• Wicked Wednesday

    A moment in time

    Stepping from the warmth of the car to the crisp fresh air should not have come as a shock, the drive here had, as instructed, been carefully executed. The strangely satisfying crunch of Dubarry boot into freshly layered snow resonated in the still air. She thought back to the drive here, only three red lights, only three occasions when her right hand slipped within her knee length faux coat, under the coat to her warm, and yes wet, naked flesh, feeling the pulse of anticipation in her now throbbing clit. The instructions were simple, embedded in her mind, no room for error, no opportunity to feign misunderstanding. “Walk please, the…

  • Sinful Sunday,  Words

    #SinfulSunday – private courtyard

    She could sit here naked if she wished, but she didn’t. Preferring instead to ease the straps down of the brazierre supporting her heavy breasts and to let the breeze play across them. It stroked her nipples to a gentle peak with its shy whispering touch and she sighed remembering lovers that had done the same before and dipped a tentative hand beneath her sun dress with a smile. Don’t forget to click on the lips to see who else is being sinful this week

  • Images,  Sinful Sunday

    #SinfulSunday – royal noon time

    After the May time and after the June time Rare with blossoms and perfume sweet, Cometh the round world’s royal noon time, The red midsummer of blazing heat, When the sun, like an eye that never closes, Bends on the earth its fervid gaze, And the winds are still, and the crimson roses Droop and wither and die in its rays. Unto my heart has come this season, O, my lady, my worshiped one, Ella Wheeler Wilcox Don’t forget to click on the lips to see who else is being sinful this Sunday

  • Sinful Sunday

    #SinfulSunday – sheela na gig

    Sheela na gig , represented by mounds, slits and cuts in the earth. Worshipped for her fertile sexuality and unapologetic earthlinked eroticism it seemed apt to take pictures of my freshly waxed cunt here. Don’t forget to click on the lips to see who else is being sinful this week A Neolithic earthwork was the location for this week’s #SinfulSunday. I parked by the side of the road and walked the 400 yards to the entrance, a cleft in the small mound that was created so long ago. You have to crawl to get inside the damp dark space. The floor covered in beech leaves blown in from countless autumns,…