There was such kinky energy in the room. And it seemed to stay there for the full three hours of our rental period. Even then it wasn’t enough. Why is it that the perfect duration of a kink session is always one hour more than the time you have rented the dungeon for? I hate… Read More »
None of this was planned. I didn’t even plan to see a Dominatrix on my Vegas trip, feeling myself in the wrong headspace. I certainly hadn’t imagined that a hot, kinky little switch would fly across the US to spend a potentially very spanky weekend with me. I had taken nothing with me: no toys,… Read More »
My previous post for Sinful Sunday showed an utterly spectacular view of my lovely, kinky friend L, who travelled across the USA to spend a weekend with me in Vegas. The post didn’t really describe how she came to be in the position in the inage.
Goodness me. I wasn’t sure what to expect when L, an occasional email friend, agreed at four days notice to fly over and spend the weekend in Vegas with me. I’d originally booked a separate room for her so she’d know I wasn’t assuming more than some good company. The weekend has turned into something… Read More »
Bloody hell! Quite the session, this. The sort of thing I haven’t done for a while. So much challenge. Twisting, writhing, vocalising the pain of it. Sucking in air in the pauses. Lost, deep in subspace.
Bloody lovely stuff, Ceviche. Fresh raw fish or other seafood, marinated in citrus and yummy things until exactly the moment the acid has worked its magic and started to transform the fish, in exactly the same way as cooking does. It’s fresh, delicious and the absolutely perfect thing to start a meal with. It’s one… 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 saw Miss Hunter last week. I wanted to dip a toe back into the murky waters of kink, and the swirls of sensations and emotions I used to seek out so often.
Content warning: loss, grief Walking into his garage in Spain for the first time was hard. We all felt it. This was what my brother had to show for his 58 years. This was to be, it appeared, the limits of his legacy: an ancient, undrivable car, a pile of dusty cardboard boxes and some… Read More »
Another poker post, I’m afraid. As I said in the last one, I’m seeing how it feels to write a poker blog and testing it out on here.
I say this every time I come to one of these events: “As an amateur poker player, why would you come to the biggest annual conglomeration of professionals in Europe?”