“BURN AND RAVE AT CLOSE OF DAY”

According to Wikipedia, and therefore presumably true (!), human sexuality is defined as the way people express themselves sexually, as opposed to sexual orientation which is more about how we interact with others. I’ve been thinking quite a bit about how I express myself sexually and where that comes from (Sorry for all the introspective posts!).

Some of this introspection has been prompted by interesting therapy stuff, and some by the shock of receiving a letter last week inviting me to register for my pension. I had it in mind as a 2025 thing, not a 2024 thing.

Damn it! I’m getting old!

Lately, I’ve allowed myself to be dragged down by the number of age related health issues. I mean, who needs gout, for fuck’s sake! These ailments can make me feel old and, to be honest, a bit past it.

But I’ve resolved to take Dylan Thomas’s excellent advice:

“Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

So I’ve started on a weight loss plan to tackle my health and resolved to continue to express myself sexually into my pension years. In fact, I intend to enjoy being a sexual creature for as long as possible.

The other day, I told a fellow poker player in his late 30’s about my kinky blog. I told him that I recently spent a whole afternoon at a dungeon birthday party taking turns to spank and flog three female friends. I did so because there’s always been something condescending in how he talks to me, and I wanted to shock him out of his snide preconceptions about who I am. Since then, he’s made it clear he finds the very idea disturbing. I think he’s appalled by it.

Frankly, and I’m going to say this slowly for those at the back, he can fuck right off with his ageist crap.

So what Is this sexuality I want to express. Kinky? Fetishist? Dominant? Submissive?

Hmmmm. I’m all these things.

Let’s flesh it out a bit….

My sexuality is:

Watching a Dominatrix spank my girlfriend while I hold her firmly against me.

Wearing tight fetish underwear while being caned over a bench.

Spending hours in bed alternating between spooning and kissing.

Beating a friend deep into subspace then helping her find herself again.

Being whipped on my arse, then getting pegged till I get lost.

Below are some images of me expressing myself sexually in last weekend’s session with the lovely, but challenging, Miss Amy Hunter. Lyra had emailed Miss H some ideas for things she could do to me and was being sent text updates and these images.

She found it all very hot. And so did I.

“Old age should burn and rave at close of day.”

I think that was some damn fine burning and raving.