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SilverHubby shown at the waist, clothed, his hands holding a collar.

Boobday – The Shadow Cast by Mount Nipple

It’s Friday and Boobday again. Yay!

I took this last night using the iPhone 4s. The quality isn’t great, but better than our crappy old camera. I love the way it has captured the shadow cast by her nipple, don’t you?

It was a bit chilly!

It was a bit chilly!


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SilverHubby shown at the waist, clothed, his hands holding a collar.

WickedWednesday – Pleasure in Your Pain


I am a dominant and a sadist. So I think this #WickedWednesday, I shall ramble on talk about the pleasure I take from your pain. It is sad that our health means we can no longer do all those wonderful pain play sessions we used to do, but we do what we can, don’t we?

But first, two pictures to illustrate some of the fun (you use that word too, right?) we’ve had.

These can hurt.

These can hurt.

Owie! (Actually, you may have said BadWords)

Owie! (Actually, you may have said BadWords)

Discerning readers may notice that the reverse of the claws resemble a cheese grater. Dragging them across nipple/labia/clitoris can force an interesting reaction from the person on the receiving end.

Some events from our past which may help illustrate the pleasure I take from your pain:

  • Early in our relationship, you told me that you couldn’t get your head around the mindset of a sadist. You weren’t complaining. You had discovered, somewhat to your surprise, that you were a masochist, so having a sadistic partner was just fine.  ūüôā  Remember the first time I used the full set of canes on you? You were flat on your belly on the bed. Head turned towards me. You told me afterwards that you had watched my cock get harder and harder as the caning progressed. In fact, I ended the session by fucking you but coming over your very sore butt cheeks, then rubbing my spunk in to you (drifting off into the memory and getting an erection). You told me afterwards that that was when you began to understand. I think that is also a pretty good example of me taking pleasure in your pain.

Oh, you want another example?

  • Have you ever noticed how my breathing quickens when you make those little pain noises of yours? How they just spur me on. Like when I spank you as I fuck you. The pain noises just make me fuck you harder, often accompanied by me growling. You seem to like that, slavegirl.

OK, one more.

  • The pinwheel. You can just barely stand it. The pinwheel over the soles of your feet? I have to peel you off the ceiling if you aren’t securely restrained. I get very great pleasure from running the pinwheel over the soles of your feet and watching your pained reaction.

Do you, dear reader, think I get pleasure from Silverdrop’s pain?


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Are we all aware of breast cancer yet?

This is not going to be a very politically correct post. I am fucking sick of being told to be aware of my breasts. You know what? My breasts are fine. You know what’s not fine? The entire rest of my body. I have fibromyalgia.

An image of a woman with words around her describing the symptoms of fibromyalgia

Fibromyalgia symptoms

Fibromyalgia (FM or FMS) is characterised by chronic widespread pain and allodynia (a heightened and painful response to pressure).[1] Its exact cause is unknown but is believed to involve psychological, genetic, neurobiological and environmental factors.[2][3][4] Fibromyalgia symptoms are not restricted to pain, leading to the use of the alternative term fibromyalgia syndrome for the condition. Other symptoms include debilitating fatigue,sleep disturbance, and joint stiffness. Some patients[5] also report difficulty with swallowing,[6]bowel and bladder abnormalities,[7]numbness and tingling,[8] and cognitive dysfunction.[9]

Like breast cancer, fibromyalgia is a disease that predominantly affects women, at a female:male ratio of about 9:1. The prevalence of fibromyalgia is 2-4%. And yet, there are no big corporate sponsorships for fibromyalgia research. No celebrities wearing our ribbons. No big events to improve awareness.

Worse than that, there is no cure and no treatment beyond trying to treat the symptoms. People who develop fibromyalgia rarely get better on their own. The chances are high that they will experience the symptoms above for the rest of their lives. Many fibromyalgia patients end up having to leave their careers and are even unable to participate fully in the lives of their family and friends. It can strike you down in the prime of your life, and you’re never able to recover.

