Every now and then, someone puts a comment on my blog that deserves its own space. Very few of the people who see a Dominatrix but otherwise keep their kinks private, as I was doing for many years, have a platform where they can expose their kinks to public scrutiny and, hopefully, enjoy the acceptance… Read More »
I’m in her kitchen, massaging garlic, cinnamon and lemon juice into a half-shoulder of lamb. It’s Greek Kleftiko. The dish is that unusual thing, a holiday food that actually works at home.
”Make a birch and bring it one time,” she said. The suggestion didn’t come out of a clear blue sky, we had talked about this kind of game, but what an enticing request! It plays right into a very real kink for me, one that’s picked up by this weeks’s Kink Of The Week subject.
“Oh hi!” I said, as the utility room door opened, “I didn’t expect to see you up yet! I just popped down to make some tea and thought I’d load the dishwasher while the kettle boils.”
I’m parent visiting this weekend, so just a simple post for Sinful Sunday.
I’m at her’s, on one of those beautiful late-summer weekends that always feels like a gift. She was doing some garden tidying, so I offered to cut the lawn.
I admit it; I enjoyed the appreciation of my last Sinful Sunday. If you get to my age, and you spend as much time as I do complaining about your own body, publishing a picture of it that gets a bunch of favourable comments, and a Sinful Sunday top five call out, is a fun… Read More »
I got into trouble on twitter once for referring to ours as a “distance” relationship. The 50 or so miles that separate us and the “see each other most weeks” nature of it clearly seem like unimaginable luxury to those struggling to make attachments work over much greater distances. But apart is apart, and I… Read More »
It may not have escaped the notice of regular readers that my customary, two posts a week, blogging output has dried up somewhat over the last several months. In part, this is because I’ve been struggling to work out what I actually want this blog to be in my new life, or if it has… Read More »
Finding myself unexpectedly home alone this Sunday, and a little hungover after a wonderful party last night, I’ve given myself a free pass and am having a somewhat unambitious day.
Time zones are tricky little buggers. I’ve been crossing a lot of them lately; eight to the west for my poker holiday in Las Vegas, now seven to the east for a short business trip to China.
I killed someone. At least I think I did. I don’t remember doing so, not really; not the who or the where or the why of it. There is no personal “Bibulous One in The Library with the Lead Pipe:” All I know is that, buried in some place that’s lost in my past, is… Read More »