A while back I took a couple of my photos and turned them into pencil drawings, one of which I posted for Sinful Sunday in October last year here. These drawings sparked an idea in my head, what if I took a photo of myself which I then drew in pencil and combine them together. The result would be part photo and part drawing which I felt would be a very creative thing to do, not only would I get joy from taking photos but also turning one into a drawing and then the fun of editing. I took this idea and ran with it but for my first attempt I honestly feel like I could improve it so much but at the same time you have to start somewhere and well it’s a task for the future.
Touch is a love language of mine and from that cuddling and snuggling are two things I absolutely love in many ways which can differ between situations I’m in and what they do for me.
Now I’m not really one for cuddles with family, don’t get me wrong I love family but show it in different ways. On the other hand with a partner or lover is who I might engage in cuddles and snuggles either seeking it out or being happy if the other person engages them.
On a basic level, I love to show love in a physical way or be shown it by someone, to lay there in each other’s arms feeling the love, feeling safe and warm with them and enjoying their company. I also love being shown affection, knowing that I’m loved, that they care about me and they maybe also feel safe and warm in my arms, I am not always one to read people all that well so to be cuddled or have someone snuggle into me does show me something I’d maybe miss.
Being naked and cuddling is just as nice, having skin-to-skin contact while feeling all parts of their body against mine is lovely as well as hot depending on the situation. It doesn’t have to be sexual either, as above I love touch so to feel someone against my body brings out a feeling I love. it’s warming both in terms of my heart and on a colder night, it brings out all the love feels for me and just happiness.
After sex naked cuddling can be a good way to wind down, share in the post-pleasure feelings of joy, and maybe even talk about what went on and how both parties felt about it. Depending on the type of sex that’s happened it may have been really intense, there may have been lots of new experiences or lots of impact play, and so it can be nice to cuddle and make sure all of the people involved are ok, to take a breather and to maybe discuss things like what was good or bad, what could be better or whatever the case may be.
Like many things I talk about on my blog, I don’t get cuddles nearly enough at the moment, but I love them no matter what context they are given in, whether it may be clothed or naked, sexual or non-sexual. I wish I had a photo of my to go along with this post but sadly not, I would however hope that I can make that a reality in the future with a partner that’s happy to be photoed and shared on the blog.
Have you ever found yourself inexplicably drawn to someone’s hair? It’s something I find myself doing in life, being drawn to someone’s hair for a multitude of reasons. While I have talked about being attracted to someone for their personality more than their physical appearance in this blog post I do still have a large attraction to physical aspects, especially hair.
I will point out that I can’t list every single attraction I have with hair and hairstyles, so what I talk about are not the only things I’m attracted to but likely the ones I have a bigger attraction to. Also, while not all styles are to my liking that’s just personal preference and no matter how you have your hair it’s still awesome.
Firstly when it comes to hair I love long hair, if it goes past shoulder length then even better. I can’t say why this is but I just love it. Plaits/Braids/Pigtails and other similar forms of styling longer hair do it for me too, and I love how people can take their hair and end up with plaits and just the look of it is really attractive to me.
Hair colour is another way I love people having their hair, I guess this is partly down to how I always wanted to dye my hair for years and the reasons behind it. I find myself attracted to colours like purple and in general coloured hair can be a form of individuality maybe as part of a wider style someone associates with or just because they want to be unique.
I have in recent years I’ve grown my hair long and dyed it red once and then purple to firstly be unique, to fit in with my preference for an alternative style and in response to the fact that I have in the past been questioned and talked down to for having long hair and that somehow I NEED to get it cut especially when said person is no more than an acquaintance.
I also have a huge love for natural redheads, they have a very unique natural colour that is relatively rare and they can have attractive personality traits that go along with their hair colour that I love. I am a lover of anyone and everyone but definitely would put redheads at the top if I had to.
