A walk in the shoes of the barefoot sub
All in all it's just a rubber cock on the wall... I know sinful sunday is all about the image, but every time I look at this photo my mind spins off to an eighties rock song with a twist. So here is the original: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YR5ApYxkU-U I hope you never hear it in the same... Continue Reading →
It turns out I'm a touchy feely sensation slut. I thought I had always been averse to touch, there isn't a time I remember enjoying the touch of P. His hands, his body, his tongue and his beard... all made me recoil for as far back as I can think. Taking my sexuality back I... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I need to pinch myself when I see how far I have come. It has been a difficult journey for me to learn to love the whole me. As I have documented on here often enough I struggled with my breasts for a long time. This picture, taken in a recent shoot with the... Continue Reading →
"It will be fun" he said as he took my hand, encouraging me from the bed. "You won't need to get dressed, just stay as you are." Down the stairs we went, peering through sleepy eyes and feeling the cold blast of fresh morning air as he excitedly bundled me to through door. Camera bag slung... Continue Reading →
Do you remember your first orgasm? How old were you? Tell us about it. My first orgasm happened while I sat on my brothers bedroom floor (he wasn't there) I could tell you about it again, or I could send you back here to the beginning and show you the start of my depravity... What is... Continue Reading →
1. Do you like where you live or do you wish you could move? I love where I live! There are things about the property that I am working on, but all homes have compromises. It is the area that I am in love with. When I find myself thinking how lucky I am to... Continue Reading →
The barefoot sub and her barefoot friend went out to play. It's sinfully good to be barefoot in company.
It was cold, wet and windy, a foggy December evening on dartmoor. Under the frame of the transmission tower that tops North hessary tor I asked my Dartmoor loving friend to help me add to my Tits Out Tor Bagging Collection. As always, he was happy to oblige. Once I dressed he decided it would... Continue Reading →
The world of social media is a strange one... I opened up my twitter this morning and at the top of my feed was a post under the hashtag #fitbutfat. It's not entirely random, and it's certainly not a self-depricating search. My study has me wading through the muddy waters of social media in an... Continue Reading →
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Today I am celebrating. It is one year since my divorce was finalised. I'm very good at remembering important dates so realising this today was a very welcome surprise. Life will never be without challenges, but every day seems to be sweeter now. Yes, even the rubbish ones! So feel free to raise a glass... Continue Reading →
It is time to fill in the blanks. I am hesitant to set my intentions for a new year, but this seems far enough away from the bells to not be resolutions so I'm going to fill in the blanks that TMI Tuesday Blog has left for me. 1. I want to repeat _____ .... Continue Reading →
No, that's not right!! F is for: Filthy Fetid Freckled Flying Foot Click the lips to see what everyone else has offered for the January Prompt. F is for Sinful Sunday was first published on A Leap of Faith
Apparently I've become a real rubber lover! My new dress arrived today, and after my oldest finally settled I could try it on... If you like this you will love the shoes... 😉 https://youtu.be/ZfbBqBOSXlU
I am so comfortable in my own skin, just being me, that I often forget that I'm a "very kinky girl" and I can't remember the last time I was "taken home to mama". Sometimes I'm reminded when I open my mouth and say something that seems normal to me, and yet shocks others. Or... Continue Reading →
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