Ritual Or Routine?

It wasn't so much a ritual, more just the way we did things; the days when we were getting together tended to follow a certain pattern. It would start with text messages. All very innocent at first; simply asking how the other was, how their day was going and general chit chat. As the day... Continue Reading →

TMI Tuesday: May 7, 2019 – Masturbation Month

May is Masturbation Month.  Can one masturbate too much? I suppose it may be theoretically possible, but it's not something that I've ever experienced. For me, masturbating at all would be more notable. Do you masturbate daily? See previous question. 30 odd years ago, this would have been a resounding "Fuck yeah! And twice at... Continue Reading →

Self Indulgence

I have referred to my masturbatory "dry-spell" before. For reasons due to my depression and the medicine I take to control it, attempting to provide myself with a little "personal relief" all to often results in causing more frustration than it alleviates. Such being the case, it is something I have more or less given... Continue Reading →

Alfresco

Maybe it's the fact that, for once, we've actually had something that you could call a summer here in Scotland this year, but there is something particularly arousing about the warmth of summer sunshine; feeling its heat sink into you as you languish beneath it. I've long been a fan of fucking alfresco for any... Continue Reading →

Summer Past

It was the last weekend in August of the long summer between leaving school and starting university. The girl in question and I had already shared a number of firsts and today would be another. We lived near a loch. During the week, I made some extra money by rowing anglers back and forth across its... Continue Reading →

On Her Knees

The woman on her knees; it's almost a staple image of the D/s scene, particularly in the CMNF sub-genre to which, I suppose, my photo applies. But, as much as it can play towards submissive tropes, it is not a depiction of weakness; in fact it is often quite the opposite. To be greeted in... Continue Reading →

The Closest Shave

I have mentioned before that I am actually quite fond of pubic hair on a woman. There is something about slowly running my fingers through those soft, and increasingly damp, curls between a woman's legs that can transport me back in time to when sex and exploration of the female body were new experiences for... Continue Reading →

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