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 »
I love trying new things, whether as a dom or a sub. This post is about doing just that. Being hit on the feet is not on my hard-limit list, but it’s something I find difficult to eroticise and could not imagine asking for it myself. I’ll always take it if I can, but being… Read More »
It’s a phrase teenagers use, or they did when I was one. “Did you go all the way?” or “Have they been all the way?” usually followed by a knowing snigger. Nowadays, it has a different meaning for me. Nowadays it implies finding the natural end of an impact play session; the point where no… Read More »
For reasons that I don’t feel I have yet got to the bottom of, Lyra’s submissive, masochistic side is less in evidence just now. It’s our 5th block of time together, and on the others my dominant playing with her submissive has been about two thirds of our kinky activity together. This time it’s at… Read More »
I’d have photographed myself in purple underwear if I had any, purple being the theme for this week’s Sinful Sunday. Instead you get this.
Sat here in the kitchen on a cold Sunday morning, with my second coffee brewing and some opera on the speakers, I decided I really wanted to do a Sinful Sunday this week. I knew why too.
Do you find consensual violence hot? Does that ever trouble you? I still answer a firm “Yes” to both questions.
Poor Lyra. She was nervous as hell. We’d just checked into out hotel room in North London and the room wasn’t great. I tried to be reassuring but wasn’t getting through. The walk to the dungeon through a, frankly, rather seedy part of town only made things worse for her.
I’m late to the party but keen to participate in Molly’s new Revelations meme, the first theme for which is “Dear Diary.” It has given me a chance to order my thoughts about the last ten days, during which Lyra, my kinky lover from Persia via Montreal and New England, has been on her first… Read More »