Category: Sinful Sunday

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!

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!]

I played hockey yesterday on a pitch that occupied one small corner of a sprawling sports complex, shared with local football and rugby teams. The weather was filthy when we arrived and got steadily worse once the game was underway. The wind whipped across the exposed fields, rain slanted sideways into our faces, and a winter gloom seemed to creep in a little closer with every passing minute.

By the end of the match, I was sore, tired, and ready for the bright and warmth of the opposition’s clubhouse. For pasta bolognese, a pint of beer, and rueful reflection on the defeat we’d just suffered. After some initial uncertainty, I now really like the group of guys I play with, and few things can salve wounded pride better than hearty food and good company.

Even those comforts do little for aching muscles, however. They require scalding hot water – the kind that feels like it might strip the skin from your body – and a proper scrub. After everyone else had left, I went over to the rather austere, chilly shower block and found an empty changing room. Livvy came in with me and took a few photos as I got changed, snapping away until my sweaty kit lay in a messy pile on the floor. I left her sitting on a bench while I waited for the water to heat up, then closed my eyes and let it wash over me.

This week’s Sinful Sunday prompt was ‘artificial light’, which offered an almost overwhelming array of options for weird, wonderful, and sexy-as-fuck photography (as the other submissions make very clear).

In fact, as I first started to give it some thought earlier this week, I realised that I’ve already played around with a whole bunch of artificial light options over the last couple of years – from all the night-time shots I’ve done, lit by different lamps in different rooms, through to Christmas tree lights, street lamps, and even the fluorescent glow of a London Underground train.

One thing I’d not yet explored? Shadows. So when Livvy suggested projecting my body up onto our bedroom wall, I wasn’t about to say no. When she leaned over me, her freshly-washed hair tumbling down onto my stomach, and her lips grazing the head of my cock, I wasn’t really able to say much at all…