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    #SinfulSunday – late night

    Anyone who thinks Twitter is not real life has entirely the wrong idea of it in my opinion as the responses to this picture brought tears to my eyes when I posted it early Sunday morning. Click on the lips below to see who else is being sinful this Sunday ?

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    Flying

    The sting of the wings imprinted on my shoulders by your belt glow with our mutual with-held desire, our long, long wait. ¬†Each stroke creates a sting, creates a gasp, creates an involuntary twist away, followed by a voluntary twist back. Each stroke is accompanied by a wish that this will be the last stroke, followed swiftly by a desire for it not to be. Your sulky cock, aroused by our sinuous tango, pushes in and pulls out, each thrust accompanied by sting, gasp, twist, twist. Your hand in my hair arching my back, we ride out and across the sky, sting, gasp, twist, twist Collared anew, pony hair and…

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    This place

    This place is where I am safe. Sprung fast from a form too scared to hold me, I careen to the rafters, fear billowing behind. Away. Away from whatever I can’t stand or name. Another pill to swallow, another mirror held, to reflect an image I don’t recognise and can’t quite grasp, and yet holds me in her grip like death. Because I am lucky he comes to find me. Hand outstretched, palm up, as if to encourage a wild bird to perch. Fixed as I am, my eye gimleted with nervous strength He softens and soothes. There, it’s OK. There, just breathe. There, you are safe. And his there,…

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    #SinfulSunday – lipstick

    The act of putting on lipstick, creating a gash of red or enhancing a pout like a bruised peach, is mesmerising. I love to watch women applying lipstick in a mirror. The concentration, the slight frown, and the lick of a tongue across teeth before a smile. An assent perhaps, a nod at the woman in the mirror, an ‘I see you’ moment before going out to conquer the world. Don’t forget to click on the lips below to see who else is being sinful this Sunday ?

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    Will you still love me tomorrow?

    I had had a lovely weekend. Hanging out with friends in the beautiful English countryside. Eating good food, sharing jokes and wisdom both bad and good. And now the weekend was drawing to a close I had a room in a house I wanted to live in to view on my return to town. Yet I became aware of a sense of disquiet as I pulled into the supermarket car-park to buy food for later that dogged me around the cooked chicken counter and followed me to the basket till and back out to my car again. Settling on my shoulder with a familiar discontented sigh like a dog with…

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    #SinfulSunday – knickers

    I came across these in my drawer today due to a laundry crisis. I had no clean knickers that matched my black bra and one of my rules is that my underwear should always match. It was a happy accident though as it resulted in this picture which I love, and the chance to wear open crotch knickers under my innocent denim skirt all day. I felt properly sinful ? Don’t forget to click on the lips below to see who else is being sinful this Sunday

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    #SinfulSunday – stairs

    Halfway up the stairs is a stair where I sit There isn’t any other stair quite like it It’s not at the bottom It’s not at the top But this is the stair where I always… …. creep downstairs to take #SinfulSunday photos whilst everyone else is in bed ? Don’t forget to click on the lips below to see who else is being sinful this Sunday