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Twisted fate

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex toys with tags , , on October 19, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

At some time in a past life I must have met up with Fate and really pissed her off. Or perhaps it was just karma (sutra). Of course it could just have been that shit just happens. Or maybe it was indeed Fate but, because She knows the future, she was trying to give me a benevolent nudge. I don’t know which but when I placed what I shall here forth refer to as Jo’s order, it never occurred to me that I would have to deal with a repeat of the my recent postal debacle.

It was about 5:30am when

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That moment

Posted in Porn, Random stuff about sex with tags , , , , on June 9, 2016 by Accidental Masturbator

That moment when you’re reminded of the last time you watched that no-holes-barred porno DVD.

That moment after you had Continue reading

And Stephen Spielberg’s assistant said …

Posted in Dreaming of sex with tags , , , , , on October 2, 2015 by Accidental Masturbator

A couple I know are both actors. Let’s call them James and Joanna. This one is about them. And Stephen Spielberg.

Dream #3

I was going to be staying with James and Joanna for a few days. James showed me to their spare room where I would be sleeping, – a small dark room with a single bed, and dominated by a large, old, mahogany wardrobe.  I was told to make myself at home and come downstairs when I was settled. I enquired about the wardrobe, but was told firmly it was nothing of interest.

When James had departed, my curiosity was peaked and Continue reading

Working arrangements 

Posted in Escorts, Fiction with tags , , , , on June 16, 2015 by Accidental Masturbator

Times have been tough, but they’ve been picking up. With more time on my hands and an improving employment market I found myself in a new job. It’s not an exciting job, though far better than stacking shelves on the night shift. It’s just running the desk in a small, middle weight hotel. The pay is ok, the hours are regular, I’m pretty much left to my own devices, and the benefits have turned out to be surprisingly good. Financially and …

Picture the scene:

It was a slow, boring afternoon, a few weeks after I’d started working there and in she walks. I guess she’s mid 30s, has a slim athletic build with nice tits (I guess a C-cup), average height, long Continue reading

Something odd just happened

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife with tags , , , on October 1, 2014 by Accidental Masturbator

There’s been a slight change of form in Tales From AM’s Bed recently. It’s quite likely that, up until my Wife’s latest rediscovery of sex, I had documented almost every time we fucked since I started blogging. The change is that I think there have been several occasions recently when we’ve had sex, or have failed to have sex, or I have made a point of avoiding having sex that I have not documented herein. The latter, I should add for the usual reasons – it brings with it stresses I don’t need.

Confronted, yet again, by the prospect of a bout of insomnia again in the last couple of days, this morning found my Wife and I both awake before the little hand was on the 5. Enough time before the alarm clock woke up that many a normal couple would have made the most of in carnal practices.

Oh. Hang on.
What’s this?
Some normality in our bed?

What d’ya know, Dear Reader. She Continue reading

the stuff of dreams

Posted in Random stuff about sex with tags , , , , , on January 17, 2014 by Accidental Masturbator

Whilst I wake from dreams about sex on a regular basis, it’s rare for me to dream bout sex with my Wife. Rarer still to have a dream about sex with my Wife that doesn’t reflect our inadequate sex life. Which makes last night all the more interesting. Continue reading

Missing = Panic

Posted in Fetishwear, Porn, Sex on my own, Sex toys with tags , , on February 2, 2013 by Accidental Masturbator

When I got home last night I was looking forward to putting on my favorite porno DVD, catching up on some sex blogs I’ve not read in far too long, and probably finishing off with a good hard thrash at my cock. A perfect evening, you might think.

Things did not quite go to plan.

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