Part 1 of this story is here. “What the actual fuck am I doing here?” I asked myself as I looked round the table in the private card room behind the main poker area in the Aria Casino. I took my seven and a half stacks of $100 chips (20 chips in each stack) out… Read More »
I realise that, at a time when so many are struggling and losing their jobs, a story of winning large amounts of money merely by playing a game, might seem out of tune with the times. However I enjoyed recollecting different times, times of travel and holidays and sunshine. I enjoyed reliving these remarkable few… Read More »
I wrote this a while ago but sat on it. I decided National Women’s Day might be a time to give it an edit and post it. Back in the days when my soon-to-be-ex wife was actively antagonistic towards me, fortunately long passed, one of her repeated barbs was: “You have a problem with strong… Read More »
Saturday afternoon finds me in THAT mood. You know the one! All kinky thoughts and no-one to share them with.
Emboldened by a lot of lovely positivity in response to my self-tie last week, I’ve had the rope out again.
I used to live here, lucky bastard that I am. Big barn conversation on an acre of land. Huge open spaces, wonderful light, a fantastic family home that everyone who visited it loved immediately. I hated it.
Not, I admit, a new picture; I’m a bit busy just now so I tried to edit this so I liked it. It’s taken in a hotel room in Asia; a memory of a different time.
I love this beautifully kinky painting, and have done since I first saw it. It’s by American artist Natalie Frank, who spent time in New York City’s dungeon underworld, gathering material for a striking set of images of Dominatrix’s and their clients. I know that underworld, and have visited Dominas in New York dungeons myself,… Read More »
I’ve been doing some sorting out ready to move just before Christmas.
I hesitated to post this, concerned at what all my lovely twitter friends might think: “He’s there on his own, grieving for his dad, and now he’s self harming! We have to save him!” I love you guys, but it wasn’t like that; it really wasn’t. I’m doing OK; not avoiding the waves of emotion… Read More »
Content warning: grief, sadness (no rugby in this one) I’m the older brother of three. It shouldn’t make a difference, not after all these years, but it does. I am the executor of my father’s will and so it’s me that is dealing with the solicitor, the bank accounts and the house. It will be… Read More »
I wasn’t really feeling it this week, for reasons which will be obvious if you’ve been following recent events in the world of Bibulous. But 500 Sinful Sundays is some landmark! Not one you’d want to miss.