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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
We are back from our break in France. While there we enjoyed long sexy mornings in bed and relaxed on our apartment balcony. We took advantage of the warm evenings and ate dinner dinner al fresco often in view of the sea, then we strolled to our favourite bar. There were also afternoon delights……
Friday 31st August was the last day in my job. I bought cakes and fruit for people in the office, went for lunch with colleagues and then sent my final emails. For the first time in my almost 38 year career I voluntarily walked from my workplace with no job to go to. 5 years ago I was made redundant, but within weeks I was working again. This time will be different, I am as yet undecided as to whether I want or need another job. What is more, I have made a deal with myself not to think about it until the new year.
This week we are in France. The weather is glorious, the days still a little longer than at home. We have nothing to do but be together and to remind ourselves of why we love just being together. On the spur of the moment we have extended our stay, because we can. We don’t need to be home till Sunday and neither of us has work or other responsibilities to pull us back yet.
The events of the last weeks – the move, winding down then leaving work – have sapped me of energy. I have struggled to feel sexy for my man even when he tells me how much he wants and needs me. I have slept alot this holiday and while awake Master has paid lots of attention to me and my body. Gradually I am beginning to feel human again and yes, a little horny. He asked me this morning how that manifests itself, and I had to think. It is a long time since I took the initiative, made it clear what I want. Now though maybe I am ready.
Our lifestyle to date has involved me working 4 days a week and spending those evenings alone at home, then us coming together for the weekend. Some Fridays I visit my mum and stay over. For months there has been work around the house, packing, decluttering. But now we have much more time to be together and make a life together.
What is clear is that certain elements of our M/s relationship which have been a little on the back burner will be able to come to the fore. We have been talking about our feelings, of ways in which his dominance and my submission is important to us. This is an evolving picture and something I will express here on my blog over the coming days, weeks and months. What I know is, for the first time I am putting me, our relationship and importantly Him first from now on.
There is something about the sea that draws me to it. As I stand, on land – perhaps the beach, on a cliff head or perhaps a beautiful promenade and look out towards the sea – I am filled with wonder. I am in awe that when you look towards the horizon the sea carries on even though you can’t see it. That the water can be so many colours from a beautiful clear blue to a dirty brown or black depending on it’s depth, or the weather or location in the world.
When I met S, the fact he lived right by the sea was a definite attraction. Apart from the hot sex, we spend quite a bit of time walking near the sea. I say walk, sometimes it was more of a hike, but we did have some lovely picnics on the shoreline as well as walks across the cliffs.
I have dreamt of wading naked into the sea with a lover. Swimming together, having some fun splashing around then embracing and having sex. But that has never actually happened. For one I was married to a man who barely went in the sea, or at least not further than getting his feet wet. And I haven’t been in the warm sea of the Mediterranean (for example) with a lover.
The cold water around the United Kingdom holds little appeal – we would be clinging together for warmth rather than having sex. For me the sea holds a romantic appeal; walking along the sea front, eating dinner over looking a harbour. I can’t get enough of that and so it is lucky that next weekend we head off to France for a few days. We will be close to the sea, though I doubt there will be an opportunity for naked sex. Just being there will be enough for me. However I do hope that the sea will be calm. It can be less pleasant walking by the sea when it is blowing a gale and that bit of France can be a bit prone to windy weather.