The joy of summer

I absolutely love summer and in particular the part of summer where the days are at their longest and the nights, their shortest.

I married in June, on 23rd. The closest Saturday to midsummer. I even tolerated night duty when it fell in the summer. It was amazing looking out on the streets of London and into the sky that never properly darkened. For many years, I only holidayed in June. Everything everywhere remains fresh, even those places that by August are sunbaked and dry. Of course, England often offers a different kind of June midsummer. But even in the rain, there is the wonder of beautiful flowers, green fields and always a long day to behold.

These days, summer holds a whole new meaning for me. It is about stripping off the clothes (more now than before perhaps) and so being more available. Also it is about feeling more like having sex, not just in the morning but other times in the day. When I was working, summer offered up the chance of a week or two away and an opportunity for afternoon sex. Even last year that was the case.

Now, we can have sex anytime, but for some reason, summer has brought with it new opportunities. Yesterday morning, we set the alarm for an early flight. I was awake long before necessary and suddenly, as the sun rose around 5am Master and I were having the most amazing sex. Summer this year has also provided an opportunity for a resurgence of our M/s dynamic. A time to be alone without outside interference and to reflect on what we want from our relationship.

We travel a lot, but for some reason, summer has provided us with the opportunity and the means to actually put our thoughts and desires into action.

Of course not everything about summer, and even in the sun is good. Here think sunburn and mosquito bite, also hot nights where you can’t sleep and any idea of sex would be just too steamy.

But give me summer over any other time of the year. You can keep the cold of winter, the flowers of spring and the leaves of autumn. I’d go for the long days, hot nights and fun of summer any day. If I were getting married again, I would still choose the romance of the middle of June. Always and forever.

Summer holidays give us the chance to sit around (semi) naked. Master took advantage of that today!

Retreat

There is usually one month (at least) each year when my blogging mojo runs out of steam. Usually this coincides with a planned holiday. It is not unusual while away to have poor wifi and long days out and about enjoying the sights of the area. Also, unless this was to become a travel blog, there is little to write about.

This year, since I am not working, I thought it would be different. Except that the first few months of the year were pretty frantic for blog posts. Ideas came in thick and fast and then there were the memes. February photofest, A-Z in April and then Every Damn Day in June. This year, the approach of my holiday coincided with my only working period so far this year. Yes, in June and July I had paid work. Indeed I spent about 5 days while in France writing a report and being paid. I only intended to take a short break from blogging, but in the end only posted 4 times in July.

But I think that in the long run this break will have done me good. It’s impossible to keep going as I was without either repeating myself or just blogging for its own sake. I know many people manage to keep the momentum going, but I really can’t. My level of creativity requires time spent resting and yes, a retreat.

My retreat

I am lucky to have a place where I can recharge my batteries. A place where life can exist at a slower pace. My retreat, in the South of France is a small apartment in a holiday resort, busy in the height of summer, dead in winter. A place where we have spent the past 3 Easters, the odd weekend in March, September and October, but few summer nights. This year I was determined to spend an extended time there.

I love to sit on the balcony on a July morning and feel the coolish air. The sun doesn’t fill it with heat and light until lunch time. This made it an ideal office space. We also enjoyed the 14th July fireworks from that same vantage point on the day we arrived. I can read there in the afternoon while sun bathing, eat dinner looking over the swimming pool and finally enjoy a late night drink before bed.

Of course we also go out, stroll around the port or lake. Walk down to the beach and stroll along the promenade. Explore the shops and the village market. Life there is different from at home in England.

After two weeks we left for our week on the boat so my niece and her family could enjoy our little retreat. I’m pleased that they had a wonderful time, making fabulous memories. My great nephew enjoyed his first ever holiday there and his mum re-lived holidays from her own childhood.

I know I am lucky to have a place like this to visit and enjoy. But I am grateful that at last I am able to spend time there. In my special place, my retreat. We return for one final week on Wednesday before starting the return journey back home and reality.

Wicked Wednesday... a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked

Bend over

I had forgotten that this weekend is prompt week. So, since I haven’t prepared anything theme related I have looked back through some recent holiday snaps. Though I’m not particularly low down in this photo, I am leaning down. So I’ve called it ‘bend over’.

At one of the chateaux we visited, we found ourselves exploring the ancient building alone. This gave an opportunity to whip some clothes off and for Master to take some photos. this is one and there are some better ones to come.

Sinful Sunday

It’s been a while

We arrived back in the UK last night for a few days to celebrate my mum’s 80th birthday. For the past week, we have been in a wifi free zone. Hence no blog posts, not even Sinful Sunday, which I rarely miss. I was also short on mobile data, and ended up topping that up. But other than updating on facebook (I love keeping my friends up to date with my travels) we have been out of contact. Master more than me, since he dropped his phone in a canal a few days ago.

So, this week has been spent on a small(fish) cabin cruiser. We travelled through a small part of the midi canal, across a large etang (lake) and then into the canal du rhone à sête. It was absolutely amazing, and I am now hooked on this kind of holiday. We were up and moving early each day, stopped for lunch along the canal and then moored up in a port or sometimes in more remote areas. On the boat, we ate simple, easy to prepare food and drank lovely wine. But we also found some great restaurants and enjoyed some amazing French cuisine.

