I really like the white wall and washed-out colours in this edit of a photo I took at work the other day. Something about the splashes of brightness on my t-shirt, and the faded blue denim, made me smile when I looked at it afterwards.
I was fantasising about something very specific at the time. I wonder whether you can guess what it was…
We all have good hair days. We all have bad hair days. The same goes for skin, butts, and really any element of our physical appearance that’s linked in some way to self-confidence or body image – which kinda makes sense. The more time you spend scrutinising or judging something about yourself, the more likely you are to construct a spectrum on which to assess it (whether that’s ultimately healthy/helpful or not).
On Friday, I had a Good Dick Day.
After some great sex the night before, followed by eight hours of largely undisturbed sleep, I woke up feeling cheerful and positive. I worked from home in the morning, which meant camping out on the sofa in my dressing gown, with free and easy access to my body.
Today was my birthday – I am now 36 years old. I like to think I went about marking this auspicious occasion in the right way…
Here’s to the very best of years, and ALL the exciting things still to come!
This month’s Sinful Sunday prompt is the letter D, which throws up all sorts of interesting and obvious possibilities. Dick. Dildo. Doggy. Dungeon (we have a cellar, after all!). Dom. Domme…
For anyone wanting to steer clear of nouns, there are plenty of verbs and adjectives that would fit the bill. Dark. Degradation. Deep. Delicate. Delicious. Defiant.
It’s why I really like the letter prompts. They’re so wonderfully simple – and therefore inclusive – but at the same time they leave huge scope for unusual and creative responses. You can take them in almost any direction you like.
As is the case for many consultants – freelance and otherwise – what my current job lacks in excitement, it more than makes up for in flexibility. I’m not my own master, exactly, but I have a lot of freedom to manage my work schedule, and no-one expects me to stay chained to my desk from 9-5, Monday to Friday – as long as I continue to deliver the results my client is looking for, of course.
It all means that if I don’t have any meetings, or I just need a bit of peace and quiet to focus on an important project, I’m usually able to work from home – and I love that. I love how productive I am, without the distraction of chattering colleagues and needless interruptions. I love being able to roll out of bed five minutes before I start work, and to take long lunch breaks in the knowledge that I’ll make up the time later in the day. And most of all I love setting my laptop to one side for five minutes, stretching out on the sofa, and relaxing with a cup of tea, next to the living room window.
Clothing optional…
Face, cock…or both – sometimes it doesn’t matter. Sometimes all you want is for her to hop on board and take you for a ride…
Maybe it’s a sign that I’ve spent too much time in East London over the last couple of years, but I really like the exposed brick wall opposite our bedroom window. I’ve been thinking for a while that it would make a good backdrop for Sinful Sunday photos, and I’m sure I’ll find a way to make that happen at some point – today though, it was so lovely and sunny outside that I couldn’t resist trying out a couple of simpler shots.
My love for button fly jeans is hardly a secret. They’ve featured here on several occasions over the last couple of years, and if you’ve met me in person, whether at Eroticon or elsewhere, the chances are that I was wearing blue Levis at the time. They’re everything I want in a pair of trousers: practical, durable, stylish, low maintenance…and very easy to remove – or just to open up a little bit. What’s not to like?
I didn’t manage to get my site back up and running in time to join in with last week’s Sinful Sunday prompt. That’s a shame, as I think this photo would have suited the brief rather well (though as the round-up made clear, there was hardly a shortage of images that did exactly that – and more!). As it was, it inspired the story I posted earlier tonight, so it only seems right to share it now instead – and to relaunch the blog by showing off something so close to my heart (yes, I mean the jeans…).
Either way, it’s good to be back 🙂
Over the last few years, ‘-porn’ has become a popular suffix, especially on the internet. Food-porn, property-porn, holiday-porn; you name it, if it’s something we crave, aspire to, or merely enjoy looking at, you’ll find the word ‘porn’ after it somewhere online. Probably Instagram. Or Pinterest.
Maybe it’s a sign of age, but recently I’ve found myself scrolling through pages of bookcases, shelving units, and assorted soft furnishings. That’s what happens when you move house, I guess – though lord knows, we do not need any more bookcases. There’s plenty out there to admire, whether you’re looking for antiques, checking out some of the boutique/independent stores around London, or just sticking with the likes of Habitat and I**A. Some of it is even pretty sexy. But pornographic? Eh, I’m not so sure…
For 10 moderately tortuous days over the last couple of weeks, I didn’t have an orgasm. I had plenty of sex – probably more, in fact, than I’ve had in any other 10-day period for quite some time – but at no point did I actually get to come.
This brief (and at the same time seemingly endless) period of climactic abstinence came about because Liv decided to join in Tabitha Rayne’s 30-day orgasm project. When I suggested that I might give it a go as well, she pointed out that it might be altogether more interesting if I went the other way instead, and made it an orgasm denial challenge. Denial (in its various forms) is a definite kink of mine – as Liv knows well – so I wasn’t about to back down once she’d put it on the table.