A walk in the shoes of the barefoot sub
Sometimes a sheer body stocking and some light bondage is all you need to feel super sexy. I love what a bra does to my clothed figure, but without the covering of fabric I still feel lumpy and bumpy in an unattractive way. With weight loss comes baggy skin, a delay in the shape change. ... Continue Reading →
Photo credit: JerBear If he wanted to see me cross all he had to do was stretch out in the sunshine, erection on display in all of its glory. Since his behaviour two weeks before I had been nursing my hurt feelings, brooding. Not only had he topped me from the bottom, but he had bratted... Continue Reading →
"I've got a five-day game for you next week." My phone lit up again. This time with a list of items to gather up. Suspender belt Rope Leather My favourite sensual material A scouring sponge Tea tree oil With just one thing missing from my list I had to go shopping. Oddly it was just... Continue Reading →
Today the sun was shining and my thoughts turned to spring. The sun was shining and the sea looked so inviting as I ran along beside it. The cheeky wind reminding me that although spring is technically here, it is still in its infancy. Patience is required,though the daffodils and celendines danced in the gusting... Continue Reading →
Certain foods, drink, candle light, a certain song, a particular scent, Wednesdays; there are all kinds of things that people consider aphrodisiacs. Different people are turned on by different things, so, this week, what we want to know is: Do you have a go to aphrodisiac? What things help put you in a sexy mood?... Continue Reading →
I had a visit this week from the lovely Dr Lovelace for dinner, a catch up and some fire play. As seems to be tradition for us we both ended up topless, this time setting fire to things in my courtyard. With the sad news of Keith Flints death on Monday it seemed a fitting tribute to... Continue Reading →
Her beautiful Adonis stood at the lust-o-meter, holding the phallic grip he barely registered a clammy. To her he would always be at least smouldering. Reaching around she rubbed her hand across the familiar bulge, his meaty cock impressive even when flaccid. Sliding her hand inside his pants and squeezing his thickening shaft. "This isn't... Continue Reading →
Looking down she trailed her fingers along the parallel lines of her suspender straps. The smooth sensation of the belt gripping her soft flesh; snug but not too tight, gripping but not biting. Picking up one stocking she worked her fingers to the toes, bunching up the flimsy nylon. Rolling the fabric over her toes,... Continue Reading →
Complete each sentence with an anecdote of sexual adventure or misadventure: 1. The first time I . . . ...had sex in a car was with my first boyfriend. It was in his mums car, a white nissan almera estate. The romance doesn't stop here. We were pulled up in a layby, and the seats... Continue Reading →
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
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 →
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 →
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 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 →
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 →
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