I’m not sure if this is going to be interesting at all, it’s more of the same old thing I’ve been writing for a bit, however, if down the line I write about doing some things, I want my readers to know that I’ve been doing all the requisite consideration…
Under the sheets
I tend not to be very explicit when describing my experiences here. For one, they feel private, and to describe them in detail seems tacky and vulgar. I get embarrassed too, describing in detail what gets me off. Yeah, I’ve written some erotica, but that is far different for me that saying: “This specifically is something that…
Safeword
There was a post I was thinking about writing at one point, about how silly it is that first piece of advice often given to people beginning to explore kink is to have a safeword. Actually, I still think it’s a little ridiculous for the first piece of advice for a couple beginning…
Everything must go.
If I hadn’t already mentioned in my effusive gushing, Tavi is a biter. And while I’m not the hairiest man that ever was, I’ve got a fair bit of hair on my chest. Or rather had. She didn’t like it, said it had to go, and so go it did. I…
Communication and Vocalization
Really Peroxide, another one of these “guess what I did last night?” posts, really? Yeah, really. Deal with it. Tavi and I went out to brunch on Sunday, my favorite place, it was quite lovely. I’ve been thinking about, worrying about, fretting over the boundary discussion I knew we needed…
Sub-frenzy and those afflicted
I mentioned early on that upon coming to the realization that this was what I wanted, what I needed, then it was all I could think about. I didn’t really go into what that looked or felt like. The thing about sub-frenzy, at least with me, is it dies down…
Playing with Fire
Particularly astute readers may have already gleaned that I met a young woman last weekend. Tavi, is the ginger switch who, after playing games at the geek munch on Saturday messaged me about getting together for some more hang out time and possibly some play. We met for drinks yesterday…
Lippy
It is a small disappointment to me that I am not a Smart-assed Masochist. Rather than endlessly quipping as the pain escalates, I’ll make a brave attempt to be clever, and then immediately recant, back peddle, beg for forgiveness and finally break down into cries and whimpers. Far from being too kinky…