Sinful Sunday is all about the image. It’s a fantastic, sexy photography project that inspires people to take their own beautiful photos (usually, though not always, of themselves or other people naked) and share them each week. It is hosted (and run) by my good friend and sex blogging hero – the kickass photographer who started it all: Molly Moore. And it has now been running continuously for 700 weeks!

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Taking sexy nudes and lewds is nervewracking/exciting enough, but being photographed fucking by an outside party seems like an even more intimate, exhibitionist and downright incredible thing. One of the things I love about Exposing 40’s blog is that in her photography she captures so much of the joy of nudity and sexuality – check out her photos, they’re fabulous. In today’s blog, she’s writing about taking a new step photo-wise though: being photographed fucking for the very first time.

Note: because of Patreon rules, I cannot publish any images on this blog that feature ‘real people having real sex’, so please don’t ask for the pictures – click through using the links in the post to see the stunningly gorgeous shots. 

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It’s a special occasion, so I dress up fancy. I toy with the idea of wearing my standard ‘slut’ outfit (thigh-high socks, tight black top, Doxy butt plug) but ultimately chicken out. What if he wants to chill out when he arrives before we get down to the fucking? Maybe he’ll be overwhelmed by an immediate and clear demand that he get it in me right now please please get it in me? What if the special occasion dictates that we should spend some time on wine and chatting first? So I, a wuss, eschew the slutty outfit in favour of a lovely posh dress – one I wore to a good friend’s wedding before Covid, which I hope to wear to dance at other people’s weddings when the After Times arrive.

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Isn’t it weird how something really simple can make the difference between feeling terrible and feeling amazing?

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