Mr. Sam, like Charlie is not a vanilla partner. Mr. Sam and I have been together for 7 months now, we are getting used to each other. We talk about almost everything, I tend to still get embarrassed about some things.
We recently discussed the idea of mutual masturbation, sex toys and other kinky ideas. He asked me to bring my bag of sex toys over, so I did. We went through all of my toys that were enjoyable for me to use. I had won a contest with some bondage rope included as an extra prize.
He had seen the neon green rope and immediately the Sailor in him started thinking of ways to use it on me. I have never been tied up before by any one. I have some deep seeded trust issues about being restrained. But Mr. Sam is different, even though I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop, a part of me trusts him.
He had mentioned some photo ideas before we got started, but once he started tying the rope, we forgot all about taking any photos. Until after playtime was over, I had to stop because I had pulled on the ropes too hard. Mr. Sam had used one long piece of rope with several loose knots in it for my ankles and wrists. I had pulled on the rope causing it to tighten around my ankles. I had left my socks on, pulled them off to look for any marks because the rope seemed really tight.
This is what I saw when I took off my sock.
I will try to write a story about my first rope experience.
Meanwhile check out some other Sinful Sunday posts.
But there really isn’t any rest for the wicked and wicked I truly am.
I normally don’t like posting unflattering photos of me. However, I’m trying to push myself out of my comfort zone a little at a time.
I’m always the one taking pictures of others. Here is a photo taken by someone else. I found this photo somewhat fitting because of the end of February Photo Fest. I’m disappointed in myself for not keeping up with it this month. I’ve said it before I can give all the excuses for not keeping here with things here. Hopefully I can get my shit together, get back on track.
“There ain’t no rest for the wicked
Money don’t grow on trees
I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed
There ain’t nothing in this world for free
I know I can’t slow down
I can’t hold back though you know I wish I could
No there ain’t no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good…” by Cage the Elephant
I edited a previous boob day photo for today.
I’m still recovering from being so sick, sleeping most days. I can’t believe that I missed most of this month. Can I get a do over?!
I failed miserably at February Photofest this year. I let tons of stuff come & go. Slacking on my responsibilities of posting here.
I have no reasons why I haven’t continued to post here. I posted photos on my Instagram account. I have some excuses of why I haven’t kept up, too lazy or too inconvenienced to post here. Mostly I had run out of time, being at the bar, with Mr. Sam or just distracted by every day life.
This past week I’ve been fighting a severe cough. Went to the doctor yesterday because I haven’t slept in days because I’ve spent most of the night coughing…a dry hacking non-productive cough.
BUT….I have been able to visit Mr. Sam at least once a week. This is the most recent photo I took this past Sunday evening. I promise, I’ll start filling you in on all the sex adventures.
It was late one evening. He knew I am taking photos for February PhotoFest.
“Where’s your phone?”
“I wanna try taking your picture.”
I explained how to use my smartphone camera. He snapped away. Of course I kept moving around a lot, because I really didn’t want him to take my photo. Sometimes I really hate the way I look, This time was no different. Although I wanted to make it look dark, because of the seediness of it all.
I originally posted “Lady Luck” on July 18, 2015.
Here is a revamped edition.
I took this one, experiencing with lighting. He turned to look at me.
I like emotional photos, that have a mix of sexy and moody darkness.