I can’t believe I am writing these words already but the prompt for May, yes May! is out now and you have just over 3 weeks to work on your images.
This weeks it is my pleasure to welcome back to Stella Kiink to the weekly round up. She last did a round up over 2 years ago back in January 2015 so it is lovely to welcome her back here again for another go. You can find her on her own blog Stella Kiink and also on Twitter @stellakiink
Stella Kiinks Top 5 Pics of the Week
Thank you Molly for having me back to guest again. I have to say, having done this once before does not make this time any easier.
As always, there were some totally fantastic pictures. Some were fun and whimsical, others more serious and tempting. All very sinful in their own way. Pick five, Molly says. Just five? If I must…
Little Switch Bitch
The first glimpse of this picture hints at a bright red rope wrapped lazily around her leg. When you open it up though, you are treated to a beautiful image of submission. The rope leads you up from her foot to her gorgeous behind, then to the spreader bar and wrist cuffs. And although you can’t see it, you know she is completely entwined all the way up to her head. The telling sign is her hands. They are open and relaxed, showing that she is not pushing back but has completely surrendered.
I adore wax play. I adore soft beautiful curves. Sub-Bee gives us both in this very striking image. The dark wax plays beautifully off her soft pale skin and the red background wall further highlights this. I really like that the wax appears to be layered on in very tiny splatters. Makes me wonder how far the wax fell and how long she had to lay there as it dripped and splattered to cover parts of her completely.
I kept coming back to this picture time and again. Light and shadow play beautifully here. You get a sense of a bright summer’s day, blue sky with cotton ball clouds, and the warm sun-kissed skin. The shadow of the dandelion gives the illusion of a nipple and makes us think you are seeing more than just a bare shoulder.
This is one hot image. The moment is of release is captured perfectly, and not just in the way his head is thrown back or his mouth is open letting out his moans of pleasure. It is also in the way they are holding hands. They aren’t just casually holding hands as lovers sometimes do. They are holding on, bracing themselves against the power and intensity of the moment. You see it in his grip, the white tips of his fingers digging in. Brilliant!
This picture epitomizes what Sinful Sunday means to me. A safe place to open ourselves up, to show our sexiness and vulnerability, to allow us to see ourselves the way other people see us. There is a shyness in her image, an uncertainty that makes me want to wrap my arms around her and tell her she is beautiful and lovely and sexy.