If you’re one of my Pour Me A Glass Members you’ll know that occasionally … very, very occasionally … I enjoy being on the receiving end of some rope bondage fun.
And today’s #boobday Friday is a screenshot from one of those PMAG videos just after I’d been released from my restraints. Perhaps if you look closely you may just see my under-boob and armband markings.
BoobDay is about celebration and support. ‘Boob’ is a term that is intended to be gender neutral and it includes the chests and breasts of all sorts of folks. BoobDay is not limited to cisgender women. Basically, if you want to celebrate the beauty of boobs and join in with like-minded, body-positive, people who are embracing their curves or lack thereof, this is the link-up for you!
Thank you for all your messages about myBoobDay postings. Do let me know from my “Contact” page if you would like to join-in and add some BoobDay celebrations of your own, because I would be delighted to add your own photos to my pages here. I’m sure you’ll find it wonderfully empowering … and lots of lovely fun!!!
And . . . if you would like to see more of my over 350 BoobDays now, you may >tweak me here<
Xxx – K
P.s. If you’ve read my “Modestly Returning” post at the beginning of April 2024, you will know that most of my content here was lost, or corrupted, at the beginning of 2022. We are slowly working on re-instating that lost content, and repairing the broken links, so please bear with us. I hope this won’t dampen your enjoyment here.
More and more nowadays I find I have to remind myself to be conscious of my balance whilst taking a bath. After all, I certainly wouldn’t want to slip and spill my wine now would I ???
And I think for my latest #boobday Fridays post, I managed it quite well, don’t you think?
BoobDay is about celebration and support. ‘Boob’ is a term that is intended to be gender neutral and it includes the chests and breasts of all sorts of folks. BoobDay is not limited to cisgender women. Basically, if you want to celebrate the beauty of boobs and join in with like-minded, body-positive, people who are embracing their curves or lack thereof, this is the link-up for you!
Thank you for all your messages about myBoobDay postings. Do let me know from my “Contact” page if you would like to join-in and add some BoobDay celebrations of your own, because I would be delighted to add your own photos to my pages here. I’m sure you’ll find it wonderfully empowering … and lots of lovely fun!!!
And . . . if you would like to see more of my over 350 BoobDays now, you may >tweak me here<
Xxx – K
P.s. If you’ve read my “Modestly Returning” post at the beginning of April 2024, you will know that most of my content here was lost, or corrupted, at the beginning of 2022. We are slowly working on re-instating that lost content, and repairing the broken links, so please bear with us. I hope this won’t dampen your enjoyment here.
As I know I’ve often mentioned before … I do love my modest accessories … particularly my necklaces.
So I thought I would model another one here for my latest #boobday Fridays update. I do hope you will enjoy it too!!!
BoobDay is about celebration and support. ‘Boob’ is a term that is intended to be gender neutral and it includes the chests and breasts of all sorts of folks. BoobDay is not limited to cisgender women. Basically, if you want to celebrate the beauty of boobs and join in with like-minded, body-positive, people who are embracing their curves or lack thereof, this is the link-up for you!
Thank you for all your messages about myBoobDay postings. Do let me know from my “Contact” page if you would like to join-in and add some BoobDay celebrations of your own, because I would be delighted to add your own photos to my pages here. I’m sure you’ll find it wonderfully empowering … and lots of lovely fun!!!
And . . . if you would like to see more of my over 350 BoobDays now, you may >tweak me here<
Xxx – K
P.s. If you’ve read my “Modestly Returning” post at the beginning of April 2024, you will know that most of my content here was lost, or corrupted, at the beginning of 2022. We are slowly working on re-instating that lost content, and repairing the broken links, so please bear with us. I hope this won’t dampen your enjoyment here.
Excuse me whilst I just prepare a quick lunchtime snack … would you care to take a nibble?
And do check back here at my #boobday Fridays for regular updates!!!
BoobDay is about celebration and support. ‘Boob’ is a term that is intended to be gender neutral and it includes the chests and breasts of all sorts of folks. BoobDay is not limited to cisgender women. Basically, if you want to celebrate the beauty of boobs and join in with like-minded, body-positive, people who are embracing their curves or lack thereof, this is the link-up for you!
Thank you for all your messages about myBoobDay postings. Do let me know from my “Contact” page if you would like to join-in and add some BoobDay celebrations of your own, because I would be delighted to add your own photos to my pages here. I’m sure you’ll find it wonderfully empowering … and lots of lovely fun!!!
And . . . if you would like to see more of my over 350 BoobDays now, you may >tweak me here<
Xxx – K
P.s. If you’ve read my “Modestly Returning” post at the beginning of April 2024, you will know that most of my content here was lost, or corrupted, at the beginning of 2022. We are slowly working on re-instating that lost content, and repairing the broken links, so please bear with us. I hope this won’t dampen your enjoyment here.
I think we’d all agree that sometimes a little maintenance is required!
So do check back here at my #boobday Fridays for regular updates!!!
