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Eyes Closed Shut #wickedwednesday

Last week at Wicked Wednesday I included an excerpt from one of my Diaries entries from my still-to-be-completed E-book, “More Adventures”, from two years or so ago. That was “Part One” of a wonderfully fun, and adventurous evening, which I thought it only fair (after several special requests) to complete at this week’s edition with “Part Two”.

So . . . continued from last week . . .  

As the men followed us into the room I could tell they were both obviously aroused by the fact that D was gently pushing me back onto the bed . . .

I have kissed another woman before . . . playing at the club. But this was something different, completely different.

Her mouth was warm and wet, and her tongue hard yet gentle, in a way that I just couldn’t compare with the kisses I would normally receive from Hubby, or one of my lovers. Not really physically different, I suppose, but different in sensation and emotion. The taste seemed somehow sweeter, warmer, softer. I felt her hands squeezing gently over my nipples again, and then felt her pulling my hand down to her pussy. “I don’t really know what to do” I told her. “Play with me as though you are playing with yourself” she whispered into my ear. Her warm breath tickled my senses, and her words made me tingle and arch my back as her own fingers ran a trail down over my tummy, sliding in between my lips and instantly finding my button. Her lips slid away from my kisses and ran down in little pecks over my neck, down over my breasts, kissing at them each, gently on top, and to the sides, and then, pausing above me for a moment, sucking suddenly down onto my right nipple. Sucking and pinching, and stretching it away from my chest with her lips, before releasing it with a wonderful nip of her teeth, before performing the same task on my left nipple.

I had had my eyes closed tightly shut for several minutes, but could now sense her lifting away . . . and then felt her fingers being replaced with larger and thicker hands. I opened my eyes again to see M leaning over me, spreading my legs wider for a moment before running his fingers up my inner thigh and finding the exact spot that just a moment before was being caressed by his wife.

I lay back, groaning again but heard Hubby’s voice saying something unclear and unintelligible to D. I opened my eyes once more and gasped as I saw D kneeling back onto the bed with a large, very large, dildo in her hands. “Have you ever fucked another woman?” she asked. I suddenly knew that these were the words I had just heard her asking Hubby. “Oh my god” I said. Half giggling, half tingling, as I watched her kneeling between my legs and sliding one end of the long pink shape into herself. “I don’t know, I don’t think I could” I stammered. But a moment later I heard myself gasping louder as M’s fingers slid over me to hold me open and D pushed herself forward. “Ohh, ohh” I knew I was gurgling. I felt her sliding forward into me, the softness of her leg rubbing over mine, and then gasping loudly again as, with a little help from M, she lifted my other leg over the top of hers. She started pushing and groaning and gasping louder with every stroke. I pushed myself back against her and groaned again as M’s fingers twirled between us as I felt us slapping together, each with half of her dildo engulfed within us.

Pushing against her I could feel her pussy, and legs, and bottom slapping against mine and feel the thickness of the silicon pushing into me, then relaxing again, then pushing back. And M’s fingers working over me, working over the both of us, was making my groans more breathless, and louder and louder. I opened my eyes again to see Hubby standing next to the bed to my right. His cock was standing vertical against his tummy, and kneeling next to me on the bed to my left, M’s cock was swaying back and forth and tapping against my shoulder. I reached out to grasp Hubby’s cock and pull him onto the bed next to me. He eagerly obliged by kneeling right over me and guiding his cock towards my mouth. I sucked him up and down, cupping his balls in right hand whilst reaching out and stroking M up and down his shaft with my left. I felt him turning and shuffling his own knees up the bed closer towards me. I pulled away from Hubby’s cock, loving the plopping sound as his hardness slipped out of my mouth, and turned to my left to immediately guide M’s cock between my lips.

I could hear D groaning as she pushed and I thrust back against her, feeling the thickness and hardness of the dildo straining inside me. And, directly above me, both men were now grunting and groaning as I sucked and swung my mouth back from my left to my right and then back again. Sucking to the left whilst stroking with my hand to the right, and then turning to suck from the right and stroke to my left. My own muffled gasps were getting louder as M was still leaning forward stretching his hands down over my tummy to twist and twirl his fingers over both of our thrusting pussies. Hubby was squeezing and pinching at my nipples and I managed to gasp out “harder, pinch them harder” as I swivelled my mouth from left to right.

