Sinful Sunday Weekly Round-up 714

Welcome to Weekly round-up 714. You can find the details of the January prompt by clicking here.

This week I am delighted to welcome back AM to the round-up spot. You can find him on his own blog Adventures in Divorce and Middle Aged Dating

AM’s Top 3 Pics of the Week

Firstly , I’d like to say a huge thanks you to Molly for both the continuing joy that is Sinful Sunday and for asking me to hand out the weekly baubles. Unforgivably, I’ve fallen out of the habit of submitting my own photos, so to still be considered part of a community that likes to express the positive sides of sexuality, and does that with such creativity, really does give me a warm glow inside. (And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get off on having an excuse to stare at all the gorgeous naked bodies too.) It’s frustrating that I’ve only been tasked with nominating 3 photos, because I really could pick 4 or 5 … or, bollocks to it … I really could have picked all 8, but Molly’s the boss, so …

Happy Come Lucky

Purple has long been one of my favourite colours, and lately I’ve also found myself increasingly drawn to teal. And whilst my experiences with rope play were rarely elevated beyond clumsily lashing wrists and ankles to bed posts, there is undoubtedly something fascinating about Shibari: it’s sex … but it’s art … but it’s sex … but it’s craft … but it’s sex … And as a photographic trope, I’m a big fan of how focussing on one aspect of a subject can almost mask the whole. So top marks all round.

Molly’s Daily Kiss

I too have fond childhood memories of Quality Street, especially at this time of year. Aside from an almost fetishistic favourtism for the purple ones [Ed: Why has it talken AM till now to realise how far back and how broadly his purplism stretches?!] there was also something fascinating about the wrappers. So I love what Molly was trying to do here. As she says in her own commentary, I don’t think this is technically one of Molly’s best photographs, but sometimes ideas and intentions have just as much value as execution. I can easily envisage the photos Molly was aiming for, as well as the frustration of sweet wrappers not behaving as they should, but I still love the photo. If nothing else, I applaud Molly’s sacrifice of eating an entire tin of chocolates just to share a photo of her pussy.

Monstrous Jaffa

It’s not often that I’m drawn to Sinful Sunday photos of men, but as you well know, Dear Reader, I’m a big fan of the rebellion and stereotype-busting nature of lace manties. If someone bought me a pair of these pants, I’d abso-fucking-lutely wear them for her on a night out!!! And have you registered where the photos were taken? It’s the pub toilets … and the “front” photo isn’t even taken in one of the cubicles. Assuming the venue was not a gay bar, and even if he weren’t sporting a black lace thong with leg straps, taking a photo of yourself with your trousers round your knees in semi-public takes balls. I salute you Sir!