This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt asked what hot, sexy things one might get up to with a million dollars. Well, owning this apartment might be a good start. Were it in London or New York, that might not be sufficient, but it’s in a small town in the Midlands and I might get it for that,… Read More »
We were nearing the end of a super-intense threesome BDSM session. I’d been in very deep and was asking for more, asking Elita to slap me, an act that, for me at least, manages to combine great intimacy with great violence. She’d obliged, hitting me hard and fast, sending me still deeper into my masochistic self.
A comment recently popped into a blog post from last year where I had written about “Intimacy and the Girlfriend Experience.” In contrast to the wonderfully affectionate connection that I had described, the person writing the comment had found his experience cold, perfunctory and altogether less joyful.
Packing for Eroticon I couldn’t think why the case wouldn’t shut when I was packing for only one night, pushing up at me stubbornly as I tried to close it. I realised later why that was. I had two lengths of rope, a bag of clothes pegs (clothespins to Mercans), my little bag of insecurities and… Read More »
I’ve read my earlier post again and realise, in the cold light of day, that it might seem boastful; “Hey, look at me! Look at all the things I got to do with a beautiful woman half my age!” I accept that. I’m nearly sixty; I’m a bit overweight; I suffer from erectile dysfunction. Yet last weekend,… Read More »
Yup. At the age of not-quite-sixty I’ve decided that sex is ace. Its not exactly the most startling revelation but its how I feel. I have no idea if I’m really any good at it (I mean look at my age, for goodness sake) but I don’t care because SEX IS ACE. It’s joyous, and… Read More »