Roses are red
They grow on a bush
Now get over here
And grab my tush!
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While unpacking a box of books last night, I rediscovered ‘Butt Number 5’, the photography book(let) by Luke Austin that I picked up in New York 16 months ago. I’ve already posted a couple of photos inspired by Austin’s work, and as I flicked through it this morning I was struck again by just how many different, interesting, sexy poses he managed to capture.
For today’s post, I deliberately picked out a photo that I couldn’t replicate on my own – Liv was keen to help, and I was interested to see how easy it would be for her to figure out the angles, body position, and other nuances of one of his deceptively simple-looking shots. As it turns out, not that easy at all! So much work clearly goes into the lighting and composition of each image that even capturing their general spirit or essence is far from straightforward – which, when you think about it, is vaguely reassuring.
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February 10th: Flame
Liv’s hair is a wild, tumbling mess of curls, and it gets everywhere (seriously: everywhere). Pick a surface in our flat (or an item of clothing, or a car seat, or a bathroom wall, or…) and there’s a decent chance you’ll find a copper strand draped across it, glinting whenever it catches the light.
I tease her about it incessantly, of course, because that’s what you do with someone you love – find something about them that’s inherently just a little bit ridiculous and make a running joke of it. Even so, I think it’s pretty obvious that I adore every unruly lock that spills down from her head…especially when we’re fucking.
I first used today’s photo for a Sinful Sunday post in January 2014, alongside another, related image. It proved to be one of my most popular Sinful Sunday submissions, and even inspired this (fucking hot) Girl on the Net story later that year.
This Throwback Thursday edit was sent to me by Molly Moore, who did what I couldn’t and beefed up the quality of the Blackberry camera-phone photo in order to give it a very fresh, different feel. I hope you enjoy it!
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February 7th: Aftermath
I think today’s photo broadly speaks for itself. This is what happens when:
- Liv gets home from work
- We don’t have any evening plans
- Mm, basically just 1 & 2, tbh
Living with someone is awesome. Though there’s a lot of laundry.
“Morning gorgeous!
You looked so peaceful earlier that I didn’t want to wake you – and I was in a bit of a rush when I left. I’m on the train now, so should be in plenty of time for my presentation. Just need to run over it one last time at the conference venue, and then I’ll be ready to go.
If you get time today, could you do some laundry? I’m down to my last couple of shirts, and I don’t seem to have any clean underwear. I’m afraid I had to borrow a pair of your knickers. You know the soft, pretty pink ones that you look so fucking hot in? Yeah, those.
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February 5th: Ladder
The spare room in our new flat has a rather wonderful mezzanine shelf, big enough for a double mattress and a small bookcase. It means we can have guests to stay, but don’t have to fill the floor space with a proper bed – sort of the best of both worlds.
You reach the mezzanine level via what looks like a home-made (or repurposed) wooden ladder. It feels comfortingly solid, and has been painted white to match the walls. There’s nothing fancy about it, which I really like – it’s just simple and basic. It does its job.
This week’s Sinful Sunday theme is minimalism, and when I thought about it this morning I was instinctively drawn to that simple, basic, white ladder. I don’t know why, but I felt like it could do that job too…see whether you agree!
We were 20 minutes late to brunch with a friend this morning, in large part because when our alarm went off, Livvy rolled over and gave me the kind of blow job you can’t help but stay in bed for.
At first I thought she was just going to tease. To suck the head of my cock and stroke my balls, and get me worked up enough to fuck her really hard once we got home later in the day. Instead she kept going and going…and going, till I knew there was no way I could stop myself shooting straight down her throat. It was, in a word, unbe-fucking-lievable.
About halfway through I happened to glance up over her shoulder and spot the mirror at the end of our bed. My brain was pretty scrambled by that point, but I remember thinking that next time we should move it into a better position – one where I could see her arse, or she could watch herself suck me off. In the shower a little while later, I recalled a photo I took last November, in an airport hotel before an early morning flight home from Paris. A photo that shows just how good that view can be. This photo, in fact…
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Sinful Sunday: High Line
January in New York City is a pretty inhospitable month. Cold. Dark. Grey. Wet. And very windy. Hardly sunbathing weather…or is it??
I am British, after all, so when we went for a walk on the (magnificent) High Line – a flagship urban regeneration project, which runs down the West Side from 34th Street to Gansevoort Street in the Meatpacking District (how appropriate) – I decided that there were definitely advantages to everyone else staying inside…
[Update: you can find more photos from that afternoon here!]
