REMEMBERED
I was down at my parents’ house last week, doing an awful job.
Author Archives: Bibulous
CHECKING IN (KOTW)
Checking into a hotel room is not just one set of feelings for me; it’s many different feelings, depending on the circumstances. I’m going to explore those feelings here for Kink Of The Week.
WHEN THE CHIPS ARE DOWN (sinful sunday)
I prefer not to play poker in the casino just now; it’s a dauntingly crowded environment while Covid infections are so high. Instead, I play in a London flat rented by two well-known local players, one of whom is a longstanding poker friend. Last time I played, I stayed in the flat the night before… Read More »
CURTAINS (sinful sunday)
When I opened up my blog to post this Sinful Sunday I had to brush cobwebs away from the keyhole and I’m sure there was a creek of rusty hinges as the doors swung back.
GOOD GIRL!
“I’m ready for you now!” he calls out. She pulls the heavy curtain to one side to reveal a play space separate from the main dungeon that she hasn’t been in before. The lights have been turned off, but 6 small candles he has placed on the floor throw their flickering warmth over the leather… Read More »
NAKED (sinful sunday)
Big, hairy man standing in the shower. I tried to take it with the shower running, but water was getting everywhere and my phone slipped off it’s perch on top of the toilet. Fortunately it landed on the floor and not in the pan! The things we do for Sunful Sunday!
THE BARBERSHOP
There were only two of us in the barbershop for my first post-lockdown haircut; me and the young Turkish haircutter. I guess the immediate post lockdown rush had subsided and it was a mid-week morning.
REPAIR WORK (sinful sunday)
I had to say goodbye to my little brother this week, his funeral delayed by administrative snarl-ups that I won’t go into here. It wasn’t an easy thing to do as I had a very special relationship with him, strengthened when he became the only family member with whom I have shared Bibulous, this blog… Read More »
TIME OUT (sinful sunday)
Just a bit of a lie down. Won’t be long. A chance to just breathe for a while, here on the bed.
TURNING TO JESSICA AGAIN (CW: loss, grief)
Do you have a place you go to when you feel the need to cry but your brain won’t let you; a memory, image or piece of video that does for the emotions what a finger down the throat does for the body?
AND SO I TOOK A LEFT….
I changed my walk this morning. I’d planned to walk through the water meadows; it’s a beautiful path first thing in the morning, all reeds and tall grasses, criss-crossed with streams and waterways. Close to the town, and yet pleasingly wild and unkempt. It would be especially beautiful on this bright, spring day.
THE DOMINATRIX AND THE THERAPIST
I wonder how my therapist will feel when she reads this. I suspect not all women would be happy to have parallels drawn between themselves and a sex worker. I touched on the subject in our last session and, understanding the respect and affection within which I hold Mistress Elita, she had been OK with… Read More »