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To Give and To Receive #sinfulsunday

Modestly Giving and Receiving

To give … and to receive … is a wonderfully fulfilling and blessed emotion to share at any time of the year isn’t it!

Wishing all of you … from all of me … a blessed and loving celebration for this time next weekend!!!

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Xxx – K

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A Modest Panty-Line #KOTW

Modesty Ablaze Visible Panty Line KOTW

It had been over three years since Vince had first visited from the Paris office. His boyish good looks and stylish demeanour had me swooning even before I heard him speak with that lovely, so lovely, French accent.

It had been my task to introduce him around the office and begin arranging his first client briefings and meetings. And within two days the CEO decided to add the organisation of his diary to my already busy workload.

But, as you will already know if you’ve read my previous mentions of him in my The Journey, Arrivals & Departures and The Balcony Ebooks here, my initial upset at being given this unwanted responsibility was soon swayed by the young Frenchman’s wit and charm. And it wasn’t long after his first brief stay in London, before our relationship developed into more … much more.

The next two years of his regular visits back and forth between London and Paris always meant at least two or three wonderfully passionate “after work” evenings at the company apartment that was always his for the duration of his stays.

But being a passionate lover wasn’t his only talent and within three years he’d risen up the ranks in the company to quickly become Director of European Operations and his visits became less frequent and for just for a few days at a time. I was no longer in charge of his diary of course, but he’d always call to give me prior notice of his next visit so that I could pre-arrange an “evening out”.

So I was surprised when he breezed into the office on Wednesday morning asking if an office could be arranged for the next two days.

“You didn’t call” I said, resisting my urge to want to jump up and give him a welcoming embrace, despite the fact that he was giving his normal peck on each cheek and vigorous hand shakes and flourishing gestures, to everyone else in the office.

When he did turn back to speak to me, there wasn’t even a hint of apology as he shrugged and said “It’s been all last minute, they want me to do two urgent meetings”.

“Well it would have been nice to know in advance …” I was annoyed at myself for being annoyed, and letting him see that I was.

He leant forward with his hands on my desk smiling broadly but saying nothing. He knew he didn’t have to. “I’m sure I’ll be able to arrange a desk for you” I told him.

“Thank you my darling” he grinned, “I’ll be back at noon, see you then”.

It wasn’t difficult to book-out one of the meeting rooms, especially as it was for him, and only for two days. Two days … but what about the two nights? He’d always given me warning before, always told me how much he wanted to see me, to spend time in my arms again.

He didn’t return for the rest of the day, and didn’t return my text to say I’d blocked-out an office for him for both days. I felt like a spurned school girl as I kept checking my phone for the rest of the afternoon … and even on the journey home.

Hubby’s assertions that I was over-reacting didn’t help, and his suggestion that I should just ask him in the morning about his plans for that evening, made me even more annoyed. He’d always been the one to ask me in the past. To tease and entice me. I shouldn’t have to be the one doing the chasing.

But ….

I’ve never been one for short skirts in the office, at least not as short as many of the other girls. They were mostly younger … and more able to carry off shorter lengths and different styles than I. But as I readied for the morning commute I’d already made up mind to remind him of what he’d missed the previous night … or what he could still enjoy for the evening ahead.

I chose my favourite white blouse and tweed skirt, mid-length but loose and flirty enough to show a glimpse of the black band of my hold-ups if I tried. And I intended to try.

My long coat, and black panties, would make my bus journey into the office safe and respectable, but I planned to lose both once I arrived.

He was already in when I arrived. I could see him sitting at the desk through the blinds, on the phone and scribbling notes on the pad in front of him.

He was still on the phone when I returned from the coffee machine. I paused at the door to furtively unbutton the top three buttons on my blouse. I don’t really have a cleavage to show off, but I knew he would be able to tell I was without a bra. I knew because I’d practiced at home … and in the restroom after I’d arrived.

I closed the door behind me and walked across to his desk. He looked up and smiled a greeting, still in conversation, but pausing as I leaned forward to put his coffee on top of his writing pad. I could tell from the pause in his voice, and the excited smile, that he had seen what I’d wanted him to see.

