Knife Play

My husband is somewhat obsessed with knives, well anything sharp really. He has professional sharpening equipment. He even makes his own tools, as well as buying crappy old ones to fix up. A few days ago I was cooking when he spanked me with a knife.* This is dangerous! Very dangerous! And seriously sexy. He also caressed my breasts with the sharp edge of the knife. I was actually stirring the dinner on the hot gas stove while that was happening and I can tell you I was shitting myself. I felt so submissive, both tiny and a giant at the same time. It was beautiful.

The moment itself happened suddenly, and this is what made it for me. Hubby was inspired and inspiring. Magical! In honour of that glorious, dangerous, intense experience we made this photograph just for Sinful Sunday, but in this one the danger has left so I am wearing just a bra to make up for it. And, yes, this is the same knife he used to spank me. It makes me shudder just to think about it.

 

* Seriously, if hubby were not so expert at wielding sharp implements, no way would I have tolerated the experience. Not so much "Safe, Sane and Consensual" much more of the "Risk Aware Consensual Kink"

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New Phone!

As part of my project "101 Things in 1001 Days" I had to get a new phone. Well, I did. It has a camera! I've never had a phone with a camera. I'm still not quite sure how to use it, but I did manage to take this while on a work trip. If you're wondering what the pink thing is, it is my phone case - a baby sock. 

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In The Eye Of The Beholder

This photo was taken in January before life through me some lemons. When I look at it I don't remember what was happening. Was I being confident and funny? Was hubby taking the photo? Was I? Was it during sex? Was it for Sinful Sunday? I don't remember.

Looking at it now, while I am slowly learning how to make lemonade again, it looks like I am hiding my breast and my body from the camera. It does not look full of joy and positivity. It does not look like the photo of a woman who loves her breasts, and yet I do. I truly do.

Perhaps in another month or so I will look again at this photo and see it as being filled with happiness, excitement and confidence, rather than confused sadness.

 



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"Hang up my shirts naked"

A few weeks ago I wrote a letter to my husband. I asked him to be my Sir during a period of intense grief. The letter made him sad because he wasn't inspired to be dominant while grieving and helping me through my grief. Then a number of other things happened (including another bereavement) and suddenly one day this week I received an email from hubby while he was at work (I work from home - bonus!).

"Put my shirts in the washing machine, turn it on. While in the laundry room, hit your thighs with your brush till you come, then go and do whatever you like. When the washing is done, hang up my shirts naked."

My reaction was beyond excitement! I followed the instructions, obviously. I managed to give myself some nice bruises, but hitting myself wasn't enough to make me come so I helped it along by masturbating with a large plastic cooking spoon with a long, thick handle. It was incredible, not least because the laundry room is tiny - barely enough space for the washing machine and one person. It made the whole experience that much more awesome.

One thing though, hanging up damp shirts when naked is jolly bloody cold!

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This post was made for Sinful Sunday (hoorah, I'm back!). Clickety click for more sexy pics.

A Thousand Sinful Stitches

This is detail from my latest large cross-stitch project. I finished it two nights ago. Such a relaxing hobby, I love it, but please don't let the image of it as a fuddy-duddy hobby put you off trying it. There are so many different styles and projects, you can sew anything, including the erotic arts. Here is the finished piece, just waiting for a wash, iron, and a frame.

I wish I could say this was designed by me, but no, I just followed a pattern by Country Needlecraft.

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Finishing the lady was #53 on my 101 things list.
The photo's were taken for Sinful Sunday, I suspect cross-stitch is a first for it! Clickety click for sexy photos.

I love it when she holds my cock

Last week hubby and I took a few photos to show off my new nail polish. We liked different ones, so I asked him if he would write this week's post. I've asked him to contribute before and he always said no, but not this time. Imagine my surprise when this is what I got from him, complete with his choice of photo and even formatting! I am a very lucky girl, thank you Nic!

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I love it when she holds my cock 

Sometimes she grabs it,
Sometimes she rubs it,
Sometimes she just holds it in her fist. 

 

I trust her to treat it well,
I let her do with it what she wants.
I force it into her mouth,
I rub it across her face,
And deny her its pleasure. 


But I love it when she holds my cock.
Just don't tell her how much I do,
Or it might just get to her head.




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This post was selected as part of this week's Sinful Sunday weekly round-up by guest reviewers Jack and Jill, to see more sexy piccies clickety click...

Can Terrifying Be Cute?

So then, I have a foot phobia to the extent that feet are one of my hard limits. To try and overcome this I decided to add a couple of tasks to my 101 Things to do list. One of them was 'Try to overcome my foot phobia by painting my toenails.' I have NEVER done this before!!! So Friday, this is what I did. It felt gross. Yesterday, most of the times I saw my toes I freaked out. But once or twice I though 'pretty color.' Today I may have thought they looked cute once ... but they still creep me out. Maybe I should try painting them again some time. Anyway, have some proof of my *cough, splutter* bravery.

