I am neither artist nor art critic but I love works where a single, well drawn line or a few brush strokes hint at the beauty of a scene and invite us to fill in the rest of the picture ourselves. This image does that for me.
Occasionally, lucky bastard that I am, I find myself in a situation so hot I almost have to pinch myself so I can believe it’s real. This would be one of those.
Occasionally I see an item of clothing on Twitter or a website and I just immediately know who I have to have it for. Someone who would make the item look like it was designed specifically for them alone. And so it was with the Bettie Page Ivory French Knickers. I absolutely HAD to see… Read More »
Some of my most memorable times with sex workers have been when I’ve been able to give someone an experience they haven’t had before. I don’t even mean just kinky experiences; Lilly’s trip to Cirque Du Soleil, and Elita’s first visit to the Royal Opera House were wonderful too.
For #SinfulSunday I’ve chosen my favourite image from my session with the beautiful Mistress Selina Bellatrix in Barcelona last week. She is pictured in the amazing kinky play-space that is Clandestino
My Sinful Sunday this week is the full image of the very lovely Miss Donna Hardy over the bench in my hotel room. I think she looks glorious. She’s been spanked and given a belting. Although this went much further than I expected, it was very much a “one step at a time” exploration of the extent… Read More »
I have been reading about erotic asphyxiation. It’s become an occasional part of my play with Elita, and always adds a dark edge to our sessions.
Mistress Elita. Dominatrix, photographer, musician. After nearly three years our sessions still have the capacity to surprise.
I saw Katie again I probably shouldn’t I saw Katie again I’d said that I wouldn’t
My Sinful Sunday image this week links to my recent post where I found myself exploring the boundary between erotic masochism and self harm in a very aaah ‘practical’ way.
I admit it. I quite enjoy the “Dom in a Suit, girl in lingerie” trope. I’ve played with it before. I can see why people have trouble with the patriarchal symbolism that comes with it, but it’s a role I like to play rather than who I am. At least, I think it is.
Strange weekend, this. It’s my wife’s sixtieth birthday weekend and the house will be full of her family, most of whom know that we’re getting divorced.