I stepped back to the meeting table and pulled one of the chairs out and away from the desk, to sit down with my back to the blinds of the glass partition to the corridor beyond, but directly facing him. I leaned back in the chair, opening my legs and sliding back the hem of my skirt. I’d practiced this at home too, and knew that having removed my panties in the restroom earlier, he would again be seeing what I wanted him to see.

He was speaking quickly in French so I couldn’t tell to whom, nor the nature of the conversation, but I could tell he was bringing it to an abrupt end.

“You are a very naughty lady” he laughed as he stood and walked to the table, sitting down in the chair across from me. I knew anyone looking in from the corridor would see only my back and him sitting opposite me.

“You’ve always told me that was what you like about me” I smiled, leaning back further in the chair …

(to be continued if you ask me nicely)!!!


The above is an excerpt from a Chapter from “Modesty Unleashed”, the eighth of my “Modesty Ablaze Diaries of a London Hotwife” Ebooks which is soon to be published at my Amazon, Gumroad, Fun Store and Etsy pages.

The current theme at Kink of the Week is VPN (Virtual Panty Line) but, on this occasion I certainly didn’t have one of those …


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As is always the case in my Modesty Ablaze Diaries editions, the names of all of my “friends” here have been changed for the purpose of maintaining anonymity!

Xxx- K

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Modestly Lost in Lust #KOTW

Modesty Ablaze Lost in Lust

The first part of this excerpt from my “Modesty Ablaze Diaries of a London Hotwife” was shared at last week’s Wicked Wednesday Epiphany … so today’s excerpt follows on directly from where Hilary led me away from the bar.


On our previous visits to the club, my first venture away from the bar had always been to one of the private rooms off of the main corridor. Rooms with a lockable door where it was possible to indulge on a more personal level with someone I’d met at the bar … and decided I’d like to “get-to-know-better”. And always with Hubby at my side, even if it was just with a single gentleman. That was our thing, I might play, Hubby would watch, or perhaps join-in if we all felt comfortable. But now Hilary had led me into the open-plan main play room, the largest space in the club with cushioned benches along three sides, and a large, very large, play-bed in the middle.

As my eyes adjusted to the dimmer lighting, I could see there was already a couple enjoying themselves on the bed, with a number of onlookers standing close by. Hilary led me over to where two gentlemen were sitting in the corner of the room. They were engrossed in conversation and not appearing to be watching what was happening on the bed, but they looked up with wide smiles as we reached them. Still holding my hand Hilary said “This is K”. Both of them stood to kiss Hilary on the cheek and then turned to introduce themselves.

“I’m Graham” said the taller of the two. “Pleasure to meet you”. The shorter, broader, gentleman introduced himself as Phil and immediately sat back down, taking me by the hand and guiding me to sit down next to him. I glanced back across the room and could just make out Hubby standing with several other people in the shadows near the door.

Graham had also sat down, or rather was pushed down by Hilary who had dropped to her knees between his legs and was immediately undoing his belt. I giggled nervously as Phil said to me “so you’re a friend of Hilary’s then?”
I had to turn away from watching Hilary’s progress to answer Phil’s question, and tell him that we’d really only just met at the bar earlier. “She’s quite a lady” Phil laughed. “So are you new here then?”

“No, we’ve been coming for a month or so” I replied. “My husband’s over there in the corner” I said, trying to sound confident and assured.
“Will he mind me doing this?” Phil said as he began running his hand across the front of my dress.

I knew my nipples were already erect beneath the satin, and the touch of his hands was making them even harder. Harder and tingling. I lifted my head back against the wall behind us and closed my eyes as he bent forward to suck at them through my dress. Then I felt his other hand sliding over my inner thigh. He dropped both hands onto my knees and parted my legs wider. I pushed my head back further as I felt his fingers already stroking against me. I lifted my bum and slid forwards on the leather, my knees wide apart now and gasping as I felt fingers pushing gently inside. I knew I was sighing and gasping, even if I couldn’t hear myself. But I could hear him telling me “Fuck you’re wet”.