I heard D gasping out that she was going to come and felt her shuddering against me with convulsions as her legs squeezed together against mine. She suddenly pulled away and I felt the thickness slide out of me, making me cry out with my own orgasm as M’s fingers slid deliciously inside me for a moment before my own twists and shudders pushed them away.

I heard Hubby’s voice gasping out above me and then felt sudden warm splashes splatter across my breasts and stomach. I opened my eyes as M pulled his cock from my mouth and clasped both his hands around himself as he cried out as well. I saw the first burst of white from the eye of his knob as it shot past my forehead, and then felt the rest spurting onto my cheek and chin and then dribbling down onto my neck.

“I’m so sorry” he gasped, “I couldn’t stop it. I’ll get tissues” he continued as he swivelled off the side of the bed and stood up next to us. His cock was still erect and looked lovely bobbling around, still dripping, as he leant forward to pull some tissues from a drawer at the side of the bed. “You should apologise, you’re such a messy bugger” D said as she sat up at the other end of the bed.

I lifted myself up as well, “No, no, it was lovely. You don’t have to apologise” I told him as I accepted his handful of tissues. Hubby was sitting up on the other side of me, and accepted more tissues from M, so that he could wipe up his own “mess” from my tummy.

D lay down beside me reaching over to pull me closer against her, kissing me first on the cheek and saying “you are just beautiful”, before kissing me full on the lips again, just as she had earlier. “Thank you” I replied. “You are both beautiful too.” She sat up on one elbow and said “Have you ever done that before? Did you enjoy?”

I giggled “No, and Yes” as my reply. “I feel very greedy, it’s all been about me” I said. M sat back down on the bed and said “Well it’s still early yet . . . !”

As I say, there are more of my Diary entries still waiting for me to find the spare-time to finish, and publish, “More Adventures” . . . but finding that time is so difficult! . . . after all, my “spare-time” is my “fun-time”!!!

And just in case you prefer pictures instead of words, I thought I would include another occasion when I was blinded by the light . . . this time the light from the flash of Hubby’s camera as I stood on my favourite Grecian Steps around this time last year.

For more blindingly hot stories, you simply must visit this week’s Wicked Wednesday from lapping at the button below!

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Modestly Making Waves #wickedwednesday

This week’s theme at Wicked Wednesday is “Waves” . . . which reminded me of one of my Diaries entries “Indoor Waves” (actually from my “More Adventures” E-book from two years ago which I still haven’t been able to finish, or publish, yet!) But, as I say, it reminded me of that lovely fun evening, so I thought that at least “Part One” of that chapter should see the light of day here . . .


We’d met our new couple at our Swinging Club late in August. We’d arrived quite late and it turned out to be one of those evenings where Hubby and I spent most of our time sitting at the bar chatting to some of the regulars we’ve come to know from previous visits. People we’ve become friends with but, for one reason or another, haven’t actually played with.

We had noticed several new couples we hadn’t seen before, and a number of new single guys, but despite Hubby frequently pointing them out to me and asking if I was “interested in going over for a chat”, I didn’t really feel motivated or attracted enough to want to leave my seat. Hubby would occasionally wander off for a tour around the rooms and then report back to tell me what was going on, but after several hours even he had resigned himself to the fact that our night would end without any involvement on our part.

He’d actually just said to me “Shall we finish our drinks and make a move”when a striking blonde woman came up to stand at the bar right next to my seat. Her, very tall, partner stood behind her and leant between us to order their drinks. We hadn’t noticed them before, and they’d come from the direction of the play rooms, so had obviously been having fun elsewhere for quite some time. She was dressed in a lovely black basque and net stockings and had the most perfectly manicured red nails as she placed her hands on the counter of the bar. Hubby leaned around from beside me and asked her “Would you like a seat?” getting off his stool and tugging at me gently to move from my stool to his. She smiled and replied “Yes thank you, my heels are killing me!” I moved over and she sat-up next to me and I laughed that I had the same problem as “I only ever really wear heels on a night-out here”. Her partner immediately joined in, saying how sexy both our choice of footwear was “and, in fact, your whole outfit”. We’d all soon introduced ourselves and began chatting and answering their questions about the club. It was their first visit here but they were frequent visitors to some of the other London clubs we’d heard about.

