Now that I’ve tried to talk to you and make you understand All you have to do is close your eyes And just reach out your hands and touch me Hold me close don’t ever let me go I asked Earnest to choose the lyrics to accompany this delayed blog post he chose Extreme, More… Read More Eats Enters Eastern Teresa, should I ever anagram Earnest! 2016 a fine sexual vintage and Earnest gets his Christmas Bonus
As I am sitting at home being lazy I saw this on twitter and spent five minutes writing the below piece. The prompt was Christmas Carol and I feel very naughty but by heck it was fun. She was lost, wandering around the hotel foyer aimlessly without purpose, waiting for her lover to arrive,… Read More Wicked Wednesday – A Christmas Carol
Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections As we enter the final month of this year and we are hurtling towards closure I reflect on both this blog and my lovers. This blog was a snapshot of my life, most of my writings remain unpublished. My main lover Earnest, along with… Read More Do you know how much it hurts when you stand on a butt plug?
Sex with Earnest, more orgasms than hot dinners… Read More Brief Encounters Waterloo Style – When Sex turns the Corner. Sex with Earnest more orgasms than hot dinners
It’s time that we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again. Today is Thursday and at 11.30 am I am eating cold Chinese Takeaway from the night before, and contemplating a delicious day of nothingness, home alone until 11pm. I have turned down an invitation this afternoon as I… Read More Earnest rides again and again. Onanism and who dares wins………..
And every time I thought I’d got it made It seemed the taste was not so sweet So I turned myself to face me But I’ve never caught a glimpse Of how the others must see the faker David Bowie – Changes Ryan from Regular Guy sent me a link regarding Ashley Madison reinvention. They have changed… Read More Alice & Ashley Madison – Phoenix rising from the Ashes with one being extinguished.
This can’t last. This misery can’t last. I must remember that and try to control myself. Nothing lasts really. Neither happiness nor despair. Not even life lasts very long. There’ll come a time in the future when I shan’t mind about this anymore, when I can look back and say quite peacefully and cheerfully how… Read More Kestrels Swinging Naturist Club and the 1970’s motel -“There is a Kestrel in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud”