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Return of the dissolute

Posted in Ball stretching, Porn, Sex on my own with tags , , , , on September 11, 2019 by Accidental Masturbator

Until I started following Hyacinth’s blog, I don’t think I was really familiar with her titular, introspective adjective – dissolute. Hy is, I think it’s fair to say, proudly dissolute, in a league to which I can only aspire. I’m not as regular a reader as I used to be of her story, but it’s hard to think of a time when she hasn’t been fucking at least one guy [Ed: We can only wonder whether AM has jerked off to fantasies of being recorded as a notch on whatever remains of Hy’s bed post.]

But whilst I Hy has probably had more fucks every week of the last 2 years than I’ve had in total in the last two years, dissolute is still a label to which I can easily ascribe. For example …

We got back from the family holiday. As soon as we’re in the door, Continue reading

Sinful Sunday 433 – A ring of truth

Posted in Ball stretching, Dr Ruth, Fixing a broken marriage, Sinful Sunday with tags , , , , on July 27, 2019 by Accidental Masturbator

Being acknowledged is sexy. Knowing that Someone is taking notice of You, especially in a sexual sense, is a huge aphrodisiac. And in the wake of several days with Dr Ruth, my Wife simultaneously being obliged to consider my perspective and actually expressing both empathy and regret for Her behaviour towards me, and then being OK when I said I felt horny … well … it’s a virtuous circle and the last couple of days have seen Continue reading

Odd

Posted in Ball stretching, Fetishwear, Fixing a broken marriage, Male pubic waxing, Porn, Sex toys, Sex with my wife with tags , , , , , , on July 27, 2019 by Accidental Masturbator

Having a hug with my Wife was odd.
Initiating a kiss as She left for work was odd.
Putting my wedding ring on for the first time in the best part of a decade was … yes, you guessed it, Dear Reader … odd.
But these things paled into insignificance.

Waking up horny wasn’t odd at all. Not least as Continue reading

Sinful Sunday 429 – Threesome or moresome?

Posted in Ball stretching, Sinful Sunday with tags , on June 29, 2019 by Accidental Masturbator

Kink is like a drug. I’m not suggesting it is drug, nor that it is directly analogous, but the received wisdom is that the regularity and hardness of narcotics have an inherently escalating path. I don’t find it at all difficult to believe that my descent into my fetishes has been equally incremental, not least when it comes to Continue reading

Bacon and pegging

Posted in Ball stretching, Deconstructing me, Fetishwear, Fixing a broken marriage, Male pubic waxing, Sinful Sunday, The Red Torsolette, Underwear with tags , , , , , on May 4, 2019 by Accidental Masturbator

In the 3 days since I had my introductory conversation with a counsellor, Sandra, it has almost constantly been on my mind. In a good way.
Over the last week or so, I’ve also been working Continue reading

Sinfull Sunday 402 – Jingle balls

Posted in Ball stretching, Sinful Sunday with tags , on December 22, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

Originally this post was going to be titled Well Hung. Not because I am – I’m not – it just seemed entirely apt. But as I walked to the shops, I could hear a gentle jangling from inside my trousers.

The first time I wore a steel collar ball stretcher was nearly a disaster. Walking home from the shops, I felt Continue reading

Of temptation and indescretion

Posted in Ball stretching, Fetishwear, Fixing a broken marriage with tags , , , , , on October 10, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

Business used to take my Wife away from home on a relatively regular basis. Perhaps every couple of months. These were times when I would indulge my kinks. I could wear latex with impunity, fuck my Flashlight whilst watching porn in bed at night, enjoy a full day with my butt plugged, or spend 36hrs comfortably confined in my CB6000s.

Times change.
It is nearly a year since I chose to move into the spare bedroom, or My bedroom as We have come to refer to it, so some of these things are now easy. Though less so the fetishwear.
Changes at work have meant She doesn’t visit the business’s outposts nearly as often.
Until this week.
She is away.
And my inner perv has been a little revived by Continue reading

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