We also rekindled our M/s a little. Master instilled a ‘no panty’ rule for the duration, which I happily followed. Admittedly I did wear shorts quite a bit of the time. But tended to change into a dress if we went off the boat for the evening. We also had some very good sex. After months of feeling a bit below par when it comes to libido, things seem to be looking up. I think it is the healthy, active lifestyle that agrees with me. It’s only one of the reasons I think I’d like to do more boating.

After a week on our own it is time to mix with family and friends as we get together over the next few days. I’m looking forward to seeing everyone. My son will be there tomorrow and it is always a real treat to see him. Master is looking forward to picking up a new phone. I won’t go into the difficulties of doing so when you no longer have a handset for the company to text.

Then next week we return to France for a few days rest and recuperation before staring for home. We will be travelling up through northern Spain and then taking the Ferry from there. This is proving to be an amazing summer, one which I will remember always.

Our last night was spent beside the midi canal. We found a beautiful location.
One of the more touristy places – Marseillan
Fabulous wildlife along the route – white horse and egret!

Lazy days and hot nights

The first week of our holiday was very busy. We travelled through France, avoiding Paris by keeping to the west. Each day we explored landmarks on route and then at each destination. We followed the trail of Richard 1, his heart is apparently buried in Rouen, his body at Fontevraud-l’Abbaye and his entrails at Chalus. We visited them all as well as a castle he had built in Les Andelys, just south of Rouen. Each night we stayed in a different hotel, some of them quite quaint. On our last night of travels we had a round bed and some hot sex. Sadly, I forgot to get a photo of that bed.

This week has been different. We both picked up a cold en route and so have been snuffling all week long. But at least we haven’t needed to do much or go anywhere. It has been a welcome break. I’m in the final part of my project and so have been working most mornings on the balcony. Then once the sun moves round and makes it too hot we get lunch, or go shopping then have lunch. In the afternoons there is sun bathing or swimming or just snoozing. The days have been pretty hot and so have the nights. Not masses of sex but plenty of time to spend together just being lazy.

This photo was taken at one of the hotels last week. Pretty hot, I’m sure you’d agree.

Sinful Sunday

Gone travelling

Today we finally leave for our long holiday. We will be spending about 6 weeks travelling through and staying in France. There will be a short trip back to the UK for my mum’s 80th birthday and then a final couple of weeks during which we will drive up through Spain to take the ferry home.

I have never been away from home for such a long time before. The necessary preparations are part of the reason that I haven’t written anything for over a week. Our dynamic and sex life has taken something of a back seat. But also I have been working and that has meant I’ve had to utilise my brain (and computer) for other things. Gone are the days when I could work all day and then blog in the evening, I’ve just. been too tired.

There is still the work report to write up and I will be taking some time out next week to do that. But at least I will have pleasant surroundings to observe as I do. I’m planning to write about our travels. Also I plan to catch up with blog posts.

Diet and fitness

For once I don’t intend to drop the diet plan while away. After all 6 weeks is a long time and I am on a mission. I have now lost 5lb and and going to aim for another 7 off over the coming weeks. We will certainly be exercising plenty, so it is really what I put in my mouth that is the issue. I’m going to try to restrict the amount of bread, croissants, cheese and wine that I consume. But we’ll have to see how good my will power is.

I’m excited to be visiting lots of new cities along our journey. We also have a week’s holiday on the canal du midi. During that week we won’t have wifi and maybe that is a good thing.

No doubt there will be photo opportunities – sexy, kinky and of the scenery. I’ll be posting some here and also keeping in touch on Twitter.

So Bon Voyage to us and I’ll update soon.

Sexual style

I’ve never really considered if I have a sexual style, never mind what it is. But I guess that just as I have altered my hair style over the years, there have been changes when it comes to my sexual style. In the past, I was some what repressed and while I had fantasies, they weren’t something I discussed. Even with my husband, though he would have liked it if I had.

When it comes to sex, I like to be led

Before I knew I was submissive I wanted my man to take the lead. I wanted to be told what to do. Trouble was, I wasn’t very good at expressing my needs. Instead, I needed someone who knew what they wanted. I certainly have that now. Master does like me to tell him what I want, but if I can’t or won’t he is perfectly able to take control (as you would expect).

I like to exhibit my sexuality to others

I love to show off, it is who I am. An extrovert by personality, while I don’t always appear so to strangers, once comfortable in their presence, I like to perform. Master uses this to his advantage and gets me to show myself in public for his pleasure. Many of my photos involve me undoing my top or showing off my bum or cunt to him. Often there is no one to see, but sometimes there is, though they tend not to notice. I love to stand in front of the window naked, but again people don’t often look up. I also love to be naked under my clothes, for easy access and exhibitionism.

