This D/s Life

Category: His

  • First do no Harm

    First do no Harm

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    I got a comment on my post Marks of Excellence from the lovely Miss J (who I only know from twitter TBH) and was inspired to make it into a post. Ok, fine, Molly suggested I make it into a post. 😛 Miss J ahornyvirginwoman.wordpress.com I love the way you’ve written this piece. Also if…

  • The Marks of Excellence

    The Marks of Excellence

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    You might have read Molly’s post on pain and marks. It inspired me to write on why I love to mark her. To the wider world I am sure it is a concept that is hard to grasp, people taking part in an activity that consists of one person hurting another enough to leave bruises…

  • Yesterday, when I was young

    Yesterday, when I was young

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    Once upon a time I was young …and I didn’t know anything. I thought I knew everything, (a regular part of being young) I didn’t, but I did know one thing. That was to listen. Once again this is perhaps as symptom of being born when I was. Seen but not heard was a regular…

  • Guilty Pleasures

    Guilty Pleasures

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    As I have mentioned in a past post I was raised in a bygone era where hitting a woman was considered one of the cardinal sins. So when I got this question on twitter it resonated with me. @sub_bee one I’m interested in is ‘top guilt’. It’s drummed into guys to never hurt women, yet…

  • The Food of Love

    The Food of Love

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    I was doing some work around the house today while listening to my Zune (Yes I bought and still have a Zune) and thinking about what I might write for today’s post when a song from my playlist came on that made me think of her. It made me think about the important things in…

  • It’s Complicated

    It’s Complicated

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    If I did the silly Facebook thing that would be my status for my penis. It’s complicated. I love my dick, it has brought me decades of pleasure and hopefully a bit a pleasure to a few of my partners. That being said, I don’t show it to the world. Molly can attest to that.…

  • Dinner, and a Show

    Dinner, and a Show

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    We have a kids free weekend, and we decided that we would stay in. She could get some blog stuff done, I had some work to do. Now almost every kids free weekend starts the same way. Once the door slams she leaps into action. The Noo-Noo (new-new) known to most other humans as the…

  • Spanks for the Memories

    Spanks for the Memories

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    I have been working on getting this fantasy down in black and white for quite a while now, and I know that I have been a bit distracted with this kind of thing for a bit, but fantasy is important in keeping me inspired so I do hope you will bear with me while I…

  • The Abandoned Dead

    The Abandoned Dead

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    She was always fascinated by graveyards, those empty, lonely communities inhabited by the dead. Where the living only tread in the full light of day as its true residents lay quiescent beneath them. She wanted to fuck there in the dark under a sky lit by a full moon, our bodies moving together hot and…

  • The Munch-sters

    The Munch-sters

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    We had our local munch last night. We started the munch 5 years ago after I first moved to the UK.  We both said we would be happy if a dozen people turned up, we had nearly 25. We now average between 35 and 75. Now really the munch is all Molly, she does all…