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Modest Oleander #boobday 347

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Did you know that Oleander is extremely toxic … and potentially poisonous? So always handle with care … and never, ever, consume!

Well … I do like being handled with care … but also love being “consumed” from time-to-time!

So for today’s post at this week’s #boobday Friday, one could say I’m being dangerously naughty!!!

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 my BoobDay postings. Do let me know from myContactpage 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 340 BoobDays now,
you may >tweak me here<

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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.

Xxx – K

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Modest Necklace #boobday 346

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I will gladly admit to having a fetish for Necklaces, and over the years have amassed an absolutely huge collection … such as this one from way back in 2016!

And for today’s post at this week’s #boobday Friday, I thought I would share this lovely fun beaded necklace that was gifted to me by a “special fun friend” some years ago. He used to love me wrapping it around his “excitement” and twisting it tighter and tighter. I haven’t had that opportunity recently, but it always makes me giggle with fond memories whenever I wear it!!!

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 my BoobDay postings. Do let me know from myContactpage 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 340 BoobDays now,
you may >tweak me here<

Boobday Button

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.

Xxx – K

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Modestly MWILF … #wickedwednesday

My Cougar Moment - Cover from The Modesty Ablaze Diaries of a London Hotwife

Fifteen, or perhaps even ten years ago, I was probably uncomfortable with the term MILF. And even now I would still prefer to be thought of as MWILF (Mature Women I’d Like to …), rather than without the W.

But back in those heady, thrilling and fun times of amazing evenings at our favourite “Club” … almost every Saturday night during what Hubby calls “your nymphatic period” … it was actually quite flattering and empowering to have so many young suitors telling me I was their “most I’d like to”

I have posted about one such evening here before … as an extract from My Cougar Moment from Part 5 of my Modesty Ablaze Diaries of a London Hotwife … but as the theme at this week’s Wicked Wednesday is “MILF”, I thought I would add a few more paragraphs, that I haven’t included here before, from the first part of what was a wonderful evening.


As we entered the room and Hubby turned to lock the door behind us, it was as though all the adrenalin overcame my nerves completely in an instant. I wanted him so much . . . and I wanted him to want me. I flopped down onto the bed and reached down to unbuckle, and kick-off my shoes. I lifted my sheer dress up over my shoulders and tossed it over to Hubby who was standing leaning back against the door, grinning at me like a Cheshire cat. (“Normally you wait for them to undress you” he told me later). I did keep my thong and hold-ups on, but shuffled myself back over the bed towards the cushions as I watched J undressing himself.

His body was even more stunning than I could have ever imagined. A wonderfully tight muscular chest seemed to just glisten in the dim light, but I could clearly see every ripple, and that he was completely smooth all over. I shuddered and gasped from the first touch of his hand on my knee as he knelt down on the bed next to me.

Our first kiss sent tingles through every nerve of my body and I knew I was already dripping wet minutes before his hand slid down between my legs. That kiss lingered, and lingered, our lips and tongues exploring each others mouth, tasting each others hot breath. I moaned loudly and arched my back against the cushions as our mouths parted and I felt his tongue sliding down over my neck and onto my nipple. I was running my hands up through his hair, pulling his mouth across my breasts from one nipple to the other and groaning loudly as his fingers were already rubbing round and round over my pussy.

I slid my own hand down over his tummy and gasped as I reached his erection. God, it felt so hard. And so thick! I just had to push him over onto his side for a moment, just to look at what I was grasping in my hand. And it was just as thick as it felt. “God, that’s lovely,” I gasped.

I had to have him in my mouth and plunged myself down over him trying to fondle under his clean-shaven balls with my fingers as I sucked it into me. I’d never had a lover who felt as thick as this inside my mouth. I was getting so carried away in my excitement that I suddenly realised I was sucking up and down so feverishly I was almost biting his shaft. I consciously slowed myself down, lifting my mouth away and grasping him again with my fingers and licking up and down his length with my tongue and then flicking it around the head of his wonderful cock.

He pushed me back down with his hands on my shoulders, sucking at my nipples again before pulling away from me completely to pry my legs apart.

“Oh” I moaned, partly in disappointment that he’d taken that lovely cock away from me, but partly in a different pleasure as he pulled off my thong and then slid his mouth down over me.

He rubbed around and around my pussy with his fingers again and then as his tongue started flicking over me he stretched both his hands up over my tummy to fondle and squeeze at my breasts as he quickened the pace of his tongue … first swirling, and then plunging in and out. I could feel his mouth slapping against my lips and heard myself urging him to “eat me, eat me.”


The above is an extract from “My Cougar Moment” – Part 5 of my “Modesty Ablaze Diaries of a London Hotwife”.
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Xxx- K

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Mouth Wide Open Eyes Tightly Shut … #wickedwednesday

Trigger Warning: The following post uses terminology that some may find offensive, but which is simply used within the context and norms of the event in which it happened.

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I counted five semi-naked slaves laying prone on the floor, three face-down on their stomachs and two between them on their back, whilst three ladies above were gleefully walking back and forth across them, each using the curled ropes secured to the roof of the cage to steady themselves as they walked. In fact, instead of walking, one woman was actually jumping up and down across the bodies below her.

There were more slaves of varying sizes, heights and shapes lining-up near the entrance to the cage, waiting to be motioned forward by a tall blonde figure wearing a flame-red jacket, black net stockings and wonderful thigh-length red boots. She was bending forwards at regular intervals prodding the five figures already on the floor, with her long cane.

As I moved closer I realised she was instructing the figures to turn over in succession so that the pattern of three backs and two fronts was like a rolling carpet of different textures for the ladies to trample across.

