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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.
Well, not literally, but Continue reading

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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Fuck you, 2016. (Or fuck me?)

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife, The Red Torsolette on January 1, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

Hands up who’s had a good year?
Nope. Didn’t think so.
But maybe that’s just perception. Maybe we all think 2916 has been worse than it has and that has been self-fulfilling.
Anyway …

It turned out yesterday was New Year’s Eve. I’d genuinely forgotten.
Over the last few years Her spirits for celebration of anything, let alone New Year … or even celebrating life …has dwindled. Why spend an evening getting drunk in a pub? She’s said? Why go out and be sociable and have fun? I’ve thought? But anyway …

I really had forgotten it was NYE. A  contributory factor was probably the major familial shit storm that had kicked off in the morning. But that’s another story. I’d woken up with the raging-est of raging hard-ons. I played with it beneath the duvet. Nothing unusual for the last month. I didn’t care if She knew. Ok, I did. But I didn’t. But I di… Continue reading

For whom?

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, The Red Torsolette with tags , , , on October 24, 2016 by Accidental Masturbator

It was an anniversary. Not a major anniversary, just one of those that comes around every year. We booked a babysitter and in anticipation of a rare night out at my Wife’s favorite restaurant, to be followed by a nightcap at a quiet bar nearby. 

Earlier in the day I’d asked if we were going to dress up for the evening. For me, that would be an ironed shirt and polished shoes instead of the usual T-shirt and trainers. She said if you want. So I did.

Earlier still, anticipating our sortie and the significance of the date, I wondered … nay fantasized … about the possibility that She might resurrect the infamous Red Lingerie. She was just wearing a Continue reading

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