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Sinful Sunday 460 – Grown-up

Posted in Sinful Sunday with tags , , , , on February 2, 2020 by Accidental Masturbator

Back at the family home, alone, for the first time in many, many years. This is where I grew up.

It’s odd being back now. It’s odd being here alone. Somehow there is still a sense of having to behave. As if a grown-up might walk in at any moment and reprimand. That will not happen now, but there still feels an obligation to be respectful.

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Sinful Sunday 385 – Ironwork

Posted in Not a dick pic, Sinful Sunday, Sinful Sunday Pick-of-the-week with tags , , , on August 27, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

[Since getting back from holiday I’ve found myself in a sexual slump. The very thought of sex, or rather chronic lack of sex, either makes me angry or despondent. To the extent that having penned several posts including this Sinful Sunday contribution, I pulled the plug on publishing them. But having spent time and effort writing them it seems self defeating to not publish and be damned. So by heart’s not really in this but …]

Our holiday apartment featured a couple of notable pieces of ironwork, and it seemed churlish of me to ignore them whilst

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Challenging times

Posted in Sex on my own, Sex toys with tags , , , , , , , on July 1, 2013 by Accidental Masturbator

The best part of a year ago, I embarked on my own 7 Day Celibacy Challenge (with the support of my great blog buddy, Hyacinth.) To cut a long story short, I wanted to try to go a week without wanking … but failed. Well, time goes by, and I’m in the mood for another solo sex challenge. But this one is quite different. Continue reading

DLS #8: When the cat’s away

Posted in Dirty Little Secrets, Sex on my own with tags , , , , on July 11, 2012 by Accidental Masturbator

Believe it or not, I don’t masturbate as often as I’d like. When I was single I’d tug one off before I got out of bed pretty much every morning and wank myself to sleep pretty much every night. And if I felt the urge any other time of day, no one was going to object if I sat down on my sofa, popped open my fly, and spanked the monkey whilst watching a porn movie. Now I’m a happily married man (who hasn’t got laid for 6 months now) such luxuries are a little irregular.  Continue reading

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