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.

If our first meeting was about how to generate a meaningful kinky dynamic without any special clothes, toys or implements, then our second might be about how not to be overwhelmed by the possibilities created by a suitcase full of such items.

Vegas. Our last morning. After a weekend in which two people who had never met have explored and discovered each other, each liking what they found enough to fall in love, the ride to the airport approaches.

She wanted me to send her a picture.  I wasn’t sure at first. Despite writing a sex blog, I’m still a bit of a prude, however unlikely that might seem.