James addiction

A few weeks ago a track from 1993 was played on the radio that I hadn’t heard before. I knew the singer well from the late 80s, and I was surprised that, not only had the song never crossed my radar, but also

Ce qui sera, sera

Apartment booked : check.
Passports checked : check.
Flights booked : check.
Sunscreen bought: check.
Bags packed : check.
Pubes completely shaved : check.

Pubes completely shaved? You may well be thinking that seems quite out of character, Loyal Reader, and you’d be right for a couple of reasons.

I’m not usually a fan of completely shaved pubes: the aesthetic doesn’t quite work for me, and I far prefer waxing to shaving (unless I’m getting to shave a pussy, in which case I’m an A-Grade Ultra Fanboy!) So why have I completely shaved my pubes?

For the

Sinful Sunday 383 – I should do this more often

Having said I haven’t been wanking much lately, and indeed returning to sex-blogging, I must have started thinking about sex more. because sure enough, the next night, I lay in bed, cock in hand, tugging away for all I was worth.

Still wanting to keep the box of tissues sealed, and feeling particularly sluttish, I resolved to

Gym jocks

As I looked around the gym changing room (and admit it, Dear Reader, you also have a tendency to take more than the occasional voyeuristic peek at the hot, sweaty gym bunnies as they strut naked from their locker to the shower) something caught my eye.

No, Hopeful Reader, it wasn’t a 12″ cock, swinging like a pendulum as it was released from supportive Lycra.  No. The thing that stood out was

We’re all naked before god

If The Church were to be psychoanalised on the same terms as the rest of us, the diagnosis would surely be that it has some serious issues when it comes to sex. Celibacy, or at least virtuous monogamy, is required of its leaders, yet news headlines are not infrequently peppered with stories of sexual abuse. Homosexuality is a deviancy, though transgressive priests seem to favour boys. And pornography is sinful, whilst 400 nudes recline on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. Jeez – that’s one conflicted patient you’ve got the Doc!

Last week the

Sinful Sunday 382 – Mount

Summer and photography really do go together. Be it snapping that winning shot at Wimbledon or The Majors, catching a rare glimpse of fledging migrant birds, or spying on your neighbours and they sunbathe naked in the garden.*

And as any Freudian photographer knows, if you care about how

A funny thing happened away from the forum

Around a month ago, I resolved to take a break from the online world. I logged out of all of my social media accounts (narcissistically informing all my followers/friends/stalkers/trolls about my impending absence) and signing off on blogging (in a similarly narcissistic manner).

A week or two prior to that I’d also stopped wanking.
Ok, I confess, as shocking as that revelation might be to you, Loyal Reader, it’s