“You did say Edging was on your list didn’t you?” I asked as I settled down to make myself comfortable.
“What’s that . . . I can’t hear you when you mumble.” I laughed.
“You know what your next lesson is going to be, don’t you??”
“Not to speak with your mouth full !!!”
This month’s theme at Sinful Sunday is for views from Down Low,
and I am sure there will lots more looking-up and down to be discovered
by licking the lips below!
Xxx – K
Do you prefer your Playtime Fun with the lights off . . . or the lights on ???
Well . . . I usually prefer them on . . . so that I can see more clearly exactly what I’m doing, and how I’m doing it!!!
But there will be lots more answers about “One Shot Two Ways” to be discovered by slapping the Sinful Sunday rub lips below!
Xxx – K
Despite my “Modest Run Rate” sinful post last month, I’m not really a fan of cricket . . . but I do so enjoy playing with Bat and Balls !!!
So . . . I was wondering . . . is there such a thing in Cricket as a “Boobly” ???
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Be sure to visit . . . and why not join-in . . . Boobday sharing, this and
every Friday, by clicking on Hyacinth’s lovely cleavage below!
Xxx – K
“Further and faster . . . I thought you said you knew how to please !!!”
In my view, communication should always be a “two way thing”. On the one hand, clear and concise instruction . . . and on the other hand, clear and concise acknowledgement.
For more tips and advice on Good Communication Habits, visit this week’s F4TF by . . . licking . . . the F4TF play-button below!
Xxx- K
The questions at this week’s Food For Thought did make me giggle when
I saw them. The first of which I hadn’t thought about for years, the second of which I think about all the time.
1) What did you want to be when you were little?
I wanted to be either, an Astronaut . . . the first woman in space . . . Yes,
I really, really did!!!
But the closest I came to that, was a visit to The Space Observatory a few years ago with the lovely Curvaceous Dee.
Or . . . I wanted to be a Nurse . . . helping people relieve their aches and pains
. . . which I have had much more experience with over the past few years!
And that second question?
2) As an adult what would you most like to get paid to do?
Well the answer to that is easy. I’d like to be paid to be . . . permanently
on Holiday !!!
For more thoughts on “Careers and Aspirations” just stroke
the F4TF play-button below!
Xxx- K
It’s been a frantic, busy, busy week. But what better way to soothe one’s tensions than a nice, calming, Saturday afternoon workout!
And I have another appointment this afternoon . . . so won’t get back to my normal Sunday reading until very late this evening.
But I’m positive there will be many more fun and calming images to be found at
this week’s Sinful Sunday from gently flogging the lips below!
Xxx – K
As you may remember, I’ve begun to familiarise myself with the game of cricket over the past year. Especially after being told so many times how skilled I am with bats and balls. And, as we are presently hosting the Cricket World Cup,
I thought I would explain some of the basic rules and procedures necessary for one to enjoy the game to it’s fullest extent.
Firstly, let’s practice in the nets. I normally prefer mine in black of course, but that would hardly be appropriate apparel . . . and would definitely be considered as un-sportsmanlike behaviour . . . which I always try to avoid.
However, one’s stance can often be used to upset the bowlers concentration,
and try to put him off his stride . . . referred to as “sledging” !!! Mmm . . .
Which may have the affect of him bowling a “wide”, which the umpire (that quiet gentleman standing nearby in a hat and white blazer), will signal by making a gesture like this . . . well not exactly like this! (He always keeps his blazer on).
Or, if he makes a gesture like this, it means the bowler has taken one step too far
. . . and it’s ruled as a “no ball” . . . or a “free hit” to you and me . . . and I always enjoy free-hits!
And both arms held wide like this, signifies that the bats-person has whacked the ball so hard . . . and I do love whacking balls really, really hard . . . that it has scored a “six” (so obviously, that’s where “six of the best” has come from then!)
By the way, these white-boards-on-wheels that I’m standing in front of, are called Sight Screens and are to help us bats-people see the bowlers balls more clearly . . . they’ve cleverly thought of everything haven’t they!
So let’s leave the boundary and stroll out into the middle . . . as you can see, the covers are completely off . . . so they are not expecting a “sticky wicket” today.
But let me tell you . . . once I’ve enjoyed a few overs . . . things may get just a little sticky later on. And I don’t mean if rain stops play!!!
So there you have it . . . I do hope that my short introduction has given a
better appreciation of what is happening when you hear that wonderful sharp smacking sound . . . of bat on balls . . . whether it is on the local village green, or on this summer’s television screens.
There will probably be lots more whacking sights and sounds, to be found at
this week’s Sinful Sunday from gently smacking the lips below!
