The Day I Humped My Womanizer

It was the weekend after Eroticon and for a couple of days already I felt this twitch in my crotch, alerting me that it was time for an orgasm. The last one had been at my own hand on the Friday morning in Camden, while Master T was downstairs smoking a cigarette. I actually could ... continue reading

Twenty-One: The Magic Number

Our relationship should never have been. However, there always something that hinted that we were not in the traditional roles society might have placed him in. He was of my mother’s generation, her friend, her confidant but they drifted apart. About two years later he came looking for her, but by then she had left ... continue reading

Permission, sort of…

As I have mentioned here before, Master T is not well. It all started with his leg in September 2016 and progressed to a point where in December 2016 he started having panic attacks and hyperventilated almost 24 hours a day. He couldn’t go to his work anymore as driving became to dangerous, but thankfully ... continue reading

Birthday Weekend

Last weekend I turned fifty, and for the first time ever, I invited some ‘kinky friends’ over to celebrate together with family. Early in the evening family started leaving and eventually only those ‘kinky friends’ were still here. We talked about floggers and dildos and sex (as I guess could have been expected) and I ... continue reading