THE ORC FLOGGER
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.
EAT THE DAMN CEVICHE!
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 »
READY FOR IT
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.
A WOMAN IN A BAR
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.
AN IMPACT PLAY
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.
NOT MUCH OF A LEGACY
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 »
STANDING UP (poker)
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.
MONTE CARLO OR BUST! (poker)
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?”
FITTED SHEETS (sinful sunday)
Fitted bloody sheets! My Ex had a way with them, but if I was on washing duty they’d end up as a tangled pile that wouldn’t fit on the shelf in the airing cupboard. She found it hilarious that, because my new house came with a basement rental let out on Booking.com, I am now… Read More »
“ESP ON THE BUTTOCKS” – first chapter of a book
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 »
NOT JUST A WINE
Content warning: grief, loss I think it’s going to be difficult tonight. Contemplating the evening ahead, I’m wondering if I’ve processed my younger brother’s untimely and violent death, to quite the extent I tell myself I have. My other brother (the middle one originally, I’ll call him D here) and I are going to have… Read More »
GLIMPSES IN THE RUBBLE
2021 has been a year of losing people. People my age lose their parents, those that are lucky enough to have kept them this far; that is the natural order of things. Knowing that doesn’t necessarily make it easier to lose both parents in a twelve-month period, but it is a relatable experience, something that… Read More »