Generalising in any writing about sex is dangerous; everyone’s experience is so different. But, generalising about orgasms, particularly female orgasms, seems even more fraught. Some operate on a hair trigger; a touch here, a rub there and “Booom!” For others, an orgasm is hard-won; something that requires a very specific set of circumstances to achieve.
I have such a privileged life in my comfortable retirement that I always feel guilty when I complain about it. Nonetheless I’ve taken a couple of days away from my cold house and the pre-Christmas pressure to find everything delightful.
The Sinful Sunday theme is “Chairs” this week. I really like the chair in Lyra’s smart apartment in New England. It’s stylish and comfortable. Oh, and it’s made of cold steel and warm leather! What’s not to like?
Kink Of The Week for this period is “Caning,” something I know a bit about, having explored both sides of a caning (giver and receiver) extensively. I approached my friend and occasional play partner Honey with the idea that we write about both sides of the caning I had given her at the end of… Read More »
Honey’s amazing birthday party, which I already wrote about here, was such an amazing experience for me. I got to explore new things with new people and to let my dominant, toppy side out in company where it was appreciated, even sought after. That felt good.
I went into a sex shop before I went to New England. Not a huge deal, you may think: “Surely, given he’s been blogging for ever about this stuff, he’s in and out of sex shops all the time.”
I finally went to a kinky play party, though nobody there seemed able to believe it was my first experience of such a thing. It was the much delayed birthday of my friend and occasional playmate, Honey. I had gradually journeyed from “Oh, I don’t think I could do that”, via a short detour through… Read More »
I love this picture. It’s a change of tone from pictures of bruised bottoms in my recent posts, and it reminds of my week in L’s beautiful and stylishly decorated apartment in New England.
The core of our kinky dynamic is her Little One to my, …well… bigger one. Neither of us is comfortable with the language around the Daddy Dom and there is no age play in our relationship. Despite this, she often feels the need to be Little, curling her body into mine in a search for… Read More »
At the start of the week I had been cautious about hitting L too hard or for too long. It seems that on occasions her need for punishment isn’t just living out a fantasy but might be based on something darker and deeper. This is familiar territory for me, having explored where the boundary might… Read More »
My kinky little friend, with whom I am staying in New England just now, has been away from the kink scene for a while and, in her enthusiasm to try all the things, sometimes finds (as my mother would have said) that “Her eyes are bigger than her tummy.”
Fuck, this is so intense. I can feel my heart in my chest and her quiet sobbing noises are cutting through me like a knife. And I haven’t hit her yet.