Delicate, stroking soft fronds tickle gently over my skin. I close my eyes enjoying the sensation. The caress of the suede. The calm before the storm.
Suddenly it stops. Anticipation jangles every nerve. I hear the swish in the air seconds before the suede cracks across my waiting arse. And the glow of it’s kiss starts to spread.
Who else is sinning this Easter Sunday? Click on the kiss to find out.
Sinful Sunday


  1. i must admit, i do love a good suede flogger. the softness, the way it can be used to tease and caress, right before the “thwack” on the skin. Great Post! x