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 alone or with MrLatex. I’ve been looking through my pictures and found one that instantly made me want to play. (if only I weren’t staying with family away from home) It’s from the same play session as this one but shows a different side to me.
The side that loves to suck cock!
Particularly when that cock is straining for release due to the excitement of a new smokey black opaque catsuit.
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, heel and then calf she stretched her leg away, pointing her toes. Admiring the length of her outstretched pin she continued to adorn herself, finally attaching the clips of the strap to the stocking top. First the front, and then standing for the back. Repeating the process on her left leg she sat down, and swung her toes out in front, both legs together and apart, watching the straps flex and the nylon shift as she moved gently on the edge of the bed.
Feeling sexy and glamorous she marvelled at the outward difference in herself.
And though she felt similar in some ways, her life had hopped from one course onto another track, in the same way as her fingers snaked from one suspender belt strap to the other one running parallel on the opposite thigh.
Tomorrow is my birthday. Turning 35 was the end of an incredibly painful year and I was so very, very low. I can barely believe the change in me since then or the progress I have made in the last year, but finding this picture left me reflecting again. This was taken almost mid way between birthdays, and it is very easy for me to look at it and see the physical imperfections.
But that’s not what #Boobday is about!
I started making healthier choices last november, losing 4.5 stone to date. If you are have read many of my posts you will know that I enjoy running too. It isn’t the physical changes that I see in this picture. Last year I had sallow skin and almost constant panda eyes, spending the majority of my time covered in bulky clothes. The peace that I see in the picture above is my everyday now, the demons are much easier to control at the moment and I enjoy just being at peace.
At peace with myself, and with the world around me.
I may be scatty from time to time, and lose focus on the additional tasks, but the important things are taken care of.
I wonder what progress I will make over the next year.
I have many things to look forward to, goals to achieve and an enthusiasm I never had in my twenties. Exploring my kinks, meeting new people and remembering to nurture not just my children, but myself as well!
Caught lapping up my ice cream on a family day out.
As I’ve mentioned before if I were an ice cream I would be Lemon Meringue. To all intents and purposes it looks vanilla, but wrapped up inside is a beautiful collection of different layers and textures. As Nijntje rightly points out there is nothing wrong with vanilla, but I do like to feel the mischief bubbling away inside while I am attending vanilla settings with family and friends. Lapping away at my lemon meringue ice cream brought certain thoughts to mind while the boys and I watched the floats, majorettes and marching bands travel past.
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