I’d seen him a few weeks before – we had a mutual friend. It was then he’d caught my eye – his were dark and brooding. Tonight I chose to sit next to him. Someone began to place the drinks down on our large table and we all took our respective tipple. I felt a little dazed as I could smell him. Not an aftershave or cologne, him. I could smell his body, his sex, his love of life and women. My heart involuntarily beat faster. Continue reading Whispered Obscenities on a Festive Night Out
Mine for Me
Over the mountain and under the sea
They’ll never be another one like mine for me
Each week I have tried to put some sort of theme to my #soss post and this time it is MEN. I do love men. Call me sexist if you will – or even heterosexual – I am not fussed, as one who doesn’t really hold with labels 😉 Continue reading Lets hear it for the Men on SoSS
Wax and Wane ~ Wax Play ~
The title Wax and Wane is a phrase often used to describe the phases of the moon, but can also give meaning to anything that grows in strength and then dwindles. This is a very apt description of the feeling achieved when hot wax first hits your skin. It has a strength which diminishes as it cools.
I experience that momentary pain, before the satisfying coolness and pressure from the solid-ification of the wax, hits the skin on my left breast. I love the sensation but squirm around, pushing my arse down into the smooth wood of the table top I am laying on. “Keep still bitch, I want this drop to land right on your nipple.” I lay back, fists slightly clenched, in their rope restraints, anticipating. I am blindfolded and secured to the table by ropes running the full circumference of the sur-face. Taking in my wrists along the way. My ankles are free. This moment of waiting seems to last literally minutes.The odour of the dinner we consumed earlier hangs in the air. Then the scorching sensation hits my right nipple. “Fuck me,” I cry out in anguish. “Later, but for now ask me nicely to drip wax on your cunt lips.” “Can you drop the wax on my cunt,” I murmer. “No you can do better than that, bitch, ask me nicely,” he roughly tweaks my other nipple. “Eh, please could you drip wax on my cunt.” “Where do you want it on your cunt?” He breaths heavily onto my face. “On my cunt lips please,” inhaling deeply. “Open your legs then, let me see your lips and I don't want any complaints”. As I open my thighs the wax lands right between my slit with a searing joy. I bite my lip so as not to exclaim, but shivers escalate up and down my spine.
Wax and Wane ~ Real or not?
I have a vague memory of a similar scenario to the above happening between my man and me a couple of years ago – although it has to be said I can’t remember many of the details so it could be more fiction than fact.
I do know we have played with wax a few times and both really like it. On a practical note I do occasionally worry that the wax may fall on the carpet or furnishings and it is so difficult to get off. Maybe that’s because we have, of course, used standard church candles. I have to admit I have no idea if the wax play kits that can be purchased from kink retailers are better in this respect.
But what is the fascination with wax play? For me it’s that wonderful short, sharp pain. Followed by a soothing effect as the wax dries and almost seems to seal and protect the area. It is similar to having a swift hand spank to your arse, followed by a tender caress. I do wonder if those people that don’t like to administer or receive pain think there is something askew within the brains of those who do.
I have thought long and hard as to why I like to be on the receiving end. The answer is probably complex.
The prime motive is about trusting and giving up control. I find it very difficult to do either of these things as a general rule in everyday life. When I let my man inflict pain on me I am trusting him with my body – I am allowing myself to be his muse as I give up my control to him. It becomes almost a relief for me to surrender that power. Not to have to be the strong, independent woman, but rather have my sexual needs catered for, and – crucially – decided by somebody else.
So why do you like pain?
My photos taken on the moor have somewhat told my love story. From the waiting to the stagnation, to the initial togetherness and then on to the bondage. Now we move on to Freedom of expression. Continue reading Freedom of Expression on Sinful Sunday & SoSS
Warning – if you are a devout Christian, you might not want to read this fictional tale, because it may contain concepts that will offend your beliefs. Sinners prevail! Continue reading Why should we call ourselves sinners?
