This month’s prompt is the rule of thirds. I also have created a new rule for myself. At least two out of every month’s Sinful Sunday images must come from those I have already taken for the foreseeable future so that I can begin to bring down the number of NSFW photos I have on my phone.
This week’s photo actually was taken at least a year ago in a house I no longer live in but I felt it fitted the prompt and it is one of a set that I have used images from before and liked. I like the palette, the sunshine and the warmth and, if I say so myself, my boobs look great in this photo too!
Sometimes it isn’t a bad thing to look back is it?
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It’s that time again and as we swing into March with its lengthening evenings and promise of light and warmth to come it is not only the prospect of Eroticon that is thrilling me this year, although that on its own is always a delightful anticipation. NO! There IS more, this year Eroticon coincides with my 60th birthday weekend and I am so delighted to be able to spend it in such great company. It is also my 5th conference and so I thought it might be interesting to chart my way to this year’s event and to reflect on that journey.
I first went to Eroticon in 2013, I had a day ticket and was accompanied by my husband who was determined not to let me out of his sight since he was certain that as we were married he should be party to all that I had to do with anything of a sexual or erotic nature. I had my first taste of D/s during a demonstration by London Faerie and Martii there – I was invited to steady her during a demo of a flogging session. It excited, scared and delighted me and my burgeoning kinky submissive side was awoken. Perhaps my husband was right to be concerned.
This year saw me attend on my own after arguments and disagreements at home and it was at this event I made a pact with myself that I would have set up a blog and be writing regularly by the next Eroticon.
I had left my marriage of 24 years a few months earlier and one of my first acts of independence was to book my ticket. The sense of freedom was intoxicating but I didn’t prepare well for it and missed lots I wanted to see so overwhelmed was I by being there at all.
I still didn’t prepare for this Eroticon well either but I did begin to make friends and to link up twitter avis and names to real people and actually to talk to people.
I had a submission accepted to the Eroticon Anthology in 2017, I read aloud one of my blog posts at the Sunday afternoon reading session and I arranged to meet people and to hang out with them during the conference and at the hotel. I think we can say I was well prepared for that one!
I suspect this might be a return to being under prepared, but I am working on moving to a self hosted blog, I have had a piece of writing accepted for the Eroticon Anthology “Truth” called “Tell Me”. My hotel is booked. I am meeting friends at various points and I hope to have a fabulous birthday week which includes a few days with my M.
My life is good , well-rounded and online and offline life is more balanced. Eroticon has been a big part of my recovery from what felt like a devastating life experience and I am truly grateful to it, to the organisers and mto those in the community that make it such an inspiring place to be as I enter my sixth decade.
So… here is my pre meet, meet and greet…
NAME (and Twitter if you have one)
eye – my twitter handle is @_Masterseye
What are you most looking forward to about Eroticon 2018?
Catching up with people I see once a year, being in the same room with others who think about sex often and who aren’t afraid to say so, learning and being inspired to create more, laughing uncontrollably at points, feeling safe to be me and express me, seeing my picture come up on the big screen over the weekend (vain moi?), birthday drinks (did I mention it is my birthday weekend?), reading all the other fabulous submissions in the new anthology.
We are creating a play list of songs for the Friday Night Meet and Greet. Nominate one song that you would like us to add to the play list and tell us why you picked that song
I am conflicted –
The Ship Song – Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds expresses my experience of D/s – the losing of my barriers to pleasure, the life-changing potential of the experience of intense intimacy, the contradictions of the freedom creating aspect of constraint and restraint, and the total loyalty that kind of connection is able to create seems so pertinent to the way I write and what I seek to convey to people.
What’s the first career you dreamed of having as a kid?
I don’t remember having any aspirations at all to a career as a child. The work my parents did seemed just plain hard, but I wasn’t sure I had the wherewithall to do anything different to them. I aspired to be a hairdresser on a ship since that seemed to involve travel and all I knew was that I wanted to get as far away from where I was as possible.
Weirdest place you’ve ever gotten up to mischief (define ‘mischief’ however you like…)
The men’s showers at a campsite, bent over the fence of my deck looking at the most fabulous view, in my office over my desk with my staff working below me, on the windowcill of that office.. I think I might be a bit of an exhibitionist….
Tell us two truths and a lie about yourself
I have been in the Daily Mail in my underwear
I could give up Twitter anytime
I was a singer in a band that supported Doctor Feelgood
Complete the sentence: I want..
to celebrate the life I have had and to have many more happy, healthy years ahead.
I have a Doxy and I live in a shared house. The 2 things are linked in that the Doxy,whilst propelling me towards an orgasm in under 3 minutes, does it with the relentlessness of a ruthlessly skilled lover who makes a noise like a small aircraft taking off and I do not want my housemates to be made aware of our affair.
This evening, after work as the sun prepared to leave the sky for another night I had the house to myself and I took my lover out of his drawer and he used me over and over again for his own pleasure, as I gasped out mine……. with the door open.
Such pleasure, such sinful pleasure.
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Four and a half years, a blink of an eye that takes an eternity.
Our relationship, shadowed by commitments and enmeshed through bits and bytes and data packets, moves and changes as we live and love.
Long enough to settle into comfort I didn’t expect this resurgence of desire to burn so deep. How could I know that there was more? A chance coming across a picture of You with that look in Your eyes that makes me melt in anticipation of the sting of Your hand and the pinch of my nipple has resulted in this, a late night mewl from a cat on heat.
If I could I would wind myself around Your legs, sway sinously as I present my shapely arse to You and wriggle my way seductively towards You, my purr throbbing with need asking to be taken and used, taken and used, used and taken.
Oh take me, just take me and make me feel my abject belonging once more.
My Master, my love, just Yours, just Yours, just every pore 💋❤💋