My family are away for almost 2 weeks. I have lots of time to do stuff, but my God its been a long time since I have had that much time to myself!!!! Being a parent makes 2 hours off feel like a long holiday.
One thing I would like to do is gather together a bunch of the bloggers I read and go out for a few drinks. Shame you lot are mostly in the new world.
M
Friday, 17 July 2009
Thursday, 16 July 2009
Meta blogging
blogging about blogging
I thought long and hard about wether to post this. Somehow it seems a little too head up own arse to write a blog post about blogging, but then after at least 5 seconds of navel contemplation I thought, go for it, live a little.
The question is this, why do some posts get comments and not others. I have noticed this on many blogs including my own. Sometimes a truly dull post gets someone's attention. Other times what you think is interesting gets no comments. I have seen on occasion some pretty stunning posts with no comments at all (not my own).
This thought was triggered this time by my post about tickling. Its not something I see much written about at all. As such I thought it would get a comment or two, probably of the love it or hate it variety.
Some of Roo-Roo's posts, such as this had no comments! In fact I often see posts of his that I think should have had a full blown conversation on the back of them, but natch, or almost.
Then it all turns on its head and a long thread starts up discussing the relative merits of pink or black leather in the bdsm scene. Actually on second thought that could be quite interesting :)
So there we have it, no sex in this post, sorry people.
On a different note my family are away for almost two weeks. Anyone wanna go clubbing?
I thought long and hard about wether to post this. Somehow it seems a little too head up own arse to write a blog post about blogging, but then after at least 5 seconds of navel contemplation I thought, go for it, live a little.
The question is this, why do some posts get comments and not others. I have noticed this on many blogs including my own. Sometimes a truly dull post gets someone's attention. Other times what you think is interesting gets no comments. I have seen on occasion some pretty stunning posts with no comments at all (not my own).
This thought was triggered this time by my post about tickling. Its not something I see much written about at all. As such I thought it would get a comment or two, probably of the love it or hate it variety.
Some of Roo-Roo's posts, such as this had no comments! In fact I often see posts of his that I think should have had a full blown conversation on the back of them, but natch, or almost.
Then it all turns on its head and a long thread starts up discussing the relative merits of pink or black leather in the bdsm scene. Actually on second thought that could be quite interesting :)
So there we have it, no sex in this post, sorry people.
On a different note my family are away for almost two weeks. Anyone wanna go clubbing?
Wednesday, 15 July 2009
Tickle frenzy
I have not mentioned this on my blog before, but the first real dominant act sandy ever got into was tickling. Although we played tease and denial games before she treated them more like a game than a power exchange. She had been tickled mercilessly as a child and when she had the chance to do it to someone else she enjoyed the revenge and the sadistic pleasure of it. I must confess I love it too, giving and receiving.
Last night when we got to bed I was feeling loving, my beautiful wife was lying on her front nude, her body lithe and uncovered. Without asking I got the massage oil and gave her a long massage from neck to the base of her spine. This of course ended up turning me on, but also relaxed her. One thing led to another and she, feeling playful, began to tickle me. I was in a very ticklish mood, her touch driving me frantic almost as soon as she started. This if course brought out her sadistic dominant side.
Half an hour of solid tickling ensued, almost non stop. If you have ever endured a minute of truly full on, dig right into those spots, no mercy no let up tickling, well imagine a full half hour! The first half I was untied, but being stronger I could defend myself somewhat. But I was worried about hurting her, you have little control when frantic, so I asked her to tie my hands behind my back.
She was not sure at first, said she liked me being free to wriggle like a mad thing. Once I was tied she realised her mistake. Now I couldn't protect myself at all she truly got stuck in, digging her fingers in nooks and folds, sitting on me, her body weight pinning me for
minutes at a time as her fingers danced their sadistic dance. I was frantic, trying to escape with all my might but unable, screaming out my laughter with no ability to restrain the noise. Writhing like a bag of angry snakes, but hard as steel. The more I
screamed the more I wriggled, the more desperate I became, the more she loved it and dug in deeper. She found some ultra sensitive spots that she kept going back to, my balls and perineum for example, and when they became desensitized she would tickle another spot to get me off balance before returning to the refreshed sweet spots! The only let up was maybe three times to allow us to get or breath back. Even then I was subject to little tickles.
Its turning me on just writing this.
For a very short while she was sat on my face, her wet folds on my mouth as I screamed my torture into her wet pussy. It was wet and very very tasty.. She didn't feel turned on but her body told a different story. I was of course
super desperate after that.
Finally it was over. Without untying me or saying a word she lay back, started playing with herself. A few minutes I begged to do it for her but to no avail, she looked satisfied refusing. I jumped her but she ordered me off to kneel at
the foot of the bed, kneel not sit, in between her spread legs, watching her play, finger deep between her wet lips. I wasn't allowed to touch any part of her except the odd kiss of her foot. In this position she had two strong slow, body clenching orgasms. I was a bag of submissive man flesh by then!
