#SinfulSunday – housesitting

Housesitting sometimes involves duties, in this case watering a beautiful, secluded and private garden. 

It was too good a chance to resist, and soon I was gasping as the cool droplets landed on my skin. Seems I like getting naked outdoors. 

Who knew? 

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Keep

Keep holding my hand you say, and stroll with me, the views are amazing. 

Try and stop me I think, I have your hand so tight that the blood must have stopped.

I am high stepping alongside you, proud and bright-eyed.

Hail a cab? No problem!
Find the percentage of a monthly sales figure? Just watch me.
Edge 20 times in a day? Shall I do 30 tomorrow?

Hot and horny after a day in your service, I wonder, is it OK to be so wanton? Of course it is, it’s you, comes the reply.

Tonight I sleep bound, for you ūüíč‚̧ԳŹūüíč

first published on Fetlife in December 2013

 

 

The Practice of Falconry

 

 I am your hawk

you do not ask me not to hunt
you do not cope my beak or talons
instead..

you exhalt in my flight
employ my abilities in your service
retain me under your thumb
stoop-homed, breath-bated
with blood feathers primed
I wait..

You have me hoodwinked,
made my focus yours
been my excitement’s captor
roused, released and recall-lured me.

I keen, a lamping we go!
first posted on Fetlife December 2013 still true ūüíč

#SinfulSunday – moving

It’s moving day today, so what else is there to do but get moving? 

Dancing in my kitchen surrounded by boxes makes me happy and makes me feel in control even when I am not. 

It’s a choice. One I make over and over again and invite you to whenever you feel less than happy. 

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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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A Moment in Time

Sometimes it is a slow dawning, a creeping realisation that all her moments have become grey again.  Not a soft dove’s wing grey but an iron grey., hard and shot through with rusty metallic tears.  She knows this place.  Knows its acrid smell and the taste of burnt dreams.  Dreams which when taken out in the cold light of day are thrown on the bonfire of hope, lit by the spark of illusion.  Once more there is no God.  Once more there is no rescuer.

Job pleaded with and raged against God. He asked how can you be just and take my family? How can you be loving and leave me homeless?  How can you have compassion and see me suffer?  God told him to remember his place, to be grateful that he was born at all. That he had anything to lose at all was by God’s grace and in his gift.

A hard lesson but still true.  I am owed nothing.  I came with nothing and I will leave with the same.

It’s surprisingly hard to have nothing in the West though.  I left my home with a suitcase, a laptop and a handbag and within a month had too much for the room I was sleeping at my parents.  Once I moved into my first shared house I accumulated towels and bedding for guests.  I bought plates and cups for when my family visited so that I still seemed like the mother they knew, someone who wouldn’t keep a chipped cup or eat from mismatched crockery.  Someone with standards regardless of her situation.  Someone they could recognise.

So now as I contemplate my 5th move in 2 years I realise how hard it is to let go of things even though they came freely to me and presumably will do again.  I am grasping a 15 year old washing machine to my breast as if another one will never cross my path again and the only reason for that is fear mixed with a powerful sense of not being deserving of good things.

Cutting through to my clarity is essential.  I want to be light on my feet.  I want to be able to respond to life and what it has to offer.  I want pleasure.  I want joy.  I want fun.  I want laughter.  I want exploration.  I want travel.  I want love.

I will let go and let it in.

 

#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 – red

I love the way the red of the tulips and of my nightgown pop against the blue of the wall. 

Red for blushing ūüėė

Red for love hearts ‚̧ԳŹ

Red for danger ūüíč

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