This post was made for Sinful Sunday, clickety click for far sexier images!

Something I Love About Myself

One of my tasks on the 101 Things to do in 1001 Days is to finish writing the 30 Days of Truth meme. Now, most of these will never see the light of day because they are too personal and break my heart. But this one, I thought I would post it.

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Day 02 : Something you love about yourself

How not to seem like an arrogant tool? Hmmm, I love myself. I really do. I don’t think I’d love me if I met me, but as far as who I am, I pretty much love me. What do I love best? That is tricky.

I think, if I had to pick one thing, it would be my self-awareness and my knowledge that I’m not perfect and I must constantly work at growing and developing as a person. We all change, people we meet change us, work, small happenstances in the street, major illnesses, the weather, everything. I love the fact that I know this and as a result am constantly questioning and wondering and pushing myself to be the best and the happiest I can be. That makes me better and I think it makes the world a little better. That last bit, about making the world a better place … that is probably the second thing I would say I love about me. I am an idealist and want everyone to be happy. I do whatever I can to help move that along, without sacrificing myself in the process. Happiness is important, and I wish more people would find out what makes them happy and how they can achieve that.

Can I say a third thing I love? Of course I can, it’s my blog. I love my boobs. They’re awesome! Here is a photo of them (in a very ill-fitting bra – the shame!) to prove it.

Truth level: Total, there is nothing here I wouldn’t say to anybody else, quite literally, I can often be seen in conversations grabbing my boobs with pride *grin*


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Texture

"Texture is the most enduring and ubiquitous underpinning of form... certainly a calming, meditative and appealing world for both the eye and mind." (Lynda Lehmann)

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sunrise

I had a seriously sexy season!

On Christmas day hubby and I had sex in the morning and again at night (the first time my Crimbo has been this exciting!), not bad considering how many family members were in the house at the same time. It seems hubby has a fetish for silencing me, which nicely complements my fetish for getting overheard.

I ran around the garden naked in the rain while hubby watched safely from inside.

One night we slept in separate rooms because I was poorly (his mum insisted, don't ask), so we wanked while sending each other filthy text messages.

Hubby took total control of my orgasms telling me when I could and couldn't orgasm (he enjoyed this a little too much I think... *does the dance of nervous joy*). He "forced" me to masturbate so often I can't tell you, my fave was when he straddled my naked body while he was fully clothed with just his cock out. It dripped over me while I was masturbating and I was forbidden from touching him. He kept smearing his juices over my face and breasts and legs and tummy. He made me beg to taste his juices, but he still denied me his cock. Only after he had let me have a clitoral orgasm was I permitted to touch his cock, and only then so I could sit on it. I wasn't allowed to wash any of the jism off even though we were staying with his family. Fucking sexy!

When we got home after the holidays hubby fucked me while I had a dildo up my arse. It was the first time we have ever done that and he LOVED it!

We also took a whole load of pics. This is me watching the sunrise while we spent a couple of days away from our families in a lovely cottage in the middle of some mountains. May 2013 be this beautiful and so full of sex!

(PS The thing I am wearing is the inspiration for the outfit mentioned in this story)

(PPS I always get hubby to read my Sinful Sunday posts and approve the pic. He read this and said "reading that made me a bit aroused, when you put it down like that, we did all that, that's really sexy." HELL FUCKING YEAH!!!!!!!! Now, time for some more sex...byeeeeee)

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Edit: This photo was chosen as one of the five in Molly's weekly round-up along with Mollena, That Position, Beck, and Curvaceous Dee.
This post was written for the first Sinful Sunday of 2013, and as it is the first I'd like to thank Molly for all her hard work in coordinating it! Clickety click for more sexy images!

#Sad Sunday

One of my favorite things at the moment is Sinful Sunday. Many of you know it is a weekly meme where (sex) bloggers post a sexy photo or five. It is a lovely, confidence-building, empowering group. Bloggers comment on each other's posts and build a community. It is a happy experience.

Today's post is, for me, a sad one. Last week hubby vetoed a photo because there was a little glimpse of a nipple. I finally felt confident enough to show it (it was mostly hidden within a candy bra), but he didn't want me to.

This week I made a lovely, lovely post. It showed nothing I haven't shown before. But, I was fully dressed. Hubby was worried that if anyone who knows me saw the post, they would recognize me. I understand this, I really do. But it saddens me because I am not ashamed of who I am. I do not want to be in the "closet." I am because he wants and needs us to be. I understand that too. It is hard though. It is tiring. It makes me feel like I am something to be ashamed or embarrassed about. I truly, truly understand his viewpoint, but it doesn't make it hurt any less.