“But Silverdrop,” I hear you say. “Breast cancer is far more common than fibromyalgia. Why shouldn’t we spend more resources on trying to cure breast cancer?”

The common figure given for lifetime breast cancer risk in women is 1 in 8… if they live to age 95. (This overlooks that most women will not live to age 95 and will generally succumb to something that is not breast cancer. Most often, that is heart disease.)

Even so, it is true that breast cancer is more prevalent than fibromyalgia. If we look at the 2-4% figure above and split it down the middle, then let’s say 3%, compared to 12.5% for breast cancer. I would be very happy if fibromyalgia received one quarter of the research money that breast cancer receives. Does it?

The NIH spent $800,000,000 on breast cancer research in 2012. In that same year, they spent $13,000,000 on fibromyalgia.*

Let that sink in. Fibromyalgia research received 1.6% of the research dollars that breast cancer received. And let’s consider that this is only government funding. This does not include money donated by corporations or raised by activists, which would make the disparity even greater.

I’m not going to deny that it’s important to do regular self-checks of your breasts, but is there anyone in the developed world who is somehow not aware of this?

Guess what? Women are more than a pair of breasts. There are many, many diseases that disproportionately affect women, either in greater incidence or greater severity, and many of these diseases cause severe disability or death.

Alzheimers. Cardiovascular Disease. Celiac disease. Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Endometriosis. Fibromyalgia. HIV and other STIs. Irritable Bowel Syndrome. Lung Cancer. Lupus. Major Depression. Migraine. Multiple Sclerosis. Sjogrens Syndrome.  Uterine Fibroids.  

This October, how about spreading awareness beyond your breasts?


#SultrySaturday – Memories of Spunk

I remember the first time I experienced spunk.

Glass dildo and pearly spunk

Pearly spunk

It was a few months after I started having sex for the first time. We had been using condoms, but I had finally got on the pill. We had sex without a condom for the first time – and I had my first orgasm. I’m one of those rare unlucky women who doesn’t come easily from clitoral stimulation, so nothing we had done by way of cunnilingus or fingering had worked for me. I’m also one of those rare lucky women who has a ridiculously oversized G-spot, and so am able to orgasm through vaginal penetration alone.

I don’t know why I hadn’t climaxed before that day. I’m guessing my inexperience and us failing to use lubricant combined with the additional friction caused by a latex condom prevented it. When we first went without, everything suddenly¬†worked.¬†Especially right at the end, when those wonderful end-of-the-fuck strokes started to hit just right.¬†And then I felt his spunk inside me. (Sometime later that night, I discovered one of the downsides of condomless sex – and the need for a spunk towel to avoid getting a wet spot in the bed.)

I remember the first time I tasted spunk.

When it comes to technical proficiency, I’m not the best at fellatio. I make up for it with enthusiasm. I was the one who tentatively suggested to my boyfriend that I could suck him. I was bitterly disappointed when I couldn’t do it to completion. I was too young and ignorant of the realities of sex to know that blow jobs aren’t the instant orgasm button for all men. I thought I was doing it wrong, even when he told me I wasn’t.

Later, it occurred to me that if he started in my cunt, he could finish in my mouth. So my first taste of spunk was mixed with my own taste, which I was also unfamiliar with. It was intense. He was a smoker, so his spunk was bitter. My own lubricant was somewhat tangy. I can’t say it’s ever a flavour I liked, but I loved the feel of him coming in my mouth. I’d heard of the ‘spit or swallow’ debate, but I couldn’t really imagine why anyone would spit. Isn’t it just more fun for everyone to swallow?

I remember my first facial.

I thought it would be hot. I loved the fantasy of it – the degradation and humiliation. But the actual physical sensation of spunk on my face felt strange and unpleasant. We tried it again, in case it was just the newness of it. But it just didn’t work. You can come on my ass, my belly or my tits. You can come in my mouth, my cunt, my ass. You can come in my hair. But not on my face. Isn’t that weird?

