The contrast is too great. The world I live in here and on Twitter, the things I do, the people I meet, the conversations I have, are too much fun. This life is drawn in such bright colours; the emotional and sensual highlights of a session with a sex worker, the joy of meeting new… Read More »
I’m on holiday, so I’m just going to publish my Sinful Sunday image of the lovely Miss Donna Hardy and let it explain itself!
Ahh, jeez. Ouch. My knees creak as I twist gingerly out of bed, the pain in them piercing through the clouds of my hangover and my poor night’s sleep. “How much wine did we have with the steaks?” I ask myself. Too much for sure.
It was one of those sessions that shouldn’t really have happened. It was too soon after the previous one, but my first weeks back at work after the Christmas holidays had been horrible and I was facing a long, lonely weekend.
Would you still be leaving me if I’d treated you like I treat her, the sex worker I see from time to time? If, when you came home for our evening without the kids, I’d let my delight at seeing you show on my face, smiling from my eyes into yours like lovers do, would… Read More »
I love this image of Miss Hardy, from our intense and erotic post Christmas session. I love everything about it.
For this weeks ‘Letter F’ theme for Sinful Sunday, I’ve gone with “Flogged.” Not everyone finds it easy to eroticise being hit on the back, but I find it deeply rewarding.
A heavy BDSM session can be deeply affecting and sometimes I’ll walk out of the dungeon in a haze, barely able to believe what just happened. It might still be with me days later.
I can feel the fabric of the sheet slide against the rawness of my back as I move in my face-up position on the bed. I’m still a little sub-spacey from the whipping she gave me earlier, and the rubber rope she has tied round my balls is pinching, adding a sharp sting to the… Read More »
I discovered a new thing this week. Hand porn. It seems that many women find men’s hands attractive. But, as with any other specific form of attraction, not all hands, and not in all situations.
I love you guys! All you bloggy/twittery folks who live in my phone. I love the interaction, the openness, the sense of belonging. I love how every now and then you throw me a curve ball.
I just had to share this image and the little video. The image is a window on the strange, underground world I inhabit; a world of forbidding dungeons, hidden behind anonymous doors, of flogging frames made of cold, steel; a world of beautiful Mistresses with whips and floggers and canes.