It is not easy when you are with someone who has very different sexualities to yourself.

This is still Sinful Sunday, so have a somewhat anachronistic photo of my cleavage.

Edit: I should add that hubby and I have chatted about it. We are excellent communicators. But part of that communication is openly accepting how we feel. We all have to take responsibility for our own feelings and actions. My husband for his, and I mine. We both accept that we need to accept and acknowledge the feelings of each other, and we are both able to do this. Although, perhaps ironically, that also makes us sad because we do not like to see each other suffer. We are a strong couple with an enormous divide between us, one that is continually being pushed and challenged. It is tiring and exhausting for both of us.



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Candy Bra

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away I came third in a Sinful Sunday competition. I received a range of fun prizes (most especially, a lovely leather pussy paddle. I'm vegetarian so I would never have bought it myself, but such fun!). Here are some pics of me wearing one of the other prizes: a candy bra. To be honest, I have always looked at these things with a bit of disgust, and in fairness the sweeties are gross. But, I have to say, it was a lot of fun playing with the "underwear" and if ever you go to a fetish party with food as a theme, this would be a fantastic option!

 

To see other delicious photos, pop over to our den of iniquity.

Why No Sex? I Want Sex!

I’ve been silent for weeks now, not only metaphorically with my blog voice, but also literally with my sex voice. Hubby came home from his fortnight away two weeks ago. Surely, when he came home we had lots of sex, right? Wrong. We had bugger all.

Two and more years ago I would have sulked and moaned and eventually shouted at him, or possibly cried silently into my pillow (I did that most of all). I would have believed it was all his fault and that I was being punished for having led a full sex life before meeting him. Now I am wiser.

We didn’t have sex for lots of reasons, and you know what? Not hubby’s fault!

Blood, so, I have a fetish for blood-play. But, that does not stretch to menstrual blood. To have sex during my period I have to plan it. I have to put down towels and have condoms and all sorts of things. When Nic came back from his trip, I had just started menstruating (four days early, BOOOOO!). Nic never propositions me when I am on my period. I used to blame him for this, but now I see it is because I have issues and he is being kind.

Work, it was insane. I’m not talking 9-5, or even the 9-8 scary business folk often do. No, I’ve been work between 12 and 16 hours a day, 7 days a week for the last month. It has been the brainchild of Satan’s petulant youngest child, trying to show off to daddy. Seriously, it has been that bad. How could I blame hubby on that? Once I would have.

Sickness, hubby had a cold. When I have a cold I get insanely horny. I used to blame hubby for not feeling horny when he was sick. How is that fair?

When sex is bad, everything becomes clouded in that. It is impossible to separate logic and reason from feelings of pain and anxiety. I wanted sex, I never got sex, and a cycle of misery and recriminations developed. Thankfully things are changing, and because Nic and I have been building our sexual bridges (and, oh, what magnificent bridges they are), it has been easier for me to look at my negative thoughts calmly and to recreate them in positive ways. Now I see this period of two weeks abstinence as a chance to explore how far we have come. I’m moaning about two weeks? It wasn’t so very long ago we didn’t have sex for two years!

Hubby was away again this weekend. Monday he came home and Monday night, he discovered new things.

 

He made me lie on my front, with my bum lifted in the air a little. He spanked it, he bit it (damned hard I might add! Bite bruises!), and he shoved a butt plug up my arse. He also decided, for reasons I can’t fathom, to spank my cunt with the back of his hand. I could hear him wanking above me as he was slapping me. It felt amazing and, of course, I orgasmed like that. The whole time I was wearing my very unsexy red pajama top (it is freezing in my world). When he told me that he was going to come over my back I asked him if I should get naked. He very forcefully said “No!”  His juices shot all the way along my back and into my hair.

Have a strange photo of a streak of my husband's orgasm from my bum to to neck, with just a tiny hint of one of the bite marks. Cheekily cropped as always, nothing too saucy to see on this blog.

This post met the prompt #want for Wicked Wednesday. Please take a look to find a whole range of real life stories, philosophy, sex ed, photos, and all kinds of erotic goodies.

What a Crack!

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The Ripper

This came third in the Halloween competition for Sinful Sunday, to see other winners clickety click

Front and Back



The second photo was chosen as part of the Sinful Sunday Weekly Round-Up.

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Submitting to my Husband

I started writing this post yesterday morning and it was very organic in its writing.

