Category: Other photos

There’s a long tradition of professional athletes getting naked for magazine shoots. Flick through pretty much any of them (ESPN’s annual ‘The Body Issue’ is perhaps the best place to start), and you’ll notice one recurring theme: genitals are almost entirely missing. Well, missing or ‘tastefully’ obscured by scenery, other body parts, or relevant sporting equipment.

There are perfectly understandable reasons for this. Very few mainstream publications show genitals full stop, and if you’re a global sporting star, potentially paid millions in salary and sponsorship contracts, you have a personal brand to maintain: that brand is rarely, if ever, enhanced by getting your cock or cunt out for the world to admire.

For the last 52 weeks, the super-talented writer and blogger Violet Fawkes has been running a very sexy (and important) weekly photo meme called ‘Lingerie Is For Everyone’.

Until today, I hadn’t participated in ‘LIFE’, but I’ve hugely enjoyed checking out the various contributions. Violet runs the project with such typical generosity of spirit that she manages to attract and inspire images that range from high art to downright filth, accompanied by words that underscore how important the meme’s basic principle is to those who take part.

Last night’s 50th birthday party for 19 Syllables was always going to feature a number of elements:

• Lovely, warm, interesting people – 19S has excellent taste in friends
• Energetic, exuberant teenagers – her daughters and their mates are pretty awesome too
• Dancing! 19S and her husband know how to tear it up on the dance floor
• Almost constant laughter – as there should be, when you’re among dear friends
• …and filthy photos! Because if there’s one quality 19S embodies above all others, it’s the art of playfulness, and it would be very rude not to reflect that in our own way.

It was a brilliant evening, even before I went out to the field behind 19S’ house with Liv, E40, Katteroo, Honey, and a couple of unexpected companions. Once there, we all jumped on space hoppers, got our bums out, larked around, and generally showed off for the camera in a way that we felt would make 19S proud.

Group shot done, I decided to show off my excellent purple braces properly, in a photo that I think has an unexpectedly strong Cabaret vibe – or, perhaps more realistically, leaked Four Weddings & a Funeral outtake shots/Bullingdon Club social vibe.

Either way – I like it! And more importantly, it feels entirely reflective of the evening as a whole 🙂

It’s my birthday! Or it will be in two days from now, at least. I’ll be 38, which feels like an entirely nothing age, on a Tuesday, which feels like an entirely nothing day.

How fortunate then, that Liv chose this year to arrange THE BEST surprise birthday party. I showed up at Exposing40’s flat last night to find fizz, nibbles, seven of the best women I know…and a chair. After 45 minutes of drinking and chit-chat, I took off my clothes in the bathroom and returned to that chair, where I spent the rest of the evening in a fluctuating state of at least semi-arousal.

Inspired by this 2015 Malin James story, my first CFNM party was a delight from start to finish. I never felt uncomfortable or weird, I was in a room full of excellent people, and there were enough casual touches, gropes, and appraising glances to remind me on a regular basis that yes, I was actually naked.

Midway through the evening someone passed round pads of paper, and I was invited to strike a pose. They drew me for 15 minutes, we had some more wine, then I went to the bathroom again and put on/in my latest sex toy purchase: a fox tail butt plug, which basically made me feel like a NSFW version of Disney’s Robin Hood.

I sashayed into the room with my tail firmly in place, and knelt on the chair for another quick sketching session.

I was only there for a little over five minutes, but that was enough to send me into a semi-trance, with all the intense butt plug sensations made even more pleasurable by the clenching I had to do in order to keep it in place.

After they’d finished, I gave my tail another couple of twirls and went back to being a plain ol’ human again, albeit one still naked in a room of fully-clothed friends and lovers. For the rest of the evening, I served drinks – of course – acted as a model for a game of kinky charades, and generally tried to maintain my equilibrium in a situation designed to throw it entirely off-kilter. Did I succeed? Well maybe that’s a story for another time.

At the end of the night, I bundled up everyone’s sketches and jumped into an Uber with Liv. I tweeted a few of them this afternoon, but I think this one is my favourite. Drawn by Honey, it feels like it captures both an exceptionally good physical likeness (for five minutes’ work) and the tension in my body as I posed on that chair.

I don’t know what I’ll do with Honey’s drawing, but I do know that whenever I look at it, I’ll instantly think of what turned out to be one of the best birthday parties I’ve ever had.

Liv and I are down in the Loire Valley this weekend, and as her Sinful Sunday post this week shows, we’ve been taking advantage of the opportunity to enjoy some fresh air and sunshine.

Even with a baby, it feels important to maintain our favourite holiday traditions, and getting naked outside definitely tops that list. In fact, it’s the perfect way to start the morning, especially when it’s warm and sunny, and your gîte has a private terrace, where you can drink your tea and eat your croissant in peace. Among other things…

I was sad when my good friend Confess Hannah decided to shut down her blog last summer: not just because it deprived the sex blogging world of one of its most creative and original voices (and hottest photographers), but because I knew it would be a wrench for her to lose a space that was just hers – where she could express that side of herself and share her hotness with the world.

I’m delighted, therefore, that Hannah has dipped her toe back into the Sinful Sunday waters over the last couple of weeks – first with this gorgeous butt shot over on Liv’s blog, and now with two snaps from a recent hotel adventure she describes below.

Like a lot of couples, Liv and I don’t really ‘do’ Valentine’s Day. Yes, we exchange cards, and this year we used it as an excuse to cook a nice meal together and drink champagne, but for the most part we treat it just like another date on the calendar.

For that reason, I was both surprised and delighted when Liv presented me with the perfect gift on Valentine’s morning – my own bedside tea set! Complete with travel kettle, water carafe, milk thermos, pot for teabags, and cute new mug, it was exactly what I need for all those weekend mornings when neither of us want to get out of bed but I do want a cup of tea…or two cups…or three…

This morning I plugged in the kettle and took my thoughtful gift for a test drive. Both of my girls were fast asleep: Liv curled up next to me and Martha in her crib at the end of our bed. As sun poured in between the blinds of our patio door, I was able to settle back and relax with mug in hand.

For years now, I’ve been fascinated by Egon Schiele’s twisted, evocative, hyper-sexualised paintings. We have a framed print of his Sitting Woman with Legs Drawn Up on our bedroom wall – mainly because I think it’s about as sexy as any non-nude portrait you’re likely to find – and when Somerset House hosted an exhibition of his work back in 2014, I spent hours staring at each canvas.

Since November, the Royal Academy has been running an exhibition of Klimt and Schiele drawings, on loan from the Albertina Museum in Vienna. It closes tonight, and Liv and I nearly missed it (in case you haven’t noticed, we’ve been quite busy lately…), but after a brief panic we did ultimately squish Martha into her sling yesterday and head up the Victoria Line to Green Park for a late viewing.

Earlier today, Liv enthusiastically shared this excellent Girl on the Net post, all about watching a partner’s dick slowly get hard through boxer shorts or other items of clothing. After the briefest of breakfast conversations, we figured there must be a way to reflect that kink in my Sinful Sunday photo this week, without losing that crucial element of dynamism and change…

…what do you think??