I played hockey yesterday on a pitch that occupied one small corner of a sprawling sports complex, shared with local football and rugby teams. The weather was filthy when we arrived and got steadily worse once the game was underway. The wind whipped across the exposed fields, rain slanted sideways into our faces, and a winter gloom seemed to creep in a little closer with every passing minute.
By the end of the match, I was sore, tired, and ready for the bright and warmth of the opposition’s clubhouse. For pasta bolognese, a pint of beer, and rueful reflection on the defeat we’d just suffered. After some initial uncertainty, I now really like the group of guys I play with, and few things can salve wounded pride better than hearty food and good company.
Even those comforts do little for aching muscles, however. They require scalding hot water – the kind that feels like it might strip the skin from your body – and a proper scrub. After everyone else had left, I went over to the rather austere, chilly shower block and found an empty changing room. Livvy came in with me and took a few photos as I got changed, snapping away until my sweaty kit lay in a messy pile on the floor. I left her sitting on a bench while I waited for the water to heat up, then closed my eyes and let it wash over me.
It only took me a few minutes to clean and rinse my hair, but that was enough to make everything feel just that little bit better. It was also enough time for Livvy to pick up her phone again and snap a couple more photos, as I worked away in front of her. In the end, I preferred the one below to any of the staged shots – the fact my focus was elsewhere made it feel more voyeuristic when I looked at it again today.
I normally feel drained of energy by the time Saturday evening rolls round, but even after a long drive to my parents’ and a late night fuelled by music, wine and good conversation, I wasn’t quite ready for sleep. Instead we crept into bed in my old room, the house silent around us, and I rolled Livvy onto her front, my fingers already teasing along her cunt and over her clit.
“Don’t. You. Dare. Make. A. Sound.”, I said, and pressed my other hand down onto the small of her back…
Maybe I’ll write about what happened next another time. Either way, that shower definitely did the trick.
19 replies on “Sinful Sunday: Candid”
I do enjoy these insights into your life and relationship.
I love the black and white of this, and the candid, documentary feel. Gorgeous.
Black and white was a last-minute decision, but I think it was the right one – the bleakness of the shower block lends itself well to that.
I love this shot! And the backstory.
Nice image and nice story 🙂
Rebel xox
Sounds like a great day. This shot is perfect and captures the essence.
Love this candid shot.
Stella
Xxx
It’s SO lovely when we see the partner photo to the story. So sexy and intimate – such a beautiful insight into your world x
Thanks lovely – it was a brief moment of almost total relaxation, so I’m happy it worked out well as a photo too 🙂
Love this shot, so candid (I totally agree with your perspective on not posing) and very relaxed. B&W was a great choice!
Thanks! I definitely felt relaxed, so I’m glad that came across so visibly.
Great job …to both of you !!
I love so many things about this photo, especially that it really does feel like we’re watching you from just outside the shower. Your expression at how much you’re enjoying a hard-earned shower is great! The photo is hot, but what got to me more is that little piece at the end where you mention telling Livvy not to make a sound at your folks’ house; being told to be still and quiet is a HUGE turn on for me!
It’s fair to say that being quiet (or still!) during sex is not Livvy’s forte, so that made it even more enjoyable. I’ll be writing more about it soon, so keep an eye out…
Same here – that’s why I love it so much when someone tells me in a demanding way to be so!
There’s not much a good, hot shower can’t make better, and you certainly conveyed that with your pics and prose! Well done!
I think Livvy took this shot at the perfect moment. As you say there is something about the fact that it is not posed which makes it feel much more voyeuristic
MOllyxxx
There is a real voyeuristic feel to this one, a small peek into your world.
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