Author Archives: Bibulous

I love this picture. It’s a change of tone from pictures of bruised bottoms in my recent posts, and it reminds of my week in L’s beautiful and stylishly decorated apartment in New England.

The core of our kinky dynamic is her Little One to my, …well… bigger one. Neither of us is comfortable with the language around the Daddy Dom and there is no age play in our relationship. Despite this, she often feels the need to be Little, curling her body into mine in a search for… Read More »

At the start of the week I had been cautious about hitting L too hard or for too long. It seems that on occasions her need for punishment isn’t just living out a fantasy but might be based on something darker and deeper. This is familiar territory for me, having explored where the boundary might… Read More »

My kinky little friend, with whom I am staying in New England just now, has been away from the kink scene for a while and, in her enthusiasm to try all the things, sometimes finds (as my mother would have said) that “Her eyes are bigger than her tummy.”

Fuck, this is so intense. I can feel my heart in my chest and her quiet sobbing noises are cutting through me like a knife. And I haven’t hit her yet.

If our first meeting was about how to generate a meaningful kinky dynamic without any special clothes, toys or implements, then our second might be about how not to be overwhelmed by the possibilities created by a suitcase full of such items.

Vegas. Our last morning. After a weekend in which two people who had never met have explored and discovered each other, each liking what they found enough to fall in love, the ride to the airport approaches.

She wanted me to send her a picture.  I wasn’t sure at first. Despite writing a sex blog, I’m still a bit of a prude, however unlikely that might seem.

There was such kinky energy in the room. And it seemed to stay there for the full three hours of our rental period.  Even then it wasn’t enough. Why is it that the perfect duration of a kink session is always one hour more than the time you have rented the dungeon for? I hate… Read More »

None of this was planned. I didn’t even plan to see a Dominatrix on my Vegas trip, feeling myself in the wrong headspace. I certainly hadn’t imagined that a hot, kinky little switch would fly across the US to spend a potentially very spanky weekend with me. I had taken nothing with me: no toys,… Read More »

My previous post for Sinful Sunday showed an utterly spectacular view of my lovely, kinky friend L, who travelled across the USA to spend a weekend with me in Vegas. The post didn’t really describe how she came to be in the position in the inage.

Goodness me. I wasn’t sure what to expect when L, an occasional email friend, agreed at four days notice to fly over and spend the weekend in Vegas with me. I’d originally booked a separate room for her so she’d know I wasn’t assuming more than some good company. The weekend has turned into something… Read More »