#SinfulSunday – a day out

It’s a beautiful day. I have lovely company. Someone who likes to take pictures as much as I do. We egged each other on during a hot afternoon with people picnicing around us as we found a secluded enough spot to take these pictures

We were on top of the world! 

These photos were taken by the wonderful @mistress34F 

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#SinfulSunday – brave

Apparently this is brave. 

According to a tweet I saw this week the brave ones are the middle aged women posting arse pics. My response to that is fuck brave, this is not brave, this is essential. 

My stomach, rippled and stretched from my four beloved babies is a wonder of the world. A geography of pleasure and commitment and love. I reject the idea that I should hide it, from myself or from others. I reject the sense that I need to be perfect, young or thin. I reject any disapproval for posting images of myself on the Internet. 

My body is my own, I put it in service of my family, my husband, my lovers, my friends, in all it’s glorious imperfection. Through it I experience the world, through it I connect to others. 

My sin this week is pride. I am proud of my body, proud of me and proud of all my twitter friends who share their pictures online. Fuck brave, this is real. 

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#SinfulSunday – upskirt

I want a picture you said. 

A picture of the kind of view others get when you climb open steps in that denim skirt with the big slit up the back.  They catch glimpses of your strong thighs, your pretty pussy, your creamy skin. And they imagine, growing slightly hard or damp in a public place, what you would taste like if their head was between your legs. 

Take that picture for me you said. 

Yes Master, I said ūüíč‚̧ԳŹūüíč

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#SinfulSunday – steamed up

Imagine a hotel bathroom.  Hot water running over our backs in rivulets on their way past our open mouths as we kiss, down to our most sensitive places.

Imagine that you look up and seeing the mirror clouded with steam order me to put my hands up as you clear the patch on the mirror to reveal my erect nipple.

Imagine that you grin and take out your phone to record that moment of my active obedience.

Imagine me..

Waiting…

Watching..

Yours.

Waiting as the water runs into my open mouth.

Waiting to receive you.

Waiting and wet.

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#SinfulSunday – shimmering light

You know that place you get to in arousal where lights begin to shimmer in front of your eyes and it feels as they are dancing both on and within you in an interplay with your nerve endings and finally you break and collapse into the waves of molten pleasure as they erupt from your very centre and cascade over you like an inevitable tide … ? 
Tea?

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#SinfulSunday – sloth

New sheets of Egyptian cotton have made me fall in love with being in my bed again.  

It’s a place of retreat and the simple pleasure of being awake without having an agenda.  When it’s a shared place there is generally a shared agenda of pleasure and comfort. I can be pretty slothful though, and I dream of a weekend where I only leave it to fetch food and drink. How Sinful is that? ūüíč
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#SinfulSunday – pensive

#SinfulSunday is all about the image – and I love the opportunity to tease and play with you all. Sometimes though tea in bed with my sinful thoughts is as far as I can get. I would love to hear if you see a sin written on my face though ūüíč

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