Sinful Sunday


Find our submissions for #SinfulSunday below.

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...

Curves for Days #SinfulSunday

 You might not find me attractive but that's not going to dull my sparkle. I might not be everyone's idea of perfection but I don't need to be. I'm not everyone's cup of tea... but I'd rather be one person's shot of whisky anyway. Who else is sinning this Sunday? Click the kiss to see ???? ">

Anticipation… #SinfulSunday

I love the preparation. Like wrapping a gift. The butterflies in my stomach as I fasten my suspenders. The anticipation of his touch... it drives me crazy. See who else is sinning by clicking the kiss ???? ">

While He’s Not Here… #SinfulSunday

Missing his touch. My body aches to feel his fingers graze across my skin. I must meet that need so while he’s not here my fingers will take the place of his… and tease him with promise of things to come…   Who else is playing #SinfulSunday this week? Click the kiss….   >    

Waiting For Him… #SinfulSunday

Waiting for him... In the minutes that pass as I lay expectant of his touch the world seems black and white, anticipation narrowing my senses to one particular need. Until finally he touches me... and my vision explodes into glorious colour.   See who else is having a #SinfulSunday by clicking the lips...  

“Send Me A Picture” – #SinfulSunday

"Send me a picture..." "I'm in bed ffs" "And? Show me..." The rays of light were only visible on the photo. Funny how things develop. Sometimes something isn't always visible to the eye, but it's there. Unseen. Unspoken. Just waiting to be noticed when the time is right. Hiding in the half light where it's safe. I sent...

I’m a Slave 4 U… Sinful Sunday

I'm a slave 4 U... I can not hold it, I can not control it... I'm a slave 4 U... I won't deny it, I'm not trying to hide it... Click the kiss to see the other sinners... ????

Prickles On My Skin… #SinfulSunday 

The shining tines trace a path across my delicate skin, leaving snakes of sensation chasing up my thighs. Anticipating where the wheel will next travel... shivering with the pleasure it leaves behind, making colours dance in my vision.   Who else is sinning this Sunday? Click on the kiss to find out! ???? ">  

Simply His… #SinfulSunday

Simply his... Owned. Collared. His. Click the kiss to see the other sinners... ???? ">

Helpless… #SinfulSunday

Laying here in the semi darkness waiting for him to touch me. I can hear his breathing. I can sense him watching me. The anticipation grows and so do the butterflies as I lay spread out before him. Totally helpless. Who else is sinning this sunday? click the kiss and find out. ">