A walk in the shoes of the barefoot sub
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 →
BDSM is a game for #SinfulSunday
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 →
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 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 →
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 →
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.
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