P.S. – I don’t think there is a “Cricket Pitch” category at
Jade’s fun Scavenger Hunt pages just yet, so I’m hoping that this may
start something new.
There are lots more of my Scavenger Hunt excursions at my
Listings page . . . where there are now over 120 different locations.
Most of which are on my Scavenger Slideshow page as well!!!
Xxx – K
“You are far too young to remember the dance” I giggled as my sub begged me to Twist ‘more and more please Mistress’ !!!
“Of course, it was well before my time too !!!” I laughed as I rotated further.
“But I do remember seeing people enjoying themselves on the television. Swivelling and Twisting their hips from side to side . . . much like you are doing right now. They all seemed to enjoy it as well”.
And I do seem to recall the song was sung by someone called Chubby . . .
quite appropriate really . . . don’t you think?”
For more “Twisted” thoughts this Wicked Wednesday, gently
twist the button below !!!
Xxx- K
This week’s prompt of “Laughter” at Wicked Wednesday . . . and of “Landmarks” at Food For Thought Friday . . . just seem to fit so well together that I couldn’t resist re-posting my thoughts from a previous Wicked Wednesday post a few years ago.
I’ve always thought it’s important to be able to laugh at oneself from time-to-time, and I always try to not take things too seriously. And memories from many of those landmark moments often bring giggles and laughter.
So, recalling personal landmarks from my Modesty Ablaze timeline over the years:
From my Seventy-Teenies:
Rebelling from Catholic school tie and gymslips by day, to punk rocker by night down in deepest darkest Soho. I will never be old. Meet a boy with strange accent . . . a little older? Just a little. But . . . he works in the bar at the Marquee club in Wardour Street. Free tickets, free drinks at the bar! He likes me! The Clash, Siouxsie, The Damned, The Jam . . . wild times, wild nights. I’ll never grow old!
To my Eighty-Twenties:
I’ll never grow old. Leaving school. New job. Same boy, think he likes me. Summer holidays, island hopping Greek Islands. Different job. Same boy, think I like him. Flying to the bottom half of the world. I’ll never grow old! Returning home. Leaving home. Sinful living, same boy, we like each other. I’m never growing old, in fact I’m feeling younger.
And my Eighty-MidTwenties (almost):
Same boy. He loves me, I love him. White Wedding. Route 66, Everglades, Sunsets over Key West. I’ll never grow old! In fact, I’m feeling younger.
To my Ninety-Twenties:
New home. Same boy. Children. Love them. Suddenly . . . I’m getting older.
And my Two Thousand Thirties:
School run mornings. Back to work. Office affair. Oh God, what’s happening? I’m a wife, a mother, I should be being responsible, I’m not a youngster anymore. What to do? Must stop, can’t stop. Come clean to same boy. He says he knows already! He understands, he loves me. He thinks it’s fun. He doesn’t mind. I love him. I’m never growing old, in fact I’m feeling younger.
Oh suddenly it’s Two Thousand Forties:
Same boy. New job. New affair(s). Oh God. Can’t stop. Never growing old, in fact feeling younger.
And my Two Thousand Mid-Forties:
Same boy. Swinging fun, such fun. Three-somes, Four-somes, More-somes.
Oh God. Can’t stop. Never growing old, in fact feeling even younger.
To my Two Thousand Fifties:
Same boy. More fun, such fun. FemDom, Mistressing, Crops & Canes. Can’t stop. Won’t stop. Too much fun to stop.
I can’t possibly be getting old, in fact I’m feeling younger, ever younger.
To the years flying by to Two Thousand Mid-Fifties:
Same boy. Lots more fun, new friends, more whips & strap-ons. Don’t want to stop. Hoping it won’t stop. Too much fun to stop. Years seem to pass ever quicker . . . but I’m still feeling younger, wanting younger!
Do I have any goals / landmarks still to achieve?
Oooh . . . never to let an opportunity pass by !!!
For more “Laughter” and “Landmark” memories and hopes for the future just click on the two buttons below!
Xxx- K
“You’re late!” I growled to Sub T as he scrambled into the chambers mumbling apologies and excuses. “I’ve had to sit here entertaining myself browsing through the bookshelf”.
“Now get over here and let’s see how you measure up with some of these!”
“Mmm . . . well perhaps I can work with that . . . but you’ll have to learn that I never tolerate lateness.”
“So let’s just see if you’re still so confident after I’ve got my slapper out . . . and of course . . . if you can take my own Big Penis !!!”
And if you slap the Sinful Sunday lips below, I’m sure there will lot’s more confidence on show!!!
Xxx – K
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