Outside of hairstyles and colours, I also love the various scents you get from freshly washed hair. As someone who commutes a lot, there are many times someone will sit in the seat in front of me and I’m immediately drawn to how their hair smells even when I’m focused on say looking out the window of the bus or eyes fixated on something on my phone. It may take a minute to hit me but when It does I can’t help but smile. Even when I wash my own hair and a lot more after freshly dying it I love the scent, it makes me happy to have it freshly washed and know that some people may get to smell the scent of it and they may enjoy it without me knowing.
I love all kinds of hairstyles, hair colours and scents, knowing that each person can have their own form of identity through how they do their hair. They can be unique and stand out from the crowd or they can be part of a particular group with their own style identity. In the case of redheads, they can embrace the fact they have a rare natural hair colour and that there can be many celebrations for them throughout the world.
One of my favourite mugs says “Explore More” and it’s a mug I owned well before my blog despite not realising I had it but it just so happened to fit the blog. As much as I love to explore a lot more and do all the things sex or otherwise, there is something great when I’m not doing that.
Relaxing in bed in the morning with a coffee before I have to get up and go to work, or on my days off when I only get up for the coffee and slide back under the covers and get comfy knowing I don’t need to get up for any reason until I want to.
I can be lost in thoughts, the sounds of the outside world, or some background music I have on.
Whatever I’m doing or not doing is better with a nice cup of coffee.
It was mentioned in a comment on last week’s Sinful Sunday image that it needed spanking hand prints which I totally agreed with, and I just so happened to shoot a lovely set of marks on myself. Self-inflicted and not from someone else sadly, but nothing better than seeing the results of a good self spank.
If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happens better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.
The newest prompt for Revelations is Joy based on a poem called Don’t Hesitate by Mary Oliver, and it sparked many thoughts about joy in life, joy in my life and what it means to me. Very recently though I’ve begun to notice again something that gives me joy, makes me feel happy and reminds me of love in many ways,
We are in spring and recently I’ve taken more notice of the sunshine coming my way. It’s this shift from winter to spring and even more so with the sunshine that has started to bring me joy. Spring is a time of “rebirth, rejuvenation, renewal, resurrection and regrowth” along with flowers and trees starting to bloom into life.
As I’ve gotten older I’ve found an appreciation of nature and the beauty it can have, all the flowers starting to bloom and how they give beauty to parks, gardens and everywhere else they may be. The trees are also the same, the beauty in their leaves, the beauty they give to their surroundings.
I find joy in walking to or from work, walking around outside of working and seeing these flowers and trees. Winter is dark and cold and while it has its charm I can’t help but feel like my soul gets rejuvenated by all the beauty I start to see around me in the springtime.
The sunshine particularly on warmer days brightens up my mood, it gets me excited for summer and how for the last few years I’ve enjoyed being out and about in the sun. The joy of walking around town and seeing people go about their daily lives, maybe not wearing so many layers from winter and being able to sit outside more often in parks and such. I am reminded of the joy I have in summer when I can get out on walks in the wooded areas, and enjoy nature as I wander alone in relative peace and quiet with only the sounds of nature in my ears and occasionally the chatter as other people are nearby.
I am reminded of times in the summer when I had joy, maybe it was many years ago when I had some of the best times ever with friends, maybe it was the joy I had only a couple of years ago with online friends being around as I was out in the sunshine, as I walk around wooded areas and tweeted about it, or just the fact I’m reminded of days I felt on top of the world, in the best moods ever as I went about my day as the sunshine beat down on me.
Don’t hesitate is the poem and I certainly don’t hesitate to embrace the change of season for the better, it fills me with instant love and joy for what’s in the present and what the future may hold. Of course, I never know what life will be like in spring and come the summer but the seasons never change and so I embrace all they have to give.
Dare is the latest topic of revelations and I have been very daring in life in various ways which fit in with this very well.
Way back before my blog I took the chance to do a bungee jump despite my dislike of heights, it was an experience, to say the least. I wasn’t dared to do it but since my brother-in-law was doing it I decided to join him. Standing on the edge of the platform underneath a bridge with nothing but my legs strapped to the bungee cord as I jumped without hesitation was the start of realising I was definitely adventurous and daring.
