I have nothing to say this week apart from a great big thank you to Dumb Domme for not only suggesting this months prompt but for doing the write up in such a fabulous and unique way. Read on, you are guaranteed a giggle…
I was thrilled when Molly invited me to do a Sinful Sunday round-up, but like a selfish Domme, I wanted just a little more — a monthly prompt to encourage our sexy friends to think about the playful, fun, and funny aspects of sex and intimacy. Sometimes I think sex bloggers (particularly those of the kinky, BDSM persuasions) take themselves far too seriously… but thankfully, your Sinful Sunday submissions for the monthly prompt have proved that theory wrong.
My thanks to all of you for sharing your silly, sexy stuff, and my thanks to Molly for the invitation and for her indulgence!
Lots of kinky people enjoy pet play and animal play, but only the most experienced kinksters engage in animal meme play. Clearly,
Gumpy Cat Dee is an advanced kinkster. As the photographic evidence shows, Dee embodies the essence of Grumpy Cat, both in physicality and expression. We can’t be sure what her animal meme play entails, but I suspect it involves frowning, disapproval, and glaring at her owner in disgust after coughing up a hairball on the floor.
I think it’s great that Penny is unnaturally fond of bananas, and I try not to judge other people’s kinks, but of all the places she could stick one, she prefers her ear? I mean, that’s cool, I guess. Her kink is not my kink… etc., etc. Just be careful jerking off an overripe banana that close to your ear-hole — fruitjaculation can be sticky stuff.
Anyway, ever since I saw Penny’s photo, I’ve had visions of Minions and this song stuck in my head. Ba-na-na… BA-NA-NA!
We can’t be sure what happened here, but it appears Harper and DomSigns are the victims of overzealous jazz hands. Despite clear warning signs illustrating the dangers, it seems they jazz-handed so vigorously that they’ve fallen over. Thank goodness they fell over into bed, otherwise, they’re injuries might have been extensive. We wish them both a speedy recovery.
This photo reminded me of old feminine hygiene advertisements from the 60s and 70s where women fretted over that “no so fresh feeling.” After regretfully admitting their lady parts smelled like lady parts, women discovered scented menstrual pads, deodorizing tampons, and perfume infused douches to cleanse and cover up their shameful lady smells. I mean, who doesn’t want to smell like they’ve shoved a bunch of lilacs in their cunt?
After ridding their shameful lady parts of shameful lady smells, the women frolicked through fields of wheat and fragrant meadows of flowers… no longer embarrassed by their natural aromas. (While the shame of smelling like a woman can be overcome, regretfully, the shame of being a woman cannot be so easily removed.)
I imagine some douche-bag (ha!) of a (male) CEO looked at the declining sales of ‘feminine hygiene’ products and decided to take a different marketing approach: Our advertising campaign isn’t working. Fields of wheat and flowers just aren’t enough to convince women to hose out their shame-caves with vinegar. Wait! I’ve got it! Instead of letting a model run through a field of flowers, just stick her upside-down in a field of wheat…
Because sticking a woman upside-down in a field of wheat makes just as much sense as using an acid-filled water cannon to pressure wash your pussy.
Last but not least, I have no silly commentary for this delightful image. It’s intimate, sweet, and sincere — pure joy. It captures the sort of feelings we all want — after the sex, the play, and the seriousness, we all just want a little bit of happiness and connection, right?
Here’s to hoping we all get the opportunity to have it — joy, love, laughter and connection — even if it’s just for a little while. Cheers.
You can see all the entries from this week on Sinful Sunday Week 151