Category: Sinful Sunday

Before lockdown, I was running roughly three times a week, depending on weather, work, hockey, and my general enthusiasm levels. Each outing followed a similar pattern: start sluggishly, grimace and set my face against the wind and rain, find some sort of easy stride, wait till I hit two miles, then head home and breathe a (heavy) sigh of relief at the sight of our front gate. It’s fair to say I wasn’t loving life on the trail over autumn and winter.

However, since lockdown my entire approach to the routine of running has changed – or rather, it’s returned to roughly where it was in 2015 and 2016, when I was training for marathons in Berlin and Warsaw. Not in distance terms (not yet anyway…), nor in speed – I’m lucky if I do 5K in 23 minutes right now, whereas 3-4 years ago I was consistently sub-22 minutes – but perhaps more importantly I feel like I’ve found my rhythm again.

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…