Cracking Tits? Or Lumps, Bumps And Flaws?

Thinking about Sinful Sunday, I was searching through old memories, wondering what I could possibly share that was a little different from my colourful bottom and rope. Not that these aren’t worth sharing, just that there is so much more going on in my world… I had a flash of memory, of SWL and her cracking pair of tits. Her first shoot back in late 2018, and an experience that cemented our friendship. Much like my first shoot with Dr Lovelace, but with the shoe firmly on the other foot.

Pinging this picture off to her and asking if I may share, she told me it was one of her favourites, and that yes, I could publish it. So, not only do I have a picture for sinful Sunday, I also have an excellent opportunity to continue my story. Picking up a little before my New Years’ Eve at Twisted Boudoir.

You may remember I met a very nervous SWL before the munch I was guest hosting.

We kept in touch online, swapping numbers and chattering away. Her body confidence was (is?) ridiculously low. I’m always surprised at this, considering she is a willowy brunette with cracking tits! But then, our minds tell lies, and hers had spun a doozy. She was often berating herself for lumps, bumps and flaws. I asked her where she was seeing these things. And if they were there, were they faults or not? Adamant she pressed her point home.

So I sent her a picture. One of my first outdoor rope pictures, taken by Loki when I was improving my health but still on the curvier end of the spectrum. I asked her to point out the lumps and bumps and flaws, as if she was looking at a picture of herself. The photo definitely had evidence of the perceived flaws she bullied herself over, but they didn’t diminish the beauty of the image. It was more that they added something. I look for a feeling, whereas SWL seemed to be hell bent on seeing her own imperfections.

It didn’t take long for her to reply regarding these “flaws”.

Apparently there were none. It was just a beautiful picture of me sat on a tree stump, tied up. So I spent a bit of time picking my photo apart, as if I were treating myself like she spoke to herself. Soon the picture was littered with brightly coloured swirls, and I pinged it off again. “Found some” I said, before leaving her to look and respond in the way I expected her to.

Predictably she responded exactly as I expected. She tried to allay my self-criticism effusively. Praise coming through thick and fast. I stopped her, mid flow. Asked her why she couldn’t see any lumps and bumps on me (a lady genuinely covered in them).

Whereas on herself, an elegant, willowy Brunette with cracking tits, she could.

It just goes to show that brains lie.

Big time!

But her brain was working on overtime and, with a glimpse into how badly she was treating herself with the language used she decided that she wanted to do a shoot. With me. If we could find a photographer.

As it happened she became aware of a photographer through her vanilla friends before I was able to hook us up with one from PurplePort. His name was Rocket and he was new to NSFW photography. SWL and I got our thinking caps on, came up with a selection of sets we might like to create with him. Erotic, kinky, not explicit, and body positive was our plan.

Bearing in mind that shoot day was only the second time I met SWL, we were remarkably relaxed in each others company. Rocket, a timid little man, wasn’t entirely sure what to make of these two women, strutting about in barely any clothes. I just remember thinking how natural it felt. Clearly, this was the sign of a good friendship building? To me, at least. And I guess for her because we have now been friends for over five years and I still can’t get rid of her! 😉

Five years stemming from lumps, bumps and building body positivity…

Anyway, before I wander off down the path of many, many memories, let’s get back to the shoot. Be tried a few sets: lingerie; body sock; Christmas lights, and reindeer jumper. The list goes on a bit further, it was a whistlestop tour of sets, as one of us changed, the other would be getting some pictures taken.

But the final set is both of our favourite.

The pair of us together. Her, naked but for a blindfold, kneeling by my feet. Me, standing in heels, latex trousers, corset, blonde hair tied back, hand in her hair… There were images of me artistically ‘flogging’ her, fresh from the Amelia Hawk workshop. Her folded over further, gorean slave position as I looked on.

And then there was this one.

Which clearly shows her lumps and bumps.

(OK, it shows off her cracking tits, but that’s essentially the same thing.)

This photo pretty much sums up our friendship. While we are not romantically or sexually linked, we are close. More like sisters than friends. It causes us huge amusement when vanilla world friends are clearly trying to work out whether we’re a couple or not. She often calls me the boss, and she (mostly) does what she’s told. And sometimes I enjoy her making big long lists and planning our days. We’ve both had to learn patience with each others quirks. And we have a lot of fun together, creating memories, and sprinkling giggles wherever we go.

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