#SinfulSunday – trainride

I thought I had prepared well, the obligatory hair spray round the tops of my legs as I dressed in my fitted dress and holdups with boots for my trip to a professional training session.

My holdups had other ideas though and as I walked to the station they made their way to my knees, exposing my legs as I strode through the town, attracting a few glances of surprise from passers by.

I thought I got away with it until I took this picture on the train.

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#SinfulSunday – close shave

The hair on my legs grows quickly, is still blonde, and glints as it catches the sun’s rays through stockings or tights.

I have tried epilating;  cheap, effective but leaves me with small bumps.  Waxing; the smoothest, most long-lasting solution.  And shaving which is quick, effective and lasts, at the most, an evening.

For those few glorious hours though, I am so smooth a silk scarf could not do anything more but fall gracefully to the floor if it was allowed to languidly drop on on my outstretched leg.  I love it.

 

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#SinfulSunday – less

Is more, or is it?

Am I only sinful when naked, when alluringly posed, when revealing all?

Or is a silhouette, the shape of my legs revealed against the light and through my sheer pyjamas enough to tease your imagination?

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#SinfulSunday – easy like Sunday morning

I love weekend mornings, the pace, the easing into the day and the opportunity to have breakfast in bed with all the indulgent pleasure that brings, they are so different to weekday mornings with their rush, hurry and bustle.

My weekends have a different routine and allow me time to indulge my love of beauty and comfort. I get time to have breakfast in bed and to use my lovely friend @mistress34f ‘s gift to me of this gorgeous cup and saucer which harmonises so beautifully in this setting. It brings a smile to my face as I remember her wonderful smile and infectious laugh.

Incorporating reminders of lovely times is something I love to do on my weekend mornings, and I hope that you too enjoy your morning wherever you are.

Thank you for checking in on me this #SinfulSunday, don’t forget to click on the lips to see who else is being sinful this week 💋

Also see my companion piece on the importance of routine in a LDR D/s relationship here

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#SinfulSunday – glow

The drip, gasp, drip rythym is slow and intense. A gentle pulse evoking my response; an explosion of sensation followed by the heated sting and as it dissipates the anticipation of the next drop grows, a stately 2/8 dance towards the next moment of heat, my next gasp.

My navel, encircled by a rosy ring of wax feels enlivened and protected. As the scarlet inking grows it traces my leylines, awakening, and connecting them, this is a sacred space.

I glow.

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#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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