It’s something both Raoul and I love, him getting the cut throat razor out and shaving me. It’s loving, it’s tender and an act that’s bond’s us, but also…fuck, what if he slips! That element of fear ensures I don’t move a muscle while he concetrats on giving me smoothest, closest shave possible. I trust him implicitly and know any accident would be just that, because he’s taken all the care in the world to ensure he does the best and safest job possible. ❤️
“Let’s go to a cemetery” I said, “let’s take some cool pictures in the snow!” with this week’s Sinful Sunday theme being white, it was obvious. The first challenge was finding an opportunity (with all the kids around) , the second was finding one we could get into after dark and not be discovered! The third challenge……it was fucking cold! Raoul’s response was his usual enthusiasm and support, “OK!” he said. So off we went, bag of dress up in hand and trepidation, as we had a limited window and it was FUCKING COLD! We grabbed a couple of shots, perhaps not exactly what I had in my minds eye, but that would have taken the luxury of so many other factors we didn’t have. I’m pleased with them, all things considered, I’m also grateful I didn’t break any bones when I slipped over on the ice on the way back to the car!