Category: His

  • My Favorite View, Her Spread

    My Favorite View, Her Spread

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    She loves this picture, it presses all her buttons. Her exhibitionism, her voyeurism and her absolute love of being fingered. I have to say that I have never seen myself from this point of view. But I do love what I see from here. Her legs spread open before me, her cunt open too, ready…

  • On the Good Ship Lollipop

    On the Good Ship Lollipop

    Molly likes to buy me gifts, and often they are kinky gifts and to be honest I can’t think of one that I haven’t enjoyed. I can think of a few that she has enjoyed less than I do. This would be one of those. Specfications: Materials: Corian and Stainless Steel Handle Length: 13cm Overall…

  • Necessary Evil

    Necessary Evil

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    Everyone has limits, things that they won’t do. A level beyond which their safeword is no longer something theoretical, but a word that quivers on your lips. The question is, when do you stop? Is it just before the word is spoken, before the spell is broken and play must end? Or, can you pause,…

  • Topsy Turvy

    Topsy Turvy

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    Today we are doing things a little differently and I am getting started writing a bit later (I was answering interview questions) than usual.  The way things tend to go is highlighted in My Love, I Need a Picture. But today I asked her for a picture and the one attached to the post was…

  • A Clockwork Orgasm

    A Clockwork Orgasm

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    The Watchmaker was busy at his bench when he heard the chimes of the evening hour they rang louder than the sound of the waterwheel turning at the side of his establishment. Glancing up he noticed that the lamplighters were out as the dusk pooled and gathered outside his shop. He stood up from his…

  • A Simple Gift

    A Simple Gift

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    Molly doesn’t like her Birthday, she never has. No matter how hard I try I rarely seem to break through the apparent disappointment of all of her Birthdays prior to meeting me. I think that it never quite lives up to the special day that I know she deserves. This year I have managed to…

  • When a Dom Type Types

    When a Dom Type Types

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    So once again I was thinking (a bad habit I know) about writing this blog, not just this post, but this whole blog. Now while I am the person that writes most of the posts I still consider this a joint venture. I know many bloggers and the vast majority of them are written by…

  • As the Spirit Moves You

    As the Spirit Moves You

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    I am not a spiritual man. I am in fact an Atheist, in spite of being raised Catholic (I have spent my life recovering) I was even asked by the Pastor of my church if I had considered the priesthood, I informed Father Bonowitz that I enjoyed the company of women too much to consider…

  • New Traditions

    New Traditions

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    There is a tradition is the US, known as Birthday Spankings, . It is rather old fashioned but since I have been called to the light of kink I have decided that this old tradition needs to be revived for the modern times, and of course because I am me I had to go and…

  • A Touch Too Much

    A Touch Too Much

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    So when is it a kink too far? Oddly this post was inspired by a song (I know you are tired of my musical references)  that leapt into my brain. AC/DC “A Touch Too Much” I got me thinking about people who are put off some aspects of the kink that Molly and I practice.…