She noticed my interest and waved me forward, I pulled Subby1’s leash along with me. “Hi, I’m Mistress TV8” she called-out loudly above the music. From her deep voice, and the wobbling of flesh dangling impressively from the front of her stockings, I realised the relevance of her name.

She’d noticed my glance downwards as I’d stepped forward. “That’s the 8” she laughed as she swayed her hips from side-to-side with exaggerated wiggles.
“Do you think he’d like some of it?” she nodded towards Subby1 standing at my side now.

“I think probably not” I laughed, “but I’d like to walk across your floor if I may”, pointing down at the human carpet which was just being eagerly refreshed as two of the previous occupants had crawled away from the other end.

One of the ladies had also stepped off at the other end of the cage, so Mistress TV8 offered me a hand to step-up onto the first back naked below my heels, as I reached forward to pull myself up on the first rope.

I swayed, and walked, uneasily at first … using one hand after the other to steady myself from each rope to the next.

I followed the domme in front of me but couldn’t bring myself to stamp down on the flesh below us quite as forcefully as she was. She turned around when she got to the end of the cage, to come back past me again and laughed as she manoeuvred past. “Don’t be gentle” she laughed. “They love it. Look”. She pulled herself up on the rope next to me, and then bounced up and down with both of her sharp heels pummelling into the chest of the figure beneath her. “Don’t you slave!” she hissed down at him as she bounced.

“Yes Mistress … more Mistress … harder Mistress” he was gasping in reply.

The slave beneath my own feet was face down so I couldn’t see his face, but he was arching his back up and down in obvious encouragement for me to be more forceful in my stepping.

I managed several “laps” of the cage … becoming bolder and more heavy footed as I gained more confidence in my balance … and as I became more comfortable with the obvious signs of enjoyment beneath me.

As I reached the end of what I’d decided was to be my last lap, I recognised that the smiling face of the figure now immediately below me, had been the first or second slave I’d walked across when I’d begun my uncertain steps a few minutes or so earlier. (Subby1 later told me I’d been “walking” for at least 10 minutes)!!!

I recognised him from his mop of bright-white bleached spiky hair that had made him look as though he was in a constant state of electric shock with each passing foot-print.

“Please Mistress” he smiled up at me and lifted his hips to pull his black shorts down to expose his quite erect and upstanding cock. He flattened it against himself with one hand and pushed up against his balls with the other hand, making a target of the puffed-up bauble of flesh.

“No I couldn’t, not with these heels” I told him. I was wearing my black suede ankle boots, so not stilettos, but they do have a hard-flat heel and brass studs which I was worried might cause painful damage if caught across a not-flat surface. And that bauble was hardly flat!

“Please Mistress” he begged again, thrusting his hips upward.

I squashed, rather than stamped, downwards and had to hold onto the rope above me with both hands as he swivelled from side-to-side beneath my weight.

I was looking straight down at him as I pushed downwards again, holding tightly onto my rope to keep my balance as he bucked up and down against my shoes. His eyes were rolling and his enjoyment obvious from his throaty gasps, clearly audible above the music. I prodded down again with my heel. His mouth was open … wide open … with no sound this time. His eyelids tightly squeezed shut … and a sudden jet of creamy whiteness spurting from between his fingers …


The above is an extract from the chapter “Foot Worship and Toilet Duties” from my upcoming “Modesty Unleashed” – Part 8 of my “Modesty Ablaze Diaries of a London Hotwife”.
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But if my Mistress Modesty memories are not to your liking, there is lots more about the “Mouth” to discover this Wicked Wednesday, by tapping gently on the rainbow below.

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Xxx- K

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Modestly Passionate about … #wickedwednesday

This week’s prompt at Wicked Wednesday is “Passion” … and if you’ve been following me here at Modesty Ablaze for a little while, you will already know just how “passionate” I am about … Cock-Tales !!!


But if my sipping and sucking … and swallowing … is not your thing, I’m sure there will be lots more “Passionate” thoughts to discover this Wicked Wednesday, by sucking on the sweet rainbow below.

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Xxx- K

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Modestly Impulsive #wickedwednesday

This week’s prompt at Wicked Wednesday is “Impulsive” which, of course, I’m normally not. LOL !!! But thinking about it did remind me of my “Spur-of-the-moment Moment” from many years ago … first published in my “Modesty Ablaze Diaries of a London Hotwife – Further Adventures Diary.

So I just couldn’t resist including an excerpt here:


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 in our relationship.

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.

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 have 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 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”.

He poured some juices from the fridge and with glasses in hand said “come on, we’ll be more comfortable in my room”. It was clearly a single-man’s room, clothes draped around in piles on a chair and a desk against the window. I recognised a Poster from the Gym on one wall with smaller pin-up type pictures of young ladies stuck randomly alongside. One of those hand-held type barbell exercise thingy’s sat on the end of the desk, amongst magazines and books. But before I had the time to take much more of my surroundings in, he was standing in front of me pulling me into an embrace . . . my head was swimming, I felt silly again, rather than aroused. Disorientated and suddenly out of place . . . the tingles were replaced again by an embarrassed, awkward feeling of silliness.

There was no question that he had a lovely body. I’d always admired his bulges and tight chest beneath his gym vest, and lovely long bronzed legs in his shorts and trainers. But I stood unable to respond at all as he continued his embrace and running his hands down my back and over my hips. I managed to extricate myself and stammer “you’re going too fast for me. I thought you just wanted to give me a massage!”


If you would like to read what happened next, this Chapter continues, along with 230 pages more of some of my Diary reminiscences, in “The Modesty Ablaze Diaries of a London Hotwife – Part 5 – Further Adventures” available from my Amazon, Gumroads, Etsy and Ebooks pages.

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Xxx- K

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