Sometimes life throws a curve ball, causing distress from which we need a helping hand to ease away from. Or in this case what you might need is Broccoli.
Broccoli? I hear you say.
I know, it’s confusing… Stick with me, this may need some explaining.
So, SWL has been enjoying a period of smooth sailing in her world, life has been good and she’s been building on her firm foundations. However, a couple of weeks ago she received some family news that was particularly unwelcome. I won’t go into details, there’s no need, but suffice to say that she will be receiving plenty of support, distractions and silliness (as appropriate) from me. Her family now has a plan of sorts, something to work towards. A common place where they can hold space for each other.
But SWL still needs this foolish oaf in her inbox.
When she messaged me, in the middle of her shit storm, offloading about this, that and the other, she also sent the following message:
Wow, Broccoli REALLY likes to get wedged between my teeth.
I can’t pop over and give her a big hug, not on a school night. (It’s a two hour round trip. Not something I have a problem with unless I’m getting ready to put my children to bed. What I can do is dip into my fridge and send a silly picture to make her smile. After all, Broccoli is a superfood, great for health. I choose to believe it’s good for mental as well as physical health.
Initially she called me a wally, but I pointed out that I am in fact an idiot.
Of course, she agreed, but was keen to mention that this is “one of the MANY reasons you are so awesome!”. I’m not sure about that statement, but I do know that I like my quirky sense of humour. Not only that, I love being able to make my friends smile. Especially when they’re having bigger things in their world than they can manage alone.
Oh, and in case you were wondering there is an erotic element for this image.
It is for February PhotoFest after all. Just in case long blonde hair, or cosy knitwear aren’t your kinks, this might open a new interest for you… Inserting a Broccoli stalk into my mouth was a bad idea for this cock starved cum slut. I filled my face with cruciferous vegetables, but my wet knickers indicate my brain decided it was something else…
Thank you for joining me for February PhotoFest 2023. This is my fourth time joining the month long celebration of erotic and sensual photography. If you’re enjoying it please do go and check out the previous years: 2019 was an incomplete month. I skipped 2020 due to not blogging at the time but 2021 was a joy to plan and complete, in spite of lockdowns. 2022 was a little more relaxed behind the scenes, but jam packed with pictures and memories I love.
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.