Flashing #SinfulSunday
My pretty hair lights, people, that’s what is flashing today, not me. I don’t have to in this top…
Click the lips for more sexy, sinful Sundays!
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My pretty hair lights, people, that’s what is flashing today, not me. I don’t have to in this top…
Click the lips for more sexy, sinful Sundays!
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In some ways the events are the end of our process here at Smut.UK, so when we rocked up to Smut Leeds Saturday morning I was feeling pretty relaxed. After weeks of preparation there was just the set up at Live Art Bistro itself to do then all that was left was to go with the flow.…
Prod, prod poke.
The fearful anticipation, I don’t want it, the scream and the yelp as I pull away from the digging digit. It shocks, it hurts, I want it to stop.
But oh, the sharp blossoming pain is so ecstatically good.
Marks. They’re amazing to look at, to track their changing shape and colour but their real beauty is in the way they hurt, don’t you think?…
There was a pride in my heart as I heard Sir recounting fondly how he hit me that one particular time and showed off photos of the marks that it made. I stood taller, smiled widely, felt satisfaction swirling with arousal.
I remember it too. The waiting, the wanting, the aching anticipation of what was to come.…
I am pooped. It’s been a very long day, no, week. But ooooh, today has been fun. I will write it all up in detail sometime soon but I’m a little bit knackered from all the Smut Leeds fun to do it right now! There were personality quizzes, hogties, a bit of dicing (with wild animals!),spooning and the most atmospheric journey to the lavatories…you’d have to see it to believe it!…