BoobDay is about celebration and support. ‘Boob’ is a term that is intended to be gender neutral and it includes the chests and breasts of all sorts of folks. BoobDay is not limited to cisgender women. Basically, if you want to celebrate the beauty of boobs and join in with like-minded, body-positive, people who are embracing their curves or lack thereof, this is the link-up for you!
Thank you for all your messages about myBoobDay postings. Do let me know from my “Contact” page if you would like to join-in and add some BoobDay celebrations of your own, because I would be delighted to add your own photos to my pages here. I’m sure you’ll find it wonderfully empowering … and lots of lovely fun!!!
And . . . if you would like to see more of my over 350 BoobDays now, you may >tweak me here<
Xxx – K
P.s. If you’ve read my “Modestly Returning” post at the beginning of April 2024, you will know that most of my content here was lost, or corrupted, at the beginning of 2022. We are slowly working on re-instating that lost content, and repairing the broken links, so please bear with us. I hope this won’t dampen your enjoyment here.
A good morning Boobday from my holiday pool … snapped early in the morning before the other apartment residents are awake (or at least before they begin popping down with their towels for the sunbeds!!!)
Now off down to the beach for our own stretch of sand … where we don’t have to worry about upsetting people with our enjoyment of not having to wear bathing-costumes!!!
And I’m sure I will have lots of beach #boobday Fridays to share in the coming weeks!!!
BoobDay is about celebration and support. ‘Boob’ is a term that is intended to be gender neutral and it includes the chests and breasts of all sorts of folks. BoobDay is not limited to cisgender women. Basically, if you want to celebrate the beauty of boobs and join in with like-minded, body-positive, people who are embracing their curves or lack thereof, this is the link-up for you!
Thank you for all your messages about myBoobDay postings. Do let me know from my “Contact” page if you would like to join-in and add some BoobDay celebrations of your own, because I would be delighted to add your own photos to my pages here. I’m sure you’ll find it wonderfully empowering … and lots of lovely fun!!!
And . . . if you would like to see more of my over 350 BoobDays now, you may >tweak me here<
Xxx – K
P.s. If you’ve read my “Modestly Returning” post at the beginning of April 2024, you will know that most of my content here was lost, or corrupted, at the beginning of 2022. We are slowly working on re-instating that lost content, and repairing the broken links, so please bear with us. I hope this won’t dampen your enjoyment here.
For my Boobday Duopost in early July, I mentioned how I always enjoy wonderful, naughty, fun whenever I meet with the lovelySheLover.
And even more so when we are given lovely “support” from the equally lovely HeLover. Definitely more on that at a later date!!!
In the meantime I thought this would be lovely for this week’s #boobday Friday. Don’t you agree?
BoobDay is about celebration and support. ‘Boob’ is a term that is intended to be gender neutral and it includes the chests and breasts of all sorts of folks. BoobDay is not limited to cisgender women. Basically, if you want to celebrate the beauty of boobs and join in with like-minded, body-positive, people who are embracing their curves or lack thereof, this is the link-up for you!
Thank you for all your messages about myBoobDay postings. Do let me know from my “Contact” page if you would like to join-in and add some BoobDay celebrations of your own, because I would be delighted to add your own photos to my pages here. I’m sure you’ll find it wonderfully empowering … and lots of lovely fun!!!
And . . . if you would like to see more of my over 350 BoobDays now, you may >tweak me here<
Xxx – K
P.s. If you’ve read my “Modestly Returning” post at the beginning of April 2024, you will know that most of my content here was lost, or corrupted, at the beginning of 2022. We are slowly working on re-instating that lost content, and repairing the broken links, so please bear with us. I hope this won’t dampen your enjoyment here.
I have mentioned on many occasions in the past that Marie Rebelle’s wonderful Wicked Wednesday was one of the very first “lifestyle” blogs that I discovered, and subsequently subscribed to, on the internet.
Marie’s writings and photos were instrumental in inspiring and motivating me to first embark on my own blog-journey all those years ago. And whilst I had already begun my “Modesty Ablaze Diaries of a London Hotwife” project, I am certain that without Wicked Wednesday there would be no modestyablaze dot com blog.
So, how could I possibly not join-in to celebrate Marie’s wonderful achievement of 500 Wicked Wednesdays!!!
And for this amazing 500th edition, Marie’s prompt is “to share the ten best posts from the beginning of your own blog”.
But despite having lots of fun … and some lovely memories … in scrolling back through my modest archives, I couldn’t really choose any specific bests or favourites. So instead, I thought that I would list five particular posts that marked quite special, or important, moments at the time I first posted them.
So …
Past, present & why I blog #wickedwednesday – July 2014 Because although I started my Modesty Ablaze Diaries really just on a whim . . . as a bit of a joke, almost a sort-of “I could do that” dare in a way . . . the website quickly became something much more important than a joke or a dare. >>Read more>> …
So . . . being a more “visual” person, rather than being able to easily communicate my thoughts in words . . . I hope that my occasional photo-posts here express my core belief that above all else, we should always be true to ourselves . . . and always be just who we want to be !!!
