Don’t forget that maybe you are the lighthouse in someone else’s storm.
Recent explorations found me wearing a big smile at a busy spot, which was unusually quiet.
Though it was one of the scavenger hunt locations which seems like it should be so easy I keep seeing graffiti at the wrong time. . Either I’m with my children, there are too many people about or I am dressed in a way I can’t expose myself.
It certainly made me smile when I saw it, and with many fellow delegates struggling with con-drop I rather hope that this will lift some spirits.
It’s Friday and I’ve just arrived in London for eroticon. Rather than get myself removed form the capital before the fun starts I thought I’d share an image from closer to home. I found myself perfectly attired to take advantage of a public map for the scavenger hunton a very public footpath… What’s a girl to do?
For #Boobday this week I have found this picture on my computer from last may, a planned moment of exhibitionist madness. A play park during the day, the school day I should add!
It also makes a nice addition to my Scavenger Hunt collection.
There is something about public exposure, and from the start of the request to “expose myself in places I could get caught while ensuring I didn’t” this was a place that I wanted to make work. This cafe serves the best espresso, and I really didn’t want to get barred. I must have tried to get this picture a dozen times but either my nerves or technique failed each time.
My heart was racing once I realised I had succeeded, what I needed was more coffee!
With a moment’s peace I flicked through the albums of my phone to share for this weeks #Boobday and my first Scavenger hunt entry in a long time. This goes back to much earlier in the year, and a task. I had planned to visit the library and take this picture, but what I hadn’t counted on was the number of CCTV cameras in the local history section.
I am sad to say I have been neglecting my blog. There are all sorts of reasons, but mainly it comes down to my needing to focus elsewhere. Now though, life has become manageable once more. The state of arousal that I have been in since early august has reduced significantly and I can now get back into my routines. f4tfriday is a meme I have been following for some time now, and as I set out my intention to get back into the swing of things I found this weeks post, and decided that this would help remind me what I am doing here.
Where do the ideas for your content come from?
My main plan for A Leap Of Faith was to share the story of how I became the woman I am today. This hasn’t changed at all, and this week will see a return to the story. I also really enjoy the memes and try to participate in Sinful sunday, TMI Tuesday, The Scavenger Hunt and #Boobday even when the words are failing me.
How do you get inspiration? Who or what inspires what you post?
For my story I am inspired by events that have happened in my life. I often have correspondence of one form or another to look back on, smile and share. Pictures stored on my battered old laptop are a wonderful reminder too. I’m also inspired by the work of so many of my fellow bloggers. The artistry in others photos puts my selfies to shame, and I am being forced (ok, not quite forced, but you know what I mean) to up my game and get more creative, or mischievous.
How do you decide what to share, and why?
I can’t tell my story without including most of the gory details… but I will generally only share what is relevant, or if something that has happened o me may be of use to someone else to read. Not just the bad things that have happened in my life, but the accidents and taboos which may not be discussed openly. I was tasked to write by Sir, and now that he is away again I mainly write for me. But knowing that I have helped others with certain tricky situations makes sharing the gritty stuff worthwhile. If I am sharing about a person directly I will make sure they are anonymous, aside from initials. If I am allowed to link to their kinky social media then I know they enjoy the exposure. I have even shared a writing posted by a friend of mine on Fetlife. I find the #SOSS idea to be wonderful too. Not only does it add meaning to my wanderings through the reader, but it gives something back to the sex blogging community which I have found to be so welcoming and inclusive. I also get immense pleasure from sharing the monthly elust publication. I have been submitting my writing for a number of months now, but this month I was delighted to have my image chosen for the header.
I hope this has given you a little insight into my world. It has certainly been a great way to reflect on why I share and how I am inspired. I’m looking forward to the next phase of writing… Changes are afoot!
Exploring the moor with friends is so much fun.
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It would be sinful not to mention The Scavenger Hunt as I tick another location (The giant cross) off of the location list.