I immediately felt completely at ease with both D and her husband and I could sense that Hubby (standing behind me and stroking my back and leaning against me the way he does when I know he is aroused) was feeling just as captivated as I was. D’s manner and conversation was so natural and friendly that within the first 15 minutes I was giggling and sharing experiences with her as though we were life-long friends. Her husband M wasn’t quite so outgoing (though very dishy) but was still chatting quite openly. He asked me if we’d been playing and told me he’d wished they’d met us earlier in the evening as they had to be leaving to get home for the babysitter. D must have noticed the look of disappointment in my eyes as she reached over to hold my hand and asked “Would you be interested in exchanging numbers?” Hubby answered before I’d had the chance to think “Yes, sure!!!” I looked up at M to see if he was as keen, his smile, and his wife’s continued stroking of my forearm, seemed to indicate that he definitely was. The men exchanged numbers and we said our goodbyes.

Hubby and I remained at the bar for another drink, comparing our impressions and talking about the lost chance of not having met them earlier. I giggled when he said “and of course she really fancies you”. “What do you mean?” I asked him. He laughed and replied, “I mean she fancies you. It was obvious, and anyway M told me she’s bi. So our evening at the club ended without us “playing out”, but we certainly made it up for it when we got home, with the attractions of our brief acquaintances obviously on both our minds and inspiring our arousal.

A few days passed. (We’d mentioned the morning after, reliving our passions over breakfast, that we’d have to text them the next time we were going to get back to the Club.) Then, on the Thursday evening, just as we’d cuddled up together in bed, Hubby’s phone beeped with a text “would it be ok if we called. Can you talk?”. Hubby messaged straight back that it was fine. Seconds later his phone rang. I could tell immediately, from the rolling of his eyes and wild nodding of his head, even before he switched his phone over to speaker, that it was D. As his speaker came on I could hear her saying how much they’d enjoyed meeting us on the weekend. Hubby responded that the feeling was mutual and that we’d already been talking about texting them the next time we planned to visit the club. Her reply took us both by surprise. “If you’re not busy, would you like to come over to ours next Saturday for drinks?” She went on to say that their children would be away with M’s parents and that they had an indoor hot tub and would like to get know us better! Hubby didn’t waste a second in telling her we’d love to.

As if meeting a new couple for the first time on non-neutral ground wasn’t worrying enough, their address made me feel even more nervous. They were obviously in a different class to us!! Not just an affluent outer-suburb, but an extra-affluent postcode. “What can I wear?” I was agonising to Hubby the following day and night!! His teasing that I wouldn’t need to be wearing “anything” in a hot tub, didn’t help.

D met us at the door looking stunning in a white sarong and led us through a huge reception room into an even larger, and absolutely wonderful kitchen area. All sparkling stainless steel fittings and work surfaces, I was feeling more and more nervous with every step! We followed D into an amazing conservatory which looked out over a long garden. We could see, and hear, the bubbling water of the hot tub in one corner of the conservatory. To our right M was standing behind a bar asking what we’d like to drink. I assumed from his bare chest that he’d possibly just emerged from the tub and probably had a towel wrapped around his waist, but had to gasp in surprise as he stepped out from the bar towards us with our glasses in hand, completely naked! I felt myself giggling with the embarrassment of not quite knowing how to react and not sure where I should be looking. D immediately stepped in front of him admonishing him for being so forward and turning back to us to apologise. I was still giggling but told her not to be silly “You just caught me by surprise” I told him, still not sure where I should be looking, whilst I stretched out rather self-consciously to hand him the two bottles of wine we’d bought with us. Hubby was laughing as well “It’s fine, we didn’t actually bring swimming costumes either”.

