“kinky” Boobday


I often find it a bit challenging to come up with a photo that fits with the Boobday theme, but for “kinky” I had more ideas than I could use. But then I had less light and patience, so it all balanced out.

This time my partner wanted to play too, which seemed only fair, since I think of kink in a context and not in a vacuum.

I bought this belt (with holes along its entire length) with precisely this notion in mind. But we haven’t actually used it this way ­yet — I find that his bare hand on my throat does the job perfectly well.


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It was a pleasant Sunday when I took this series of photos. And that was the problem.

The best light in my little house is in front of a window that faces the street. So while I clicked off all these shots, there was a veritable parade going past the house: individuals walking; couples walking; people walking dogs, babies, or dogs and babies; joggers; bicyclists. And then there was a guy doing yard work across the street, and a stream of cars driving past, including a police car at one point.

No one showed any sign of having seen me, which is good, but I can’t be sure whether that was because I wasn’t visible or they just never glanced in my direction.

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The whole scenario was slightly ridiculous.

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I have good posture. I’ve gotten compliments on my posture, from a few observant dancers.

A few years ago, I got a compliment about my posture from a stranger on the street in London. That was odd. I was exploring some quiet back streets and happened to check my map in view of one other person: a guy who was young and tall and slim. He was very friendly, with a British accent, and started chatting me up. I was immediately suspicious: I’ve never had anyone talk to me on the street in London unless they were trying to sell me something or extract a donation.

He asked me if I was a dancer and (after failing to come up with any reason to deny it) I acknowledged that I was. After some chitchat, he suggested that I go to a pub nearby and he would take me there. That’s when I made my exit.

After a few steps, I found that I was right behind the bustling Charing Cross tube station, which is in a very touristy area, and I concluded that the friendly stranger was a tout for the aforementioned pub. So he was indeed trying to sell me something, albeit indirectly.

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But he was right about my posture.

Sinful Sunday: post-coital trifle

Sinful Sunday

One thing I like about the UK is the fact that I can easily buy trifle, with fresh fruit and real whipped cream. One of the first ones I bought was consumed as a snack after sex, so the next time we were shopping, I joked about stocking up on post-coital trifle. We bought two. I ate each of them — post-coitally — the next day.

But I find it hard to justify more than one trifle per day, since I’m not burning that many calories beforehand. So I think we’ll keep the fridge stocked, but one post-coital trifle will be the daily maximum regardless of how busy we’ve been.

Moderation in all things, you know.

post-coital trifle

Give us this day our daily trifle.

(Sinful Sunday is a weekly meme featuring sensual and erotic photography. Click the icon at the top of this post to go to the homepage and check out the other links.)


Our preferred method of birth control has always been condoms: first because it worked well for a new relationship; then because I didn’t like the way the pill made me prone to yeast infections; and later because sex was so infrequent that there was no point in using any other method. We found it difficult to get through a box of 12 before they expired — 2 to 3 years later.

One time I got a checkup by a female doctor who mostly saw university-aged patients. She asked if I was sexually active and I said yes. She asked what I used for birth control and I told her condoms. She then gave me a mini-lecture about why that was not a great idea, and I told her that I was satisfied with the protection condoms provided because I had sex infrequently. When she asked why, I told her that I didn’t particularly enjoy it. Well, that was suddenly TMI, as far as she was concerned. I suppose she was expecting a medical reason, like physical discomfort, though that wasn’t the question she asked. I gave her an honest answer, her reaction was weird, and I now wonder what nerve of hers I touched.

Not long after my epiphany, my partner and I revisited the issue of birth control and decided that he would get a vasectomy. That hasn’t happened yet, for logistical reasons, so we’ll continue to use condoms for the next while.

The condoms don’t expire now. I buy boxes of 24 at the grocery store when I’m picking up fruit and milk. I stock up when they’re on sale. It’s simultaneously domestic and debauched.

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I went to a dance class today – the same style that I do at home, and it’s only a 15-minute walk from where I’m staying (which is quite a bit more convenient than at home).

When I put on my fringe at the beginning of class, I immediately thought of the photos I’ve posted here, but I soon forgot about that. Ironically, dance keeps me in the moment (i.e. not thinking about sex), but a church service fails to do so.

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different fringe 4I wore rather more than this during class though.

Sinful Sunday: evensong

Sinful Sunday

I may be an atheist but I do like a nice evensong service.

I was at the late 15th century chapel for the choral music, which was beautiful and gave me goosebumps a number of times (including twice from wrists to knees), but I found my mind wandering — and not just to the architecture.

I recalled sex past and imagined sex future, including something that would be (even more) inappropriate to talk about. I mostly managed to keep my focus, but I still felt a blooming warmth between my thighs more than once.

All the while, these chaps looked on, but I’m pretty sure they didn’t notice anything amiss.


(Sinful Sunday is a weekly meme featuring sensual and erotic photography. Click the icon at the top of this post to go to the homepage and check out the other links.)

e[lust] #70

E[lust] is a monthly digest of sex bloggers, and I’ve got a submission in this month. Links are organized by category – go check them out.


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Welcome to Elust #70

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Exposed! My Mom Knows!

Flash Fiction: “A Taste”

I am a Sex Blogger & I Reject Pseudonymity

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

‘X’ is for X…
Give my guilt an erotic payoff? Tell me more.

~ Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~




Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

The Great Outdoors (Or Why I Trust Him)
I’m Reminded You Can’t Force an Orgasm
Yes I am Sexy
Why Choose Monogamy When You Can Choose Everyone
Would you? Could you?
On Being Haunted

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

A Horse Among Unicorns: Embracing my Straight
Being a Disabled Top in Kink Community
And here I thought kink was all about consent
10 Signs You Don’t Understand Submission
The Answer

Writing About Writing

Sex in Real Life vs Fiction
Terms of Use


Six Nine – A Happy Horny Haiku

Erotic Fiction

One Saturday Evening
Stolen Minutes
Haunting you
Q is for Quenched
A schoolgirl spanking story 10
Sit Here Please
My Prize

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Spanking, Brits, and what if we didn’t?
“V” is for Virgin

Erotic Non-Fiction

My first date with Lexy – Part 2
Goodnight kiss
How To Kiss Me Like You Mean It
running cold and hot
His cum came out my nose.
Going Down. Honey, Coconut Oil and Cum.

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