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    2018 – I am changed

    Sitting on his leather sofa in front of the fire and surrounded by the contented snores of sundry animals, I pause to consider what this year has meant to me, to us, and who has been a co-conspirator and fellow traveller along the way. Two main themes leap out at me as lie in His arms in the limbo land between Christmas and New Year. Those of endings and beginnings, the Alpha and Omega of life if you will. Many of you will know, indeed will have so kindly offered support through the last year of my dad’s decline and his death in late September. There is no getting away…

  • Sinful Sunday

    #SinfulSunday – winter city dawn

    I was up North last week for work and staying in a hotel with a panoramic view of the city as it woke to another day from the window. At the turning point of this year I would like to thank you all for your support. It has been a tough one personally but by no means all bad. Your support here and on Twitter has helped me get through the hard times more than I can say. Thank you ?

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    #SinfulSunday – in search of bokeh

    It became something of a quest. I wandered the streets of my small town, breasts exposed under my coat, in search of the circles of lights known as bokeh. Eventually I paused, finding a spot where I could unzip my coat and take the photo with the street lights twinkling in the distance. Cars passing within feet of me as I clicked. Flushed with success I went home and toasted all the other intrepid Sinful Sunday posters who venture out to bring pictures to us all each week. Don’t forget to click on the lips to see who else is being sinful this week

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    KOTW – collars

    I am His – this is one of the ways I know it The sting of the wings Imprinted on my shoulders by your belt. 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,…

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    If I were your girlfriend

    ‘Would you let me dress you, before we go out? Not cos you’re helpless, but cos those are the things, those are the things, that being in love’s about’  Prince, If I were your girlfriend. I remember when my husband hacked my computer and found my messages to M. He told a mutual friend that M told me what to wear as evidence that this was a regressive relationship. In fact, I had regularly asked my husband what I should wear and he always responded that I should be comfortable. I don’t blame him for this response but it was so far from what I was asking we might have…

  • Sinful Sunday

    #SinfulSunday – a bokeh, of sorts

    This month’s prompt is Bokeh, the small balls of light that come from over exposed sources of light in the background of a picture. I have to admit to having struggled with this and also to have really felt limitations of solo phone photography. Add to that a sense of running on empty in terms of energy and creativity and you have the perfect storm that almost saw me sitting this one out. However, in true eye form I found it impossible to give up, and so I cheated. I found a string of lights with balls around them and used the pro setting on my phone camera, set up…