Archive for Lingerie

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

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.
20min later Continue reading

Sinful Sunday 388 – Collar and cuffs

Posted in Not a dick pic, Sinful Sunday with tags , , , on September 15, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

A couple of times recently, people have commented on my colourful socks.
I wouldn’t say I’m proud of my socks, but I do make a point of having colourful socks. More importantly, I make a point of ensuring my underwear and socks match whenever possible.

You’ll doubtless know my stance on Continue reading

My bad

Posted in Underwear with tags , , , on June 18, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

I’m not OCD as such, but I am a stickler for detail.
A shirt has to be perfectly ironed, right down to the creases in the sleeves.
The colour of my socks has to match my underwear whenever possible.
Shoes have to shine so you

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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

My what?!

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex therapy with tags , , , , , , on February 3, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

I’m fucking angry.
And I fucking hurt.
It’s less than an hour since we walked out of our third therapy session. And I’m fucking angry. And hurt. And frustrated.

Going into the safe space of the counselling room, after the previous few days, I felt no inclination to contribute. Fuck it. Let someone else do the work for a change.

Sue (our therapist) seemed stuck. She looked to me to start. I wasn’t starting.
My Wife looked to me. I still wasn’t starting.
Fuck. Apparently no-one else could start.
Sue was being paid to run the room. Let her fucking hold the conch.

I can’t remember where the conversation finally started.
I can’t remember much about the arc of the narrative.
In response to something that was said, Sue steered us back to 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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