I always buy a World Cup sticker album. I always start filling a World Cup sticker album. I pretty much never finish it. As this year’s tournament draws to a close, sadly without the involvement of Our Brave Boys, I thought I’d take a different approach…
(Of course, while stickers are fun, there are still better things to do while naked…)
I wasn’t really sure what kind of response I’d get when I offered to ‘donate’ my Sinful Sunday entry this week. I was fairly sure at least one person would suggest that I was only doing it as a way of getting people to send me dirty pictures, and I was duly proved correct on that front. However, in terms of the quantity and quality of the photos themselves, I had no clear expectations; I was even prepared for there to be no take-up at all.
For that reason, I was really happy when three people (at time of writing…) sent photos. Three people who enjoy Sinful Sunday, who wanted to participate, but who didn’t feel they could do so on their own site, or under their own (real or pen) name. Not only that, but between them they submitted three really excellent photos: well-framed, well-composed, interesting, and (more to the point) really fucking hot.
Here they are then, first as a mosaic (my official Sinful Sunday entry for this week, I suppose), and then individually, in the order in which I received them. Enjoy!
Wet
Waiting for Sir
The first photo
“You can send me photos too, if you want,” he said. My stomach flipped a little when I read that text. I look at photos. I look at photos a lot: photos of perfect tits, well-shaped cocks, and expertly-tied knots. Why would I want to take a photo of myself? My body doesn’t fit the mould. “Oh, fuck it,” I thought, “why not?” There were a couple of pictures before this one. Shy ones – a flash of nipple and definitely no cunt. This was the first ‘proper’ one. That was months ago now and many more have since been taken, for him and other people.
(EDIT: I will be repeating this offer on the last Sunday of every month, beginning with Sunday 27th July)
Anyone who reads this blog on a regular basis will know that over the last 10 months I’ve been an enthusiastic participant in Molly Moore’s Sinful Sunday project. I don’t post a photo every week, but when I do feel like joining in, it’s simple enough to get the camera out, snap, edit, and stick something (explicit) up on my site. In that sense, I really do have no shame.
For some people, it’s not so easy. As a society, we’re still fairly prudish, which sucks; but even within the sex-blogging community I’ve spoken to several people over the last couple of months who’ve said that however much they want to take part in Sinful Sunday, they’re unwilling to expose themselves in that way online. That reluctance is generally a product of one or more of the following factors:
a) Shyness
b) A lack of ‘blog fit’
c) The fear that in submitting a photo, they might compromise their anonymity
All of which makes me kind of sad. We ought to have a much healthier attitude towards sex and nudity, and I think we’d all be a lot happier if that was the case.
For that reason, I’d like to make you all an offer. This coming week, I will ‘donate’ my Sinful Sunday entry to anyone and everyone who would love to post something but (for whatever reason) can’t.
If you’ve always wanted to take part, but have never found the right forum through which to do so, this is your chance: send me the photo you’d love to submit and I will collate it with all the others I receive, then post it on my blog this weekend.
You’ll have total anonymity and you can be as creative as you like – just read the rules, email your photo to the address on my ‘About’ page, and I’ll do the rest. If you decide at any point in the future that you want the picture removed from my site, let me know and I’ll take it down straightaway.
I’m aware that some people who read this will like the idea of posting an anonymous photo, but won’t want to trust a dude with that kind of material…and that’s fair enough. Frankly, I don’t blame you. If you fall into that category, Molly pointed out to me today that there is an ‘Anonymous’ blog to which you can submit your pictures – if you’d prefer to go down that route, the details are on the site, or you can email Molly and ask her how it works.
I’ve no idea whether there’s any real demand for this or not – I guess I’ll find out this weekend! If you have questions or concerns, please, please do get in touch, and if you would rather talk to Molly about this whole concept, I know she’d love to hear from you as well.
Cheers,
C
It’s 17 years since I last studied Physics, and while I was always a pretty competent scientist, it never really held my interest. Maybe I should’ve paid more attention to my teachers…and to Archimedes. This afternoon I found myself on the sofa with a full mug of soup, a large hunk of bread, and a desire to dip the latter deep into the former. Result? Soup everywhere.
Anyway, after cleaning myself off, I decided that there might be other people out there who could do with a bit of a crash course in basic Physics. With that in mind, I proudly present…
(Sinful) Sunday Science Experiments (Not For Kids): Displacement
Step 1
Take a glass and fill it with water.
Step 2
Find an object – ideally something large that you’re happy to get wet. Slowly insert it into the water, until it’s fully immersed.
Step 3
Observe the mess you’ve made. Try to remember what’s supposed to happen next.
Step 4
Clear up mess. Resolve not to give up the day job…
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Oh, and apparently this process also works well for post-sex clean-up.
(This week’s Sinful Sunday theme is ‘Black & White’, and let’s face it, all terrible textbooks should come complete with grainy, colour-drained images. I’ve included the originals alongside, per Molly’s request)
I will kneel and I will watch as you kneel before me.
I will use your mouth and I will give you my mouth to be used.
I will take control and I will surrender it to you.
I am both men, because both men are me.
I am dominant. I am submissive.
I am a switch.
I had another photo in mind this week (described by one person I showed it to as ‘BDSM Ninja’), but then I was on the train down to Krakow yesterday, all alone in one of those old-fashioned European compartments, and, well, I couldn’t resist…
I like the fact that, suspended from the luggage rack like this, I could be at the start, in the middle, or at the end of a very kinky train-based adventure, so if you’re planning to enter my story competition and would like to use this image as the basis for what you write, please be my guest.
