Again

Awkwardly, her speech convoluted, she offers him back his agreements to the kink mentoring, the creative partnership, the path of companionship, the promise to not scare her again with being incommunicado while the depression has him on his knees, even their most precious longstanding agreement of hugs and touch.

His woollen jumper

A thought occurred to her. She raised her own jumper, hooked the band of her bra above her breasts exposing her nipples, then scoured the flesh with his woollen garment. The movement brought his scent with it and she bit her lip, imagining his body covering hers. More sparks; earthier, sluttier, flashed between her nipples and her cunt.
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Getting my kit off

I did feel nervous and excited about sharing images of my body on the internet, but now I’m pretty relaxed about it all. Once I became comfortable with the #Sinful Sunday community, I gradually became more adventurous with my own photography. From the very beginning I could see I was amongst some very accomplished and dedicated photographers, whose work often has a signature aesthetic. In some ways that was and is the biggest challenge of the lot.

Anticipated Capture

I honestly can’t say this is an attempt to capture M’s aesthetics, but rather it’s an interpretation of how they made me feel. So M, I never got to meet you, but I was constantly appreciative of your insights and your style and where ever you are mate, this ones’ for you…

In honour of M – sashaying away

as is often observed the sex blogging community is a smallish but very real community. We care about each others welfare, and the loss of a member is felt and sometimes felt deeply. Not only because we are often set apart from mainstream society but also because we openly share intimacies and insights into our lives, our sexual selves, and quite often our wounds. M did all of those things and graced our lives with some truly wonderful memorable images as well.
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