Eight years ago, when I started this blog, the first thing I wrote was an introductory page called “ABOUT ME – a kinky journey”, introducing myself and saying something about how I came to be launching a blog about kinky sex in my late fifties. It described a series of events: “I started hurting myself;”… Read More »
The kink I’ve always had most difficulty writing or talking about is that of hurting myself. Yet this is where it all started: a lonely little boy in a car; the teenager who nervously bought himself a riding crop and had to lie when his parents found it; the married adult who would disappear to… 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 »
When I started exploring my kinks, I was squeamish about anal play until one day Elita took me apart that way, leaving me quivering and gasping in a puddle of sweat, not quite able to believe what had just happened.
A riding crop is the classic gateway drug for impact play. Go to Ann Summers in Oxford Street and, alongside all the sexy underwear and nurses outfits, I’m sure you’ll find a “kink for beginners” kit with some faux leather cuffs, a blindfold and a riding crop. It will only be 12 or 14 inches long,… Read More »
She has a punishment kink. It bothered me at first, because at least some of it is deep rooted in a complicated past. Now, knowing her better, I’m more happy to engage with it, not least because I too have a punishment kink.
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 »
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 guess that my session with Miss Hunter is the origin of the booking I have made to see Mistress Kikko here in Las Vegas later today. I wanted to experience that intensity, that energy, again. In fact, I was hungry for it.
I was sat having gin and a glass of red with a couple of small plates of expensive but delicious food at the bar of a restaurant in the Bellagio Hotel. I’m staying there on my post-retirement poker break in Vegas.
I came across this today. A while ago, when I was still seeing Mistress Elita, I considered turning my blog, and the experiences therein, into a book. I got as far as putting together the first three chapters and a synopsis and sending them to an agent who seemed to represent some writers in this… Read More »
There were only two of us in the barbershop for my first post-lockdown haircut; me and the young Turkish haircutter. I guess the immediate post lockdown rush had subsided and it was a mid-week morning.