That is the thing about MakeLoveNotPorn . . . Real People doing different things and enjoying it so much that they want to share their fun and inspire others to do the same!!!
Je vous remercie La Bauge littéraire – April 2016 It’s always very nice when someone says flattering things about you, especially so when those words come from someone with similar interests . . . in this case erotic literature . . . and even more so from someone for whom English is not their native language. >>Read more>> …
Absolutely delighted to meet up with the wonderful, deliciously exciting Curvaceous Dee (first curator of my beloved Scavenger Hunt) for a naughty . . . and wickedly fun . . . Two-For-One flagpole #scavengerhunt flash. I hope it brings as much of a smile to your face viewing it, as it did for Hubby and I to be actually meeting and sharing Dee’s company. >>Read more>> …
For next week’s Wicked Wednesday I hope to add five more recent posts that, for one reason or another, marked special fun moments for me here at modestyablaze.com … but, in the meantime, I do recommend clicking on Marie’s rainbow below for lots more celebrations of over Nine Years of Wicked Wednesday!!!
NB: My masked chair image above taken by the wonderful John Tisbury.
Trigger Warning: The following is an excerpt from “The Journey”, Part 1 of my “The Modesty Ablaze Diaries of a London Hotwife”,and recounts a situation which would not be safe, or sensible, in today’s world. But then this was in the late 90’s …
This is the entry I wasn’t going to write . . .
Hubby’s initial reaction to my “mis-adventure” brought me down to earth to the realities of our situation. But over the past few days and nights as we both re-counted, re-explored, and re-lived the details of last Monday, it’s suddenly become alright again. Re-discovering each other all over again, has been just simply glorious and that feeling of release and “sharing” feeling has been an explosion of emotions and enjoyment all over again. We’ve been like newly-weds the last two nights, and especially again after this morning when we actually confronted the subject of my adventure.
So . . . whilst we all do things on the “spur of the moment” . . . things that we often live to regret . . . I’ve always believed that I was able to perfectly control my emotions and desires and never embarrass myself on a “personal relationship” issue. But on Monday I did something completely irrational and silly that could easily have gone completely wrong, or worse-still, ruined Hubby’s trust in my ability to judge what is “ok” and what is not “ok” in our relationship.
I had booked a day-off from the office to manage a family appointment. On my way home from the first part of my errand, I decided to pop-into my gym as I’d had to miss my normal Sunday morning work-out for the past few weeks.
Unlike the normal weekend-mornings, there was virtually nobody else around and I had most of the equipment to myself … after just a few minutes though I was joined by one of the regular trainers from our Sunday morning classes.
He’s a young Canadian and has always been very helpful and attentive and has that bouncy outgoing charm and chat that seems natural for so many North Americans! Hubby had often remarked in the past that he “obviously has a thing for you” and I’d enjoyed exchanging flirty comments and teasing with him on numerous occasions. Even without Hubby around, it just seemed natural to continue with our normal conversations and teasing jokes and jibes. I explained the reasons for my unexpected week-day presence and found myself enjoying his undivided attention and company.
He was just finishing his shift and his invitation to join him for a “winding-down session and massage” at his house “just around the corner” came so out-of-the-blue, and yet so easily and naturally, that to my complete astonishment I found myself saying “yes alright then” without stopping to think! It wasn’t until I gathered my belongings from the locker and walked out into the corridor where he was waiting, that it suddenly hit me just exactly what I’d agreed to.
He was still chatting non-stop as we walked towards my car, his words and voice unintentionally distracting me from the sudden panic-attack thoughts racing round in my head. My throat was dry and my heart pumping as we reached the car with me desperately trying to think of some viable way of changing my mind. Here I was accepting directions from, and driving-off with, a young man whom I knew almost nothing about and who was almost half my age.
It was already too-late of course, and as I drove I felt tingly flashes of excitement as well as the flashes of doubt! “In for a penny, in for a pound” I reassured myself in my head. The house he shared was indeed only a few streets from the gym. And he led me into the kitchen explaining that his housemates would all be out at work doing “normal 9 to 5’s”.
… (to be continued if you ask me nicely)!!!
The above is an excerpt from a Chapter from “The Journey”, the first of my “Modesty Ablaze Diaries of a London Hotwife” Ebooks published at my Amazon, Gumroad, Mistresses Fun Store and Etsy pages (where there is a Special Xmas 15% off Discount promotion running until January 4th). And I think it fits in quite well with this week’s theme at Wicked Wednesday … which is Life Lessons … which I suggest you visit by clicking on the lovely rainbow button below!
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!
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 atKink of the Week is VPN (Virtual Panty Line) but, on this occasion I certainly didn’t have one of those …
However, for lots of other different-than-normal moments, I suggest you visit this week’s theme at Wicked Wednesday, by clicking on the lovely rainbow button below!
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!
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