Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. ~Robert Frost Two roads diverged for #SinfulSunday was first published on A Leap Of Faith
Two roads diverged for #Sinful Sunday.
On The Road To Eroticon- Meet and Greet
I'm winding my way down the road to eroticon. I've been looking forward to attending Eroticon since I saw the posts surrounding last years event. I knew then that I wanted to be there this year, and would find a way to make that happen. My gran died in June, and I was given a... Continue Reading →
Don’t forget to play #Boobday
Play and mischief takes many forms for me. 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. Don't forget to play #Boobday was first... Continue Reading →
A writer is always writing for someone.
Writing is a funny thing. It gives me the a wonderful outlet, a way to process events and mull things over. Over the last year or so I have found a community in which I feel like I belong. The sex blogging community have welcomed me with open arms, supported me when I have had... Continue Reading →
What difference can you make today?
What a difference a purple pinky makes. Suddenly I'm feeling sexy again; desirable and deviant. This same bra last week, functional and appropriate for the day. Last night I felt like a new woman, a mellow state of arousal engulfed me. Did I look different to the friends I saw at the munch last night?... Continue Reading →
Hearts and flowers for TMI Tuesday
1. What are your romantic needs? My romantic needs are minimal in all honesty. For the most part I get what could be seen as traditional romance from my friends. I miss having someone to cook with, but I have wonderful friends who will happily come round for dinner. Having someone to confide in, to... Continue Reading →
Those who fear muddy feet will never discover new paths.
"What are your plans for tomorrow?" Painting the picture of my day it was clear that I had a couple of hours free before the school run. A window of opportunity where you could play with me, push me, see what I was made of. The anticipation bubbled away as I made my way through... Continue Reading →
BDSM is a game #SinfulSunday
BDSM is a game for #SinfulSunday
Good ideas start with great coffee.
There is nothing like a double espresso in my favourite cafe. 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... Continue Reading →
Don’t forget to fall in love with yourself first.
I have shared this picture before, on Sinfully spread for sinful sunday. It got me into a little trouble with the powers that be at WordPress, leading to my blog being removed in the middle of June. On the comments Molly suggested I take part in the pussy pride project, and since then I have had this... Continue Reading →
I have learned that grief is another name for love.
I still find it astonishing, even after 21 years. You would imagine that it would get easier, and in many ways it has. I can now celebrate the many times we enjoyed, and I can look back with joy in my heart rather than total devastation and, more often than not, anger. Anger with you... Continue Reading →
Every mile will be worth my while.
1. How do you spend most of your time? I'm a mum, first and foremost. Those lovely children of mine fill my heart and mind with tasks and chores. I'm also studying, though that probably doesn't take up as much of my time as it should. Aside from these two I spend the most part... Continue Reading →
My legs are longer than my patience.
"Be there by 7.30pm, I will be there shortly before 7.45pm and I need you naked when I arrive." The message was accompanied by a dropped pin on google maps. It was quite a drive, and once I parked there would be a 20 minute walk. I would have to get a wriggle on if... Continue Reading →
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.
There was a time when I couldn't stand touch. As a child I was always loved, my family were close-knit and always there for me, no matter what. But it was never shown in a tactile way. Love was shown through actions rather than hugs and kisses. My adolescence saw me exploring sex in all... Continue Reading →
All in all it’s sinful sunday.
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 →