I was amazed at myself being this aroused, so quickly, with a man I’d said less than a few words too. I felt myself squirming on his hand, pushing against it, yet accepting … and wanting … his slow and gentle thrusting. I opened my eyes searching the shadows for Hubby but couldn’t see him. I could sense shuffling next to me though and looked down to see Hilary on her back, her dress pulled up to her waist and Graham’s bare bum adjusting itself between her raised legs.

Phil was moving me round now as well, sliding me by the hips further along the leather and kneeling up on the bench. I felt myself being pulled along so that I was now laying back with the back of my head down on the bench and both of Phil’s hands spreading me wide, one fingering into me and the other expertly swirling around my clit. I came really quickly, surprising myself with my own loud screaming.

Laying completely on my back I could hear the bouncing sounds on the leather of Graham obviously fucking Hilary behind me … and her own loud grunting in time with his pumping. My recovery was interrupted though by Phil lifting me up by my arms. “The bed is free now” he said. As he led me across to the mattress I saw Hubby again, sitting down on the bench next to the side of the bed. He was smiling and nodding his head, so I knew he’d enjoyed watching me with my new friend.

Phil had kicked off his shoes and was stepping out of his trousers now. He fell back onto the bed as I kicked off my own shoes and knelt down beside him. His erection was standing up at an impressively vertical angle and I couldn’t resist reaching out to stroke it. It was hard, and quite plump, and very warm.

I felt the mattress dip and Hilary was suddenly on her back next to Phil, she was completely naked now, except for a black suspender belt and one stocking. I giggled and pointed at her bare leg. “I gave it to Fifi” she said pointing back behind us. “One of his was laddered”. Fifi was a wonderfully outgoing cross-dresser Hubby and I had met on our first visit to the club, and on every occasion since. A regular at the bar, and in the glory hole corridor too, as he always loved to tell us. As I turned back to Phil I could see he’d pulled a condom from his pocket and was rolling it down over himself. A completely naked Graham had joined us on the bed now next to me and was doing the same to himself. “Not quite as impressive as Phil” I thought to myself, but from Hilary’s noises earlier, I’d gathered he’d filled one condom already.

Phil was pulling me closer to him now, obviously ready and expectant. I lifted my right leg over him and slid myself forward on his thighs, teasingly shuffling forwards until I could feel his erection against me. “Not with your shirt on” I told him as I leant forwards and unbuttoned him to reveal quite a hairy chest. He sat up to pull his arms free … then, as I threw his shirt to one side … he leaned further forward and lifted my dress up as well. “Not with your dress on” he laughed. I lifted my arms up and bent forward as he pulled my dress over my head …


The above is from a Chapter from “Modesty Unleashed”, the eighth of my “Modesty Ablaze Diaries of a London Hotwife” Ebooks which is soon to be published at my Amazon, Gumroad, Fun Store and Etsy pages.

But, in the meantime … if you’ve read down this far and would like to read how things on the bed continued … I’m hoping to add more of this chapter to the appropriately themed “Gang Bang” Kink of the Week page in the next few days.


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P.s. – The photo above is not actually from this Club evening (cameras not allowed of course), rather it is from one of our other multi-fun evenings in a more private venue!
And of course, as is always the case in my Modesty Ablaze Diaries editions, the names of all of my “friends” here have been changed for the purpose of maintaining anonymity!

Xxx- K

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Modest Epiphany #wickedwednesday

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We were becoming regulars at The Club now … so much so that B, our lovely hostess, welcomed us for our fourth Saturday evening visit in a row with “See, I said that you would be coming every week”, laughing at her own choice of wording. “We’re like your local pub now aren’t we”.

“Well I could hardly wear this at our local pub now could I”, I giggled in reply as I took off my coat before sending Hubby downstairs to the cloakroom with it.

“No perhaps not” she said as she hugged me and kissed us both on each cheek. “It is very sexy. You look so beautiful and amazing. As you always do of course”.

I was wearing a brand new, short, red satin dress I’d brought specifically for the Club. Easy to lift off over my head, with loosely laced open sides which clearly revealed I wasn’t wearing anything at all underneath.

