Sinful Sunday 401 – Keep on giving

Posted in Not a dick pic, Sinful Sunday, Underwear with tags , , on December 15, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

As we slide inexhorably towards the end of the year, those of us of a Xmas persuasion are doubtless thinking if gifts. And as a concept, we’re all familiar with the phrase the gift that keeps on giving., even if we’ve not actually received one.

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And you’re doubtless familiar, Dear Reader, with my near obsessive purchasing of pantsuk, especially

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Some things you can’t ignore

Posted in Underwear with tags , , , on December 9, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

Tis the season to be waylaid by relentless marketing. Black Friday. Cyber Monday. Xmas discounts. Boxing Day bonanzas. And we won’t have to wait long for the January sales. It’s all a little trying and brings out my inner Marxist.

The email account I reserve for pervy things is currently awash with ads for discounted dildos, hand cuffs, rubber costumes, and of course Continue reading

Sinful Sunday 400 – What do you want?

Posted in Not a dick pic, Sinful Sunday with tags , , , on December 9, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

A text message from a family member asked about Xmas arrangements and for gift suggestions. A familiar question at this time of year.

My knee-jerk answer was a happy functional family, but I bit my tongue.

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My second though was equally unbroadcastable before the watershed:

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Fallen

Posted in Random stuff about sex with tags , , on December 8, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

As a dyed in thw wool music fan, it’s always sad to hear of the death of a musical hero.

Last night as I was getting home, the news broke that Pete Shelly of Buzzcocks had died of a heart attack.

It seems apt to mention this here for two reasons.

Firstly there’s probably

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Sinful Sunday 399 – Focus

Posted in Sinful Sunday with tags on December 2, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

I’m not sure whether this photo really fits the strict definition of bokeh, as the definition I found was as much as spots of light as it was about out of focus.

I guess at worst I’m half way there.

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That’s what coffee smells like

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage with tags , , on November 24, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

She got home from work. With the early evening necessaries out of the way, and the room to ourselves …
[NB This is somewhat paraphrased, and the sequence is blurred but as accurate as possible.]

Her: I can’t stop asking if you’re ok.
Me: Nothing has changed.
Her: Since when.
Me: Since this morning.
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No sleep for the wicked

Posted in Dreaming of sex, Fixing a broken marriage with tags , on November 22, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

I didn’t sleep.
I’m sure my Wife didn’t either.
Come morning, when my alarm sounded, I turned it off. Not Snooze.
I hid under the duvet, behind a closed bedroom door, with the curtains drawn.
Footsteps on the stairs. A quiet knock on the door.
Her: Do you need me to do the school run?
Me: No.
Her: I can stay of you want?
Me: No. I’ll do it.
Her: Is there anything I can do?
Me: I have no idea.
Her: Probably lots I should have done years ago.
Me: Does that mean Continue reading

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