Being chronically disorganised sometimes helps. As so often happens I was late making a doctor’s appointment to get my anti-depressants represcribed. So, for the last few days of April I had to go without. I experienced a few weird days. I drank too much at first as if seeking solace I other ways. I had strange and disturbing dreams, slept during the day , drained … Continue reading 30 Days in April – What Happened?
I went to the doctor this morning and changed my anti-depressants. I will be interested to see how I get on with the new ones. I know I am not the only person who has suffered from anti-depressant libido suppression and not even the only one taking part in 30 Date Orgasm Fun. But it was a massive disappointment to me that I didn’t come … Continue reading Orgasm Fun – The Finish Line
Day nine was the best orgasm so far. and the first one that wasn’t solo. We sat in a secluded corner of our favourite Indian restaurant, my lover and I. The poppadums were served hot and crisp, the chutneys tangy and the Chardonnay was dry and oaky just as I like it. A sensual feast for the mouth. The onion bhajis were, well,divine. But there … Continue reading A Treat Between Courses
In the first five days of #30DayOrgasmFun I have only managed two orgasms. This was not unexpected and does not make me the West Bromwich Albion of wanking. As I wrote earlier, Citalopram is doing its thing on me, and , I know, a couple of other participants. Failing to come is, however, not failure. For each time, I have pleasured myself with the vibrator, … Continue reading Body Love
I’m in love with a German film star and ready for #30daysorgasmfun Continue reading Sinful Sunday
I sometimes eat out alone. There are times when I want an evening in a restaurant with nice food, a glass or two of wine and I don’t have anyone to go with. So I take a book and my phone, resist any attempt to seat me in an inconspicuous and cramped corner as if I had a nasty disease, and enjoy my time. I … Continue reading Biting The Bullet
Once something has passed it has gone for ever, and what happened in London just two weeks ago is seemingly as irretrievable as that day in 4004 BC when God created the world, at least according to Archbishop Ussher. Yet irretrievable does not mean lost. The past lives on in us, seen through the often distorting prism of our memories in, but shaping us in … Continue reading Loving Eroticon
I don’t know why this song suddenly came to me as I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in one of the big fluffy hotel towels. I sprayed on a little 4711 and settled down to wait for Steph. “War paint war paint you don’t need war paint” I knew that Steph would be made up immaculately, she always was, foundation, blush, mascara … Continue reading War Paint