My Mum, bless her, was a bit of a prude. If anyone so much as kissed on the TV she would stiffly look away or concentrate on her sewing. But her prudery was about more than sex, closer perhaps to the Mirriam Webster definition: Prude: a person who is excessively or priggishly attentive to propriety… Read More »
She hits me again and, in an instant, I’ve gone…… Physically I’m lying over pillows on a hotel bed in San Diego and Lyra is beating me with a cane brought out in my checked baggage from the UK for this purpose. But in my head and inside my body, the surges of sensation she… Read More »
I haven’t written this sort of kinkily introspective post for a while, but I came to something of a revelation about the possible origins of my kinks while I was in the US. I shared my thoughts with my therapist which helped to solidify them enough to contemplate writing a post.
I wrote about how the World Series of Poker had turned out not be the the optimum time for a recreational player, however competent, to visit Vegas to play the game.
On our last evening together we returned to the AirBNB where we were staying after a simple but tasty dinner and decided to watch a movie. The internet wasn’t working properly so choice was strictly limited. We watched Ender’s Game, a larky bit of space-based nonsense about a kid training for intergalactic battle. You know… Read More »
There was a mirror alongside the bed.
With her encouragement, I’ve been sending Lyra occasional pictures from my hotel room here in Las Vegas. We’ll be together in a few days time in San Diego.
My brother isn’t great with my poker playing. He might ask how a trip was and if I say “Good thanks!” he’ll invariably reply “Yeah, but no gambler ever admits they lost.”
I’ve not been blogging lately. When I’m with Lyra, I try to be focussed on her, rather than stuck in a blog post. When we’re apart, my kinks tend to shut down and, with them, the urge to write about the things that happened when we were together. However, last week I booked a session… Read More »
I haven’t posted images or writing for ages, without really being sure what has stopped me doing so. After ten days with Lyra, I have plenty of material in my head and in the “hidden” section of the image library on my phone.
My dad had a dressing gown. He spent a lot of time in it towards the end and it always seemed as tired and worn out as he was. Somehow dressing gowns, or bath robes as the Americans call them, have always had that association with me. They’ve always spoken of age and decline. I… Read More »
I love Vegas. It’s a madcap, crazy, 24/7 party where inhibitions are down, and anything goes. It’s somewhere I can travel alone and yet strike up conversations with poker players, with taxi drives or with the guy sat next to me at the bar. It has for years been an occasional refuge from the humdrum… Read More »