Modesty amongst the ruins #scavengerhunt 52

Modesty Ablaze amongst the ruinsWhenever we travel out of London for a few days, I enjoy discovering the history of the towns and villages we find along the way.

Modesty Ablaze amongst the ruinsAnd we are blessed with so many lovely towns out in the English countryside . . .

Modesty Ablaze amongst the ruins . . . and so many old buildings and ruins from long ago.

Modesty Ablaze amongst the ruins Many of them are actually right in the middle of town, surrounded and yet untouched, by new buildings, shops and houses.

Modesty Ablaze Ruins 4One such place is this lovely walled ruins nestled in the middle of a busy river-side town in Dorset.

Modesty Ablaze Ruins 5

I just love touching the stone walls and imagining all that they have seen and experienced over the hundreds of years of their existence.
It gives one a feeling of calm and peacefulness amongst the hustle and bustle of the new town just yards away.

And, it really is such a beautiful place, that I wanted to share it at
Curvaceous Dee’s Scavenger Hunt !!!

You can see lots of my other Scavenger Hunt explorations at my
Scavenger Hunt Listings Page  . . . and may I suggest you join in the fun with some sharing of your own at Dee’s site by clicking on the button below!

P.S. You can also view some of my previous discoveries at my
Scavenger Slideshow >here<!!!

Come on, it is such funLet’s all Dare to Bare !!!

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Xxx – K

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Erotic Authoress Spotlight . . . Elodie Parkes and her “Candle Magic”

The lovely Elodie Parkes has, of course, featured on my Erotic Authoress Spotlight page on several occasions before . . . and I am delighted to welcome her back for a Cover Reveal of her latest book  Candle Magic.


candleCandle Magic - a fantasy romance from Siren Publishing and Elodie Parkes

When Simi finds a pretty old candlestick among the discarded props in the company storeroom, she never imagines it will grant her dearest wish. There’s something mysterious about the carved candlestick, but Simi is drawn to it.

She’s saved a red candle from a box she bought years ago in an antique shop, and intends to use the candlestick to hold the last candle and make her solitary Christmas lunch more festive. It’s Christmas Eve, there’s sleet in the wind, Simi slips, but Jason catches her.

Who is Jason? Where has he suddenly appeared from in the night?

Simi looks into the eyes of this gorgeous man and sparks fly . . .

EXCERPT from Candle Magic:

CandleMagicCoverEPThe space between them pulsed, making Simi feel as if he actually pressed against her. The atmosphere suddenly laden with sexual tension, Simi stared down at the parquet floor as she led Jason down her apartment hall to the living room. She stopped and turned to him. He loomed in front of her like a magnet of pure sexual temptation. She dropped her bag by the coffee table and unbuttoned her overcoat.
She dared to look into his eyes as she slid the coat off.

“Let me take your coat. The heating is on. We’ll get warm quickly now.” Her voice shook a little.

Jason took his overcoat off and handed it to her with a smile in his eyes.

“Thank you.”

“Sit down. I’ll take these and put some coffee on, or would you like a glass of wine? I think I have some bourbon, too.”

His voice low, he slowly sat on the end of the sofa as he answered, “Coffee is very welcome.”

She practically ran to the coat stand that was halfway down the hall near her kitchen door. She pulled her business suit jacket off and hung that there, too. With a little skip into the kitchen, Simi put coffee on. She left it to percolate and walked back to the living room. With every step, the need to be held against Jason’s muscled chest again grew, until when she saw him sitting quietly on the sofa, her heart gave a huge flip.


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Xxx – K

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Modesty’s Back Pages . . . #wickedwednesday

This week’s Wicked Wednesday theme is “Looking Back” and, of course,
I just couldn’t resist “looking back” with one of my Polaroids Past photographs from 1982.

But, I really, really, really don’t want to bore you all . . . so, if you are growing tired of faded, old (and hairy!) photographs from my Back Pages . . . please look away now!!!

My Modest Apron 1983

This picture is especially for the lovely She Lover . . . a picture of me modestly modelling my apron in my “brand-new kitchen” in 1983!!!

You are sure to find lots more people Looking Back by gently tapping on Marie’s button below!



