I’ll share this at some point soon. When he let me down I asked to go up again- [giggle] “That was so much fun- again, again!” we tried something similar but completely different. This second one was only a short flight, and when I landed this time he was quick to tie me into a ball. It was then that he started tipping me over, hoisting me back up again, dragging me round before tipping me over again. Both of us rolling around on the floor (literally and figuratively) at the absolute silliness of my predicament!
“A sense of humour keen enough to show a man his own absurdities will keep him from commission of all sins, or nearly all, save those worth committing.”Samuel Butler
There is a lot of laughter in my life these days.
Twelve years of marriage to a man who said I had no sense of humour, followed by seven years of building evidence to the contrary. Sir opened my eyes to the fact that life should be fun. His ability to make me belly laugh never ceases to amaze me. The dry wit which he possesses matches my own, diffuses anger, upset and confusion. But there are so many more with whom I share laughs. You’ve met lots of them here, but there are many more besides.
I’m starting the year as I mean to go on, by sharing my sense of humour.
A Sense of Humour And Sadistic Rope was shared for Sinful Sunday. Click the lips to see what everyone else is up to.
If you’d like to see what happens when the shoe is on the other foot then try this post: More Than A Masochist. It seems sadistic rope tickles my sense of humour, whichever way it presents itself.
From the story of how the barefoot sub became the woman she is today, to toy reviews, with a hefty dose of contemplation, a sprinkling of erotica and a LOT of nudity in between, you can be sure to find something to tickle your fancy at A Leap Of Faith.