My friend @19syllables was one of the people I invited to my hotel room on the Friday night of Eroticon. “A chance to see a professional Dominatrix at work” I told them. She hadn’t wanted to come at first, nervous about how she might react. I was glad she did, and am doubly so, now… Read More »
There’s a streak of exhibitionism running through me; it’s not that wide compared to more flashy folk, but if you watched me cook or came skiing with me, you would find me enjoying my own competence. You might notice an exaggerated flick of the salt over a steak or the way the line my skis… Read More »
I read this live to an audience at Eroticon. It was fun to try an communicate the intensity of the experience. If you would rather listen to this than read it, then the audio version is at the bottom of the page.
A full BDSM session with Mistress Elita in a hotel bedroom. Been there. Done that. Not like this though. Not in front of a dozen or so people.
It’s late in the afternoon and we’re about to head off the mountain, the heavy falling snow and lack of visibility finally proving too much for us. Yet, just as we’re at the point of no return, the sun somehow finds it’s way through the clouds, as it has been doing at random times during… Read More »
I met with Mistress Elita yesterday and she finished the session with a strong caning.
I know more about the female orgasm than the male. This may seem a strange observation, though logical when you consider that, while I have been lucky enough to witness quite a number of female orgasms, I only have that level of familiarity with one male one. Mine. (Actually there was that time when Elita’s… Read More »
This is the bag I bring on a date. We might be meeting in a dungeon or round at your place but this is the bag I will come with. It’s a smartish sports bag I bought in Las Vegas to carry some rather good shirts I’d picked up at a Brooks Brother’s outlet store.
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A young escort in a black cocktail dress sits nervously in a dark alcove, surrounded by exotic carpets and curtains. Three champagne glasses are on the table. How did she get there? Who is she waiting for?
Left alone in a sumptuously curtained alcove off a fabulously ornate room in the royal palace, the young escort sat nervously on the edge of a plush sofa, surrounded by dozens of even plusher cushions.