I got into trouble on twitter once for referring to ours as a “distance” relationship. The 50 or so miles that separate us and the “see each other most weeks” nature of it clearly seem like unimaginable luxury to those struggling to make attachments work over much greater distances. But apart is apart, and I… Read More »
It may not have escaped the notice of regular readers that my customary, two posts a week, blogging output has dried up somewhat over the last several months. In part, this is because I’ve been struggling to work out what I actually want this blog to be in my new life, or if it has… Read More »
I killed someone. At least I think I did. I don’t remember doing so, not really; not the who or the where or the why of it. There is no personal “Bibulous One in The Library with the Lead Pipe:” All I know is that, buried in some place that’s lost in my past, is… Read More »
I hadn’t wanted it the night before, tired and full of birthday food and good wine as I was. My mood had been more dominant than submissive too. But now, with London’s bright, morning light seeping round the edges of the still-drawn curtains, I asked her to use the two tailed whip. I was very… Read More »
So finally, about four or five years since it all started to break down for the second time, nearly 2 years after we agreed we didn’t want to spend the rest of our lives together, and way too long after way too many other people had been told, we told our boys we are going… Read More »
She’s not a sex worker; she’s part of the wide circle of people I am lucky enough to connect with on Twitter. As I have with a few from there, we agreed to meet up in real life; an evening of Tapas, red wine and what became a wide-ranging discussion about life, family, and food.… Read More »
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 »
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 »
The holiday had seemed a terribly important thing to do. Her becoming pregnant had set off a swirl of emotions, many of them negative, and it had taken a long time, longer than it was supposed to, for me to decide that I wanted US to have the baby rather than just her, and to… Read More »
I may have completely misunderstood my presence on Twitter. I’d always felt that I was defined there by my kinks; that my voice came from the exploration of my kinky nature through sessions with professional sex workers. However, while there are many submissive “men-who-see-Dommes” with twitter accounts, mine is a little unusual.
“The best place in the world is inside a hug” Yeah, I know; bit soppy isn’t it? But also kinda hard to argue with. I’m going to write posts about two hugs; two hugs that, while seemingly similar from the outside, would come to mean very different things.
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 »