Category: Other photos

Ok, it’s not technically our house – but for a short time yesterday afternoon, it was everything we needed in a home. Light, airy, just far enough from the prying eyes of passers-by, and surrounded by a natural vista so wonderful that it made us both giddy to look at.

Even better, with no-one looking in through the windows, we were able to strip off and wander around naked to our heart’s content – which is definitely something we both value in anywhere we end up staying.

Our dream Andes retreat needs a little work, it’s true, and I don’t know how much it would cost to take it off the hands of its current owners – but these are minor details. And even if we end up having to look elsewhere, one thing’s for sure: we certainly enjoyed every minute of the viewing.

Country walks are the best.

Especially in the middle of winter. 

When the sky is slate-grey.

The trees are bare or fallen. 

The wind whips across the open fields. 

And no-one else is around.

(Thanks to Exposing 40 for the excellent photographic work this afternoon!) 

It’s a longstanding fantasy of mine to be watched by a group of women as I strip naked and perform according to their instructions, before making a mess all over the floor. I find the whole idea of it so hot, in fact, that the lovely Malin James wrote me this brilliant story a couple of years ago as a birthday present.

Anyway, with lots of our sexy friends gathered in one place for last night’s sex blogger Xmas party, I finally got to turn my filthy fantasy into reality.

In a manner of speaking.

“Kneel for me here and get yourself ready. Good boy. Yes, you can touch your cock – I want it nice and hard by the time they arrive.

Shhh, you know the rules. No talking, not while you’re naked with me. I’m not going to answer your questions anyway – you’ll find out soon enough. A lovely treat for both of us, eh?

Mm, stroke it harder, come on. And keep that back straight – no slouching. You’re not to embarrass me tonight. I promised them something presentable, so that’s what you’re going to be. Presentable, obedient, well-behaved…and erect. Are we clear? Nod if you understand me. Yes? Good.

Ah, the doorbell. Right on time. You stay right here – I’ll be back in a few minutes. This is what happens when you tell me about your fantasies, I’m afraid. You should know by now that I’m a very resourceful woman…”

(Photo by Exposing 40)

This week, I’m turning over my Sinful Sunday post to one of my Twitter followers, who contacted me recently with this request:

I quietly follow Sinful Sunday, and it feels like a safe and mutually supportive environment, full of good people, but I don’t think I’m ready to start a blog of my own.

You don’t get if you don’t ask, so…if I take a picture to go along with this, is it something you would consider hosting?

When I read the rest of the text she sent me, I was struck by her simple and powerful words, and the bravery behind them. As she said in a follow-up message:

I love my tits. I’m going to miss them. I need to do something daring (for me) that will remain out there.

I think that’s a sentiment we can all applaud.