We sat around in their wonderfully comfortable cushioned wicker chairs chatting and accepting (too many) top-ups of wine for some time before M asked if we “were ready for a dip?” D went off to fetch some towels whilst Hubby quickly stripped off his clothes and followed our host into the tub. Normally I don’t have any qualms about undressing in intimate situations, and I actually enjoy ‘dressing-up’ at the Club, but now I really felt quite nervous as I lifted my dress up over my head knowing I had to walk naked up the steps to the tub as M sat there quite obviously watching my every step. I did feel slightly better as he said “you have a beautiful body” as I slid down into the water next to Hubby. D had reappeared, already naked herself and followed me into the tub. “You should have seen her from behind” she said to M, “she has a gorgeous figure, and such a wonderful bum.” The compliments, the warmth of the water, and the wine!, were making me feel better.

We leant with our backs against the wall of the tub. D had initially positioned herself between M and I, but then moved around in front of me, sliding in-between Hubby and myself. I felt her hand stroking my arm as she had in the club, and then as she told me again that I had “such a gorgeous figure” I felt her hand running up over my tummy and up to my breasts. Her palm caressed across both my nipples for a brief moment before she pushed away from the wall of the tub to stand more directly in front of us. I felt her hand reaching up to me again and could tell from the movement of her left arm that she was reaching across to Hubby as well. I glanced across at him. I could tell from the expression on his face that she was touching him as well, but not on his chest! I felt a firmer hand squeezing over my left nipple. M had slid closer to me and was now following D’s lead, squeezing and caressing me. I gasped and tilted my head back closing my eyes. My nervous self-consciousness had suddenly been replaced by the wonderful feeling of two separate hands roaming over my breasts, and now, between my legs. At first I couldn’t tell whose fingers were twirling around my pussy lips, but then as I felt both nipples being lightly squeezed by strong feeling fingers, I knew both of those hands belonged to M and it was D’s fingers that were deliciously working around and around my clit. “Oh, squeeze my tits” I moaned, still keeping my eyes tightly closed, but making no attempt to stifle my moans of pleasure now. M’s palms were now clamped tightly around my breasts, pushing me back harder against the wall of the tub, whilst D’s finger, or fingers I couldn’t tell how many, were sliding forcefully in and out of me. I threw my head back as far as it would go, letting out a load groan of “oh I love that”. I could hear the splashing of movement now in the water as M’s hands suddenly slid straight down my side to grasp me by my hips. He seemed to be lifting me higher, and forward more into his wife’s hand which was now pumping in and out of me. My own groans were drowning out the other sounds, but I was conscious of her muffled moaning to the right of me . . . and the slapping of the waves from our passionate movements, slapping against me.

I opened my eyes and looked past my right shoulder to see her head locked in an embrace with Hubby and it was obvious from the thrashing movements of both her elbows in and out of the water that both her hands were pumping and stroking, and as only her right one was pumping into me, her left hand must be furiously stroking my husbands cock. Suddenly there seemed to be two hands pushing between my legs, one (still D’s???) thrusting fingers in and out of me, the other twirling and rubbing over my clit. I felt myself trying to hold my balance, reaching behind me to grasp the wall of the tub with my back pushed back against it and the pressure of the thrusting between my legs, bouncing me up and down in the water. For a moment I was thinking I didn’t feel comfortable enough to really let myself go, then, an instant later, I was crying out “Oh, god I’m coming, I’m coming”, thrusting my hips forward and losing my grip on the wall. I collapsed forward into the arms of M, dropping my chin onto his shoulder and gasping out “God, oh god”.

I opened my eyes. D and Hubby had stepped apart with D asking him “does she always come like that?” He laughed and said something like “I’ve never seen her come in a pool before”. M lifted me up to try and sit me on the top step of the tub, saying “That was fantastic. You sound amazing”. “And look amazing” D said as she reached over to start stroking my arm again. I was feeling uncomfortable, from both the compliments, and the hard step I was now perched on. “I need to sit down” I managed to blurt out. D stepped out next to me and took my hand to lead me off the step down onto the floor again. She reached over for a towel and dried me down as I stood enjoying the feel of the softness against my skin. The two men followed us out of the tub and I collapsed back onto the nearest cushioned chair. We sat chatting, and drinking, until D stepped over and knelt down in front of me. “Would you two like to come upstairs?” she asked, running her hands up and down my thighs and then leaning forward to kiss me on the knee. She lifted me up and then led us back through the kitchen and up the stairs to their bedroom. As the men followed us into the room I could tell they were both obviously aroused by the fact that D was gently pushing me back onto the bed . . .

