Being kept waiting…
… is a terrible thing.
The mind plays over the possibilities.
The body moves restlessly.
The soul craves the touch of intimacy.
Time crawls by so slowly.
All I can hear is the beating of my heart and the endless ticking of the clock on the wall.
I want it to end and yet I know that when it does, when we are finally together, that will be the start of a new ending. The one where time races past and my body and senses and soul explode and ecstasy takes me.
And then waiting will start again.
Babygirl’s new toy
It was a cookie-cutter house in a nice suburban neighbourhood, looking like a child had drawn it. The front garden was a neat square bounded by a low fence, a tarmac driveway on one side, manicured lawn on the other. With an oblong window on either side the front door was bright red and had […]
Pinterest removed a pin
I guess it was my own fault. I had a bit of a “sexy” image on one of my pinboards. A private board, but a board nevertheless. Anyway, turns out someone took exception, so the pin was deleted and I got a few warning notes. It has made me realise that a couple of my […]
Why do we have to be so binary on social media?
After my self-imposed exile I’d forgotten all about the “you’re not a feminist therefore rape apologist feminazi liberal conservative” name calling that takes place on Twitter. It seems to be a sign of how binary and extreme shouty people can become in this online, quasi-anonymous social media landscape. Instead of debate and finding the consensus […]
6 things to do when your submissive breaks down in tears
During a scene emotions can run high, so high in fact that a submissive is overwhelmed and breaks down. They’ll burst into tears, go deep into themselves or even have panic attacks. Whatever the trigger what the Dominant does next can have a profound effect on them, on you and on the relationship. 1. Don’t […]
A surprise for Sally (BDSM erotica)
It was a surprise for Sally. As soon as she walked in the door I took her. One arm went around her chest while my other hand slid up the inside of her thigh, underneath her skirt, over the stockings to the black silk panties she was obliged to wear. “Take me, Sir,” she said […]
Boring relationship stuff : make a will
I’ve known quite a few people in the BDSM scene who have lived together but never married: I happen to be in the same boat.
This is a reminder that just living together doesn’t mean you’re taking care of your partner. There’s no concept of a “common law wife” in UK law, so if you don’t make a will there could be problems when it comes to sorting out the estate.
I know it’s really plain and boring, but just make sure you’re taking care of your partner.
Turkish : just dicking about
There are points in most of my shoots where law and order breaks down and we start mucking about. Usually it comes about right after I have a photographer failure and forget to turn the camera on or leave the lens cap in place. No idea what kicked this off, but by the time I […]
Bondage from which she cannot escape
Her fingers stretched around the knot, the first attempt slipping off the rope, the second finding purchase. She strained, arching her back a little more, creating enough slack for her to get a proper grip. It hurt, almost as much as the rope biting into her wrists, but it was worth it. It had to […]
Refreshing honesty in the contact centre
I think anthropologists should study contact centres. They’re a microcosm of repressed carnal desire and extreme political correctness. The discussions and attitudes seem entirely inappropriate for any other setting, but bring together a bunch of people doing shit jobs and political correctness is replaced with a refreshingly honest, filter free view of the world. Of course, […]
“For a Muslim girl”
It started simply enough. A male colleague commented on one of the young women in the contact centre … “She’s a pretty girl,” he started. “for a,” was the next part of the sentence, which started to raise my eyebrows. He might as well have said “but”. “Muslim girl!” was the clincher. My head may […]
You get to fuck your models? How lucky are you?
The most common assumption about a bondage and fetish photographer is we have sex with our models. Nothing could be further from the truth.