Blue

I’m feeling a little bit down. We had an amazing weekend in Amsterdam, catching up with our friend. But, because of the snow here and in the UK we are stranded for a third night. After booking out of our lovely hotel this morning we spent some time in the Rijksmuseum 

While we got out fill of culture, outside there was something of a whiteout. Checking the airport website we were reassured that while many flights were cancelled, ours was going ahead. The first sign of trouble came as we went to the gate for boarding. The flight was delayed for an hour. We had been lounging; eating and drinking since arriving at the airport. So suddenly there was a shopping opportunity. Finally another hour later we boarded. The captain told us that we would be delayed another hour as the plane had to be defrosted!. 90 minutes later the flight was cancelled.

The up side is we have a bed for the night in a basic but comfortable hotel. The downside is that we don’t have a flight date or time. I should be at work tomorrow, but obviously won’t be there. While I feel a little blue I have some lovely memories of the weekend to look back on.

Blue

So to Sinful Sunday. We picked up a bath bomb in Lush yesterday. So after a long day of walking, dinner with our friend in Master’s favourite restaurant and time in a jazz club. We got back to the hotel and enjoyed this:

 

Sinful Sunday

Red Dress

Today we went to a club for a ‘fem sub’ social. The theme was more pantomime than Santa, but it was a bit of a last minute thing. I have always fancied wearing a dress like this, and now I have. The look was completed with hold-up stockings, heels and a just hovering over the bare bottom effect. We had a great time and I was more than happy with the dress.

Sinful Sunday

Pride in my pussy

I have not really been one to look at or admire the vulval area of women. I love to look at beautiful women naked, the curve of the hip, the roundness of the breast and perhaps a little tummy bulge. It isn’t that I dislike seeing a woman’s pussy. It’s just I have never found them to be the most attractive area of the body.

Hairy or shaved, or indeed somewhere in between like me doesn’t matter. Pink or red vulval areas are fine. I just don’t really want them in my face.  So when browsing tumblr or such a place I speed on through when faced with too much pussy. Especially if it is pinned open so you can almost see into her uterus. Photos where a woman has piercings does intrigue me, partly because of my own clitoral piercing. But also because I am curious about outer labial piercings too.

Master is making me reevaluate my thoughts though, because he likes to look at my pussy and to photograph it. He sits and holds my labia open and tells me how my clitoris looks as I become more aroused. He leans in close and inspects it and of course licks and nibbles. I am not bare, because it is what he wants and he likes to trim and shave me to his liking.

Time then for a Sinful Sunday pussy photo

I am posting this to Molly’s Pussy Pride Project too, time to take pride in my pussy and those of other women.

Pussy Pride
Sinful Sunday

 

 

Spent

We spent 6 nights staying in this lovely tower room. Formerly an art studio it still contains the remnants of that time. An easel, finished and part finished artwork. The natural light here is good, there are 3 or 4 large windows as well as a sky light if needed. The windows overlook the river below us and the historical city in the distance. Travel and art books adorn the shelves. The bed is high, comfortable and covered with a beautiful red covering, the sheets as previously seen are turquoise. I love the colour and the feel of that red covering. 

The end of a long, but fun day. We had enjoyed a leisurely meal, attended a concert and then shared wine, and cheese at the table in the room. As I prepared for bed, Master decided he wanted more orgasms from me. Taken just after midnight, the image shows me lying on the lovely bed, relaxed and ready for sleep. Spent.

Sinful Sunday

These feet are made for touching

There was a time when I couldn’t stand anyone else touching my feet. I was very ticklish and the person who might have touched my feet only wanted to tickle them. I hadn’t ever thought of feet as an erogenous zone and never imagined that having my feet touched could be sexy.

But Master loves to touch my feet, intact he loves to touch all of me and does. He loves to stroke, caress and to massage. Often in the evening while watching TV I sit with my feet on him and he caresses and touches my feet. He does this not to tickle or play but because he wants to touch me. I find I really really love it and find it quite a turn on.

Sinful Sunday