A pleasant side effect of the need to rent properties this holiday has been the photo opportunities they have presented. Our current one is an old village house with a room on each floor. The walls are thick and there are only windows to the front. So, it is cool, even on the hottest of days. I suspect you could keep it warm easily in winter too. On the first floor is a lovely living room, simply furnished. It has a desk where I have been able to blog, and also worked on morning last week. The best feature though is the large window giving us a view of the street and the blue sky above the tall buildings.
It’s a quiet place, though people bustle along during the day on their way to market, the shops or perhaps to the lake which is in the opposite direction. It’s narrow so a passing car is a rare event.
This photo was taken a few nights ago, and although I’m pretty sure no one was around to see (other than the photographer), this would have made some street view.
We leave this lovely place today as damage to the apartment has been fixed and it’s habitable again. But I’ll always remember the beautiful house with the steep stairs and lovely balcony. Plus, rest assured there are more photos to share yet.
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Over the past few years I have come to expect not just one holiday a year, but several. Added to which there have been lots of weekends away. Right now, we should be on holiday in France. But of course, because of closed borders and lack of access to anywhere outside of the house we are here at home. It felt right to devote today’s post to the holidays we have, places we have been and would like to visit in the future.
Where we’ve been
Our first trip away together was to France. When we got together I had just bought my apartment and had done so with some of the proceeds of my redundancy the year before. Since then we have travelled there numerous times often for short periods. Though last summer we spent 7 weeks in France and 2-3 weeks of it at the Apartment. It is the first place I will go when we are allowed to travel abroad again. I want to spend my money in that little seaside town as much as I do here at home.
A brief trip to Portugal was swiftly followed by weekends in Holland. We have travelled there many times since, mainly to Amsterdam. But last year we also travelled to Utrecht and Rotterdam (amongst others).
The next place was Spain. We travelled around Andalucia over Easter time and embraced some amazing cultural experiences. Only some of which were the food and drink! We have returned to the Seville area a couple of times since, once for Christmas and another for a festival called Feria.
We have also holidayed in Sicily, Northern France (Alsace), Belgium and Slovenia.
Then at the beginning of last year we travelled the furthest we have together when we holidayed in Cape Verde.
What we do
Holidays used be mainly about the beach and pool. I found it great to unwind and read tons of books. But I tended to get bored around day 3 or 4 and tired of the hotel food by day 5. Because those family holidays with my ex and son, were during school holidays it tended to be pretty hot. Something my body and skin doesn’t like.
Our holidays together are somewhat different. Often they are too packed with activity so we have had to learn to slow down a bit. Now I have to beg for a day by the pool! However I really love the things we do. Visiting churches and other historical buildings. Climbing hills to see views. Tracing the journey of soldiers and kings from various wars. Some ancient and others from World Wars 1 and 2. History is something I’ve always had a passion for.
I love to read up about the places we are travelling to, but it is G who generally choses where we go. He plans each day with keen precision that include stops for more churches and monasteries along the way. This can get a little dull though especially if you are made to take a guided tour in Spanish. Still it’s all part of the fun and it gives you stuff to laugh about later.
We love to embrace the local food and drink. Sometimes a little too keenly. At the coast I can eat fish, something that is difficult at home when you live with someone who doesn’t eat it. We read up on local delicacies and often give them a try and do so in smaller places where other tourists may not be.
Where we still want to go
There are so many places that we want to go and where I or he haven’t been. We haven’t really been outside of Europe together. Though there are plenty of places there still to see. I’d especially like to go to South America, G often talks of his trips to Brazil and Argentina. But also to the United States, I have only been to the west coast area and Vegas. But would like to see so much more. Then there is Australia and New Zealand…….
So many places to go and to see. Things to do and people to see. Being restricted not only to our own country but our own town makes us realise how lucky we have been. But also to think of the places out there we may like to travel to. Our house is filled with books, including lots of travel books. Opportunity to find new and different options.
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!
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.
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.
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.
It isn’t just me that messes around while naked. In fact it is him, rather than me who is more at ease with wandering around in the nude. Master can be quite the exhibitionist. These photos are of him frolicking in France
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……
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.