As I say, there is a “Part Two” of this chapter . . . still waiting with lots of other entries, for me to find the spare-time to finish, and publish, “More Adventures” . . . but finding that time is so difficult! . . . I mean my “spare-time” is my “fun-time”!!!

Oh, and just in case you prefer pictures instead of words, I thought I would include a photo from my #polaroidspast collection. It’s obviously not from the time of the story above . . . but from a much earlier and much more modest, and quieter, Hot Tub moment.

Modesty Ablaze – Hot Tub – 1986

For more rippling waves . . . and hot stories, you simply must visit this week’s Wicked Wednesday from lapping at the button below!

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Modesty Ablaze in Polaroids Past
Be Proud of Who You Were . . . and Be Proud of Who
You Have Become!

Join me at my #polaroidspast slideshow.

Xxx – K

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A Geo-Thermal #wickedwednesday

“It’s not the steam that bothers me, it’s more that sulphury smell” I said to Hubby as we stopped at the entrance to the Thermal Park. “That’s because it’s geothermal and the hot steam rises up from underground to supply power”,
he replied. “You’ll get used to it in a few minutes”.

“Oh goodness, it’s all fenced off . . . I don’t remember there being fences the last time we were here!!!” I exclaimed as we reached the first stop.
“Well that was 35 years ago” he said. “And anyway, I seem to recall that it opens-up more further on up the valley”.

“I certainly hope so because it look’s like some sort of space-station now”.

“Do you mean we have to walk in between all those hot pipes and things?”
I asked worringly, as we continued on round the next corner.

“Oh, ok, I do remember this part” I said to Hubby as we reached the next rest stop. “Well come on then, you lead the way!”
Then. . . just as we were about to set-off . . . two large tourist buses pulled into the car-park behind us. Did that curtail our explorations?
Well, just watch this space!!!

But, to give you an idea of the view as it was in 1982, I thought I would include the photo below from my #polaroidspast archives.

Modesty Ablaze – Geo-Thermal Park 1982

Jade’s Scavenger Hunt didn’t exist back then of course, but I’m hoping that my return visit last week, will qualify for inclusion as a Geo-Thermal Site location.

But, in the meantime I’m sure you will discover lots more Space Station stories at this week’s Wicked Wednesday from pushing the button below!

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I also have lots of other Scavenger Hunt explorations at
my Scavenger Listings page . . . and now over 100 different locations on
my Scavenger Slideshow page as well!!!   

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Modesty Ablaze in Polaroids Past
Be Proud of Who You Were . . . and Be Proud of Who
You Have Become!

Join me at my #polaroidspast slideshow.

Xxx – K

 

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The Bridal Balcony #wickedwednesday

Weddings are wonderful occasions aren’t they! And I’ve just returned from a lovely week abroad, celebrating a very lavish one indeed!

Of course there is always lots of preparation involved . . . even when one isn’t the bride-to-be!

But I found the best way to start the morning was to step out onto our lovely hotel balcony, and catch some morning sun before leaving for the church.

And yes . . . of course I wore a fascinator . . . though not the same one that I wore for my own wedding photos all those #polaroidspast years ago!!!

You can discover lots more Weddings, present and past, from tapping the
Wicked Wednesday button below!

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Xxx – K

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A Modest Cove #polaroidspast

Modesty Ablaze – Rangiputa Cove – 1981

I’ve always enjoyed being at one with nature, even in 1981 . . . although I was obviously a little more “modest” way back then!!!

Quiet strolls along a beach, feeling the sand between my toes, the rippling of waves at the water’s edge and, of course, a cooling breeze on my . . . skin!!!

So when I learnt that “Nature” was this week’s theme at Marie’s
Wicked Wednesday, I just couldn’t resist dipping back into my
#polaroidspast nature-trails collection.

And I’m sure you will find many more nature-trails and tales from tapping
the button below!

