T is for Traces

Sometimes I am knocked for six. It doesn't happen very often but occasionally my mind is completely blown. This week saw just one such situation. My mind and body flowing over the edge repeatedly in the hands of a friend. Dressing today I noticed the remnants of passion. Traces of his fingers framed by my... Continue Reading →

Relaxing in rubber.

Relaxing and rubber were two words that a year ago wouldn't have sounded right together. It's odd how in a year I've changed from being minutely curious about latex and a little scared, to missing it and my time spent relaxing in rubber. It's been too long since I've enjoyed any rubbery play time, either... Continue Reading →

None but herself can be her parallel.

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 →

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 →

Happy anniversary!

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 →

I am…. Sinfully me

This is my carefree, this is my freedom, this is MY HAPPY I am....Me. Authentically me... Click the lips to see what everyone else is up to for Sinful sunday's prompt week. I am.... Sinfully Me was first published on A Leap Of Faith.  

Dam, it’s #Boobday again

Another #Boobday friday, and another excuse to get my breasts out. Not that I seem to need much of an excuse. This week I visited the Avon dam, black tor and ryders rings. I even got to enjoy a little rain and some mud. Happy days! With the recent lack of rain the reservoir is... Continue Reading →

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