Generalising in any writing about sex is dangerous; everyone’s experience is so different. But, generalising about orgasms, particularly female orgasms, seems even more fraught. Some operate on a hair trigger; a touch here, a rub there and “Booom!” For others, an orgasm is hard-won; something that requires a very specific set of circumstances to achieve.
I have such a privileged life in my comfortable retirement that I always feel guilty when I complain about it. Nonetheless I’ve taken a couple of days away from my cold house and the pre-Christmas pressure to find everything delightful.
The Sinful Sunday theme is “Chairs” this week. I really like the chair in Lyra’s smart apartment in New England. It’s stylish and comfortable. Oh, and it’s made of cold steel and warm leather! What’s not to like?
When I started exploring my kinks, I was squeamish about anal play until one day Elita took me apart that way, leaving me quivering and gasping in a puddle of sweat, not quite able to believe what had just happened.
A riding crop is the classic gateway drug for impact play. Go to Ann Summers in Oxford Street and, alongside all the sexy underwear and nurses outfits, I’m sure you’ll find a “kink for beginners” kit with some faux leather cuffs, a blindfold and a riding crop. It will only be 12 or 14 inches long,… Read More »
What a mind fuck this is! We ‘discovered’ this position the other day. Her arms are tight round my waist, and get tighter the harder I spank her. The hand you can’t see is gently stroking her hair.
She has a punishment kink. It bothered me at first, because at least some of it is deep rooted in a complicated past. Now, knowing her better, I’m more happy to engage with it, not least because I too have a punishment kink.
As the title suggests, this has become my most favouritest impact play implement.
Listen to me carefully. Go to the bathroom and take a shower. Return in a robe and black knickers and kneel in front of me here. Do you understand? Good Girl.
“Send me a picture when it comes!” she had asked. So I did.
Sinful Sunday has been important to me ever since I started blogging, connecting me to a group of wonderfully non-judgemental people who were intrigued, fascinated or, occasionally, even turned on by my exploits.
I have no great skill at this photography business but “garbage in, garbage out” is a useful maxim in a multitude of spheres, and the “well spanked bottom” image from my New England trip seemed strong enough to survive me messing around with PIXLR filters.