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Modesty Ablaze in Polaroids Past
Be Proud of Who You Were . . . and Be Proud of Who
You Have Become!

Join me at my #polaroidspast slideshow.

Xxx – K

 

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A Modest Profile #wickedwednesday

This week’s theme at Wicked Wednesday, is to compose one’s own Dating Profile. You know . . . for one of those on-line dating applications! So I thought I would add mine to Marie’s list, but it actually wasn’t as easy as I thought it might be! In fact it has taken me most of the day, and . . . being new to all of this, of course . . . I’m still not sure if I’ve done it correctly!

Shy, retiring, mature . . . and modest . . . wall-flower, seeks patient gentlemen for meaningful, long-term, relationships.
Must enjoy quiet, peaceful strolls in the countryside . . . or local parks . . . but equally be happy to accompany me on my travels around the city on public transport (buses and tube).
Must have own camera . . . and a keen and genuine interest in movies is essential!
Must be open-minded and willing to share!
A high tolerance to pain and discomfort would be advantageous!
The ability to maintain a well-stocked wine cellar is an absolute necessity!!!
The successful applicants will be required to undergo a rigorous interview process and, if successful in the first instance, will be subject to regular review and re-appraisal!!!

So . . . I’m sure I’ve missed something obvious and important . . . but do you think I might have many applicants?

Anyway, I’m sure I will be able to find more tips on successful Dating Profiles from clicking the button below!

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Xxx – K

Oh and P.S. – Huge thanks to the lovely, lovely John Tisbury for taking my dating profile photo above!!!

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Modest thoughts #eroticon 2017

I attended my first Eroticon in 2013 and had enjoyed it so much that I was positive I’d be there a year later. But that following year, and in fact every year since, fate had intervened and I’d always been abroad. So imagine my despair when the Eroticon 2017 dates were first announced, and I discovered it was on the same weekend as a very important, pre-planned family event.

But excuses were made, plans were changed, “disappointments” and awkward questions were dodged and diverted . . . as I was so determined to journey to Camden Town for at least one day!

And so I did . . . and I had such a lovely time!!!

I’m not a writer . . . and I don’t even consider modestyablaze to be a “blog” as such . . . but I just hope that my occasional posts will make anyone who comes across them smile, or perhaps even laugh a little . . .  because I always try to approach everything I do with a sense of fun and adventure.

And, with fun and adventure uppermost in my mind, the most important thing I got once again from Eroticon this year, is that sense of “community” . . . that feeling that there ARE actually so many other people out there who share similar sex-positive, body-positive values and one’s individual rights to choose (about everything!!!)

And so to my one day, the Saturday, at Eroticon . . .

Highlights? Well the whole day was a highlight, from Sarah Brynn Holliday’s session on “Blogging as Feminism and Social Justice” right through to the “Steel and Stilettos Fitness Masterclass” with the gorgeous JetSet Jasmine and King Noire (which I felt I just had to attend after the amazing array of luncheon options sponsored by Chaturbate).

And in-between . . . having previously giggled and laughed-in-agreement all the way through both of Girl On The Net’s two books, I giggled and laughed-in-agreement all the way through her wonderfully inspirational “Pitching 101: learn to sell your ideas”. (Whispered quote from Hubby halfway through GOTN’s presentation “she’s the only other woman, apart from you, I’ve ever heard that can say so many words without pausing for breath!”).

Oh . . . and I simply must mention the lovely Pixie and Andrew in their KinkCraft Workshop for their unwavering patience in instructing me how to make a collar, knot by knot. (Was I the last to finish???)

Oh . . . and browsing the wonderful sponsor stalls at break time. Meeting the entirely lovely William from Doxy (STILL the best . . . and more on that soon!!!), swooning over my new blue Dildo from Ceramic Pleasures, feeling the pulsing, tingling #QueenBee from HotOctopuss, and marvelling at all those sparkly coloured creations from Godemiche . . . and, of course, the very different and intriguing Ruby Glow.

And, as I said, experiencing that wonderful sense of “community” from the Friday evening “Meet and Greet”, and “Saturday Night Social” . . . and all the wonderfully friendly and inspirational people there.