The clothes I wear demonstrate my sexual style

My preference is tops and dresses that show some cleavage. This is a little more difficult since my mastectomy, but I have discovered that showing some lacy bra is fine too. I prefer to wear my skirt shorter, I’m not all that keen on midi length. My legs are still reasonable, though a bit fatter at the top than they were, or I’d like. But, I’m not averse to wearing shorts in summer or a shortish skirt. This winter I tend to have hidden myself under leggings and jumpers, and am looking forward to spring and fewer clothes. Heels are not my thing. I am tall (taller than Master) and I really do like comfort over style. But if I own lots of shoes and boots (something I only realised when I packed my stuff to move last summer).

My writing helps me express myself

This blog and twitter have allowed me to express myself in a way I didn’t expect. I enjoy writing about my experiences and constructing fiction. My journey into this M/s relationship and kink has been liberating. While I still struggle to articulate my thoughts about it into spoken work, I can express myself through my blog. The sexual being I am comes though loud and clear. And that can’t be a bad thing.

Throwback Thursday – The exhibitionist
February Photofest

Stripping off

This weeks Food 4 Thought Friday is about taking your clothes off and revealing all. While I have never stripped my clothes off during a game of cards or pole danced in public I am not averse to getting naked.

Private show

I am no stranger to getting my clothes off for Master when the time is right. Whether that is on a winters evening following dinner and a bottle of wine or a summer afternoon on holiday. Alcohol is a useful aid to losing all inhibitions, though it isn’t always required. Just a bit of encouragement, perhaps an order or request and sometimes just a whim of my own. He prefers me naked to wearing clothes, including lingerie and I have certainly been known to strip for him and dance around naked. Last summer I even did so in the garden of my former home. Just days before the move, I cared little about the neighbours by that moment.

Public exposure

I’ve written before about my experiences at CMnf events. The first time I was petrified, but within moments realised I was among like minded people. I find the stress of knowing what to wear at a kink event worse than the freedom of being naked. However, I would be careful about where I chose to do it. There is no risk of me randomly stripping off in a public place unless I know it to be appropriate. Even if I had drunk a bottle of wine!

I am pretty sure I will be taking my clothes off in public again, but don’t know when that will be at the moment. There is another CMnf coming up in March, but we have a clash of events, so won’t be going. This puts off the decision about how I manage things now I only have one boob. My worry is about upsetting and offending others, rather than myself. But this change in body image is important. Even getting into the hot tub naked at a club will mean people seeing my body. People may stare and ask questions, which of course is fine.

I would love one day to go to a naturist resort. My apartment in France is not far from Cap D’adge and I would love to visit. I can think of nothing better than being free to wander around naked (though my pale skin may object). Maybe that is a thought for after my breast reconstruction! Meanwhile I’ll stick to being naked in private or exclusive company.

Sunbathing

Over the past couple of weeks I have been lucky enough to spend time in two hot and sunny places – France and then Cyprus. The latter was with my mum, so there were no opportunities for a sexy photos. However while in France, Master took this one. 

Me photographed relaxing on a lounger, legs wide open.
Sinful Sunday

Lazy days and warm evenings

I had planned to write something yesterday to accompany my Sinful Sunday post. But having arrived home late on Saturday and then needing to leave for CMnf soon after midday, there wasn’t time. 

The trip to France was arranged to make some running repairs on the apartment. Owning property abroad seems glamorous, when in reality it can be expensive and stressful. This year the lady who was meeting guests and cleaning suddenly sent notice and so I was forced to cancel all my airbnb bookings. This has meant that the place has been empty for most of the summer. Now I’m no longer working, I need to consider whether to rent in the future or keep it for family, friends and us.

Summer in the south of France this year has been glorious and still is. By Monday lunchtime we had pretty much done what we wanted to do and over lunch hatched a plan to stay longer. A friend was arriving Sunday, so we just needed to lead before then (he already had the key). 

Once the new flights had been booked and the car hire extended we settled into a relaxed routine and did very little.

Lazy days

Morning sex is our thing. Master tends to be horny when he wakes and I can be easily persuaded. So after sleeping late and just luxuriating in not needing to get up, we had sex most mornings. On the surface this might seem quite vanilla in nature, often missionary. But there are always elements of Dominance and submission as well as restraint, nipple pinching, forced orgasms  and the like. We didn’t have toys with us and so used our hands and mouths to please and excite.

When finally we emerged from bed and showered we then spent time sitting out on the balcony over coffee and then lunch. Strolling out to the shop if necessary and then returning to our nest for the afternoon. I would stretch out on my sun bed and maybe take a swim. This all may seem a little dull, but it really wasn’t. It was the end product of 3 months and more of stress, packing, unpacking and general craziness. It was what we both needed.

Warm evenings

Most evenings we ate out. Strolling around the harbour area, or into the local village for dinner. It was lovely to be able to eat al fresco and to watch others either dining too or wandering around the area. It was good to be uninterrupted by normal everyday life but to interact when we needed and wanted to. 

The only real downside to the warm evenings was that we were feasted on by the local mosquitos (me more than him). We should have been better at spraying ourselves with repellant I know. But the bites will heal and fade, the memories of our lazy days and warm evenings will remain.