Category: Sinful Sunday

Today was my birthday – I am now 36 years old. I like to think I went about marking this auspicious occasion in the right way… 

Here’s to the very best of years, and ALL the exciting things still to come! 

This month’s Sinful Sunday prompt is the letter D, which throws up all sorts of interesting and obvious possibilities. Dick. Dildo. Doggy. Dungeon (we have a cellar, after all!). Dom. Domme…

For anyone wanting to steer clear of nouns, there are plenty of verbs and adjectives that would fit the bill. Dark. Degradation. Deep. Delicate. Delicious. Defiant.

It’s why I really like the letter prompts. They’re so wonderfully simple – and therefore inclusive – but at the same time they leave huge scope for unusual and creative responses. You can take them in almost any direction you like.

As is the case for many consultants – freelance and otherwise – what my current job lacks in excitement, it more than makes up for in flexibility. I’m not my own master, exactly, but I have a lot of freedom to manage my work schedule, and no-one expects me to stay chained to my desk from 9-5, Monday to Friday – as long as I continue to deliver the results my client is looking for, of course.

It all means that if I don’t have any meetings, or I just need a bit of peace and quiet to focus on an important project, I’m usually able to work from home – and I love that. I love how productive I am, without the distraction of chattering colleagues and needless interruptions. I love being able to roll out of bed five minutes before I start work, and to take long lunch breaks in the knowledge that I’ll make up the time later in the day. And most of all I love setting my laptop to one side for five minutes, stretching out on the sofa, and relaxing with a cup of tea, next to the living room window.

Clothing optional…

Face, cock…or both – sometimes it doesn’t matter. Sometimes all you want is for her to hop on board and take you for a ride… 

My love for button fly jeans is hardly a secret. They’ve featured here on several occasions over the last couple of years, and if you’ve met me in person, whether at Eroticon or elsewhere, the chances are that I was wearing blue Levis at the time. They’re everything I want in a pair of trousers: practical, durable, stylish, low maintenance…and very easy to remove – or just to open up a little bit. What’s not to like?

I didn’t manage to get my site back up and running in time to join in with last week’s Sinful Sunday prompt. That’s a shame, as I think this photo would have suited the brief rather well (though as the round-up made clear, there was hardly a shortage of images that did exactly that – and more!). As it was, it inspired the story I posted earlier tonight, so it only seems right to share it now instead – and to relaunch the blog by showing off something so close to my heart (yes, I mean the jeans…).

Either way, it’s good to be back 🙂

Over the last few years, ‘-porn’ has become a popular suffix, especially on the internet. Food-porn, property-porn, holiday-porn; you name it, if it’s something we crave, aspire to, or merely enjoy looking at, you’ll find the word ‘porn’ after it somewhere online. Probably Instagram. Or Pinterest.

Maybe it’s a sign of age, but recently I’ve found myself scrolling through pages of bookcases, shelving units, and assorted soft furnishings. That’s what happens when you move house, I guess – though lord knows, we do not need any more bookcases. There’s plenty out there to admire, whether you’re looking for antiques, checking out some of the boutique/independent stores around London, or just sticking with the likes of Habitat and I**A. Some of it is even pretty sexy. But pornographic? Eh, I’m not so sure…

Two weekends ago, Livvy and I hosted an engagement party on Saturday night, then got both sets of parents and assorted siblings together for lunch on Sunday. Last weekend was completely swallowed up (in the most marvellous, magical way) by the chaos of Eroticon 2017. And on the Friday just gone, we got dolled up in our best Parisian finery for what turned out to be an almost perfect evening at Secret Cinema with Liv’s two sisters.

So it’s fair to say that by last night, we were both flagging a bit. The last few weeks have been a blast, but they haven’t left much time for R&R. Actually, you could say that about 2017 in general.

As we got ready to go out to the latest After Pandora sex party, I realised that not only had I failed to sort out a costume, I wasn’t sure I was even in the mood for kinky, exhibitionistic fun. A sad state of affairs indeed.