February Photofest

I know it’s April not February. But February photofest run each year by the wonderful Molly from Molly’s Daily Kiss has been an amazing influence on my blog. My first photos taken by me, of me were for Sinful Sunday and when the next February Phtofest came around I decided to take part. Little did I know how challenging it would be to post a photo every day for 28 days.

They began modestly with this post from February 1st 2015. But by 10th I was proudly getting a tit out and showing my nipple jewellery.

My first photo in 2016 was a selfie of me topless wearing my collar. Master had collared me in the summer of 2015, so it hadn’t been a feature the previous February. The photos that year were more daring, like this one of us having sex from behind. Master (obviously) took the photo.

On 1st February 2017 I was celebrating our 3rd anniversary together with a picture of me kneeling on the bed for Master. By this time I was living on my own in the house for much of the week. so had plenty of time and opportunity for photos. I got out my camera and tripod on a couple of occasions. The photo I now use at the top of this blog was amongst that set. It first appeared on 13th February 2017.

I sat out 2018. I wasn’t blogging very much and didn’t have the time or energy to put the required energy in. This turned out to be a good decision because that was the month I accidentally deleted my blog and had to be rescued by Dom Signs (Molly’s husband).

This year though I participated again and used a mixture of new and old, but mostly not seen before photos. I was recovering from the effects of radiotherapy at the time, as can be seen in this photo. I also showed my mastectomy scar for the first time.

February Photofest takes time and effort to prepare and post but is well worth it. If you haven’t participated before, then maybe now is a good time to start planning. After all it is still 10 months till the 2020 edition.

A photo taken up my skirt. I'm wearing hold up stockings, but not much else.
Up skirt – My favourite February Photofest picture of all time.

Sun bed

I’ve just had a lovely swim in the hotel pool and now, mindful of my still fragile skin, I’m drying off. On my sun bed. That’s it for February Photofest. Round up to come.

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Recovering

Well we’ve arrived in Sao Vicente and after a stroll and drink we are recovering from the journey. Hopefully some balcony shots will follow, I saw our neighbour naked earlier!

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Wrapped up

If you are reading this on the day of publication – 23rd February 2019 we are on our way to Cape Verde via Lisbon. Maybe we will be in our hotel in Lisbon and maybe I’ll be wrapped up. Or maybe I’ll be naked. 
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The touch of our hands

The touch of his hands

I love to feel his hands on my body. When he comes up behind me and takes hold of my waist, my bottom, my breasts in both hands. Or when he strokes my leg while we sit together or even when he takes my hand in his while we watch a film. I love them all.

Best of all though is when he strokes my naked body, the feel of his fingers gently caressing my skin. A gentle, or even hard pinch of the nipple and the way he strokes my clit exclaiming that I am turned on. He feigns surprise and I smile at him in agreement; who would have imagined his touch could excite in this way. I love that he wants to spend time exploring my body, knowing me in a way no man ever has before.

His hands are smooth, he doesn’t do manual work often. This is in contrast to the hands that touched me before. There is nothing wrong with rougher hands, they tell their own story. But I like these, love them in fact. He slides his fingers inside me and then tastes them, he says he loves the scent and taste of me.

I don’t even mind when he touches my feet. I used to be much more ticklish than I am now. Sometimes I sit at one end of the sofa and he at the other, he holds my foot and strokes the instep. I find it arousing.

The touch of my hands

There was a time when he didn’t like to be touched. At the beginning it had been a while for him. But I don’t think that is all it was. While he has always liked to hold hands and to touch me he found me touching him unnerving. He only really liked it if he saw my hands land on him. He loves his nipples squeezed and rubbed when we have sex, that was the start. Now I am able to touch his arms, tummy, legs. Of course his cock was always a different matter he loves that, always did.

I like to touch and stroke him with my fingers, but even now there are times when he prefers I don’t. However he doesn’t complain if I kiss instead. Lips on lips, cock, his neck or nipples. Touch is important and touching him is what I like to do.

I don’t touch myself as much as I once did, particularly in the vulval area. Thus is partly because I have him there to touch me instead. Sometimes he tells me to touch my pussy, instructs me to show him how I make myself come. I enjoy doing this in a way I never imagined I would.

I do stroke my breast and where my other breast once was. This helps to remind me of what I still have but also because I like the feel of it. The softness of my own body, the way it feels different when I touch myself rather than he touches me is always interesting to acknowledge.

Our hands. The way we touch ourselves and each other are an important part of our sexual relationship. Perhaps more important than I previously recognised.

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Enjoy life

We visit lovely places and enjoy ourselves as much as we can. We enjoy staying at good hotels and are particularly partial to a room with a large bath. The photo below is from a hotel we stayed in about 3 years ago. Champagne in the bath is one of our guilty pleasures.

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Taste and decency

Perceptions of taste and decency change over time. Many of us have (or had) Tumblr accounts, certainly before the recent policy change. Their ban on ‘adult content‘ seeks to exclude anything deemed pornographic – in particular photos and videos showing human genitals and female presenting nipples. Although I downloaded my Tumblr content and have uploaded it elsewhere, I still have my tumblr account. Soon after the ban came into force I went through and removed most content deemed unsuitable. I appealed one photo which just showed my neck and shoulders, no nipples.

Since then my posts have continued to automatically upload, with some surprising results. This was deemed unsuitable, while this wasn’t. They use AI algorithms which are meant to highlight what doesn’t meet the new regulations and leave the rest. Art is meant to be ok as is breast feeding and mastectomy scars. I presume I’d need to keep my other breast hidden if I wanted to post a photo of the latter though.

Art galleries are full of pictures of people’s naked and semi naked bodies and what is acceptable and desirable changes. Sometimes due to fashion and other times due to rules on decency. The photo below is of a painting called Phyllis and Demophoön, by Edward Burne Jones. In 1870, it was deemed distasteful, both for the full frontal male nudity and androgynous nature of the figures. This seems strange now, because it is art and anyway his genitals are rather difficult to see. I wonder though if it is ok for Tumblr.

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