You have about 10 days to work on your images for the February Prompt. In the meantime it is over to this weeks guest for the round-up
Dawn’s Top 5 Pics of the Week
I was initially delighted when Molly asked me to do a round-up for Sinful Sunday, that was followed by a few weeks of ‘Aaargh, why did I say yes!?’ Every week I am blown away by the images, how was I supposed to narrow it down to just five? I know this is how most people who do round-ups feel so I’m glad I’m not the only one! Sinful Sunday means so much to so many people and I’d just like to say thanks to Molly for hosting such a positive and empowering meme. And thanks to everyone who takes part, I love to see what people come up with.
As usual there are so many great images this week (I want to pick everyone – but I’m not allowed) it was really difficult to pick just five.
So in no particular order here they are.
You know those moments when you want to stand up and cheer, say ‘Fuck yeah!’? This was one of those moments. A lot of us have image issues and I loved this line ‘Fuck you, long suffering, pathological body shaming!…I win. You lose.’
I’m not into knife play at all, but there’s just something about they way the tip of the knife is pricking his finger that sends shivers up my spine.
On the other hand, nipple torture is something I’m into. I love the contrasts in this photo, the soft colours and focus combined with the thought of those chopsticks…
The Porn Clerk Chronicles
Oh man, I love these shots he takes, so deliciously dark and with a voyeuristic quality that really make me feel as if I’m there watching.
There’s something so joyful about this shot, the way they’re smiling at each other and I love that as you scroll down she’s standing on her tiptoes.
Blast from the Past
This is just one of 5 shots on this post, all of which are beautiful passionate sexy images but this one just stands out from the others to me. I love the expression on Evoë face, they way her head is thrown back and her mouth is open, the way the her dark pubic hair is mirrored by the dark hair on Harold’s head but most of all the connection between them. The way their hands are clasped and he is reaching up to her breast some seems to unite them so perfectly in this moment.