Xxx – K



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Red Jacket 1984 @ #sinfulsunday

It has been so, so busy recently that I have missed several Sinful Sundays . . . though, of course, that doesn’t mean I haven’t been Sinful! In the meantime Hubby has been slowly working through our old Photo Albums, scanning away and adding digital copies to our Polaroids Past collection.

RedJacketAndShoes84So, as he has been neglecting having any of our new photographs ready . . . for which he has been regularly punished! . . . I thought I would share a picture of my Sinfully Red jacket which, as you can see, I just loved wearing in 1984.

But . . . if the nineteen eighties seem far, far too long ago for you . . . I simply know that you will find more current and contemporary pictures from lots of other Sinful Sunday people from kissing the lips below!

Sinful Sunday


Xxx – K


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Modesty & The Secondary Squeeze #realworldsex

My #realworldsex video The Main Squeeze has been one of my most popular films at  . . . and I am delighted to say that a completely new video with Lover No.36 has just been published at MLNP.

I’ve called it The Secondary Squeeze and I think you will probably be able to hear the excitement in my voice remembering that wonderful evening from my intro video below.


Lover No.36‘s energy always seems endless . . . and my pauses for breath, to try to regain my composure, always seem (wonderfully) short . . . and I’m sure you’ll see why from the full video!!!

You can rent “The Secondary Squeeze” from my Modesty Ablaze MakeLoveNotPorn page >here<. It’s completely FREE to register at MLNP and I’m sure you will enjoy not just my 11 #realworldsex videos, but lots of other fun and amazing contributions from the growing MLNP community as well!!!

There are some screen shots and Free Peek links to this, and all of my #realworldsex videos, at my Make Love Not Porn page. And much more on just why I love the whole concept of MLNP and all of the other Real World People enjoying their own Real World Sex.

So . . . I hope you will enjoy not just my (exhausting) fun with Lover No.36, but lots more of the #realworld sex at !!!

And don’t forget, you can ask me ANY questions you like about any of my videos, or anything about  MakeLoveNotPorn in the form below.

NB: Submissions from this form are emailed directly to my In-box and are NOT displayed publicly. (Alternatively, you can make public comments, in the normal way, from the “Comment” panel at the very foot of this post).

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Xxx – K

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Fire Alert #scavengerhunt 51

It was so hot in Greece in August. Particularly on the steep walk up the hill from our apartment to the village shops . . . for our afternoon wine!!!

ModestyFire1So hot and dry as we walked past the olive groves that I could see why there is often a Fire Hydrant installed on many of the roadsides.

ModestyFire3And . . . as well as giving me a convenient rest-stop to hold on to and catch my breath halfway up that hill . . .

ModestyFire2 . . . I remembered, of course, that Fire Hydrant was a category  at the lovely Curvaceous Dee’s Scavenger Hunt !!!

Oh, and p.s. It wasn’t just me who had to keep stopping to pause for breath in the afternoon heat. That gentleman walking up the hill behind me seemed to be stopping frequently and looking back over his shoulder!

You can view lots of my other Scavenger Hunt pauses-for-breath at my Scavenger Hunt Listings Page  . . . and may I suggest you join in the fun with some sharing of your own at Dee’s site by clicking on the button below!

P.S. You can also view some of my previous adventures from my
Scavenger Slideshow >here<!!!

Come on, it is such funLet’s all Dare to Bare !!!

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Xxx – K


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First Times? . . . Keep having them!!! #wickedwednesday

MistressModestyRedWheelThis week’s Wicked Wednesday theme is “First Times” . . . remembering one’s first-time experiences in love, lust and sexual adventures.

But . . . when you get to my age . . . remembering “first-times” can often be a bit of a blur. Especially as there have been so many first times! LOL!!!

So . . . my advice . . . is to keep having First Times! Try new things, new experiences, new adventures!

I did just that this past weekend! Having a new submissive hire a dungeon, just for me, to worship (and lovingly massage) my feet, to feel my crop, to have me strap them to the Bondage Wheel (wow!!!), and to beg . . .

MistressModestyWheel1. . . for my strap-on!!!

So, as I say, my advice is to Keep Having First Times . . . it’s so much more fun that way!

And I’m sure you’ll find lots more about First Times by slapping on Marie’s button below!


