THE PRUDE (therapy and self-analysis)
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 »
AND I’VE GONE….. On subspace
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 »
IN THE BEGINNING….
TROUBLE IN VEGAS – THE FIGHT BACK
AD BREAK (sinful sunday)
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 »
Black! (sinful sunday)
TRANSLUCENT! (sinful sunday)
TROUBLE IN VEGAS
KINKS ENGAGED!
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 »
POSE (sinful sunday)
ROBED (sinful sunday)
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 »