Whodunnit
The first rule of getting away with murder is; never, ever, tell anyone what you did. No matter what happens, do not admit, do not confess. Take that secret to the grave.
Tag: relationships (page 2)
You wish
I can see you watching me. Oh, you avert your eyes when I look around, you pretend to be deep…
Posh Boy
On the morning after another depressing Tory election win, I am reminded of a past encounter with a member of…
Rear View
After the party we admire our handiwork, bestow our blessings This was taken in 2018 after the Kinkfest play party…
Battle Dress
This coming week will be a tough one. Thankfully, I was able to spend the weekend hanging out with The…
His and hers
Snuggling up for post-orgasmic cuddles on a lazy Sunday afternoon. “Look”, I said “Yours and mine”. He looked and smiled.…
Control/Release
Given the choice, I no longer know whether I would choose to push on until I simply dissolve and evaporate; or to back off and slump, rolling lazily down from the mountaintop back to Earth. How fortunate then that the choice has been denied me. He wants me to come again. He’s going to make me.
Incel
The phrase “involuntarily celibate” has great resonance for me. For a while in my life, I was celibate, and not by choice
“Incel stands for ‘involuntarily celibate’ which basically means “someone who isn’t getting laid because other people are denying them’ with the implication that those people shouldn’t be allowed to refuse. The idea that there should be equal distribution of sexual activity between all people seems very ‘Brave New World’ to me; and not in a good way but setting the entitlement issues aside; the phrase “involuntarily celibate” has great resonance for me. For a while in my life, I was celibate, and not by choice. I was in a long-term relationship with a man I loved very much. He was kind, intelligent, funny, handsome, independent, quirky and a completely fucking awesome cook. He adored me and showed it in many many ways. Except the one I wanted most.
The Butcher
His strong, blunt-fingered hands are clean and soft, but I know what they do, day by day; where they’ve been and what they’ve touched.
CW: If you’re vegetarian, vegan or are squeamish about where your food comes from; don’t read this. If you read it anyway and find yourself squicked out or offended, don’t hate on me. I did warn you.
His strong, blunt-fingered hands are clean and soft, but I know what they do, day by day; where they’ve been and what they’ve touched.
A week of denial
It’s been three days since I had an orgasm and while I’m not yet at the point of desperation; I’m wandering around in a permanent state of low-level arousal with kinky mind-porn playing almost continually in the back of my mind. (More so than usual, that is).