Featuring my favourite wanking gloves, Bijoux Indiscrets pasties and my new friend Baz the Bat; a weekend of near-Halloween deliciously sinful, kinky decadence deserves a suitably-themed picture to accompany it.
Most of my friends would agree that I have bats in the belfry – but who knew that bats would turn up in other places too?!
I acquired quite a few gorgeous bruises last week at Kinkfest, but the most intriguing is this one. I don’t remember exactly how it occurred but it’s been there smiling at me whenever I’ve taken my clothes off in the intervening days so I’ve grown quite fond of it.
In extreme closeup, you can see patterns on my skin which are actually each tiny little stretch marks – my skin is very stretchy but doesn’t heal well. There’s a lot of contrasts here – damage resulting from my genetic condition vs damage I explicitly asked for and enjoyed receiving; pale threads of scarring vs the livid contusion; that it’s on my inner thigh but seen out of context, looks a bit like a nipple….I guess it’s a symbol of my sexuality as a person with a disability – although it imposes limitations on my energy and my physical capabilities, I’m still a kinky submissive painslut who absolutely loves a really hard fucking.
Anyone who knows me is well aware that ‘innocent’ is definitely not a word that would spring to mind when describing me. I’m filthy-minded and foul-mouthed, assertive and knowing (possibly even knowing-it-all).
This picture is about as close as I get – white lacy knickers and shyly quirked feet may give an impression of tentative innocence but the knickers were round my ankles for a reason – I was pulling them on again after having indulged in a lengthy session of cocksucking while being whipped, culminating in glorious rough anal sex.
Oh yeah, and the chevron tan-marks from my flipflops also function as arrows to indicate which way I prefer my knickers to be travelling 😋
I loved this chandelier in the bedroom of the B&B we stayed in last night. There’s something oddly reminiscent of dripping blood about the red glass bits.
The posing of the cuffed hands was sheer serendipity. I was looking for a shot that combined the atmospheric chandelier with hints of the playful kinky sex we’d just spent the evening indulging in, and while trying out various angles, this one declared itself the winner
Who else is being sinful this Sunday? Click the lips to discover more deliciousness!
While I love sunshine and warm weather, I – along with the rest of the UK – am definitely not used to the current temperatures. After I’d drenched two vest tops simply from sitting around, I decided that clothes were overrated and so was being upright
My body isn’t conventionally ‘perfect’ – many years of SSRIs, fatigue, joint problems and desk jobs have taken their toll on my metabolism and my shape. But, I’ve learned to love my figure just the way it is. Thanks to my genetic condition (Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome), I have very soft skin which always looks tanned, courtesy of my mixed heritage. My favourite bits are my tits and my arse – both curvaceous and bodacious.
When I’m in hotels (which is a lot, for work), I like to play with the mirrors, looking for new ways to see myself and celebrate being just the way I am.
I love my 38-GG breasts (except when they give me backache!) I enjoy how they look and how they feel. Although sometimes I curse the difficulty of finding dresses that fit top and bottom, the discomfort of getting one trapped under an arm while sleeping, or the price of decent DD+ bras; I wouldn’t trade them in for smaller models.
I’m pleased with this picture because I was struck by how dark my skin looks against the pale lace of my bra, and the ambiguity of whose the hand squeezing my tits is.