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    #SinfulSunday – red ribbons and baby blue

    In case I ever forgot where we started Fetlife provides a catalogue of images from our beginnings. If there was any doubt that we are kinky fuckers this image surely dispels it. Bound, plugged, the jeopardy of the lighted candle and being told to ‘stay still eye’ it is all there. His planning, my obedience, and the sheer joy of us connecting physically, emotionally and psychologically is writ large. Five years later I am more His than ever I was, even more than here and that is surely saying something. Don’t forget to click on the lips to see who else is being sinful this week Photo credit @domwithadee

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    An extraordinary ordinary day

    I collected Him from my home town’s train station. Waiting for His familiar grin to enter my field of vision I squinted up the platform, and, as I turn, catch sight of Him almost managing to sneak up and pull my hair which is His preferred method of greeting me.  Naturally this is followed swiftly by a deep hug and an even deeper kiss as I breathe deeply into his shoulder. The bright autumnal sun seemed to reflect our happiness at being together.  Earlier that day I had asked Him whether He wanted me in jeans or a skirt.  Checking in for His preference has become something I do when…

  • Sinful Sunday,  Words

    #SinfulSunday – I am – reflective

    As always, I have sought to make an image that is meaningful to me as well as, hopefully, creative and erotic. My father’s death last week has meant that I am reflective rather than sinful but hopefully this fulfils both mine and the prompts’ requirements . Don’t forget to click on the lips to see who else is being sinful this week