More evidence

My Wife kept resting a hand provocatively on my thigh or arm, or trying to massage my shoulders. I kept pushing Her advances away. I didn’t care how many sweet nothings, or indeed sweet somethings She whispered in my ear, I didn’t want to fuck Her. I broke the news that I have

Not where I belong

We were sat in a park. It was warm and sunny and all was right with the world. I was with friends – mostly a little younger than me. A friend of a friend was sat next to me. She was pretty. Undeniably so. She was chatty and interesting and interested. Her white

Not Her

Long blond hair cascaded over her shoulders like an advert for conditioner.
A touch of mascara and subtle shade of lipstick highlighted a smile that sang of a genuine love of life.
The scalloped hem of her orange floral blouse wafted, butterfly like, milimeters below her tits (which were

Not the best start

How we got talking about fetish clubs I’ll never know. Some time in the past, it must be around a decade ago, I recall there was a hint of a conversation, by way of a sheepish mention of TG, and before that even, at the party when my Wife and I first got together, when

One of life’s great mysteries

About 4:30am I wake with a hard on.
Standard operating procedure.
I’d been dreaming about sex.
Still nothing unusual.
The dream had been about

Wake up call

When I woke, She was knelt over me, straddling my head, pinning me to the bed.
She ground Her

Dream party

Just in case you weren’t with me the other day, Inattentive Reader, I’ve had several thematically linked dreams recently, which may give you some indication of what’s on my mind just now …

Dream #2

My Wife and I were going to a party. It wasn’t to be hosted by anyone we knew, and I think attendance must have been strictly by invitation. We were accompanied by