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.