SUITED (sinful sunday)
I’ve been doing some sorting out ready to move just before Christmas.
Author Archives: Bibulous
DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME! (sinful sunday)
I hesitated to post this, concerned at what all my lovely twitter friends might think: “He’s there on his own, grieving for his dad, and now he’s self harming! We have to save him!” I love you guys, but it wasn’t like that; it really wasn’t. I’m doing OK; not avoiding the waves of emotion… Read More »
IT WAS THE BEST OF TIMES, IT WAS…
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness” Charles Dickens: A tale of two cities
THE STRONG ONE
Content warning: grief, sadness (no rugby in this one) I’m the older brother of three. It shouldn’t make a difference, not after all these years, but it does. I am the executor of my father’s will and so it’s me that is dealing with the solicitor, the bank accounts and the house. It will be… Read More »
ASKING FOR IT (sinful sunday)
I wasn’t really feeling it this week, for reasons which will be obvious if you’ve been following recent events in the world of Bibulous. But 500 Sinful Sundays is some landmark! Not one you’d want to miss.
PASSING
Content warnings: Hospitals, Sickness, Rugby England v Italy. England looking for a four-try bonus point to have a shot at the Six Nations Championship. Just five minutes in, and England are playing a fast, passing game. Farrell bursts through the Italian line and picks out Ben Youngs on the inside who takes it at speed… Read More »
DOM. SUB. TOP. BOTTOM…..
Dom, Sub; Top, Bottom; Sadist, Masochist. Pick one! I don’t want to pick one. I can’t pick one.
MORE SUBMISSIVE (sinful sunday)
Same implement, more submissive. Like my last Sinful Sunday post, which I took down for a while, conflicted as I was by its violent implications, this week’s two images see a naked me with a vintage Scottish tawse.
MARRIAGE – FINDING A GOOD ENDING
The urge to say something to my soon-to-be-ex wife has been there for a while; the urge, after all this time, to finally accept my part in the slow, painful death of our marriage; to sympathise with her for having to put up with the obdurate, unemotional, uncommunicative man with whom she shared a home… Read More »
HAVE YOU BEEN BAD? (sinful Sunday)
Have you been bad? Is that why you’re here, lying over a pile of pillows on my bed, ropes binding your wrists and ankles, waiting.
MUM’S ROOM (sinful sunday)
I stay in Mum’s room when I go to spend time with my Dad. It’s a small room in a small house, a new build retirement place. Like the rest of the house, it’s cluttered in that way that down-sized old peoples houses are often cluttered. a crowded jumble of miss-matched furniture, pictures and nic-naks.
THE ORIGINS OF KINK
I knew I had to write that last post immediately. My newly discovered sense of compassion for myself was a fish that had often been glimpsed in the water, but had never previously been landed, and then suddenly, last Friday, there it was, flapping about in the bottom of the boat, sure to jump over… Read More »