I love my curves much more than I did but I still love them more when covered in beautiful bruises. Coloured in by brutal strokes of vicious implements wielded by a hot meanie.
My kinky birthday party reminded me of something wonderful – how much I am loved. The marks on my flesh, that still linger a fortnight later, keep reminding me of that every time I look at them.
CW: Extreme sadism and masochism One recent Tuesday afternoon something amazing happened. I said ‘No More.’ Me, high level masochist that I am. The pain slut who worries that she rarely calls an end to a scene and even rarer finds a limit. I had enough of pain. And it felt wonderfully...
Bi+ Visibility day is the 23rd September and when I turned up at H’s recently they had a plan for a Sinful Sunday image to celebrate. The next day I was sporting a bruise in the Bisexual pride flag colours and so my piggy back idea came into being. Go check out theirs as it’s brilliant...
I love Zumba. I’ve been attending a class pretty much once a week (or more) for the last 8 years or so. What is Zumba? Basically it’s a dance based exercise class. It has a mix of upbeat music and simple dance moves that is quite addictive. It is not an easy work out. It is...
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.
Getting on my Nerves H gets on my nerves a lot. No, it’s not the constant punning (I really do enjoy that) or how I repeatedly hear the material for their stand up (again, I like it. They’re funny and I’m being useful.) and it’s not even the way they gently mock me when I say something a bit silly...
Today’s offering is a continuation of the action that started in Torn to be made Whole but can be read as a stand alone if you want. We laid together, heads opposite ends of the sofa, H’s leg running along the length of my body between mine. I was replete, basking in post...
I realise that my diary-like accounts of meetings with H run long. I’ve looked at this one and thought about splitting it up, but you know, I think it’s works best all together like this. So, fair warning, this is a long post. But when you’re going deeper, it’s gonna take...
Thank yous for H. There was a moment that made me think about how thankful I am for quite bizarre things. It was morning, H and I were both lying naked in bed. Playing, fucking, snuggling and praying for the alarm not to go off (again) but knowing it would and we’d soon have to go our...
Whenever I see H I feel vibrations of lust radiating throughout my body. I feel the vibrations in the air around us. A Tension. A need. A want. I was attempting to be on my best behaviour as H’s housemate was in (and answered the door to me) but as soon as I was in their arms that became so...
January is always a tough month for me, a lot of it is down to the all pervasive messages that tell me my body isn’t good enough. I have struggled with that pretty much for my whole life (at least from School on wards) and I have more body confidence now than I’ve ever had but it...
Play Club was so busy, hubs and I couldn’t find a place to sit so we stood in the corridor chatting. It was late on as we’d been to Miss T’s first to Celebrate Animal’s Birthday. I promise we didn’t just go for the curry, but damn, does Animal make a good curry! However, I had possible...
I has a fun Saturday, celebrated Animal’s birthday with curry and kinky friends then headed over to Play Club where I got a wonderful beating with a side of scratching…so today, I’m sharing the scratch marks because you’re all sick of my butt I’m sure plus these...
My butt is well rounded but the title of today’s Sinful Sunday post is actually in reference to the marks on said butt. They’re wonderfully rounded, looking somewhat like bites. Which, as I know I was hit with paddles and a flogger, is pretty fascinating. I’m endlessly...
So, I knew my friends were plotting something but I had no idea what. Which is a miracle, as Kev really struggles to keep a secret. As it was, I found out on Saturday at my kinky birthday party. A large, rectangular present wrapped in heart covered wrapping paper appeared on the table with...