Category: Sinful Sunday

It’s two years now since I first ‘donated’ my Sinful Sunday post to anyone who wanted to take part in the meme but didn’t have an easy way of doing so. Over the following 10 months a bunch of bloggers, tweeters, friends and fuckbuddies took me up on that offer, and I was lucky enough to host some really fantastic photos – including some from people who subsequently decided to join in on their own sites.

It doesn’t exactly fit with July’s ‘Change’ prompt, but for some reason this felt like a good time to revive the ‘Anonymous’ concept. In fact, in some ways marking an anniversary is the opposite of change – although in others, perhaps it’s just another side of the same coin. I dunno. Either way, the photos below made it a very easy decision, and I’m glad I get to share them here today. Enjoy!

Though let’s be honest, they do actually look much better on her…

I am not a naturally graceful person. My body often feels utilitarian rather than elegant – built to get stuff done, rather than look good doing it. It’s why salsa classes have proved to be a really enjoyable – and occasionally frustrating – challenge: dancing doesn’t come naturally, and I’ve often been pushed well outside my comfort zone, so I’m proud of the way my body has responded.

I will never be a gymnast though. In fact, I actively choose sports where balance isn’t really a conscious consideration. Hockey. Running. Squash. The movements required for each are dynamic and instinctive, rather then precise or measured – and that suits my body just fine.

However, I do like a challenge. When I saw this fallen tree out in Epping Forest the other day, I couldn’t resist stepping out onto it and forcing my body into total stillness. Surrounded by lush green canopy, I tensed my muscles, curled my toes around the wood, and strived for something I don’t often have the patience – or control – to find.

Balance.

I absolutely love having hands all over my body, and what better occasion than the Saturday afternoon at Eroticon to get naked and let people touch you up?? The question is, can you guess who each pair belongs to…?

I may rethink the title.

In a pretty weird week for me – family funerals rarely feel like business as usual – it’s been good to have something utterly trivial with which to distract myself, and the (inaugural!) World Cup of Cereals certainly fell into that category.

After the voting was done this evening, one cereal stood alone at the top of the tree. A childhood favourite of mine – and of you lot too, it seems – Rice Krispies put the snap, crackle & pop into my weekend. Felt only right to polish off a bowl at the end of it…

The people have spoken! 57 of them, anyway. This afternoon’s impromptu poll produced a clear winner, with a whopping 46% of you voting for the nifty pink-and-purple Paul Smith boxer-briefs. Stripes are clearly in this year – the colourful CK boxer-briefs came (a distant) second – and briefs…well, briefs are not, much to my eternal disappointment.

Anyway, as promised, here’s the winning pair in action, just a few minutes ago…