Xxx – K



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Modesty’s Bikes #scavengerhunt 50

I’ve previously mentioned how frustrating it can be >Waiting for a Bus< on a busy Friday evening out in London.

ModestyBikeRack1But, of course, there are other options available in journeying to the next bar . . . such as one of the many bike-hire racks located around the central city streets.

ModestyBikeRack2Sometimes there may not be many bikes available . . . so one may have to use a little personal charm to get the last available bicycle.

ModestyBikeRack3And, although I “ride” often . . . I’m not the most proficient of cyclists, so a little help in mounting the saddle is always welcome.

ModestyBikeRack4“Ooohh, that’s very distracting! I might lose my balance!” . . .

ModestyBikeRack5“Now you are just being very naughty . . . and you’ve even got me facing in the wrong direction!!!”ModestyBikeRack6“You know what? I’ve just cycled to the next rack and I realise I didn’t have a helmet . . . that’s not very safe at all is it!”

“You must always have a helmet and I’m not getting on again until you give me one . . . a proper cycling-helmet, I mean!!!”

I now realise this was a very naughty evening because one should never mount two-on-a-bike like this and I would always recommend having a helmet. But I couldn’t resist sharing my naughtiness for the Bicycle Rack Category at Curvaceous Dee’s Scavenger Hunt.

You can explore lots of my other Scavenger Hunt journeys at my Scavenger Hunt Listings Page  . . . and may I suggest you join in the fun with some sharing of your own at Dee’s site by clicking on the button below!

Come on, it is such funLet’s all Dare to Bare !!!

Scavenger Hunt Platinum Award

Xxx – K


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Balancing Act @ #sinfulsunday

ModestyBikeRack4I think that life is all about Balance and Compromise . . . don’t you agree?

Achieving a sense of balance in one’s relationships and interactions with others.
Balancing one’s thoughts and deeds . . . balancing fun and common-sense!!!
And, of  course, keeping one’s balance-on-a-bike . . . in the face of extremely distracting conditions such as these!

You can follow more of this evening’s wobbly, Modesty’s Bikes, journey at my 50th Scavenger Hunt post >here< . . . and lot’s of other wonderfully fun and erotic balancing-acts between pictures and words at this week’s
Sinful Sunday by mounting the lips below!

Sinful Sunday

Xxx – K


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Erotic Authoress Spotlight . . . Silke Ming

I’m delighted to have Silke Ming join me today at my Erotic Authoress Spotlight page for a Q & A session . . . and to feature an excerpt from her latest book  Indigo’s Final Surrender.

Questions & Answers with Silke:

pohutukawa-indulgence-living-tree-giftHow long have I been writing?

I have been writing for quite a while. As a matter of fact, I have always thought that I would like to be a writer, but that sort of fell by the wayside when I moved to Europe. It was only twelve years ago, when I made the plunge and published my first novel, which I’m afraid to say was not a great success.

Why did you choose the romance genre?

 I was reading the daily newspaper and there was an article about an author who described the struggles she had encountered as a new writer, and the success she had achieved during the following years. As I continued to read, I could clearly see myself. I looked her up on the internet and found out that she was a romance writer, so I decided I would try my hand at this genre, but romance writing can be quite challenging. It was not as easy as I thought, so after many rejections with my first romance novel, I settled down to read as many romance novels as I could starting with Sylvia Day.

You have now written your seventh romance novel, when you look back and compare the very first with your last novel, what is your impression?

I will say I have come a long way. I am very critical of myself. Whenever I’m unsure about anything, I have two very good friends that I can run my concerns by, before offering it to a publisher. They are very critical and I know they will always be honest and truthful.

Silke, if you could be a character from one of your books, which one would it be?

It would be Sasha Santorelli, from my first book in the Five Widows series, Sasha’s Temptation. She is a very modern woman who knows what she wants and sets out to succeed, in spite of what other people think.

So you have published the 2nd part of the series, called Indigo’s Final Surrender. Tell us a bit about it.

Indigo is a Southern belle and is the most out-going of the five widows. There is actually only one widow in the group, but they have nicknamed themselves The Five Widows, because none of them has a male companion. They are all wealthy and very self-indulgent. Indigo is in her mid-forties and like her friend Sasha Santorelli, has fallen for a much younger man. The story does get a little racy when her twenty-five year old lover introduces her to his identical twin brother.