With B as such an affectionate chaperone … and her continuing flattering comments week on week … I was growing in confidence and losing my inhibitions more and more with every visit. And knowing that Hubby was enjoying all the fun attentions I was receiving as much as I was, meant I was striving to “dress to impress” with a different new outfit for every visit.

But despite feeling more at ease than I had on our first few visits, I would still always insist on arriving early-ish, to give me time for a few glasses of wine to settle the initial butterflies.

I was still chatting to B when Hubby returned from the cloakroom, but before we could order our drinks she linked her arms through each of ours and said “Come, I want you to meet some one”. She led us around the corner of the bar and up to a very striking blonde lady sitting on her own in the far corner. “Hilary, this is K and her lovely Hubby”.

Hilary beamed and immediately took my hand “Your dress is absolutely gorgeous” she said. “B has told me all about you both and she is absolutely right, you are stunning”. She continued squeezing my hand as she nodded to a tall man who had suddenly appeared behind us. “This is my other half, Steve. Buy this lovely couple a drink darling”. She patted the empty stool next to her and said “Sit and tell me about yourselves, B tells me you’re quite new to the scene”.

I giggled rather nervously and explained we’d actually been visiting every week for the past month or so now, but hadn’t been to any other swinging clubs previously. “I haven’t seen you here before though” I said.

She smiled and said they’d been abroad for several months but had returned during the week and she couldn’t wait to get back to “our favourite fun place”, emphasising “fun place” with a wonderfully wicked laugh and sweeping hand gesture.

I was immediately warming to her outgoing personality, and I could tell Hubby was quite taken with her as well as he and Steve passed us our drinks. We were soon sharing our experiences and life-stories with such ease and openness … and I was telling her things without a second thought … pausing only to instruct Hubby to get another round of drinks for us all.

“I’m a slut and I love it” she was squeezing Hubby’s hand now, “spent 12 years in a boring sexless marriage and now I’m making up for lost time” she laughed. “Fuck anything with a hard one”.

We’d been chatting and laughing … and squeezing each others hand … for quite some time now, and it was getting busier and noisier around us with more arrivals, many of whom Hilary seemed to be on nodding terms with.

She reached over again, took me by the hand and stood up. “Come on, let’s go and find some fun”. She winked at Hubby and said “are you going to join us?” as she stepped between him and Steve … and led me down the corridor towards the main playroom.


The above is Part One of a Chapter from “Modesty Unleashed”, the eighth of my “Modesty Ablaze Diaries of a London Hotwife” Ebooks which is soon to be published at my Amazon, Gumroad, Fun Store and Etsy pages.

And … if you’ve read down this far … I’m hoping to add Part Two of this chapter to the appropriately themed “Gang Bang” Kink of the Week page in the next few days.


However, in the meantime, for lots more “Epiphany” moments, I suggest you visit this week’s theme at Wicked Wednesday, by clicking on the lovely rainbow button below!

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Xxx- K

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Modestly Digital #wickedwednesday #KOTW & #4Thoughts

Mistress Modesty Digital at Wicked Wednesday

This week’s Wicked Wednesday theme is “Digital” … asking how one feels about living in a digital world.

Now I’m not really very technical and usually struggle with anything to do with technology, but the digital age we live in has certainly helped me “expand upon” all my fun new hobbies. And, has certainly allowed me to meet lots … and lots and lots … of fun people. Such as Vinyl Man1, the lovely gentleman who helped me with some of my earliest photos for my, then new, Mistress Modesty site.

For more Digital thoughts just tap on the Wicked Wednesday Rainbow below.

Oh, and as the current theme at Kink of The Week is “Fucking Machines” I thought that, as I’m wearing my very own Fucking Machine in this photo, it would be appropriate to join-in there too.

And “Bloopers” at 4 Thoughts ??? … well as you might imagine, this red-machine of mine has encountered a few Bloopers over the years!

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Xxx- K

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Modest Dungeons #KOTW #wickedwednesday & #4Thoughts

Mistress Modesty Wicked Dungeons

For last week’s Sinful Sunday post Something beginning with … I mentioned how my journey here at Modesty Ablaze had sent me in many new directions and on many new exciting adventures.

