Archive for Lingerie

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

The Working Wank … sorry … Week

Posted in Random stuff about sex, Underwear with tags , , , , , on December 9, 2015 by Accidental Masturbator

Just as Masturbation Monday, TMI TuesdayWicked Wednesday and Sinfull Sunday are popular round these sordid corners of Blogsville, the slightly tamer Dress Down Friday is commonplace in many offices and I’ve come across Thirsty Thursday (everyone goes to the bar after work) in a couple of places too. (I’m no sure why Saturday gets left out. Any thoughts, Dear Reader?) Well, I’ve had idea how to spice things up… Continue reading

Pink envelope

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, The Red Torsolette, Underwear with tags , , on January 24, 2015 by Accidental Masturbator

A pink envelope sat on the spare bed, next to two distinct piles of paper: one for filing, one for recycling. The pink envelope was for neither, and it sat on it’s own. The flap of the envelope had not been sealed and it’s contents peaked out casually, almost enough to be seen.

A couple of feet away, neatly arranged were my Wife’s business suit and her briefcase full of papers for the day.

It was just before 5am when Continue reading

Something ventured. Nothing gained.

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, The Red Torsolette, Underwear with tags , , , on January 4, 2015 by Accidental Masturbator

It hadn’t been my finest afternoon when it came to parenting. Indiscipline and rudeness had ruffled my feathers, I’d ended up shouting. My Wife had am tried to negotiate a truce, but ended up getting sucked in and resorting to similarly negative tactics. We all ended up pissed off.

Not a moment for anything sexy. But then again …
I went upstairs to my bedside table, fetched out a pale pink envelope and returned downstairs to give it to my Wife.

Me: Considering I’ve messed up the afternoon, I figure I can’t make it much worse.
Her: What’s this?
Me: You know the Continue reading

Her choice

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Underwear with tags , , , on December 28, 2014 by Accidental Masturbator

Over Xmas I had my worst fuck in years, and a couple of times She has covered Her hands and the bed sheets in my sticky emissions, so the candle of hope is still burning.

Hope and advertising emails had seem me contemplating buying Her lingerie again for Xmas. And I’d still like to.

Then I had an idea.

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All she wants

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, The Red Torsolette, Underwear with tags , , , on December 11, 2014 by Accidental Masturbator

I’m sure I’ve mentioned before, Loyal Reader, that I have email subscriptions to various internet retailers – sex toys, rubber, lingerie, mens underwear. There are some I feel I should opt out of. Predominantly the ones for lingerie. I mean, the set I bought Her last Xmas was received almost as badly as dose of genital wartrs. So whilst it’s kind of difficult to say Unsubscribe to a company who insist on sending me regular photos of attractive women barely wearing lace, it does occasionally feel like I’m allowing them to rub salt in the wound.

Today was one such occasion. As I tidied my inbox, I found this …

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Party. Party. Party.

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife, The Red Torsolette with tags , , , on November 18, 2014 by Accidental Masturbator

So we partied.
And when we were partied out, we headed back to our room.
And we got ready for bed.
A couple of times through the day my hand had lingered on Her arse far far longer than it ever normally would, or I had grazed my hand along Her suspended strapped thigh. But by this time I was tired, and expectation had given way to apprehension and I didn’t want to engage.
And then Continue reading

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