Why did I choose a May-December romance?

 May-December romance is nothing new, but it is usually an older man with a much, much less younger female on his arm. Why shouldn’t I reverse that, I thought? That’s where the ‘Five Widows’ idea was born. There are three more racy stories to follow, The Colours of Autumn, Scarlet’s Redemption and the Ruby Red. I must admit that these five women are quite a force to be reckoned with.


Indigo’s Final Surrender.

indigo -sm-tfw-indigosfinalsurrender-fullWhen socialite Indigo West, one of the ‘Five Widows’ opens her door and sees the identical twins standing before her, she is totally confused.

One of the two men happens to be her lover Elvis Palmer, but as she stares at them a slither of desire trickles through her body. She has no idea which of them is her lover. She knows that Elvis has an angel tattoo on his left shoulder, but so does Elvin. The longer she stares at them, the more excited she becomes at the thought of sleeping with both of them.

On one occasion she is tricked by Elvin into thinking he is Elvis. She talks Elvis into having a threesome, and this turns into a regular habit.

Even though Elvis is uncomfortable with the situation, he too begins to enjoy the act of sharing her with his brother. It is a secret that the rest of The Widows are not privy to, even though Elvin is constantly among them, masquerading as Elvis. They have no idea that Elvis has an identical twin brother.

When Bobby Jo McVane, Indigo’s gay female friend arrives for a short holiday from South Carolina, she immediately notices the Widow Autumn Chance and recognises her as one of her own. This revelation shocks Indigo, but she holds Autumn’s secret to her heart. Autumn and Bobby Jo two spend their time together in Autumn’s bed, discovering each other’s bodies.

Bobby Jo is enthralled with New York City, but learns from Autumn that life for a gay woman in New York City is sometimes just as conservative as in a small southern town, depending upon the circle of friends and for now, both women find kinship with each other.

EXCERPT from Indigo’s Final Surrender:

“I know your friends think I’m after you because of your money, but that is the furthest thing from the truth. I will admit that the thought did cross my mind when I first met you, but I got to know you better and you are so sincere. You make me laugh and you always make my cock rise.”

“That’s so abso-fuckin-lutely sweet,” she whispered.

“And for a Southern lady, you sometimes have such a filthy mouth, but I like it filthy, especially when you wrap your lips around my cock.”

She smiled as she ran her fingers over his lips.

“You were the first man I’ve ever ……

She suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

“Ever what?” he asked, staring at her.

“I’ve never sucked a cock before I met you,” she said.

“Oh my God!” he whispered. “I feel so honored. You never…….. not even with your husband?”

“Not even with my husband,” she said with a smile.

“And you were never tempted?” he asked. “You allowed me to fuck you here,” he said stroking her tight rosebud. “Was that also a first?”

“You did it to me. You knew it was the first time for me.”

“Unbelievable! Fucking unbelievable,” said a surprised Elvis. “I had pictured you as a woman of the world. A woman who loved men, loved to have fun, and had done a bit of everything.”

“I do like men and I like having fun,” she replied, “but that I hadn’t done.”

He kissed her softly and she snuggled closer to him.

“Did you have loving parents?” she asked, as a manicured thumb made circles over his mushroomed cock head.

“We did. Our parents were not rich, but Elvin and I got everything we ever wanted,” he said. “I didn’t know my father very well. He went on a mission to Vietnam a few years after the war ended, and was never seen again.”

“What happened?”

“We still don’t know. Some say he had been captured by rogue Viet Cong soldiers still living in the jungle. To this day, we have no idea what happened to him.”

“What did the government do to help?”

“I think they did all they could. There comes a time when you must let go and go on with your life.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Anyway, enough with sad stories,” he said. “You know that Elvin’s older than I am.”

“Now I understand,” she said, smiling.

“What do you understand?”

“Why you got what was left over from the stick.”

“As long as what’s left over makes you feel good, that’s all that counts,” he said, kissing her on her forehead. “What about you? Did you have a happy childhood?”

“I thought I did. My daddy gave us everything he could afford and my momma, well she was always on the lookout for a wealthy man for my sister and for me. That’s how I met my husband Harry. It was something like what they do in India.”