Chatting about this blog while exploring Dartmoor for some rope photos I told him about the scavenger hunt. He has a sense of mischief to rival my own, and we laughed heartily as he loosely tied me to the gate just off a steadily busy road.
I had been over the moon to think that I had friends who liked me regardless of my kinks. Discussing this while he tied me to the gate I was genuinely surprised to understand that I have friends who like me because of my kinks!
My focus has been on my children. Initially I missed them so much I found it hard to concentrate on anything so busied myself in ways that got me out and seeing people rather than being on my own where I could dwell on how much I missed them. And when I got them home again we have been so busy that it wasn’t just them who was worn out after a long day of exploring. Now, as August draws towards it’s final few days I have a little time to myself again.
This time in my old stomping grounds. I couldn’t resist taking an evening selfie in the glow of a parking machine of a busy car park. It felt good to be getting up to some adult mischief once more, and I can hardly wait for the opportunity for creating more mayhem over the next few days while the boys are away.
I have been wanting to share this photo for a little while now, Dan took so many lovely pictures but I didn’t want to bore you with them. Then I read a girl on a bench by Hannah and took it as a sign that now is the time to post. I remember this photo being taken like it was yesterday. The camera clicked at just the right moment, as a breath of warm wind lifted the hem of my dress. My eyes are drawn to the soft arches as I sit barefoot in the sun. I wonder what catches your eye?
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1. What is the most marvelous thing you have ever seen?
Four years ago my youngest son was very unwell, at one point we didn’t think he would make it home. Not six hours after his lowest point his big brother turned up to visit him in hospital. The sick little toddler in his hospital crib immediately stood up and started babbling away to his superhero. The love that those two have for each other is phenomenal, and is the most marvellous thing I have ever seen.
2. Are you a starter or a finisher?
I would always have considered myself a starter. I get so many great ideas that I get started with, but often seemed to lose focus. Tasks from Sir have changed this, I have become a consummate finisher. Tenacious in my desire to finish what I start. He has given me the gift of focus.
3. When did your heart last ‘skip a beat’? Why?
Yesterday I was on Dartmoor for a quick run, and I stopped to bag a tor. Once I had put myself away again I looked around and the view from my position took my breath away. I wish my photographic skills could show you just how wonderful the view was. Vast open spaces regularly make my heart ‘skip a beat’.
4. What does your perfect day look like?
I have so many options for this, but some quiet time in a wide open space, happy children, great food and wonderful company would all be high up there. A spanking?? Oh, yes please! And some contact from Sir before I go to sleep.
5. What would you call your autobiography?
A million little leaps.
Ideas on a postcard please.
Bonus: How does it feel to be photographed?
Four years ago this was incredibly hard. There are very few pictures of me before then. 15 years ago I told my wedding guests off for constantly wanting to take my photo, and the emotional abuse that I endured with P the desire to be captured on camera only decreased. With the arrival of Sir in my life came tasks that encouraged me to be more comfortable in my own body, including sharing my pictures with him. Since then I have discovered I can take an ok selfie, and even had a risky shoot with a local photographer. Still not too comfortable in front of the camera with my clothes on, but I guess that is the problem with being confident in my own skin?
A wide open wonder land, I am always astounded by the beauty of Dartmoor.
In the spirit of achieving my Tits out tor bagging challenge I took advantage of the good weather on monday and ticked another five points of interest off of the list. Haytor is a particularly popular spot on the moor, and the surrounding countryside was quite busy. I’m glad I did this one before the holiday makers all arrive in a couple of weeks!
I had intended to share them for #Boobday but have just noticed the time. That’s what happens when you sit around chattering to a good friend over dinner. As I haven’t gone to bed yet I am still going to count it as friday, and share away. And a second post for my scavenger hunt.
I stumbled across a phenomenom called Tor Bagging while looking up information on Dartmoor. It set me thinking about putting my own twist on it and so, while out for a run earlier in the week, I decided rather grandly that “Tits Out Tor Bagging” needs to be a thing.