Last month I came home from the airport one afternoon and decided to run a short story competition. It got a very good response, drew in a handful of incredibly talented writers, and produced a worthy winner in the form of this sexy little number from Charley Powell.
When I launched ‘The Suitcase’, I thought it would be a one-off; a whim to be indulged, enjoyed, and packed up in a box afterwards. However, running it was such good fun that as soon as I’d chosen the winner, I started thinking about when I might do it again, and how I could make it even more fun next time.
It didn’t take long to answer those questions. What makes a short story competition interesting and enjoyable? I’d suggest it’s some combination of:
a) An engaging theme or challenge
b) Kick-ass prizes
c) A sense of community and conversation around it
Once I’d figured out how to do a) and found some lovely sponsors to provide b), I figured c) would probably happen all by itself – it’s time to put that to the test.
The Challenge
Write an erotic short story, no longer than 2500 words, using a photo from the April 27th edition of Molly Moore’s Sinful Sunday meme as the inspiration (please please read the full rules below for more details).
The Prizes
Winner: the Cara Sutra Fantasy Bondage Kit (RRP £69.99) and a $15 voucher for Dreamspinner Press
Runner-up #1: the Countess Clit dildo from Sh! London; and an e-book copy of the illustrated erotica anthology ‘Immoral Views’, from Sweetmeats Press (featuring Lexie Bay, Kay Jaybee, Lucy Felthouse, and more).
Runner-up #2: the Pyxis Finger Massager vibrator from Vibrator Kingdom; and a paperback copy of ‘Curious’, an M/M erotica anthology from Dreamspinner Press.
Readers’ Choice Award: Handmade Satin Ties with D-rings from Sh! London, and a bumper collection of six erotica anthologies from the wonderful Alison Tyler.
Huge thanks to all of the sponsors for providing such awesome prizes, and especially to Molly for graciously allowing me to tie this in with Sinful Sunday. Most of us who blog or write about sex owe Molly a debt of some description, and mine has just got a whole lot bigger.
Cara Sutra’s bondage kit is something I’ve wanted to get my hands on for a while now, and I’m really excited about having it as a main prize in this contest. To be honest, if you have any interest at all in bondage, you should probably just go out and buy it now, whether or not you intend to write something – having spoken to her at Eroticon, Cara is definitely a woman who knows her shit, and she’s managed to produce a top-quality set of equipment.
Sh! has always been my favourite London sex store – and really, only Babeland in NYC gives it a run for its money on the global front – so it’s great to have them on board for this. Meanwhile, Vibrator Kingdom is a sex toy site that everyone interested in dildos and vibes should have bookmarked (and Donna who runs it is lovely).
As for Dreamspinner and Sweetmeats, both have managed to attract some of the best talent on the erotica market, and are turning out anthologies and novels which reflect that quality. Sweetmeats has launched a really innovative range of illustrated publications (one word: H-O-T), while Dreamspinner is the best publisher of M/M erotica currently operating.
The Rules
If you have any questions, or feel there’s something important that I haven’t covered here, please do get in touch.
Sinful Sunday is a wonderful and wonderfully valuable enterprise, sustained both by Molly’s effort and energy, and by photographs from some of the sexiest and most talented bloggers you’re likely to find. I can’t think of a richer source of inspiration for erotica writers, and I’m really excited about reading the stories you all come up with.
Happy writing 🙂
Bit of a placeholder this week, while I wait for some sort of inspiration to return. I recently had the following DM exchange with a good friend of mine:
Her: What are you wearing?
Me: Navy blue jumper. Red-and-white checked shirt. Blue jeans (501s). Tight navy boxers.
Her: Can you take a pic of your cock sticking through the button fly for me?
Me: Soft, semi-erect, or fully hard?
Her: Soft, then I can imagine how I could get it hard.
Deal.
I like zips. Zips are hot. They’re just mainly hot on the back of a dress, or the side of a tight black pencil skirt. On jeans, I’ve always preferred a button fly. It can be a little cruel on clumsy fingers, but then so can a bra clasp – overall, it feels like a fair exchange. And buttons are so satisfying. They give way with a pop, and as each one jumps free a little more skin is exposed. It’s the same with shirts, of course – the slow tease just works – but a button fly is more versatile, because it can also be ripped open (in a very manly way!) without the material being destroyed.
I took this photo because someone asked me to take it. I like this photo because…well, because someone asked me to take it! But also because it makes me think of grazed knees (yours), a heavy belt (mine), a tight skirt and bare legs (yours), a shirt almost translucent with sweat (mine), big dark eyes (yours), fingers squeezing metal buttons through denim holes (mine), a soft and eager tongue (yours), and tensed, trembling thighs, which buckle the moment you take my cock in your mouth.
I’m wearing those same button-fly jeans as I type this. Though not for long…
I was looking for photographic inspiration the other day, and the lovely Oleander Plume was kind enough to email me three suggestions for shots I could take. This was the third of them:
‘3. You’re in an office, sitting on top of your desk, leaning back on both hands, arms straight. Your jacket, shirt and pants are all open, and your erect cock is pointing up. You are looking to the side with a small smile on your face.’
As it happens, this was my last week in the job I came out to do in Poland, so on Wednesday night I sneaked into work after hours. Our floor is open-plan, and the only people with offices of their own are the company President, and the CFO. Apparently the President doesn’t lock his door when he leaves at night, which made it very easy to slip inside and take this week’s Sinful Sunday photo.
I left my jacket at home, and the small smile was sacrificed on the altar of anonymity, but otherwise I think this just about satisfies the brief…
…you might just spot a little acorn, in between all the tall oaks.
(Nothing sexier than a man in socks, right?!)
