I always enjoy it when I can provide a platform for a kinky male who, like me, leads a life where a significant part of their true selves is “in the closet.” It’s fun to give such folk a chance to peek out of the closet and tell their story.
Of course, going behind, or having sex “Doggy style,” as this weeks Kink Of The Week topic puts it, CAN be about making love rather than fucking. (If you’re the type of person that likes to draw that distinction. I am, by the way).
We were nearing the end of a super-intense threesome BDSM session. I’d been in very deep and was asking for more, asking Elita to slap me, an act that, for me at least, manages to combine great intimacy with great violence. She’d obliged, hitting me hard and fast, sending me still deeper into my masochistic self.
I’ve sensed it over our last few sessions. They’ve seemed more intense. Harder. Deeper. And afterwards a greater feeling of being lost. Shocked. Unsettled.
I’m later than normal to Sinful Sunday but I only returned last night from a rescue mission to see my son who has found himself, with no training, cooking for 12/14 people, 6 days a week, in a ski resort.
A comment recently popped into a blog post from last year where I had written about “Intimacy and the Girlfriend Experience.” In contrast to the wonderfully affectionate connection that I had described, the person writing the comment had found his experience cold, perfunctory and altogether less joyful.
Packing for Eroticon I couldn’t think why the case wouldn’t shut when I was packing for only one night, pushing up at me stubbornly as I tried to close it. I realised later why that was. I had two lengths of rope, a bag of clothes pegs (clothespins to Mercans), my little bag of insecurities and… Read More »
I’ve read my earlier post again and realise, in the cold light of day, that it might seem boastful; “Hey, look at me! Look at all the things I got to do with a beautiful woman half my age!” I accept that. I’m nearly sixty; I’m a bit overweight; I suffer from erectile dysfunction. Yet last weekend,… Read More »
Yup. At the age of not-quite-sixty I’ve decided that sex is ace. Its not exactly the most startling revelation but its how I feel. I have no idea if I’m really any good at it (I mean look at my age, for goodness sake) but I don’t care because SEX IS ACE. It’s joyous, and… Read More »
We had a few beers, me and @BarelyLuchid We had a burger too. He insisted that we order the “Six Nations” option, quite deliberately choosing a meal that included, INSIDE THE BUN, both a hideously greasy hash brown (potato – Irish, you see) AND chopped leeks (for Wales – you’re getting the idea now) just so he had… Read More »
Sometimes, all I want to do after a beating is lie in a darkened hotel room and just drift on the endorphin clouds, enjoying the soreness and the delicious feeling of having survived. But it can also be fun to be with people who know what I’ve been doing and to enjoy their sympathetic interest as I share… Read More »
Me, two days ago, to Mistress Elita: “Hi! I hope you are well. I might need to be smacked around a bit and was wondering if you had any time available on….”