The original post was just this paragraph and photograph:

I was going to write a very long post about how this image came about and what my husband did to me while he made me stand against the wall in a little black negligee. Instead I got distracted by my husband deciding to put his cock in my mouth while I was sitting on the sofa with friends in the next room. Hell yeah! I don't know how it's happening, but I'm loving this side of my husband coming to the fore.

 

The second version of this post was an addition of this paragraph:

After I inserted the photo I noticed the faintest hint of a bruise caused by a caning (by my former partner) back in June. Unless you knew it was there you would never be able to tell and I imagine most people would still not spot it [hint: bottom right corner]. I had to zoom in just to be sure.

This addition somehow seemed wrong though, because I'm all about my husband's dominance at the moment. But something happened to enable this error to be fixed and the final version of the post came about:

Yesterday afternoon I did a very "bottom" thing, rather than a "subby" thing; I asked hubby to spank me while our visitors were out of the house for an hour. He didn't act like a top, he acted like a Dom. He stood in the kitchen, took out a wooden spoon and beckoned me. He physically forced my head down onto the counter, and he forced my legs apart. He pulled down my jeans and knickers and he spanked me with the spoon. He masturbated me and squeezed my nipples until I was very close to orgasm. He then told me to get dressed because it would be sexy to know how turned on I was. Last time he spanked me and gave me a bruise he was very uncomfortable and had bad dreams, this time he didn't! Last night we went to bed and he looked at his handywork and took photos of a bruise he caused. He then told me to straddle him and masturbate myself. He squeezed my nipples, twisted them and told me to lean back while he held them so I stretched my own nipples. After I came he fucked me. This is the bruise that broke his phobia of "hurting" me! It might be delicate, it might not be the result of a hard spanking, but Oh!My!God! it is beautiful because my vanilla husband did it.

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Hard Limits

I have a few hard limits. These can most easily be classified as:

• No medical play
• No age play
• No hard gags (balls etc, other kinds of gags are awesome, but I hate my mouth being forced open with no possible movement available)
• No sharing me with others (I choose who I play with and when)
• And the biggie, absolutely no foot play at all!

Got that? No feet!

I hate feet. I hate all feet. With.A.Passion!!!!

I don't even wear shoes with open-toes because my feet are never on display. Even on the beach shoes only come off when I'm in the sea. Still, this week has been all about the positive, and so, I attempt to break my phobia with a photo challenging my own limits. In case you doubt the ferocity of this phobia, even taking the photo was traumatic, and while writing this post my toes are curling up with ickyness.

This post meets the "Thirty Days of Kink" prompt "Day 10: What are your hard limits?"

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Cunt Pride

Last week’s blog posts were full of feelings of Kink Shame, so this week I thought I’d recondition my brain with some positive pride.

I love my boobs, my legs, my bum, my pussy. I don’t like calling my genitalia my “pussy” though, because let’s face it, I’m not a cat. Nope, I like calling my genitalia my “cunt.” I love the word “cunt.” It feels nice to say in the mouth. It shocks people. It is empowering. But how do I like to look after my cunt?

First off, I don’t wash it with anything but water. Literally, nothing! My cunt produces lots of lovely natural juices and washing that away with soap seems bloody ridiculous to me.

I do love to play with my cunt though, so everyday I squish it and smoosh it and tug it and finger it and do all kinds of lovely things. Even if I’m not trying to make myself orgasm I like to do this, because it feels nice. It is also sensible to do this for health reasons. If something is wrong down there I want to know about it!

What about the hair? I like my cunt to be all bushy and hairy. I love the hairs to grow everywhere, to spread down my thighs and along the crack of my bum. I love to tug my hair and twirl it round my fingers for comfort, sexual pleasure, boredom relief, anything really.

But, at some point the hair gets too long and too bushy and when I masturbate the hair creates friction on my fingers and starts twisting. It becomes harder to play with my clitoris. It gets caught up in my menstrual blood. Generally, it just gets in the way, so then I trim it.

But, sometimes, that isn’t enough. Sometimes I decide I want all but a little of my hair to be removed (I never go bald). This is where hubby comes in. I don’t like sharp objects going near my cunt. I refuse to try waxing (I love wax play, but waxing for “beauty” reasons? *brain explodes*). But I love the cold sensation of hair removal cream, followed by the harsh scrapes from the plastic hair remover. I especially love it because hubby does it for me. Having him stare intently at my cunt is incredibly intimate. It makes me feel very connected to him, but also vulnerable and aroused. I get so wet I literally drip. It always results in truly mind-boggling sex. And that sex is always focused exclusively around pleasuring, no ... worshipping, my cunt. My cunt is a wonderful part of me and deserves to be worshipped. This religion has a very strict selection policy though and it is by invitation only. Perhaps one day you may get to peek behind the curtain. 

To see other people's cunts, go and have a peek at the "Pussy Pride Project"