Monthly Archives: July 2016

SilverHubby shown at the waist, clothed, his hands holding a collar.

SinfulSunday: A Piece of Me – Pt. 1

I wear a denim jacket at times. The patches, pins and other items attached to it will give you a very clear idea of who I am , should you ever see it. Sadly, many of us will never meet in person, so I will gradually reveal all here. No, not that kind of ‘reveal all’ – the photo section of this blog has plenty of that, you lovely perverts!

Do I need to explain any of these? The safety pin has nothing to do with punk.

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Sinful Sunday

SilverHubby shown at the waist, clothed, his hands holding a collar.

I Take You Because I Can

We first found each other on the Interwebz back in 2001. LDRs are hard. Trans-Atlantic ones even harder. I venture to suggest that they were even harder back then; before FaceTime or Skype. I know we both had eye-watering phone bills!

You were submissive, but had no experience. I was already an experienced SadoDom. One of the (many) things I told you, was that I would sometimes take you entirely for my own pleasure, without regard for yours, at any time. This was, of course, before we both became disabled, and a wheelchair entered our lives. But that is another post for another day.

Do you remember, I wonder, the first time I demonstrated my ownership and use of your body in person?

I awoke around 2 am, with a raging erection. This, even though we’d played for hours before bedtime. We were both naked. You were on your side, back to me, fast asleep. I turned towards you and grabbed your hip. You whimpered, still mostly out of it. I pushed my cock in to your cunt roughly, getting balls deep very quickly. I fucked you fast and hard, using your body for my own pleasure. I didn’t try and reach your clit, finger your butt hole, or any of the things that would have pleasured you. I came hard, with something of a roar, then rolled onto my back.

I don’t remember my exact words, but they would have been something like:

“I own you. That was a demonstration.”

You whimpered rather a lot as we snuggled.

Is it me, or did it just get hot in here?