Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon, dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light, what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars? What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
“Be the setting that holds another person up to the light like a precious jewel, letting every facet of who they are sparkle and shine, revealing all the colours within their heart.”
“Plug and pegs today, Princess. You’ve earned them.”
Sinful Sunday was the first place I felt safe enough to get naked on the internet. Sinful Sunday has pushed me, Sinful Sunday has held me. Sinful Sunday has helped me grow and learn and celebrate my body. Thankful doesn’t begin to describe my feelings.
“Some days I am more wolf than woman, and I am still learning how to stop apologizing for my wild.” ― Nikita Gill
[Content Warning – image of cane marks, reference to BDSM and self harm]
I do like a challenge … How much is too much, and could it ever be enough?
I’m done waiting for the world to change to see that I am beautiful, because beautiful is only one thing that I am. Multi dimensional, a sexual intellectual, I’m brimming with reasons to be loved. And I am. And I do. What else could possibly matter?
See who else is getting sinful …
Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love? The above quote is from Bram Stoker’s Dracula, a favourite novel of mine, made into a favourite film of mine. This…
“There’s a capacity for appetite… that a whole heaven and earth of cake can’t satisfy” ― John Steinbeck
Think of me. Think of me when you touch yourself. Think of me thinking of you, thinking of touching me, while I touch myself too.
I’ve been out on that open road You can be my full time daddy white and gold Singing blues has been getting old You can be my full time baby Hot or cold
This bed is on fire with passionate love The neighbours complain about the noises above But she only comes when she’s on top
I’m easy … over easy like Sunday morning.
No pants are the best pants. This is what happens when your office is also your bedroom and you write about sex all day … the distraction is real, folks.