Slinky #SinfulSunday

  I impulsively ordered some very out of the ordinary clothes for me with my Xmas pennies earlier this week. This is the dress and I’m very happy with my choice, what do you think of it? It was a bargain too as I got it in the sale from Yours!  

This is my Belly #MasturbationMonday

  I shared this photo and post on social media but as it’s something so important I thought I’d pop it up on my blog for Masturbation Monday today. And my tummy is fucking sexy, just saying.    This is my belly. It’s not something I generally share on my blog or social...

I love Smelling You

CW: Some Fatphobic comments within a fat positive post “I love smelling you.” A statement that fills me with joy, whenever H says it to me. “I love you smelling me.” I reply, because I’m always caught a bit off guard by the sincere lust in their voice and the intensity of their investigation of my...

On my Mind #SinfulSunday

  You all know I love bruises, but I really love bruises that I’m always aware of. My belly bruise hurt any which way I moved…mmm yummy. Reminded me of how I got it and who gave it me over and over again.  Even when I couldn’t see it, I could feel it but oh I also looked at...

Sinking Teeth into my Love of Pain

Pain. Will I ever understand why I love it so? I doubt I fully will because I’m constantly finding new ways to describe my reactions as well as experiencing new fun pain times that call for more pondering. I find myself with more questions than answers, always. Even when I think I know how...

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...

Say My Name

  It’s weird how the mind works, isn’t it? I was stood in a queue at the chemist. I was right at the head of it, I knew I’d be called up next but the person before me was taking their time so my mind was wandering. Honestly, I don’t know what I was thinking about. I’m sure it was the usual mix...

Delighted #SinfulSunday

I’m a masochist, yes, but that doesn’t mean I need to be covered in marks to be happy. I can find delight in the tiniest of nibbles, the smallest pinches the most faded bruises because I remember how I got them and that memory, that is what matters the most.    

Loving my Belly with Bruises

The Twisted prompt works well for this H diary. Why? Because society has twisted and distorted my body image so much over the 40 years I’ve been alive and this is a little insight into how I’m fighting that. Some people might call what happens in this H diary twisted too, but if it is...

Yearning Bliss #SinfulSunday

  The title for today’s post could just as easily be ‘Yearning Blisse’. I am yearning, needing, wanting. Anticipation is a wonderful thing but God, I want all the kinky, filthy, sadistic things done to me and I want them now but I wait, and therefore, I yearn.    

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...

Seriously? #SinfulSunday

  So, last time I was at H’s, I ‘stole’ a scarf. They say stole, but I say borrowed. I gave the scarf back. Anyway, to compensate them for lack of scarf I took some photos wearing nothing but it. In the process I got one that really I wasn’t happy with at first...