If you were there, you will know what I mean . . . if you weren’t then book now for Eroticon 2018 !!!

This week’s theme at Marie’s Wicked Wednesday, is “Meetings” and I’m sure there will be many more “meetings” to attend from tapping the button below!

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Xxx – K

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Marking Milestones #wickedwednesday

Life is full of milestones . . . and I think we probably worry far too much about many of them. Especially reaching that mystical No. 50 !!!

But actually my recent Highlights  Wicked Wednesday post . . . and the fact that Eroticon 2017 is just two weeks away . . . reminded me of when I reached that particular milestone!

Because it was at Eroticon 2013, after attending his wonderful “Erotic Photography Session”, that I nervously approached John Tisbury and asked him if I could commission a private session with him. It was to be Hubby’s birthday gift to me (or one of them!!!) . . .  and it marked what turned into a simply wonderful year.

A year which far from marking an “all downhill from here” sort of feeling, turned into the start of wonderful new adventures and experiences which have developed and continued and in fact spiralled onwards and upwards ever since.

A year in which incredible friendships blossomed and bloomed into what I’m sure will be life-long relationships and liaisons.

And a year in which my modesty really seemed to be set fully ablaze.

So “Frightening 50?” became “Fabulous and Fun 50!” . . . and it just get’s better and better as every year passes.

And as “50” is this week’s theme at, lovely birthday girl, Marie’s Wicked Wednesday, there’s bound to be lots more Fabulous and Fun 50’s to discover by tapping the button below!

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Xxx – K

Oh and P.S. – Huge thanks to the lovely, lovely John Tisbury for one of those 50th Birthday photos above!!!

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From the Bottom of my Heart #wickedwednesday

I always enjoy wishing people fun and laughter . . . and lots of  love . . .
every day of the year of course!!!

But as the theme at this weeks Wicked Wednesday is “Valentines”
I just couldn’t resist the opportunity to wish you all, from the bottom of my heart, an especially happy and loving Valentines 2017.

And if you kiss the lovely Marie’s button below, I’m sure there will be lots of other fun and loving Valentines Wishes to enjoy this Wicked Wednesday!

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Xxx – K

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Modesty Highlights @EroticonUK #wickedwednesday

At Eroticon March 2013.

January marked the fifth year of my blog pages here at modestyablaze.com
. . . so it seems only fitting to celebrate my 5th anniversary as part of this week’s Wicked Wednesday theme of “Highlights”.

Especially as early next month (March 4th and 5th) the Eroticon UK conference takes place here in London.

Because attending my first Eroticon back in 2013 was not only a highlight of the past five years, but one of the contributing factors in encouraging me to develop and continue my on-line adventures as Modesty Ablaze.

Up until that point I’d been a shy (modest) wallflower, occasionally posting excerpts from my “lifestyle” diary archives, curious . . . and cautious . . . and wanting to learn more!

Attending that conference not only changed Modesty Ablaze . . . but was empowering and motivational personally on so many different levels as well. Meeting like-minded people, with so many different experiences and adventures, and with such a sharing sense of “community” was simply wonderful.

It was at Eroticon that I learnt about the wondrously fun Scavenger Hunt, discovered Yes, (the world’s greatest lubricant), saw the brilliantly creative photography of John Tisbury, and viewed and listened in awe to an inspirational video-link-address by Cindy Gallop and her amazing #realworldsex vision of MakeLoveNotPorn.

And of course . . . meeting so many wonderfully open and welcoming . . . fellow attendees, (as I mentioned in my post-Eroticon 13 post from March 2013).

So it truly was a highlight of my years as Modesty Ablaze !!!

Now, I’ve . . . rather inconveniently . . . been abroad on vacation on every occasion Eroticon has been held since that first visit. So I am SO looking forward to attending once again this year.

Oh, and – I’m still rather shy of course . . . so if you should see me there . . . please come-up and say hello, because I’d love to hear all about your experiences and highlights too !!!

And if you tap on the lovely Marie’s Wicked Wednesday button below, you’re sure to discover Highlights from other people . . . some of whom I look forward to meeting at EroticonUK 2017!

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Xxx – K

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