I remember the last time I tasted spunk.

I started SilverHubby off with my mouth, then helped him jerk off while I talked dirty to him. I remained with my  head on his thigh, cupping his balls, and waiting for the perfect moment to close my mouth over his massive cock and finish him off. That was last Saturday.

Maybe I’ll get some more spunk tonight.

Yes, I think I’d like that.
Spunk Lube

Something for the weekend

No More Hiding the Truth About Our Bodies

So SilverHubby used to weigh a lot more than he does now. He’s still overweight, but losing slowly. Yay him! However, he still has a large belly and it is heavily scarred from life-saving surgery 15 years ago. Basically, he’s embarrassed by it, and has been hiding it, although not from me. We have either kept it out of shot in photographs, or edited it out. I some time ago stopped worrying about showing my belly in pics on here and he has been thinking about this too.

So enough is enough. Last night, while snuggling before sex, I took this photograph, belly and all. No more hiding. SH is nervous, but ok with posting this – so be gentle with him, please.

Oh, and as an added bonus, those of you (and there were many) that agreed that we need more cock in Sinful Sunday and for SH not to be shy about showing more, get their wishes come true. Because here he is, in all his magnificence. ¬†ūüôā

Note: Some might consider this picture pornographic, because it shows an erect cock. We think it’s erotic, partly because I am cuddling him. What do you guys and girls think?

I love his body and he loves mine.

I love his body and he loves mine.

PS. Doesn’t he have a beautiful cock?


Also submitted to Sultry Saturday – you should go take a look.

#SultrySaturday – I’ve Lost a Bullet!

I know there were two bullets when I started. Where on earth has the other one gone? Help! I’ve lost one!

Lost bullet?

Err, where’s the other one?

This photo was taken years ago, back when most vibes had external batteries and therefore a cord (or two).

Who us, silly?

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Part 4: So I asked SilverHubby about what we call the ‘anal kiss’ …

… which is not the same thing as rimming.

This follows on from last week’s ‘So I asked SilverHubby’ which was about how he experiences the difference between anal and vaginal sex.

Anyway, this is what he said about the ‘anal kiss’:-

I guess most people will assume that I am talking about rimming when I say ‘anal kiss’. ¬†And while I do love to rim Silverdrop, that isn’t what I’m going to talk about here.

I know this is going to come as a great shock to our regular reader, who should probably sit down before he or she reads this, but we both love anal sex.  No, really, we do.  *gasp, shock, horror*  A few months ago, pretty much by accident, we discovered something new (for us) and, dare I say it, amazing about our anal play.

Our disabilities limit the number of positions we can have sex in, and we often ‘spoon’ when fucking anally or vaginally. ¬†We have joked that I leak so much pre-cum that, so long as I went really slowly and carefully, we could probably do anal with just the natural lube my cock supplied. ¬†This turned out to be true, although we still use syringe applied lube when we’re planning rough anal sex; but I digress (I do that a lot). ¬†I had the head of my cock resting against SD’s anus, foreskin retracted (I’m uncut), rocking gently backwards and forwards while my pre-cum began lubricating her anus. ¬†I had pushed just a little. ¬†Not enough to penetrate her, but just enough to stretch the anal sphincter a little, when I realised something …

… I could feel the heat of her anus (there are a lot of blood vessels there) as well as the shape of it surrounding the tip of my cock. ¬†It felt for all the world like she had drunk something hot then wrapped her lips around me. ¬†It was absofuckinglutely incredible and we stayed in the position for a while after I told her what I could feel.

The feeling, sadly, doesn’t last for more than a minute or two, as the temperature difference ¬†between the two surfaces soon evens out (physicists will be thinking about the principles of heat exchangers here). ¬†But, while it lasts, it is amazing, and we have done it frequently since that first time.

Previous ‘So I asked SilverHubby’ posts here.