Getting braver with photos of myself and realising I'm more of an exhibitionist than I care to admit at times. I edited the pic using some of the filters on Picasa and happy with the outcome.
Sunday, 25 August 2019
Sunday, 18 August 2019
Vulnerability - Sinful Sunday
Woke up feeling vulnerable this morning, dating is still as hard as I remember it was when I had youth on my side
Sunday, 11 August 2019
Everything Happens For A Reason (And Actions Have Consequences)
I hadn't planned to do an entry for the Food For Thought Friday 'Words To Live By' but here I sit on a Sunday morning after a flood of thoughts deluged me during sleep.
I've always thought the saying 'Everything Happens For A Reason' was just that but during unsettled moments of sleep I started wondering. *note* I took a break to have a shave and realised that I need to add the saying 'Every Action Has A Consequence' to this as they are interlinked
Life is a game of decisions, some are simple, others are gut-wrenching hard. These decisions are sometimes thrust upon us requiring a quick response, or they are the result of research, discussion and debate.
These decisions however minor affect us down to the lowest level of our subconscious, and we may not even be aware of them. For example you may decide to skip your morning coffee/tea and breakfast. No big deal, or is it? That simple decision leads to mid morning hunger, making it difficult to concentrate on an important presentation, leading to key details missed, leading to someone else getting what you'd worked hard for.
Scary isn't it? Now apply that same train of thought to the sexual/sensual side of your life and see how far back you can go.
I can trace my journey back to 1984 when as a shy and somewhat geeky teen I viewed my first (hardcore) pornographic magazine. If I hadn't seen the pages of that small book I'm not sure I'd be sat here writing this. It sparked my curiosity into sex which has led me to where I am today.
I won't go into the fine details as I'm in the process of adding a bio to my blog which features this.
So my conclusion is, yes everything happens for a reason. Not always obvious reasons but it happens.
M
These decisions however minor affect us down to the lowest level of our subconscious, and we may not even be aware of them. For example you may decide to skip your morning coffee/tea and breakfast. No big deal, or is it? That simple decision leads to mid morning hunger, making it difficult to concentrate on an important presentation, leading to key details missed, leading to someone else getting what you'd worked hard for.
Scary isn't it? Now apply that same train of thought to the sexual/sensual side of your life and see how far back you can go.
I can trace my journey back to 1984 when as a shy and somewhat geeky teen I viewed my first (hardcore) pornographic magazine. If I hadn't seen the pages of that small book I'm not sure I'd be sat here writing this. It sparked my curiosity into sex which has led me to where I am today.
I won't go into the fine details as I'm in the process of adding a bio to my blog which features this.
So my conclusion is, yes everything happens for a reason. Not always obvious reasons but it happens.
M
Monday, 5 August 2019
F4TFriday - Taboo
There are many things that are considered taboo, but none moreso than acts of sexual fetish. These are looked upon as the realm of perverts, freaks and degenerates. And so I hold my hands up and say quite proudly "I'm a perverted degenerate freak".
To be clearer I'm a freak who likes Urolagnia - 'sexual pleasure from urine/urination' or in more common terms 'Watersports, golden showers or piss play'. Add to this the joy of desperation and wetting and I'm up there in the list of pure and utter filth.
Many of you are already going eewww, yuck and making other noises to that effect. I get it, I really do, you're thinking how could someone get pleasure from waste bodily fluids? Simple, the same way others get pleasure from spanking, slapping, fisting etc., we are all different in what we like.
Looking back I realise that unknowingly my parents contribute to my openminded state. Mum was never one to worry about popping in to use the toilet if we were in the bath/shower or just washing ourselves at the sink. Many a time my parents admitted to "borrrowing" my stash of porn magazines and video tapes.
I'm still not 100% sure when I got into it, although I'm fairly certain it was my late teens/early 20s. As for how that's a simple one, intrigue. If I find something intriguing and want to know more I'll look it up on the internet, it's how I learnt to make women squirt and gush. Back then though we didn't have the internet as it is now but we did have porn magazines. Initially I found an occasional 'hardcore' magazine that featured girls peeing and found it oddly alluring. As time went on I actively sought out those magazines that featured it more and discovered more about it. The images were stylish and sexual but I was still intrigued and wanted to see it in action.
The next step of my journey was finding videos, not an easy task in the UK due to the censorship rules. Eventually a trip to Amsterdam paid dividends when a 4 pack of tapes we purchased had several pee scenes.These tapes were used sparingly when we were feeling particularly horny (or at least I was), but sadly they met their demise when the video machine chewed up each one in succession.
