I love this song for its louche, languid style, for its wail against the ennui of everyday life and the search for a counter to it. But mostly I love it because……. IT’S ABOUT ME!
I am a masochist. I derive sexual pleasure from pain. While this will not be news to anyone who has read this blog, I have decided to explore the nature of my masochism. I found this very difficult to write about, I suspect because some of these thoughts and feelings have been buried so deep for so long that letting them into the light feels unnatural and exposing.
He had been waiting outside the café in an un-gentrified part of South London for around 15 minutes, feeling self conscious in his business suit. It seemed a strange place for a meeting. Though the flags and dual language menus indicated the café was run by Poles, it clearly catered to typically English tastes. A sign, repeated 4 times in the front windows, showed a huge plate of chips entirely covered by bacon, eggs, sausages, beans and burgers with the exhortation: “THE MEGAPLATE: FINISH IT AND ITS FREE!.”
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As someone whose kinky nature is customarily kept below the surface, I occasionally enjoy situations when I am mentally attuned to my kinks but am surrounded be people who have no idea what is going on.
In the end, submitting to Mistress Darcy, which I had expressed concern about before the session, seemed such a natural act that she had me within ten minutes of meeting her. The combination of writing down my feelings about the act of submission, the long build up to our session and her own strong presence in the room all contributed to me reaching a properly submissive state of mind. I felt I managed to let my inhibitions go and I hope she felt the same.
My ‘normal’ day to day life is a room painted vanilla. It has nice furniture and carefully chosen highlights in blues and purples. It is an altogether pleasant and undemanding room. In the corner is a closet. Once every month or so I enter the closet….