Sinful Sunday


Find our submissions for #SinfulSunday below.

Do Not Adjust Your Set – #SinfulSunday

Sometimes a suggestion is better than the blatant. A hint, a tease to get the imagination firing. The power of a filthy mind is a wonderful thing. The flash of a curve, the sheen of the satin, oh such heady luscious dreams to fill your mind and waste your day. Let’s not rush to always...

Do As You’re Told… #SinfulSunday

When you don't do as you're told there are always consequences... I love the bruises that kiss my skin for days after, a permanent reminder of his punishment for my bad behaviour.   See who else is playing by clicking on the kiss...

Call Me Baby… #SinfulSunday

"I just met you... and tHIs is crazy... but here's my number... so call me baby" How I love the sound of his voice down the phone. Like an audio touch his words tickle their way into my mind and over my skin. Is it my imagination or the power of my desire? But when he...

Well-Read – #SinfulSunday

Don’t you just love being warm inside, when it’s freezing out? Relaxing, reading a little erotica. Getting yourself in the mood for some fun. Forget the cold nights, lets heat things up. As the long nights draw in I find I don’t always want to Netflix and Chill. Sometimes I want to indulge in a...

Patience Kitten – #SinfulSunday 16/12/18

"Patience Kitten, all good things come to those who wait." Or so he tells me. Just like I have to wait for the wax to burn on my candles, I have to wait for Daddy. I never thought of myself as a patient person and yet I'm filled with a stillness of mind. Waiting doesn't...

Reflection… Sinful Sunday

A New Year is a great time for reflection... What lessons did I learn from the year just gone... What will my reflection show me this time next year?.. Who else is sinning? Click the kiss and find out... "> 

The Sacredness of Tears – #SinfulSunday 15/04/18

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief... and unspeakable love. Washington Irving It feels like grief. I'm bereaved. Robbed of all those future happy moments I'd imagined. Rejection hangs heavy on me like...

Amongst The Roses… #SinfulSunday

I've always thought of myself as a thorn in many people's sides. So maybe this is where I belong... Amongst the roses. See who else is sinning by clicking the kiss ">

Like A Second Skin… #SinfulSunday

A second skin, I love how latex clings to my curves. Like static silk with a glossy shine. Smooth and inviting to the fingers, almost naked but not quite. Externally cool and impassive, internally hot and sticky. And that's just the latex... See who else is sinning by clicking the kiss ???? ">

Caged. #SinfulSunday

Caged. Not by steel, but by ribbon. Not by bars, but by distance. Waiting for him to uncage my desire and set me free. See who else is sinful this Sunday by clicking the kiss ???? ">