Archive for Stockings and suspenders

The VPL is dead

Posted in Random stuff about sex with tags , , on September 25, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

It’s probably just as well I was driving and didn’t have a camera to hand, because it really isn’t the dove thing to take photographs of women’s arses in public without their consent.

My guess is there was a wedding or christening or bat mitzvah or something being celebrated just round the corner as the smartly dressed couple weren’t the only people heading in the same direction, done up in smart outfits and carrying brightly wrapped boxes.

What marked them out for me was Continue reading

Aesthetic progress?

Posted in Male pubic waxing, Porn with tags , , , , on December 22, 2015 by Accidental Masturbator

In the last month or two I have been hornier than a rabbit with fresh batteries. As discussed, a consequence is having viewed more porn than I usually might. And as discussed, I’ve been favouring amateur porn. Last night, my fantasy fodder was Continue reading

Wedding night

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife with tags , , , , on November 5, 2013 by Accidental Masturbator

Having said the wedding raised my blood pressure, I should fill you in on another couple of details.

As mentioned, the dress code was black tie and ball gowns: I dusted off my dinner suit, and my wife wore Her poshest frock. Nothing remotely as provocative as many of the others at the wedding, but hey, She’s not that kind of woman.

We were running a little behind schedule when the babysitter arrived, and neither of us was dressed to go out the door. So we hurriedly got tarted up. I couldn’t help but notice She was wearing the infamous red bra and panties, and I was not displeased to see the matching suspender belt and stockings getting their second ever outing. Continue reading

What to do next?

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, The Red Torsolette with tags , , , , on November 19, 2012 by Accidental Masturbator

Anyone who follows my Tweets may have an inkling of where this post is going to go. Or at least where it is going to start. And never before have I been quite so aware of how much words on a screen cannot convey the essence of a post, devoid as they are of vocal inflection.

Yesterday went to a grown-up party. Not a kid’s party, and not a party with kids. Just adults. I think it is the first time in … oh, years, and the first time we have dressed up to go out in much, much longer. I was suited and booted, and my Wife wore a posh frock. And as She showed off Her sparkly shoes to our child, I noticed She was wearing tights (it was cold, after all) … or maybe they were pop-socks (is there any less sexy item of hosiery?) … or … surely not? Not stockings? That would require a suspenders belt. Like the one I bought Her last Xmas. The one that hasn’t even had the shop tags removed in the 11 months since. Surely not? Continue reading

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