Part 1 of this story is here. “What the actual fuck am I doing here?” I asked myself as I looked round the table in the private card room behind the main poker area in the Aria Casino. I took my seven and a half stacks of $100 chips (20 chips in each stack) out… Read More »
I realise that, at a time when so many are struggling and losing their jobs, a story of winning large amounts of money merely by playing a game, might seem out of tune with the times. However I enjoyed recollecting different times, times of travel and holidays and sunshine. I enjoyed reliving these remarkable few… Read More »
I wrote this a while ago but sat on it. I decided National Women’s Day might be a time to give it an edit and post it. Back in the days when my soon-to-be-ex wife was actively antagonistic towards me, fortunately long passed, one of her repeated barbs was: “You have a problem with strong… Read More »
Saturday afternoon finds me in THAT mood. You know the one! All kinky thoughts and no-one to share them with.
Given that the theme for this week’s Sinful Sunday is “Textures,” what in this picture most matches the theme? The soft falls of the flogger perhaps; just to handle them would be a sensual delight, their caress on the skin accentuated by the musky, animal smell of the suede. Perhaps you’d find yourself running them… Read More »
Emboldened by a lot of lovely positivity in response to my self-tie last week, I’ve had the rope out again.
I’m going to post it… No don’t! But it’s just me doing my thing! But it’s too weird; to do that to yourself when you’re on your own.
Very early in my exploration of the thrilling underworld of Dominatrix’s, discipline and dungeons, I enjoyed a book by a Canadian professional Mistress working in London. She described a session with a disabled client on whom she performed fisting, a fairly extreme BDSM act. I was touched by the client’s wonder that the same body… Read More »
I remember once, back in the day, a Dominatrix tied me to a frame, much as I am here, and after letting me hear a heavy flogger moving through the air close to my back a few times, left the room. ”Wait there, You!” she said as she left, leaving the faintest waft of expensive… Read More »
I used to live here, lucky bastard that I am. Big barn conversation on an acre of land. Huge open spaces, wonderful light, a fantastic family home that everyone who visited it loved immediately. I hated it.
I’ve noticed many fellow bloggers doing a review post of their favourite images through the year. Many of them are lovely, showing what a talented, sexy bunch you are.
My first post from my new house, a little town house in a cathedral city in the south. I was lucky to find it as, only weeks before completion of the sale of my old place, I still had nowhere to move to.