And in fact I’m not ashamed to admit that I became almost addicted to embracing every new opportunity, and every new path, that Modesty led me on. Some that I would never ever have imagined, or some that had perhaps been a fantasy that I’d never thought I would dare to indulge.

And certainly one of the latter, was the unfolding evolution of Mistress Modesty into what I’d once perceived as a dark world of dungeons and damp cellars, leather and chains.

But I was intrigued, and entranced, by the thought of willing submissives, begging to be caged and beaten, blindfolded and gagged, presenting their naked and humbled bodies to the will and whim of a powerful Dominatrix.

Possibly it was the thoughts of having that power, that control, so unusual in my “normal, real” world.
Possibly it was the arousing thoughts of being worshipped and adored, without the expectation or need of reciprocation.
Perhaps it was a little of both those things.

But as my journey, and connections … and bookings … grew, it actually became more about the fun of the different experiences and different people involved.

And that is how it has continued over the years since. An overwhelming sense of fun and satisfaction with every new session … and every new sensation.

And hopefully it is an addiction that I can continue to enjoy for many years still to come.

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Xxx- K

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Modestly Cucking #KOTW #wickedwednesday & #4Thoughts

Modesty Ablaze on Cuckolding at #KOTW

The current theme at Kink of the Week is “Cuckolding” … so although our relationship is not, strictly speaking, exclusively a Cuckolding one … how could I possibly not join in?

Because, as I explained in an earlier post this week, Hubby does actually quite often get to join-in the fun!!!

But the “idea” of Cuckolding is definitely a Kink … for the both of us.

It started from my confession to Hubby all those years ago of my office affair.

His revelation that he actually enjoyed knowing I was experiencing the thrills and excitement of sex with another man, started us on a wonderful journey of sharing each of our kinks and desires … one of which was Hubby’s fantasy of watching me with another man.

It didn’t happen immediately of course. Neither I, nor that particular lover, were ready for that sort of inclusion straight away! Rather my affair continued, (awkwardly at first as my lover found the knowledge that my husband knew of our relationship, disconcerting and “weird”), with me returning home each evening to relive all the details to an excited Hubby expectantly waiting-up for me on the sofa.

Unexpectedly I soon realised I was as excited as Hubby was in recounting the where’s, how’s and what’s of each nights encounter. And, even more unexpectedly, I actually found myself excited during the evening, knowing that I would be returning home and reliving every kiss and touch … and thrust!

Slowly my lover’s unease about the situation began to change. He started asking lots of questions about Hubby’s reactions, and eventually, he agreed for the three of us to meet. That’s all it was at first, just meeting for drinks, and for my two men to get to know one another. And they actually got along very well.

It still took several months after that first social meeting however, for my lover to become comfortable enough to agree for Hubby to join us in our hotel room, after I promised he would be made to sit quietly in the corner and not speak or move. And so our first Cuckolding experience was christened.

There were nervous flutters for all of us … but I did feel quite a thrill from my mock “headmistress” finger pointing instruction to Hubby “sit on that chair, not a peep until you’re spoken to”. And Hubby told me later he felt the same way. (And this was decades before morphing into my Mistress Modesty persona).

It started slowly, and differently, as it was bound to I suppose. But once we were lost in our embraces the normal lust and passion returned. Hubby was allowed to speak of course … during our natural breaks … and dutifully topped-up our glasses and fed us both grapes and melon slices.

For my part I found it all wonderfully exciting and arousing, and it made the evening even more thrilling and empowering than before. My lover however, didn’t feel the same way, telling me later that sharing didn’t give him the same thrill that it obviously did for Hubby and myself.

But Hubby loved his “role-play” mode of the humiliated Cuckold, and I absolutely loved playing along to his kink (and now mine) of the lustful Hotwife.

That first affair eventually fizzled out as office affairs generally do. And though all of my subsequent lovers were always told of our “open-relationship” lifestyle from the outset, not many felt comfortable enough to join in with Hubby’s “loves to watch” kink. But happily … very happily … for us, we have been lucky enough over the years, to meet several other gentlemen who have enjoyed, and benefitted from, our Cuckold fetish. (One of whom appears above!)