Once she recovered she untied me and I was allowed a nice naked cuddle before she rolled over to go to sleep. My cum was never in question. I did have to kneel back down and massage her feet while she drifted off though.
I think she enjoyed herself, don't you?
Last night when we got to bed I was feeling loving, my beautiful wife was lying on her front nude, her body lithe and uncovered. Without asking I got the massage oil and gave her a long massage from neck to the base of her spine. This of course ended up turning me on, but also relaxed her. One thing led to another and she, feeling playful, began to tickle me. I was in a very ticklish mood, her touch driving me frantic almost as soon as she started. This if course brought out her sadistic dominant side.
Half an hour of solid tickling ensued, almost non stop. If you have ever endured a minute of truly full on, dig right into those spots, no mercy no let up tickling, well imagine a full half hour! The first half I was untied, but being stronger I could defend myself somewhat. But I was worried about hurting her, you have little control when frantic, so I asked her to tie my hands behind my back.
She was not sure at first, said she liked me being free to wriggle like a mad thing. Once I was tied she realised her mistake. Now I couldn't protect myself at all she truly got stuck in, digging her fingers in nooks and folds, sitting on me, her body weight pinning me for
minutes at a time as her fingers danced their sadistic dance. I was frantic, trying to escape with all my might but unable, screaming out my laughter with no ability to restrain the noise. Writhing like a bag of angry snakes, but hard as steel. The more I
screamed the more I wriggled, the more desperate I became, the more she loved it and dug in deeper. She found some ultra sensitive spots that she kept going back to, my balls and perineum for example, and when they became desensitized she would tickle another spot to get me off balance before returning to the refreshed sweet spots! The only let up was maybe three times to allow us to get or breath back. Even then I was subject to little tickles.
Its turning me on just writing this.
For a very short while she was sat on my face, her wet folds on my mouth as I screamed my torture into her wet pussy. It was wet and very very tasty.. She didn't feel turned on but her body told a different story. I was of course
super desperate after that.
Finally it was over. Without untying me or saying a word she lay back, started playing with herself. A few minutes I begged to do it for her but to no avail, she looked satisfied refusing. I jumped her but she ordered me off to kneel at
the foot of the bed, kneel not sit, in between her spread legs, watching her play, finger deep between her wet lips. I wasn't allowed to touch any part of her except the odd kiss of her foot. In this position she had two strong slow, body clenching orgasms. I was a bag of submissive man flesh by then!
Once she recovered she untied me and I was allowed a nice naked cuddle before she rolled over to go to sleep. My cum was never in question. I did have to kneel back down and massage her feet while she drifted off though.
I think she enjoyed herself, don't you?
Monday, 13 July 2009
Fever and bondage
When I have a fever I have funny symptoms. My skin gets so sensitive that sitting on a cold loo seat overwhelms my nerves with so much sensation, such an overload, it actually hurts. Then when the shudder passes through my body, eases, and I start to pee, same again! Funny thing is I kind of like it, its like the pain of a spanking, you don't enjoy it at the moment, but crave it before and enjoy the aftermath.
I also get funny legs syndrome. My leg muscles hurt, they get extremely restless, I can't get them comfy in any position and I keep moving them around. Unless... I really stretch the muscles hard, then they get comfy and I can rest and sleep. When I was younger I had been known to tie my legs spreadeagle, really wide open. Only then could I relax and get little sleep. Bonus, it feels sexy!
How weird is that, to find sexual pleasure even in a fever...
Sometimes I love my sexually, kinky though it may be:)
I also get funny legs syndrome. My leg muscles hurt, they get extremely restless, I can't get them comfy in any position and I keep moving them around. Unless... I really stretch the muscles hard, then they get comfy and I can rest and sleep. When I was younger I had been known to tie my legs spreadeagle, really wide open. Only then could I relax and get little sleep. Bonus, it feels sexy!
How weird is that, to find sexual pleasure even in a fever...
Sometimes I love my sexually, kinky though it may be:)
Sunday, 12 July 2009
Spirit of the blitz
Times like these i admire the British spirit. No exaggeration or panic, the docs are like, 'yeah whatever, its just a flu, you will be fine'.
No prescription drugs (young kids excepted), no swabs or tests. Just a quick chat, and a recommendation to rest, drink lots and take paracetomol or Ibuprofen for the fever.
Chin up chaps, we'll show them what for!
No prescription drugs (young kids excepted), no swabs or tests. Just a quick chat, and a recommendation to rest, drink lots and take paracetomol or Ibuprofen for the fever.
Chin up chaps, we'll show them what for!
Flu
Well i can confirm that old piggy flu is a truly miserable experience! I want a new body! Yes I am being a whiny man, helps to share :)
Besides it's proven that men feel more I'll than woman, that's what I'm telling myself anyway.
m ( note the tail between legs use of lowercase :) )
Besides it's proven that men feel more I'll than woman, that's what I'm telling myself anyway.
m ( note the tail between legs use of lowercase :) )
Saturday, 4 July 2009
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