Photo courtesy of Wriggly Kitty
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So after my very manly guest post last week my own Sinful Sunday story continues.
When we took these photos I did not intend to be telling the tale of my man and me, but as I have gone through the images they seem to depict the steps of our relationship perfectly. Continue reading Spanked Arse on the Moors for Sinful Sunday
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Tied up with scarves and stockings
“Why don’t you sit down over there,” he says, distracting me from fiddling with my stockings.
He points to the sofa a few feet away from the table where we are sitting. I do as he tells me and he places a candle on the cabinet next to my seat, to light my face, sits down opposite and looks intently at me without saying a word. Continue reading Stockings, ripped shirts and observations ~ Real life erotica
I have to say that lately I have moaned about Twitter somewhat. One good thing that has come from it, is some great virtual friends. One of them appreciated some of my photos from Sinful Sunday and I took a look at his – just to be polite you understand 😉 And here they are from Mike Smith. Continue reading Man O Man ~ Guest Post on Sinful Sunday
After a whole week I have finally been let out from the under the shadow.
Twitter decided I was worthy once again, and removed my Shadow Ban.
I have learned a lot since I put out last weeks #SoSS post: Continue reading Out from under the shadow and ready for SoSS
Graham Alexander Bell, a Scots man, invented the telephone. Although it was a tight race between a few people. He managed to patent the design first so it was he who went down in the history books.
Just over twenty years ago mobile telephones were beginning to become popular. However, only those that needed to use a phone for travel purposes seemed to own one. The rest of us used a land line at home or work.
This post tells the story of a telephone call I received in 1997 from a new boyfriend. I was desperate for him to become more than a casual affair so was willing to play a few of his games. Enough said, here is a spruced up excerpt from my diary of that time. Continue reading Hanging on the Telephone ~ Felt so good
Pancakes for lunch
Albert Einstein is a hero of mine. He discovered the theory of relativity. How cool is that? I was sitting on the sofa reading a book about his sex life when there was a knock on the door. The rain was lashing down. This gorgeous guy was standing there, tool box in hand. Continue reading Pancakes and Story Time on TMI Tuesday 07/11/2017
All these photos from the Moor were taken mid September 2017
As I said in last weeks post, after a time of being static, I found my courage and my man and I could finally be together. Continue reading Post Coital and Naked on Sinful Sunday
Censorship is the suppression of speech, public communication, or other information, on the basis that such material is considered objectionable, harmful, sensitive, politically incorrect or “inconvenient” as determined by government authorities. Continue reading Censorship by default ~ Share our shit Saturday ~ SoSS
This post has been waiting to be written for a long time but another idea would pop into my head and it would get put aside. When I saw the prompt Memory Lane for Wicked Wednesday I knew it was now time – time for my first boyfriend, and his bucket list, to be immortalised on my blog. Continue reading My First Boyfriend’s Bucket List of Sexual Activities
Sinful Sunday and Share our Shit Saturday
Last week on Sinful Sunday I mentioned how my man waited three years for me. Then a time came when my commitments had been fulfilled but I actually found I was motionless. I could not seem to see any way to remove myself from my domestic situation. I convinced myself that I was trapped.
Learned helplessness – perceived absence of control over the outcome of a situation. Continue reading Motionless ~ Bound by Convention Sinful Sunday & SoSS
Reflecting back in time ~ The Celts lived 2,000 years ago in the areas that are now Ireland, the United Kingdom and northern France. The origins of Halloween date back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain. Halloween marked the end of the harvest season and the beginning of winter. The Celts believed that the change of seasons was a bridge between the world of the living and the dead. Continue reading Reflecting Back ~ Haunting Truth, Stranger Than Fiction.
He’s got the works, gives you sweet taste.
Waiting ~ In September we were fortunate to be working very close to one of the incredibly beautiful moors situated in the UK. The air is amazing due to the high density of trees, moss-carpeted boulders and many types of lichen.