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Wall the walk / Talk the talk

Posted in Fetishwear, Random stuff about sex, Underwear with tags , , , , on February 26, 2019 by Accidental Masturbator

Maybe it was coincidence. It could have been unrelated. Did there have to be a reason why I was feeling up?
I’d had a relatively productive day, and that surely has to be some sort of fillip?
Or maybe spending the day in rubber lingerie was the significant influence?

As I’d zipped up the zip-through latex briefs Continue reading

DLS 21: All the best freaks are here

Posted in Fetishwear with tags , , , , on February 9, 2019 by Accidental Masturbator

As a closet fetishist one has to seize opportunities when they present themselves. Whilst it is easy to wear rubberwear under day clothes, latex has a distinct scent that becomes more easily detected as it warms with body heat. For some that is a bonus – indeed for me it is a delightful reminder of hidden deviance – but it does increase the chances of your dirty little secret being sniffed out. So when it became clear how today was going to pan out … well … Continue reading

Baking as a metaphore for life

Posted in Fetishwear, Sexual politics, Underwear with tags , , , , , on January 14, 2019 by Accidental Masturbator

Is it normal to rehearse conversations? I don’t know, but I do it a lot. Frequently they’re conversations that will never happen, or have already happened. I guess it’s just a way to process my thoughts.

Having cancelled my appointments with a therapist, I have contemplated Continue reading

Epiphany

Posted in Fetishwear, Meet the Masturbator with tags , , , , on October 24, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

A year or two back, the Danish word hygge, was all over the media and we were all informed we should have more of it in our lives. Whilst as a discrete concept it doesn’t have a synonym in English, it is defined as a quality of cosiness and comfortable conviviality that engenders a feeling of contentment or well-being.

The Welsh word cwtch has a similar depth to it, though it refers more literally to a hug, or a cuddle of a very particular kind. Now before you disappear up your metaphorical pussy, Dear Reader, it’s not a sexual cuddle. It’s something far more primal.

Both hygge and cwtch speak of comfort, safety, belonging, value and an emotional warmth. There is a degree of home to them.

So what the fuck has this all got to do with your humble wanker?

The day after I Continue reading

DLS 20: Bad dad

Posted in Dirty Little Secrets, Fetishwear, Parenting with tags , on October 23, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

There are some risks one shouldn’t take.
The sort of risks where one potentially puts others in jeopardy without their consent.
Not least in terms of their future.
So I probably shouldn’t have done it.
It’s not that I was actually putting anyone else directly at risk.
But …

My Wife is away on business again. Unusually for the second time in just a couple of weeks.
The date happens to coincide with 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

Sinful Sunday 390 – Not seeing red

Posted in Fetishwear, Sinful Sunday with tags , , , on September 29, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

When my attention was first piqued by the erotic potential of rubber clothing, back in the late 80s / early 90s, the only fetishwear you could get hold of easily was black [Ed: Easily!? That’s a fucking joke! Sex shops were immeasurably different places three decades ago and buying latex underwear was strictly the province of only the most diligent perverts!] … or sometimes red, or perhaps that slightly sickly, translucent, yellowish hue of natural latex.

Sinful Sunday

Kinky couture has come a long way since then. Most sex shops will stock some basic rubber these days, there’s no shortage of models, chanteuses and actresses who will happily turn up to an award ceremony in a LB(r)D, and you’d be pushed to think of a colour you can’t find rubber in.

Whilst my first latex was indeed a

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