“Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly.” ― M.F.K. Fisher
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 »
I would enjoy this image if I just stumbled across it on someone else’s twitter; the curve of her beautiful bottom, the warmth of their naked embrace; these are enticing things to me.
I always enjoy it when I can provide a platform for a kinky male who, like me, leads a life where a significant part of their true selves is “in the closet.” It’s fun to give such folk a chance to peek out of the closet and tell their story.
Of course, going behind, or having sex “Doggy style,” as this weeks Kink Of The Week topic puts it, CAN be about making love rather than fucking. (If you’re the type of person that likes to draw that distinction. I am, by the way).
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.
I’ve sensed it over our last few sessions. They’ve seemed more intense. Harder. Deeper. And afterwards a greater feeling of being lost. Shocked. Unsettled.
I’m later than normal to Sinful Sunday but I only returned last night from a rescue mission to see my son who has found himself, with no training, cooking for 12/14 people, 6 days a week, in a ski resort.