• Images,  Sinful Sunday

    SinfulSunday – close shave

    This week’s SinfulSunday is a photo taken during our holiday last week. I had asked Him, ‘how do you want me hairy or smooth’ He replied ‘smooth, and I will take take of it next week.’ Shaving. Such an intimate, caring act. He knows that smoothness heightens my sensitivity and makes it easier for me to orgasm but that I have to travel 30 miles to get it done well and don’t always have time before we meet. By saying He would take care of it He relieved me of the responsibility for pleasing Him and also set the scene for a very sensual intimate moment. A push onto the…

  • Sinful Sunday,  Words

    #SinfulSunday – double act

    One of the great things about meeting fellow twits is that if you invite them to come to the toilets with you and take their tops off for a #SinfulSunday picture they not only don’t blink an eye but they also join in with gusto. This week you get two for the price of one from me but don’t forget to click on the lips to see who else is being sinful this week

  • 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

  • Words

    I want you

    I want you to find me so beautiful that your breath catches in your throat when you look at me. That all your carefully laid plans fly out of your head at the sight of me and you feel you must have me, there and then. That all thoughts of making me wait are superseded by your throbbing need. That your belt, with which you had intended to mark me, becomes a mere impediment to the fulfilment of your desire. That my breath, tremulous and halting, is the only sound in the room. That when you see my eyes, lightened with arousal, pupils large with lust and need, you only…