Reflections

For so much of the time I find that I barely notice my own reflection in the mirror. My hair as I brush it. The final check of my work outfit. checking my teeth as I brush them.

Sometimes though the mirror serves as a lens. A way of capturing an image. A reflection of me as others see me.  At the same time it is a way of really seeing and judging myself.

Many of my sinful Sunday shots involve mirrors. A way of catching my reflection. This is no exception.

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Exposed in Spain

This weeks Sinful Sunday prompt is Outside Photography. This weekend we have been busy outdoors. I have been gardening including weeding, digging and planting my summer pots. Master, in turn has been sanding and filling. Plus he has fixed my toilet and planed down a door that was sticking. Last night we were like a couple of elderly folk with our stiff limbs, aches and pains. Still we got back up and out to our chores again today. What we haven’t been able to do though is to get around to anything naughty and fun outdoors. The neighbours were close and anyway the focus was our tasks.

So for this week’s Sinful Sunday I have trawled back through the archive and come up with this. Taken just over 2 years ago in Triana Spain, on the roof of the apartment in which we were staying. I have lost weight since then and my hair is shorter. But I am still proud of the photo and being exposed in Spain.

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Bath time

The new bathroom is complete and so this weekend we have christened the whirlpool bath. Time to relax and unwind with a bottle of bubbles in the bubbles. Bath time indeed.

Don’t you just love the colour of the tiles and the very pretty mirror which has bluetooth speakers.

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Blogging A-Z Challenge: V&W

It was all going so well. Catching up on the 30 day challenge wasn’t a problem when I was just a day behind. Then leading up to T and U I got myself ahead. I had every intention of continuing in this vein, but work and my social life took over so. Now as the challenge ends today 30th April I find myself requiring V, W, X, Y and Z to complete the thing. As with all of these things planning is the key and if there is one thing I am bad at, it is planning. Actually, no that’s not quite true. I plan well, but if planning includes much more than writing a list, then I am often scuppered. And with this thing, I didn’t even do that.

But I am no quitter (except for the 365 question challenge and 2016 February Photofest so perhaps I am) so here, briefly are V to Z.

V is for vaginismus

Just recently vaginal sex has become painful, and at times I mean really painful. It’s like that bit of my body just doesn’t want anything inside it. There have been times too when I am dry, this can easily be put down to the menopause, and with sufficient foreplay resolved. We can use lubricants for that, but haven’t needed to. Master is, well the master of foreplay and knows how to get my juices going. It might sometimes take longer but it happens. He can explore my body with his fingers, use his mouth and tongue. But as soon as his cock tries to push its way in my muscles seem to clamp shut.

I am not entirely what to do about this problem, but don’t think there is a physical problem with my body. I had a smear less than a year ago and all was good. There is no pain the rest of the time and no bleeding. Therefore it must be psychological. I am sure together we will explore ways of getting over this problem, but for now it is a real pain. Well in the vagina.

I am self diagnosing Vaginismus, but am not entirely sure.

W is for weekends

More and more I find week days an interruption of the pleasure of my weekends. My working week is 4 days, but in truth 3 would be better now. We try to balance travel and social activities with some down time. We find that if we are too busy then we get too tired for sex and play. But then if we don’t have much planned we tend to vegetate and then get little achieved.

One of the best things about weekends is that there is often the chance to get away somewhere. Frequently this necessitates a hotel stay (we have a low threshold for not returning home). Most recently we travelled to the south coast on Friday to see Master’s daughter in a university show. 

I love hotel bathrooms and the lovely bathrobe they sometimes loan you (if loan is the right word). Yesterday morning when Master was showering I lazed on the bed and took these. 

 

These photos are perhaps the clearest indication of the way my life has changed over the past 3 years. They show how I can relax in a way I previously never could. They show a luxury I couldn’t previously enjoy and a happiness I wasn’t always privy to.

Now I just need to sort out one, hopefully little problem.

XY&Z to follow in the next post.

 

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