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Object to desire

Posted in Sexual politics, The Red Torsolette with tags , , , , , , , , , on December 27, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

It wasn’t going to be a full house for Xmas lunch, but it would be decidedly fuller than usual, with more guests than hosts. The older generation would likely be dressed smart, but an informal, relaxed lunch is my preference for Xmas Day, so I’d be in my natural plumage – jeans and t-shirt.

After breakfast, there was some discussion between my Wife and me about attire, though other than that I can’t bring myself to cook in smart clothes, with no specific conclusion.
She disappeared upstairs.
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2557 days later

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, The Red Torsolette with tags , on December 24, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

Logging into my WP dashboard the other day, it was pointed out to me that I have been writing this blog for 7 years, and have published over 800 posts. It largely started as a way of documenting how I was trying to revitalise Our marriage, and more importantly Our sex life.

7 years ago, on Xmas morning, I presented my Wife with a

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Relegation of icons

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Random stuff about sex, The Red Torsolette with tags , , , , on September 8, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

There are points when one senses nails in the lids of coffins.

For far longer than my Wife and I have slept separately, I have, from time to time, tormented myself by looking in Her underwear drawer. For no reason less noble than to fuel my own self destructive optimism, in the hope that maybe today She’s wearing the Infamous Red. That maybe something has changed. That a positive decision has been made.

Today was such a day.
Today was different.
Today was not the same.
Today there was a Continue reading

Poetic

Posted in Fetishwear, Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife, The Red Torsolette, Underwear with tags , , , , , , , , on March 5, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

At our last therapy session my Wife mentioned how Her sexual needs are very limited, and whilst I’d like sex once or twice a day, She only needs it once a week, or less. She’s probably right about me, but I was astounded to hear She’d want sex even remotely as often. Obviously Our disparity badly needs addressing, and exploring what strikes me as gross exaggeration would be fascinating.

As I thought about this later I found my self musing on how I have observed  Continue reading

Visible panty line

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, The Red Torsolette with tags , , , , on August 22, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

Early in the morning I’d hung out the first load of washing as I headed down out to the man-cave.
A couple of hours later, She hung out the second load whilst I tinkered with a project.

The arms of the laundry airer are pretty much exactly at eye height for me. And so, later still, as I walked back to the house for a cup of tea, they hit me in the face.
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News Flash (of red)

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, The Red Torsolette with tags , on August 20, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

If you’ve been around for a while, Dear Reader, you will know I have some bad habits. I can think of at least a handful of you who have called me out on one or more of them. One in particular is my habit of

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Collar and cuffs

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Parentiing and sex, The Red Torsolette, Underwear with tags , , on June 12, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

We were heading out to a big family get-together; the sort where smart dress was de rigueur. I couldn’t help notice that amongst the clothes She’d laid out on the bed were The Infamous Red Bra and Panties. Conspicuously, although there was also a suspended belt, it wasn’t the one that matched.

As my Wife was getting dressed, and started to put Her blouse on, our youngest walked into the room and offered some advice:

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