Long time, no blog post! I am still here though and I hope to commence with business as usual very soon. Before I do though I’d like to share a short post with you about where I’ve been and why my poor blog has been neglected.
At the end of April I saw an advert in a local tattoo studio looking for a new body piercer. While I wasn’t at the time a body piercer by trade, I felt that my interest in them in previous years combined with my recent foray into needle play, might just be enough knowledge to get me started with the guidance of someone who knew a little more about it.
I often mention Sinful Sunday on my blog, either when submitting and image or as part of #SoSS posts when I am able to do them. When perusing the submissions for the first weekend of June, which was prompt week, one particular image inspired a line of thinking that ended up being a full blown story. Cousin Pons posted a picture of his feet titled ‘Underneath the Arches‘, and it got me to pondering what a story where a man feet were the catalyst for action. While that isn’t necessarily the story I ended up with, I am actually very fond of the piece of fiction below that did transpire from that initial idea. Thank you Cousin Pons for triggering some inspiration and very much hope you don’t mind me mentioned you image as my starting point for this piece.
Dinner has been served and devoured. As always his culinary skills are only outdone by his commitment to serving me. He works long days, as well as performing his duties for me, and it is appreciated that he never waivers in what is asked of him. He is instructed to sit and relax for a few moments while I prepare myself for our session.
When I return to him he has fallen asleep. Dozing peacefully in his favourite chair, his feet resting on the large footstool in front of him.
I love women. Well I love all genders, but this post is specifically about women. But I promise I’m not leaving the rest of you out. You will get your post another day.
Growing up I really struggled to make friends with or maintain friendships with other girls. There was always an underlying feeling of competition and bitchiness that I found very hard and had no desire to participate in. When I joined the kink scene it was with the same level of hesitancy about forming female friendships.
When it comes to kink, the friendships I have formed have been far more intimate and rewarding than any non-kink friendship I have ever had. I have friends I play with, from chaste kisses to full sex, both may or may not be accompanied by all manner of kinky joys. While to the non-kink world these encounters would move things from friendship into something else, for me this is what friendship sometimes looks like within the kink community.
Apologies for being behind on these #SoSS posts lately. May was a bit of a manic month for me. My first ever holiday with Bakji, to the wonderful New York City, a new job, the loss of my beautiful little cat and half term means I’ve been rallying hard to just keep the changes in routine from setting my anxiety skyrocketing.
It’s June now though and perhaps that is a good time to start a fresh, treasure my May memories and let the tough times go somewhat. I think a great way to start June of right is by sharing some truly sexy blog posts with you.
The wonderful Posy Churchgate wrote a piece for this week’s Masturbation Monday called ‘Under My Thumb.’ At the end of the piece, which I found to be a very thought provoking read, and while I began to comment on her post directly, I feel that my thoughts might be suited to some of my readers here.
Can You Be ‘BDSM Curious’?
“Since joining the kink community which surrounds the Twitter sex bloggers, I have begun to refer to myself as BDSM curious. I don’t know if it’s an actual ‘thing’ …” – Posy Churchgate
It’s true. I have fallen in love. Truly, madly, deeply in love with my new Doxy.
I wouldn’t normally discuss a product for a Masturbation Monday post. I tend to go for a piece of erotica in the hope that some of you will put your hands in your pants while reading it. Sometimes though we are left with no choice but to mix things up.
Hi I’m Floss. I take nude photos and sell them for money and I have no shame or regret over doing so.
I find nudes boring as hell to take, the only thing that makes them worth doing is the money.
Recently though I took one that I actually looked at and I really loved it. Which I don’t normally. Not because I particularly dislike my nude body, but more because I just find my own nudity a little dull.
The image below though seems far from dull and I decided that means it must be perfect to share with you guys for Sinful Sunday …
Every week there are so many amazing images in the Sinful Sunday link up, please do click on the link below the lips to check them out. Consider getting involved too, it is a such a wonderful community and I think we all find something we never expected to when we get involved, who knows what awesome thing that might be for you.