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Xxx- K

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Modest Leather #wickedwednesday and #4Thoughts_Fiction and #KOTW

Mistress Modesty loves Leather

New “hobbies” always open-up new experiences and often change one’s perception of certain things, and previously held likes and dislikes don’t they.

And that was certainly the case when I first embarked upon my Femdom fun adventures.

It was obvious that I would need a complete new wardrobe … and accessories. Not that I’ve ever been averse to a new wardrobe of course!!!

Previously the only leather garments in my wardrobe(s) had been “normal” coats and jackets. And, in fact for my first Mistressing outfits my initial choices were all in Latex. I loved the shiny look and feel of the garments as I browsed the racks at both of the shops my Mistressing mentors had recommended.

But although I loved my new outfits, and felt much more in-tune with my new “persona” when I was wearing them, it was actually the purchase of my first accessories that really led to my new love. Leather.

My first two items, a stranded heavy leather flogger and a lovely spanking slapper, just had that smell and feel about them that had me intoxicated in a way I hadn’t experienced with my normal leather coats and jackets.

Perhaps it was that rawness … and knowing the intention of their purpose … that made me want to inhale and savour that smell even more. And to feel the strength and yet caress of that texture against ones skin. Suddenly the clingy and difficult to get into, and out of, sticky latex was pushed to the back of my wardrobe to be replaced by lots, and lots, of new garments in my new Pleasure, my new love … and yes even my new Desire for … Leather !!!

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Modest Lipstick Lips #KOTW #wickedwednesday

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I do think it’s just so important … to take good care of one’s lips!

After all, it’s probably one of the things that people will remember most
after a first meeting, don’t you think?

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So I like to keep them smooth and moist … and yes occasionally add a touch of my favourite red lipstick to make them even more kissable … and memorable!!!

For more about Lips and Lipstick at this week’s Kink of the Week, just kiss the luscious red lips below.

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And, as you can imagine, I always make sure to have my lipstick close to hand wherever my travels may take me. Which just happens to be this week’s theme at Wicked Wednesday.

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Xxx- K

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Modest Mornings #KOTW #wickedwednesday

Modesty Ablaze Morning Glory Kink of the Week

This week at Kink of The Week we are urged to “Let’s Get Our Kink On and talk about: Morning Sex”

Well … I’ve never really been a morning person … my normal daily schedule is to roll over as I awake to Hubby sliding out of bed and then to peacefully doze until he returns with my morning cup of tea, before I have to haul myself up to shower and prepare for the morning commute.

At weekends of course I indulge in a slightly longer lie-in, waiting to be brought that first cup of tea, and breakfast in bed.

But, back in those halcyon days of a few years ago, when we were able to entertain one or other of my lovers with an occasional weekend sleep-over, well that would make for a different sort of waking-up all together.

Then, inevitably, I’d awake to early morning caresses and kisses … from each side of me … and no thoughts or mention of cups of tea whatsoever. At least not for the next hour or so, as we resumed our fun from where we’d exhaustingly finished the night before.

Those wake-ups … such as my Morning Glory or By Morning Light fun … would always start at a much calmer and slower pace than where we’d left off the previous evening. With long warm and lovely kisses, gentle stirrings and strokings, and soft whispers and giggles as we remembered and recounted what had happened “last night”.

And whilst those particular occasions will always bring back special memories, they also characterise “morning sex” for me. Soft and warm, slow and gentle, and in some ways more intimate than other, later-in-the-day liaisons (even with the same lover). Not necessarily more fulfilling, not necessarily more passionate or engulfing … just different.

And different is what makes the world more enjoyable isn’t it !!!

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Kink of the Week

This week’s theme at the lovely Marie’s Wicked Wednesday is Heirlooms.
I know that, strictly speaking, Memories are not exactly Heirlooms, but possibly sort-of ??? Let’s investigate together by tapping the button below.

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Xxx- K

Pour Modesty Ablaze A Glass of Wine

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