Travel

One of the greatest pleasures in my life now, is that I am able to travel to new places. But also that I get to do it with a man who so enjoys exploring new places and showing me places he has visited before. We are fortunate to be able to go away from home frequently, for short breaks and longer. I mention my travels frequently on my blog, and use opportunities that arise for photography.

Below is a few of our favourite places.

France

In 2013 I was made redundant and took the decision to buy a small apartment in the south west of France. This little bolthole of mine is somewhere I have travelled to alone, with my son, my mum and with Master. I own it with my ex (for reasons that were clear at the time, but are less so now) but have never visited with him. It is close to the City where Master spent a year as a student and in an area I have visited for almost 20 years.

Our first visit together was within a couple of months of meeting and our most recent was last week. We will always return there when we want some time to ourselves away from our normal life.

Lisbon

The first place Master took me to was Lisbon. In June 2014 would have been my 30th wedding anniversary. Even though we were living apart, being anywhere near my ex on the day would have felt wrong. I was feeling vulnerable, wondering if I had done the right thing and getting away was just what I needed. Lisbon was wonderful, even though our luggage got lost and I had hardly any clothes to wear. We were able to see most of the sites and generally explore the city together. At the time I expected this holiday to be a one off. Instead it turned into something much more.

We returned to Lisbon on our way to Cape Verde in February. I’d like to see much more of Portugal though.

Amsterdam

Master lived in Amsterdam for 5 years and he is a great tour guide for all of the places the books don’t really cover. But be prepared to walk miles and to find yourself in some weird and wonderful places. We visited in August 2014 and again in the November. When he booked a most amazing hotel room with jacuzzi bath and sauna in the room. It was a special treat following the death of my dad. Since then we have visited several more times and will return in May. This time though, we will also be exploring more of Holland and The Netherlands. We plan on that trip to meet up with Marie and Master T.

Spain

Master has visited Spain many times, it is one of his favorite countries to holiday in. He first took me to Andalucia for Easter in 2015. Since then we have visited Northern Spain around the Pyrenees, but have also been back to Seville a couple of times. We spent Christmas there in 2015 and returned for the Feria last year. This is another area of the Europe I think we will visit over and again.

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!

February Photofest

Thoughts of summer

How I long for the long days of summer. Days when there is no need for coats and jumpers, socks and boots. Times when it is possible to wear just a dress or shorts and a top and little else. Actually we leave for a winter sun holiday in two weeks, so maybe my thoughts of summer aren’t too far away. Neither are opportunities like this.

Baring my bottom in a trench in Slovenia. It was cloudy, but a hot day.
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.

Time for sex

Anytime feels good for sex, so long as you have and allow time for it. We tend to have sex in the mornings, but it depends on the situation. Previous relationships have been a little different.

When I was married

Hubby and I often had sex during the commercial break of a TV programme. I kid you not. He worked long hours and got up early, so tended to fall asleep at bedtime (if not before). His favourite thing was to have sex during the evening once our son was in bed. However this didn’t really rock my boat, especially since there was very little if any foreplay involved.

Afternoon fun

When I began to stray from the marital bed, my dalliances tended to take place in the afternoon. I had something going with a guy who was actually impotent, but who gave the most amazing orgasms. I used to slip away from work or on a day off and meet him, especially in the summer. Much of it was alfresco and I have orgasmed in some beautiful locations.

With S, lots of our sex was in the daytime. Often I didn’t manage to stay over night with him so we’d spend much of the day in bed. He was a guy who seemed to be able to get it up any time, perhaps I just made him horny. We also had sex outside, including on a picnic table!

Taking the time for sex

Since I got together with Master, most of our sex has taken place in the mornings. This has traditionally been when we have had the most time to just lie there and be. Time to touch and caress and to kiss. Often things start slowly and build. He might have been looking at some porn or lying there soon after waking stroking me. He loves to open my legs gently with caressing strokes and then to go down on me. He says he loves the taste of me and I have to admit I love the way it makes me feel. Since I gave up work we have made much more time for sex, even taking account of my recent illness.

On holiday when the day is hot, we love to retire to bed for a rest. We will probably have had wine at lunch and need to cool down. There is something very arousing about the aroma of a sun warmed body mixed with sexual desire. The desire to get cool is put on hold while we join together for some hot sex in our room.

Occasionally we engage in some late night sex. This is usually pretty drink fuelled, especially on my part. This is probably the only time I initiate it, often by stripping off and kneeling before him. Though there are times when it starts with Master getting me to suck his cock first.

I guess the only rule about any of this is so long as it feels right then it is the right time.

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

Longing

After almost 2 months of living with Master i find myself far away from him, on holiday with my mum. Suffice to say, I am missing him. This post is about the things I am longing for

To begin with I was worried that I had lost something of my identity, that caring role I both love and despise. But very soon we settled into our own new routine of cooking, eating and clearing up together. In my previous life, I decided what to cook prepared it and then cleared away. This life is different already, those decisions are being made and enacted together. This may seem like nothing, but in my experience it paves the way for much much more. Evenings spent together snuggled on the sofa watching TV, or sitting separately reading, discussing current affairs or listening to music, lost in our own world.

I am missing that feeling of closeness and easy silence. But also the sex, the kink and erotic times that are ever present in our lives. Sleeping in a single bed and waking up next your mother just doesn’t feel the same. I long to feel his body pressing against my back as I stir in the early morning stillness. I want to feel his cock grow and harden as it pushes against my lower back. His hand resting on my breast. To know he is awake because he has stroked me or squeezed a nipple.

I long to hear his voice, to ask ‘did girl sleep well?’ To see his eyes gleam when I tell him I need to pee. Knowing he wants to watch, or even have me pass my gold onto his body as he sits in the bath. I miss the way Master seems to be reading a business article online, but them starts to wank himself and when I lean in to see, he has switched to porn. Sometimes when I lay pretending to sleep he is wanking, irritatingly shaking the bed. I like to complain he is stopping me sleeping. He laughs and tells me he is getting ready to service his girl. How I would love to be used by him today.

I want to feel his hands on my body, his fingers exploring my holes, his tongue on my clit. To know his cock is rubbing against my piercing. That little jolt of almost pain as he pushes into my tight cunt. I would love those things right now.

Instead I am here, on a sunbed in Cyprus while my lover is at home. The brownie points I am earning from my mum mean though that when I get home we will hopefully be left in peace. For at least a little while. In a few days, the longing will be over and I will be in his arms. Them I may well fleetingly wish to be back here, in the sun. But perhaps with him!

Afternoon delights

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…… 

Sinful Sunday

The lure of the sea

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.

The Beach View of the Sea