Now it wouldn’t be worth writing this blog post about the above experience on its own and in keeping with my blog I’ve had a few daring experiences, not only for the blog but also before I even started it.
First off is something most people know me for, and that’s nudes in the woods and the images I have taken. Now a good few of my shots in the woods aren’t exactly that daring to say the least but during one warm summer’s day I became very daring as I was out in my usual secluded spot.
Instead of shooting with say my trousers pulled down to my ankles and my top pulled up above my head, I got fully naked bar my boots and spent more than 10+ minutes taking multiple shots from various angles, in various poses and using my surroundings to my advantage. While I was in a secluded area it wasn’t too far from the main path everyone from cyclists, runners, walkers and dog walkers used especially on a warm day and any curious individual could have taken a detour and seen me as I was naked shooting pictures.
Thankfully no one did and I was able to spend my whole time shooting in peace until I had as many photos as I needed where I re-dressed myself and continued on my walk passing people oblivious as to what I had just done.
The second daring experience was when I was still bi-curious and trying to understand who I was. Sitting in the car of someone I knew well enough but not too well as we headed down a small single-track road not too far from my own home. We stopped at a passing point and he proceeded to play with me in the backseat which anyone could have driven past and seen what we were up to. Living in what was a smallish village at the time meant there was more of a chance anyone driving past might recognise me, they may not know my name or whereabout I actually lived, but they could be someone I pass in the street often and say hi to even though we don’t know each other.
Being daring can be very hot but also fun. Doing something adventurous that’s outside your comfort zone can provide a real rush of adrenaline like when I did a bungee jump which despite my dislike of heights was still fun. I realised afterwards just how much I hated the height factor but just loved the experience of being adventurous, daring and being able to say I did it.
Taking nude photos in the woods particularly when I was fully naked was hotter than I thought. I’d never been fully naked outside before let alone when I was somewhere that wasn’t a place I should be naked which made it hot. Knowing I could be seen but avoiding it was also hot as well as the fact that the photos I was taking would end up on my blog for others to see.
Last year I was conversing with someone I’d become friends with, some days we engaged in simple life chats and others were more consensual sexual chats. During one of these chats, I mentioned I was out in town having a drink/early afternoon lunch before a gig I was attending and we chatted both sexually and non-sexually the former of which made me a little hot and horny.
Being polite I happened to mention at one point that I’d likely be absent for a few minutes while I nipped to the toilet but would continue the conversation after I was done. This comment sparked them to mention to me that maybe I should have a play in a cubicle and send them a photo/short video of me doing so.
It wasn’t strictly a D/s type conversation but given how I was asked I leaned into my sub side and agreed to masturbate in the said cubicle after I was finished. Being in a toilet is normally not that hot, but the idea that I was masturbating in a cubicle for someone while people came in and out definitely made it hot, the idea that I was pleasuring myself and no one knew as well as the fact there was a slim chance of being caught but trying to make sure I didn’t.
I could hear the sounds of closing cubicle doors next to mine, flushing toilets, running water and hand dryers as I played a little and filmed it for them. On my own, I wouldn’t have done it, but knowing some would be getting to see me do it on film made it hot, that they had asked me to do it and I was happy and willing to do it for them having been turned on by our previous conversations earlier on in the day.
Having sent them the video they found it hot and wished they had been then further making the experience hot even though It was all done with, just thinking back and picturing them beside me mutually playing with each other making sure not to get caught.
As a submissive, I love being told things to do like a Danger Wank somewhere. Maybe being given instructions on what to do, how to do it and maybe even taking photos or videos for the person in question to watch and get turned on by.
I would love to do it more often, I know I can on my own and that’s hot but I definitely would love to have someone else dictate what I do, maybe give me tasks and make it into a game or something more than just masturbating.