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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

Sinful Sunday 390 – Not seeing red

Posted in Fetishwear, Sinful Sunday with tags , , , on September 29, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

When my attention was first piqued by the erotic potential of rubber clothing, back in the late 80s / early 90s, the only fetishwear you could get hold of easily was black [Ed: Easily!? That’s a fucking joke! Sex shops were immeasurably different places three decades ago and buying latex underwear was strictly the province of only the most diligent perverts!] … or sometimes red, or perhaps that slightly sickly, translucent, yellowish hue of natural latex.

Sinful Sunday

Kinky couture has come a long way since then. Most sex shops will stock some basic rubber these days, there’s no shortage of models, chanteuses and actresses who will happily turn up to an award ceremony in a LB(r)D, and you’d be pushed to think of a colour you can’t find rubber in.

Whilst my first latex was indeed a

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Sinful Sunday 375 – Underdressed

Posted in Fetishwear, Fixing a broken marriage, Not a dick pic, Sinful Sunday with tags , , on June 17, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

It’s not that it promised to be a bad party, what ever that might constitute. And it’s not that I dislike the hosts (friends of my Wife), far from it. It was just going to be dull. I wasn’t going to know any of the other guests, and have little with common any of them.

Whilst the invitation didn’t specify a dress code, as the party was at an up market hotel, We assumed smart was the order of the day.
For smart, I opted for a suit. A few other guests had dressed up, but as it turned out, there were more than a few pairs of jeans (at least one ripped), various randomly logoed t-shirts, one baseball cap and I was the only person wearing a tie.

However, in an effort to rise above the anticipated tedium of the party, I’ll wager I was also the only person to Continue reading

Identifying

Posted in Fetishwear, Sexual politics with tags , , , , on June 26, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

At a formal family gathering I’m introduced to a friend of one of the family and we fall into easy conversation.
They go way back.
He has an interesting career, though he hints at a desire to change it.
He and I obviously have similar views on politics.
He’s gay.
He has the personal mobile phone number of one of the mist influential political figures on the planet.
He’s staying with friends and lives out of town.

WOAH!!!
Hold on there just a Continue reading

Probably not.

Posted in Underwear with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 10, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

As you know, Dear Reader, I’m a bit of an underwear junkie. My favorite brand these days is Ergowear, and as with the way online shopping, I get regular promotional emails from them.
[NB I’m not remotely connected with the company, and I don’t get anything¬† from them for plugging them.]

One of the most recent was titled 10 Signs Your Underwear Needs an Upgrade. An interesting presumption, I though, but I read on … Continue reading

I can’t put my finger on it

Posted in Fetishwear, Porn, Random stuff about sex with tags on October 27, 2016 by Accidental Masturbator

It’s not often I see a picture I feel the urge to share with you, Dear Reader, for no other reason than it just looks fan-porno-tastic. In the last 48hrs I’ve cum across a couple more. (Please don’t excuse the pun – it was entirely pre-meditated.) And here’s the first. Continue reading

No sex please, we’re British bakers

Posted in Random stuff about sex with tags , , , on September 18, 2016 by Accidental Masturbator

We were watching Great British Bake Off.
For those who don’t know, it’s a monumentally successful UK TV game show, nay a national obsession, in which contestants’ baking efforts are judged by professional, celebrity bakers. Yeah, I know. Could there ever be a TV show more quintessentially British!?

It was Batter Week.
For those for whom that makes no sense as a concept … Continue reading

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