One evening my partner at the time was feeling particularly horny and we started taking naughty pics as you do. As the evening wore on and we drank more she started fidgeting and suddenly said "get the towels and plastic sheet". I didn't hesitate to do just this as I realised it was possibly the only opportunity I would get for a while. I laid the sheet and towels down and she got on her haunches so I started taking pics. I got the occasional splash and found this to be a bigger turn on than expected, feeling brave I pushed my luck and licked her when she stopped and also enjoyed the taste. From then on I was hooked.
Nowadays I've had very little opportunity to explore this due to being single for 4 years as I write this. I still look at the videos online and the ones I've purchase but I also view them for some of the artistry, and the way they use lighting to full effect to make it incredily sexy and sensual.
So yes I'm a Pee Freak and looking for another Pee Freak for fun and photos.
To be clearer I'm a freak who likes Urolagnia - 'sexual pleasure from urine/urination' or in more common terms 'Watersports, golden showers or piss play'. Add to this the joy of desperation and wetting and I'm up there in the list of pure and utter filth.
Many of you are already going eewww, yuck and making other noises to that effect. I get it, I really do, you're thinking how could someone get pleasure from waste bodily fluids? Simple, the same way others get pleasure from spanking, slapping, fisting etc., we are all different in what we like.
Looking back I realise that unknowingly my parents contribute to my openminded state. Mum was never one to worry about popping in to use the toilet if we were in the bath/shower or just washing ourselves at the sink. Many a time my parents admitted to "borrrowing" my stash of porn magazines and video tapes.
I'm still not 100% sure when I got into it, although I'm fairly certain it was my late teens/early 20s. As for how that's a simple one, intrigue. If I find something intriguing and want to know more I'll look it up on the internet, it's how I learnt to make women squirt and gush. Back then though we didn't have the internet as it is now but we did have porn magazines. Initially I found an occasional 'hardcore' magazine that featured girls peeing and found it oddly alluring. As time went on I actively sought out those magazines that featured it more and discovered more about it. The images were stylish and sexual but I was still intrigued and wanted to see it in action.
The next step of my journey was finding videos, not an easy task in the UK due to the censorship rules. Eventually a trip to Amsterdam paid dividends when a 4 pack of tapes we purchased had several pee scenes.These tapes were used sparingly when we were feeling particularly horny (or at least I was), but sadly they met their demise when the video machine chewed up each one in succession.
One evening my partner at the time was feeling particularly horny and we started taking naughty pics as you do. As the evening wore on and we drank more she started fidgeting and suddenly said "get the towels and plastic sheet". I didn't hesitate to do just this as I realised it was possibly the only opportunity I would get for a while. I laid the sheet and towels down and she got on her haunches so I started taking pics. I got the occasional splash and found this to be a bigger turn on than expected, feeling brave I pushed my luck and licked her when she stopped and also enjoyed the taste. From then on I was hooked.
Nowadays I've had very little opportunity to explore this due to being single for 4 years as I write this. I still look at the videos online and the ones I've purchase but I also view them for some of the artistry, and the way they use lighting to full effect to make it incredily sexy and sensual.
So yes I'm a Pee Freak and looking for another Pee Freak for fun and photos.
Sunday, 4 August 2019
Sinful Sunday
Early morning coffee
My first try at a Sinful Sunday. Prompted to put the camera on the floor I had to think where best to place it. Not the best pic but it's a start
Tuesday, 30 July 2019
A Kinky Poem
Several years back I put a small piece of poetry on my fetlife profile. Today I felt the urge to revisit that and embellish it more in an attempt to push myself.
Trembling
Trembling from that first clumsy contact
Trembling from that first hello
Trembling from that first eye contact
Trembling from that first kiss
Trembling from that first touch
Trembling from the teasing
Trembling from the first restraint
Trembling from the removal of clothing
Trembling from the first sting from the hand
Trembling from the second sting from the crop
Trembling from the caress of the welts after
Trembling with anticipation from the pleasure about to be received
Trembling from the release
Trembling from the submission given
Trembling from fear of rejection
Don't ever stop trembling for me
Trembling
Trembling from that first clumsy contact
Trembling from that first hello
Trembling from that first eye contact
Trembling from that first kiss
Trembling from that first touch
Trembling from the teasing
Trembling from the first restraint
Trembling from the removal of clothing
Trembling from the first sting from the hand
Trembling from the second sting from the crop
Trembling from the caress of the welts after
Trembling with anticipation from the pleasure about to be received
Trembling from the release
Trembling from the submission given
Trembling from fear of rejection
Don't ever stop trembling for me
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