Sinful Sunday: Domestic Bliss

On Saturday afternoons, I play hockey. On Sunday mornings, I recover.

Domestic Bliss

I play hockey pretty much every Saturday from mid-September through till the beginning of April: it’s one of the few constants in my generally chaotic life. I play on freezing cold December mornings, when your fingers tingle every time you hit the ball and your breath follows you like a jet trail as you hurtle around at 100mph. I play on leaf-strewn pitches in late October, the blustery chill in the air carrying the smell of bonfires from the gardens and allotments of whichever town we’re visiting. I play in March, when Spring feels like both a beginning and an end, giving us all renewed vigour and a sense of joy, just as the season is winding down.

I play in sunshine, snow, wind, rain, sleet, hail, and everything in between. And I love it.

At this time of year though, fat and lazy after a summer of relative inactivity, playing hockey hurts. It hurts on the pitch, when I ask the umpire how long it is until half-time, and his answer almost makes me throw up at the thought of pushing my body through that much further punishment. It really hurts a few hours later, in the pub or slumped on my sofa, weak as a kitten and starting to stiffen up in all the wrong places. Most of all though, it hurts the following morning: a dull, delicious ache in my calves and hamstrings, my thighs and arse. It’s like the morning after a particularly vigorous anal fuck: pain to gladden human hearts.

On those sore, stiff Sunday mornings, I like to stay in bed. In September, when it’s still warm and sunny outside, I open the window and let the breeze drift across my naked body. The sunlight is a balm for weary muscles, and sometimes I’ll doze like that, on and off, till it’s time to get up and go for lunch. If I can drag myself out of bed and into clothes for long enough, I’ll go and buy a newspaper, then settle back down with a cup of tea and whatever food I can get my hands on.

Whether I’m alone or not, I’m always horny on those lazy Sundays. It’s partly the last of the endorphins from hockey, I think, combined with a sort of simple contentment at having done something active and healthy: my body feels like it’s earned a period of total indulgence. It wants to be pampered, but slowly, and without urgency. I find my hands just wandering down towards my soft, sleepy cock and resting there, savouring the knowledge that I have all the time I could want or need: there’s no need to rush.

Maybe none of that sounds especially sinful. I’ve been awake now for three hours, after all, and that bottle of lube in the photo hasn’t even been opened yet. Still, to allow the sunlight to stream through my tall, wide windows, I had to open the curtains. I can hear the cars and buses trundling along Upper Street, and the Sunday morning shoppers chattering away outside cafes and boutiques. They can’t hear me, and they certainly can’t see me, but the people in the flats opposite…I wonder what they can see right now…

Sinful Sunday

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21 Responses to Sinful Sunday: Domestic Bliss

  1. Sounds like a wonderful way to spend a Sunday morning. The beauty of having that much time and no pressure to play quickly while you have the chance.

  2. vidabailey says:

    Ah, lube and tea. And Sunday Sport. You’re living the Englishman’s dream, clearly 🙂

  3. kinkybikermom says:

    lovely cock shot!

  4. What a lovely way to start the Sunday after an active Saturday 🙂

    Rebel xox

  5. Fay says:

    Sounds like the perfect Sunday morning and paired with a macaron from Paul and coffee makes it even better! Open the lube 😉

  6. mmalflic says:

    Enjoying the game takes longer and longer at the start of each new season if you’re anything like me. Still not a bad way to spend a Sunday morning.

  7. Molly says:

    I think this sounds blissful and I totally get the way you feel in those lazy Sunday mornings with the aches and bruises kicking. I get the same feeling after was have played hard, my body hurts. Every movement a reminder of every thing that happened and yes, it makes me want to lay and bask in that sensation and enjoy my body.


  8. Stella says:

    Oh to have the time to relax and recoup on a Sunday morning. This is exactly how I used to spend my Sunday mornings, although without the lube and sports section. Now I’m on Mommy duty from the moment the sun comes up and medication (arthritis is a right pain!!) has taken the place of lazy mornings in bed.


  9. Logan and I love to have “naked” coffee and breakfast (particularly on Sundays) when we can.

  10. sub-Bee says:

    Those lovely lazy Sunday mornings after playing hard on Saturday…bliss.

  11. What a perfect Sunday morning, and a great way to relax. Love your description of playing in the seasons.

  12. mariasibylla says:

    Beautiful, perfect day. I love the way you describe the way you feel both during and after play. Also, your bed looks like heaven.

  13. Surely just how Sundays are meant to be…

  14. beck03 says:

    Lazy on Sunday is the only way to be. Lovely cock. I meant shot. 😉

  15. Lol!! I was wandering along Upper Street last Sunday morning. (Dragging Hubby into Regulation and then lunching at Killis). Didn’t look up to the windows though! I’ll make sure I do next time, as you look so . . . relaxed!!!
    Xxx – K

  16. The Sin Doll says:

    Hell yeah. Kick back and relax. That’s what Sunday’s are for. 😉

  17. Holly says:

    The way you describe your aches and pains makes me want to go out and work out again it’s been so long! Those aches and pains and stiff limbs are delicious ones from putting your body through it’s paces. Great photo, need a rub down??

  18. KaziG says:

    That sounds like a lovely way to spend a Sunday morning 🙂

    ~Kazi xxx

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