A rare choice for me
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Posted:Mar 30, 2016 2:58 pm
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:08 pm 347600 Views
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This picture was shot by a lover as he watched me being fucked on my sofa. And, rather unusually for me, I prefer the picture in colour rather than the black and white I tend to favour.
Which do you prefer?
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Getting the message
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Posted:Mar 29, 2016 2:58 am
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:07 pm 338422 Views
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I get contacted frequently by ex-lovers who just say hello and ask how I am doing. In the main, we are exes as the course of our interactions just came to a natural conclusion. I like that we remain on good enough terms to exchange pleasantries.
There may be some who are angling to reconvene where we left off but I'm a firm believer in not revisiting the past. Things fizzled out for a reason and the few attempts I've made at rekindling old passions have been disappointing to say the least.
Some ex-lovers read this blog. And that's ok too. I wonder at the motivation behind some doing so, but I put this stuff out in the public domain and if they want to read it then that's their choice.
But there are some ex-lovers I don't want to have anything to do with. This is usually as they've started to pester me and, frankly, get on my nerves. An example for you.
About 7 years ago, as I was starting out on my voyage of discovery, I saw a man for about 6 months. I made it very clear from the start that I was not interested in having a boyfriend, monogamy or anything other than having fabulous sex.
All was well for a good few months but then he went all funny on me, hassling me and demanding more from me than I wanted to give. We had words and he backed off for a while. Then, after hassling me once again, he told me of his fantasy of fucking me while I was wearing my wedding dress on the day we were to be married. It ended there.
Over the next couple of years, I got the odd message here and there and a couple of letters to my house which I ignored. Perhaps this was rude of me but I didn't know what to say and also didn't want to engage any further with him. Eventually the messages petered out.
Then a few months back, he started to bombard me with emails, each one slightly more explicit and disturbing than the last. He told me where he was living (c.250 miles from me) and what he wanted to do to me. Rightly or wrongly, I ignored the messages. I didn't want to communicate with him and felt that replying would only fuel whatever fire he felt was burning. But the emails kept on coming. It got to the point where I was so freaked out by the content of the emails that I shared his details with several people so if anything happened to me then suspect number one could be made known to the police.
And then a man sent me an email on here. The profile indicated that they were just a few miles down the road from me. The message was interesting so I replied and got a response back. It was him. He had set up a new profile with pictures I didn't recognise with the intention of seeing if I would reply to a message. I was angry and didn't appreciate being deceived in this way.
I responded immediately to tell him, in no uncertain terms, that he was making me feel uncomfortable and that I did not want to be contacted by him ever again. His response was that all he had wanted was for me to tell him I wasn't interested. I had but I also think my lack of response to his many emails made this very clear.
Do you take lack of response as a clear message that someone is not interested or as a signal to keep on trying?
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I'm ashamed - it's filthy!
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Posted:Mar 2, 2016 10:25 am
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:07 pm 442662 Views
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Look at the state of it! Way overdue a wash. I shall don a tight white t-shirt and some cut off shorts and give it a good scrub using lots of soap suds at the weekend I promise.
Today, I noticed a cleaner/less dirty patch on the side of my car. Which made me smile. It must have been caused my bum rubbing against the paintwork as we had a quickie against the side of the car last week.
I've noticed other similar things in the past a few days after an escapade like a perfect handprint in lube on the door of the cupboard under the stairs and a broken bamboo skewer (aka pervertible to quote someone wise) under the sofa.
What subtle evidence have you left behind in the past?
p.s. I parked over the line intentionally 
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Goggles
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Posted:Feb 14, 2016 3:25 pm
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:07 pm 512176 Views
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I posted a pic the other day and was asked about the goggles. They are welders goggles and are a great alternative to blindfolds. Comfortable, no slippage like traditional blindfolds and you really cannot see a thing when wearing them. No peeking is possible.
I've shared this picture before under a post called Composure which shows me the first time I wore a pair. I have since bought my own which have been used to deny not only me my sense of sight but that of some of those who have entered my lair.
