Category: Cock shots

I spent this afternoon packing up my apartment, ready for the big move next weekend. It was tiring, thirsty work, and by the time I reached a natural stopping-point I was both hot and sweaty. My flatmate was out, so I decided to relax properly with a glass of wine, and reflect on the 2+ years I’ve spent living here. I’ll be doing a lot more of that over the next few days, I’m sure, and I’ll probably write about it at some point: the ups and the downs, the filthy highlights, what I’ll miss…and of course what comes next.

For today though, I was happy just to raise my glass and silently celebrate the end of an era. Cheers everyone…

I spent most of my very lazy Sunday afternoon at the dining table, watching TV and doing a bit of work. I was naked except for my girlfriend’s dressing gown, and at various points I caught myself just idly cupping my cock and balls, or running my thumb over the soft skin.

I already knew that I didn’t want to do anything complicated for Sinful Sunday, and some time around 4pm I decided to grab my phone and capture that one simple act. But how to do it – and where? I snapped a couple of quick shots in different locations around the flat, trying to find the best light, and was immediately struck by how big an impact the setting – and subtle changes in body position – had on the mood of the resulting images, even while the basic composition remained the same. Something as small as a half-body shadow can completely change the story a photo tells, and what it says about the nature or intentions of its subject.

In the end I decided to use the two images below, neither of which have been edited beyond a couple of minor crops. Do they differ from each other, in any material sense? And if so, how? I’ll leave you to decide those things for yourselves…

The vast majority of my Sinful Sunday photos are taken without external assistance. I have a timer on my phone camera, and over the last couple of years I’ve used a variety of props – basic and creative – to put that to good use. The timer also means that I don’t need to rely on ‘selfies’, which for a meme that’s meant to showcase photographic skill alongside eroticism/sexuality feels quite important.

Every now and then though, I’m willing to make an exception. As anyone who read this story will know, I was in Berlin’s Tiergarten this week, sunbathing naked on what turned out to be a brilliantly warm, late summer afternoon. Given the setting and all the tanned, naked bodies around me, it was impossible not to feel happy, horny, and just full of life.

I wanted to take a photo to mark the occasion, but was already felt a little self-conscious using my camera there, and didn’t want to draw the wrong sort of attention to myself by setting up a complex, staged shot. Instead, I lay back on the grass, stared up at the deep blue sky, and switched to selfie mode.

It’s not the most technically proficient or interesting photo, but still…I was pretty happy with how it turned out…

This has been a properly lovely, lazy, Bank Holiday Sunday. Lie-in, hand job, brunch, TV, nap, hand job, run, pub… Pretty much perfect, as far as I’m concerned.

I wrote a few months ago about all the reasons why hand jobs are awesome, and nothing has happened since then to change my views – in fact they’ve been reinforced. Today was a reminder of that. A really, really good reminder…

The beauty of photographs often lies in their ability to show you something about a moment – or a place, or a person – that you didn’t notice at the time. Our brains are remarkably good at processing visual information, but even when we’re fully focused on whatever we’re looking at they can’t pick up everything, or lift all the most important and most beautiful bits out of the wider picture.

When I revisit photos I’ve taken during sex – whether hours, days or months after the event – I’m always surprised by the details that stand out. Or rather, by the ones that didn’t leave a mental imprint when I was right there with my partner. I guess we get so overloaded with sensation that we can only hold onto fragments of the image in front of us – the rest of it blurs and fades away.

The sheen of sweat on her temple. The way her hair looks like she’s just stepped out of the sea. The hard, straight line of her jaw…

I’ve been lucky enough to live in some great apartments/houses over the last 10 years, and there are things I miss about each of them.

There was the enormous bed, skylight window, and beautiful garden at the converted farmhouse I shared with three friends in the Oxfordshire countryside. After that, I had a comfy sofa and big bedroom in my Jericho flat just outside Oxford’s city centre, with the added bonus of great pubs and restaurants just a short walk away.

When I first lived on my own I loved the peace and quiet of the living room I no longer had to share, and the super-fierce shower that stripped off half my skin each morning, leaving me ready to face the day. Most of all I appreciated the silence I’d come home to a few hours later, and the sudden freedom I had to enjoy it.

I feel like I’ve spent most of this week with my fingers glued to phone and laptop keyboards. Blog posts. Emails. (Unfinished) stories. Bits and pieces of copy-editing/proofreading work. It’s been exhausting.

I’ve also been ridiculously horny. All. The. Time. Whether it was triggered by last Saturday or not, whenever my hands have moved away from the keys they’ve headed straight for my cock, over and over and over again.

I felt like this week’s Sinful Sunday should reflect one of those two themes. I went with the latter…

My flatmate went out for a couple of hours last Sunday, just when the afternoon sun was at its most glorious. I’d just come out of the shower when he left, and after drying myself off, I wandered up from my bedroom to the kitchen, where I switched on the kettle.

Hanging out naked in my apartment is one of my absolute favourite things to do, and while I waited for the water to boil, I started messing around with my phone camera. Sunlight streamed in through the balcony doors, along with a breeze gentle enough just to kiss my skin with its final, dying breath. As I rested my soft cock on the wooden work surface it felt like the perfect backdrop for a Sinful Sunday photo – and hopefully a forerunner of the beautiful, clothes-free summer to come!