I think that, for quite a long time, I have been hiding from sex. For years really. A situation where there is the possibility or, worse still, the expectation, of sex has carried with it, not the brash confidence of youth, but the performance anxiety of middle age.
A bit of Arnica, wearing underpants to bed, generally being careful. Dealing with bruises, so long as they are in the right place, has not, so far, been a problem for me. Only a couple of times has a Mistress (never Elita) marked me outside the target zone when I had asked her not to.… Read More »
Looking over my shoulder from the bench I see him behind me: all pressed black trousers and white shirt; muscular; his lower body providing the strong platform from which he builds the power of his swing with the thick leather tawse. I catch his eye briefly before it smacks hard into my backside. The impact makes… Read More »
Haiku pop up in my Twitter from time to time (there’s even some on here), but actual verse with actual rhymes and actual metres and all that actual poem shizzle is much rarer.
I was delighted that Mistress Elita agreed to accompany me to the Saturday evening event at the Eroticon sex writer’s conference last weekend. As the Mistress with whom I have been exploring my kinks more or less since I started this blog, she is a huge and important part of the story I try to tell here. I… Read More »
I hate being like this. Normally my kink hums away below the surface, a faint throb like the far away engine noise on a ship; there, should I want to listen to it, but unobtrusive if I am busy with other things.
For someone who pays for their kinks, while living an outwardly vanilla home life, Christmas can seem an endless stretch of enforced vanilladom. For me the only answer was to plan a kinky encounter as close to Christmas as I dare, something that would stay with me through the entire holiday period. My thinking centred on… Read More »
The Wicked Wednesday prompt “Pleasing” made me think. It made me think about my Mistress, and how important it is for my enjoyment of a session to know that she has been pleased by me and by my actions and reactions during our time together.
Looking at the stats on my blog, I see that you really like descriptions of heavy BDSM sessions and their aftermath, while erotica goes quite well but takes longer to get established. Oh, and you all go completely nuts for anything that includes a naked picture of Mistress Elita. That last one is SUCH a… Read More »
I know a bit about addiction, why is not relevant. As I get drawn deeper into BDSM I have started to recognise some of the acknowledged characteristics of addictive behaviour; the way it dominates my thoughts, the craving for a fix, the lengths I go to to achieve a high. So I looked up some “am… Read More »
My first posts went up just three months ago. Blogging was always something I intended to try for a while, largely to allow my kinky self out a bit more often, and then review. The extra risks that come from having the blog (and indeed the twitter account) mean that I can only justify them if there are… Read More »
I am a masochist. I derive sexual pleasure from pain. While this will not be news to anyone who has read this blog, I have decided to explore the nature of my masochism. I found this very difficult to write about, I suspect because some of these thoughts and feelings have been buried so deep for… Read More »