I wait for you by the window, body lush and ready, flesh bathed in moonlight. I wait for you, aching, longing, naked and open to you. I wait for you my darling, tending the life we have built together, feeding the fire that is our love. I will wait by the window for your return, for my body and soul are yours.
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Some of my favorite sex toys were never meant to be used in erotic ways. A journey through the hardware store always sparks my imagination: fiberglass reflectors for canes, giant zip-ties for bondage, lengths of chain to fill a vagina. Even a stop at the gas station can turn up a fly swatter for spanking or some cotton clothes line. I keep my eyes open for interesting possibilities – anything that might offer sensual delights.
I use these antique silver sugar cube tongs for just the right amount of pinch on nipples. We found them at a flea market in Geneva a few years ago. I love how beautiful the tongs are as well as functional!
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Dying my hair blue had an unexpected side effect – blue breasts! Of course I had to play.
This week is the 100th Sinful Sunday!
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Sometimes you are getting all dressed up to go out and you get distracted by the redecorating project you have going on in the bathroom and your partner snaps a picture…
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We have a problem with beavers. (Yes, it’s a never ending source of jokes!) The beavers have caused some flooding on our property, so we had to buy a pair of hip waders to muck around in.
Now, I’ve occasionally been told that I could make anything look sexy, but hip waders are a challenge. That thick, olive drab neoprene just doesn’t lend itself to sexy. Fortunately, I like a challenge, so Blyss and I went out into the backyard so I could rock the hip waders in 26 degree weather, in the half frozen creek.
Do you think I got it?
Photos by Blyss Enns 2013
I like to cook. Food is a fascinating artistic medium as well as a sensuous pleasure. I enjoy experimenting with taste, texture, and color. Baking is science and I want to experiment with all of the possibilities. Our family has a variety of dietary limitations so I am constantly challenged to find interesting solutions to traditional recipes. Thankfully, since I spend a lot of time in the kitchen, cooking with a partner gets me hot. All of the smelling and tasting and kissing goes right to my cunt. On more than one occasion we have ended up naked on the kitchen floor, rolling around covered in olive oil.
Yesterday I wanted to get a head start on my holiday preparations while the children were still at school by baking pumpkin pies. I also asked Blyss to help me with some sexy photos. Why not combine the two since the kitchen is loaded with erotic potential? This fun and hotness ensued…
The immersion blender is so phallic and full of vibration. It’s giving me ideas!
Just a taste. I like to lick.
This coconut milk is so creamy. I just want…
The creamy milk covers my tongue and drips down my chest, warm and sweet.
It feels so sensuous to have the coconut milk run down my chin and between my breasts. I want more.
Coconut milk covers my breast and nipple, lusciously dripping on my belly.
I need to try out the sensation on my back. My cunt starts opening with the erotic flow of sweet liquid pouring over my ass. I haven’t had this much fun in a while.
A silken sheen covers my body as I slide in the pooled milk. I long to be fucked.
I’m beyond turned on, in that place where I need release so bad. What can I do?
I’m embarrassed to be this intimate with a kitchen tool, but this wire whisk has a handle just perfect for fucking.
I clutch the whisk, driving it deeper toward my g-spot. I can’t believe how good it feels.
I am finally sated, covered head to toe in coconut milk and blissfully happy. And I have just enough time to mop the floor and take a shower before the children get home!
(Photos by Blyss Enns)
You know how when you love someone, you gush about every little detail of their body? You notice the way that body hair grows just so, or the way a scar looks like a rabbit, or how a certain curve makes you feel like grabbing hold of them and fucking their brains out. This photo of my girlfriend, Blyss, is like that for me. The more I study it, the more I feel full of love and lust. The apple is just another temptation…
I like being naked outdoors and many of my erotic photos reflect the joy that I feel in the wild. I feel so free among the trees and in the rivers. I am open and vulnerable in my skin, yet strong, firmly rooted in nature. It turns me on so much!
This image is a particular favorite of mine – reveling in the last of the Fall sunlight, stretching my body, and finding a new perspective…
Aftercare doesn’t always get the attention it deserves. This week’s Sinful Sunday image is of me after a fairly intense power exchange/bondage/spanking/CBT/anal play scene, followed by fucking. When we were done basking in the glow, I went outside to get some fresh air and eat an apple. Harold snapped this candid shot of me getting the aftercare I needed. I like it because It’s just me. I’m not trying to look glamorous or be anything else. Strangely enough, it turns out that being me looks pretty sexy!
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February 2011, 215 pounds
When I was a teenager a friend of my mom’s got divorced. She promptly lost a bunch of weight and slimmed down to what she called, “hunting weight,” meaning she was ready to go pick up guys. I’ve recently come to understand how losing a great deal of weight can make one feel predatory.
I first started blogging weighing more than I ever have in my life. And then I continued to gain weight. I still felt sexy and attractive, but it was getting harder to get photos out of a photo shoot that I felt comfortable publishing. I reached a point where finding clothes that fit was becoming challenging. I didn’t mind being curvy, but I wanted sexy lingerie. I complained to a friend and she suggested that I just lose weight.
Now, I’m a bit competitive so I thought, why not. If she can lose 50 pounds, so can I. And I have. It’s been a very slow process. It’s taken me over a year, but I have met my weight loss goal of 50 pounds. I didn’t follow any crazy diets, just ate healthily and with moderation. I haven’t deprived myself. I still have wine and chocolate when I feel like it. I haven’t added any exercise, just walking whenever I can.
It’s been a strange journey. I believe that much of my weight had to do with emotional issues. Every time I have burned through an emotional roadblock, I have dropped a few more pounds. Being able to lose the weight like I want has made me feel more in control of my body. Before my friend suggested losing weight, it did not occur to me that I could have any control over what I weighed.
If I’m honest about my body image, I would say that there were some things I liked better about myself when I was heavier. I loved the fullness of my breasts. Now they are flatter. The fullness of my flesh meant that stretch marks and scars showed less. Now there are places where my skin hangs funny because my body hasn’t caught up yet. I dislike how much my belly still sticks out. When I was heavier it kind of blended in. No, actually, I didn’t like my belly before either. After carrying five children, my stomach is never going to be perfectly flat.
Overall, though, I feel fantastic. I like how sleek I feel in dresses and jeans 8 sizes smaller. I like that my breasts are small enough that I can buy bras at the mall. I am so happy that my face is no longer round. I am more at home in this lighter body, more energetic, healthier. I liked myself before, but I am reveling in myself now.
Even while I am celebrating my success, I am noting that things have not really changed on the inside. My experience of myself is the same, with one tiny exception – the boy part of me is happier being lighter. He doesn’t like excessive fleshiness. It doesn’t come up often, but when it does, he feels more at home in my skin. Other than that, my skin likes to be touched at any weight.
April 2012, 165 pounds
I look back and think that I was brave to put up nude photos of myself at my peak weight – except that I have always been proud of myself and my sexuality. Fat is sexy. People are sexy, in all of their myriad ways. So ultimately, my body image didn’t change because I lost weight. My self respect improved because I was able to affect change in my body. I’m proud because I set a goal for myself and achieved it. I’ve hit hunting weight.
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