“You mean an arranged marriage?”

“That’s it. A meeting was set and Harry and I met. Lord, he was a good-looker! Bulging muscles, a beautiful smile and a dimple in his chin! I fell in love with him from the very first moment I laid eyes on him. I had found my Rhett Butler. All my friends were jealous of me except Bobby Jo McVane. It was rumoured she had a hankering for women. She never did marry and I don’t know if it is true, but like my Daddy always said, ‘where there is smoke, there’s always a little fire.’”

“So whatever happened to Bobby Jo?” he asked.

“We talk to each other every now and then. She still lives with her mother who is now as mad as a cat. They say she is senile. I guess that means she has Alzheimers disease.”

“That’s pretty sad,” Elvis said.

“Anyway Harry West came by and introduced himself to my Daddy and they sat together on the porch smoking cigars and drinking brandy. When they were through, my father called me over and introduced me to him. The deal was sealed and I pretended to be a little shy.

Now Indie,” said my Daddy. “I want you to sit on that bench over there and become acquainted with Mr. West.”

We sat in the garden under that big Magnolia tree and he courted me. I can still smell those blossoms,” she said, closing her eyes and inhaling. “My Daddy sat on the porch in his rocking chair to make sure that no hanky-panky went on between Harry and me before he proposed. Harry was eight years older than I was and had the experience to go with it.”

She paused for a moment.

“Go on,” said Elvis.

“I was a virgin on my wedding night,” she said. “Oh yes. I was as white as driven snow, and I gave it all to Harry. We were married one year later and very soon after that, I was pregnant with my first daughter and we called her Savannah. A real southern name and like her Momma, a real southern belle! She was such a pretty little thing. One year later, I was pregnant again, with little Emma. That’s what we called her. I can still recall how we would spread our lunch, picnic style on the front lawn and Savannah, Emma and I would lie under the shade of that big, old dogwood tree and we would sip our lemonade like real southern ladies.”

“So how did a southern lady find herself in New York City?”

“The children were sent off to boarding school and things started to fall apart in the marriage. It’s nothing unusual for southern gentlemen to have wandering eyes, so I thought that Harry had found something younger with tighter muscles.”

“What do you mean?” Elvis asked, resting on one elbow to take in the story.

“After all, I had already had two children and my muscles were no longer strong like they were when he had met me as a young, virginal Indigo Dupree. That was my maiden name. My momma said we were of French stock from Quebec, Canada.”

“Would you care for a glass of lemonade?” Elvis suddenly asked. “I am rather thirsty.”

“Yes, I do believe I do,” she replied. “I’ve been running my mouth for a year and a day.”

“Tell me the rest of the story when I return,” Elvis said, hurrying into the house, his cock swinging from left to right in front of him.

He returned and handed her a glass of lemonade and he began to sip his.

“Where was I?” she said, after taking a sip.

“You were telling me how you ended up in New York State,” said Elvis, eager to hear the full story.

“Oh yes. Harry was behaving strangely. Our sex life was non-existent. I thought he was on the prowl for something young and tight. He would come in late at night and the next day I would examine his shirts for lipstick or cologne, but I could never find anything to prove his infidelity. One morning he showed up at four thirty and I was really angry.”

“What did he say?”

“Not much. He allowed me to throw a tantrum, and when I was finished, he said there was something which we should talk about the next day. I didn’t want to wait until the next day, so I screamed and yelled at him. Finally he took a seat and waited for me to calm down.”

“And?” asked Elvis.

“I sat down and he started to talk. The words he used were so long, I thought he was trying to confuse me. Looking back, I knew he was trying to confuse me. I waited to hear the words, ‘I love her or perhaps she is really in love with me.’ Instead he said, ‘I met someone and he …….”

“He?” asked an astonished Elvis.

“That’s what I asked also. My husband left me for another man. How do you compete with another man? I think I could’ve held my own with another woman, but I had no idea what I was up against where a man was concerned. I decided I wanted to meet him.

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I hope you will enjoy, and share, the above and if you would like to join my Erotic Authoress Spotlight features . . . and post your own Erotic work here, please email me with your details, from my Ebook page. You can catch-up with previous Erotic Authoress Spotlight guests >here<.

Xxx – K

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