#SinfulSunday – private courtyard

Private yard with breast out

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.

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Sinful Sunday

#SinfulSunday – royal noon time

Legs in midsummer sun
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

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#SinfulSunday – kneeling

Kneeling with lipstick and a half grin

I love to kneel and wait. Sometimes at His feet, sometimes before Him, sometimes for Him. What matter most is that it is with Him, our mutual needs meet in this simple action.

💋❤💋

Technical stuff: this is another in my series of photos taken wearing this outfit and using a tripod and a clicker. A first for me and something I will repeat.

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#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.

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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, the thick loamy smell accompanied by the sounds of drips from the limestone ceiling.

Once inside I quickly stripped, positioned myself and the camera and began to take photos.

On my way back to the car I passed the next visitors heading towards the landmark.

Another close shave getting my #SinfulSunday picture!