Bowed #SinfulSunday

  I took this prompt as a bit of a challenge. To take a photo from below and display myself in a way I wouldn’t usually. I took soooooo many photos but I was pleasantly surprised by how much I liked this one. It shows off my marks and my thankful submission so well.  

Dirty #MasturbationMonday

  CW:Knife play, Watersports If you wanna know what happened before this scene check out Crying Out Loud, this can be read on it’s own though you’ll get more of an insight into my frame of mind if you’ve read what had just happened. Also you’ll get double the hot :p ...

Crying Out Loud

  I think it’s quite apt that my post is about pain,humiliation and crying when the prompt is ‘Pleasure.’ This is all pleasure to me. Even though it seems like quite the opposite. It is my greatest pleasure. And thanks to Molly Moore for letting me know Humiliation is the...

Tied Wide Open #SinfulSunday

  Today’s offering is by far the bravest photo I’ve shared. I’ve ummed and ahhhed, looked to crop it and decided against posting it a million times.  I love it because it captures a moment that represents something special to me but it makes me uncomfortable because it shows...

Smiley Boobs #Boobday

  So, my partner H is also known as Kitty,well to me anyways.  At Cocktails and Fuck Tales their housemate drew a kitty on my hand (to show I’d bought my ticket) and that made me smile. H, my Kitty, made my boobs into what I think of as the Kitty Smiley, you know, this one :3 with some...

Body Positive Bruises #SinfulSunday

“H bit hard, deep, without mercy. In places that delighted me and places that I’d mentioned in my writings that I was self-conscious about.  Did they bury their teeth into the flesh of my squishy chin by coincidence? Did they just happen to nibble on my belly because there was a bruise there...

Afterwards #MasturbationMonday

  Afterwards Reminders at the most mundane moments. The edge of a drinks bottle on kiss and bite plumped lips. Bag strap across breast bruises, bag banging on deeply sore butt. Sitting becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Public transport vibrations hitting the spot. The sore, used aching spot...

The Eating

  So I stood and watched H cook. (If you’re wondering what I’m on about you might want to read part 1 The Meeting) sipping on water, appreciating their body (They’d removed their t-shirt ‘cos they were hot. And rawwwrr they’re so fucking hot) and chatting gently. Kinda aware that my dress was...

The Meeting #MasturbationMonday

Selfie taken on the coach heading to see H   So, you might have seen some of my ridiculously horny posts over the last few weeks. They were all inspired by H who I have been waiting patiently (well, sorta patiently) to play with for…well, ever. We met quite by coincidence and from a little...

Anxious Anticipation.

  Anxious Anticipation. Teetering between terrified and ecstatic. My stomach flips between anxious, flittering butterflies and growling, hungry lion as I think of you  and I together. I want you, Oh, how do I. If I counted the ways I’d be here ‘til a week on Wednesday at least. But it is my...

Erotic Visitation

  Continuing my theme of fevered anticipation, another writing based on my recent experience of wanting someone so much I physically ache. Goddamn it April, hurry your ass up!   Erotic Visitation I am haunted By the weight of your lips on mine. The taste of you, the shape of you, the want...