“Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly.” ― M.F.K. Fisher
I would enjoy this image if I just stumbled across it on someone else’s twitter; the curve of her beautiful bottom, the warmth of their naked embrace; these are enticing things to me.
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’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.
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 »
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 »
I recently found myself in a new bedroom with some time on my hands. I decided I wanted a Sinful Sunday shot that had a bit of me in it. | But not too much. Just a glimpse in fact.
Exactly a year ago, (to the day if you’re reading this on Sunday) I entered Mistress Elita’s stunning aparment for a session with her and a friend who, I had been told, was new to sex work. Sat in Elita’s armchair, a robe wrapped tightly round her as if for protection, was a strikingly beautiful young woman with… Read More »
…and though she be but little, she is fierce… (Shakespeare – A Midsummer Night’s Dream)
Towards the end of an intense, three-way, corporal punishment game in a dungeon, I had the option to choose “something nice” for Elita without knowing what it was going to be. Given that her man was in charge of proceedings, “nice” could have been translated into all manner of kinky excess.
Last week I had a super intense three way BDSM session in a dungeon with Mistress Elita and her man. I knew from before that he was very skilled with a cane. It turns out that he’s just as good with a whip.
Sinful Sunday theme of “E”. It took a lot of thinking about as you can imagine; though there was only ever going to be one way to go.