It was also the first time this particular lover marked me. Arms bound above my head as shown, I was turned so that I faced the wall and was left waiting for what seemed like an eternity. My sense of hearing working hard in the silence as I tried to fathom out what was going to happen.
In time, I heard the tell tale sound of a belt being removed and then the leather gently caressing my arse. Teasing me and making me squirm in anticipation. Then the belt struck me hard, not terribly so, but hard enough to hurt.
He went slowly at first, gauging my reaction each time the belt made contact with my flesh. We had discussed my pain threshold which I had described as reasonably high but it's an inexact measure and clearly he didn't want to overstep my limits. I had not moved nor made a sound so he upped the level of intensity further and continued to deliver what must have been 40 or 50 to my ever reddening and bruised behind. It took some resolve and determination but I did not make one sound and I kept my breathing regular throughout.
This picture was taken slightly later the same evening. I had been released from the bolt high in the wall and had been tied to the study table with my hands over my head. The picture was taken the moment his cock entered me. And boy, did I make some noise then.
Have you found/adapted any every day items to assist you in your world of kink? I clearly weld daily
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Heart shaped
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Posted:Feb 14, 2016 4:24 am
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:07 pm 452260 Views
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Life being what it is meant that my weekend plans were turned on their head as looking after the wellbeing of others needed to (and should) come first. So my plans for a wild weekend of indulgence and depravity were put on hold.
I did manage to find a couple of hours to myself this morning though, so I met up with my lover for a spot of breakfast. It was lovely to catch up although the the brief time spent together has somehow made me miss him more.
I might not have got the wild weekend of passion originally planned but I did get a kiss, a white rose and heart shaped bacon on top of my pancakes which went a long way towards making up for it.
Have any of you ever done anything creative with food? [blanches slightly while wondering if this is a sensible question to ask in blogland]
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Post Orgasmic Haze (or POH for short)
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Posted:Feb 13, 2016 10:05 am
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:07 pm 454823 Views
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You know the feeling I mean. Those moments after la petite mort when you are lost in the endorphin rush, spent, exhausted and sated.
It's in these moments that I stick my tongue out and bite it. I never realised I did so (my POHs are clearly good ones) until it was pointed out to me and the photographic evidence was provided.
What do you do in your POH?
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Instructions
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Posted:Feb 13, 2016 9:02 am
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:07 pm 352432 Views
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A few weeks back, my lover and I were cavorting in his room when he instructed me to kneel on the bed. Which I did. Immediately. On the opposite side of the bed from him and facing the wrong way. This made his intention of taking me from behind a bit tricky. And earned me a smack for insubordination. I felt this was completely uncalled for as I had done what was asked of me. It's an unfair life.
Move on a couple of weeks and we were cavorting again, this time in my bedroom, when he gave me the same high level instruction. He paused momentarily, then gave a long list of more precise instructions meaning that I ended up exactly where he intended me to be. He learned the lesson of the importance of clear instructions well. Clever dom.
What instructions have you intentionally misunderstood or taken far too literally? And what were the consequences?
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Bloody autocorrect
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Posted:Feb 8, 2016 12:55 pm
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2020 10:13 am 349608 Views
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I've been chit chatting to a potential new meet today and things were going swimmingly well. That is until I sent him a message saying that '...there is a possibility of [something rather naughty happening] but that it would be with my male parent present and participating'.
Despite my immediate explanation that I meant to say partner but stupid autocorrect mucked up, i have heard nothing back for hours. I fear he may have run off.
What's your most unfortunate typo been?
UPDATE: He has replied. He's up for it as long as my mum comes along too!
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X is for...
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Posted:Feb 4, 2016 1:51 pm
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:06 pm 350935 Views
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...me in an X shape.
X proved a little tricky. A picture of my xiphoid process didn't sound that appealing and I was buggered if I could think of another body part. But thanks to a little inspiration from dear Mr Bargee all was not lost.
And by pure luck, we made a rather good z too.
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W is for...
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Posted:Jan 28, 2016 2:05 pm
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:06 pm 354434 Views
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...waists.
Here is a picture of me taking a very close look at the waists of a couple of my very good friends. I'll admit I had a little peek at their willies too.
Which body parts do you enjoy inspecting close up?
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