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About SilverHubby

Husband and Dom to SilverDrop. Middle aged and growing old disgracefully together. AKA @SilverdomUK

An Ode to Molly, This Birthday Mo(u)rn.

Silverdrop and I want to wish a very happy birthday to the wonderful bundle of humanity that is Molly! She gives – I kid you not – the most amazing hugs. And she’s an all-round jolly nice chap (being very British here), and has helped many people.

With apologies to non-Brit listeners for the full-on Glaswegian accent, here is a song by one of my favourite comedians ever, that definitely isn’t ‘Happy Birthday to You’! And not just because it’s to the tune of ‘What a Friend we Have in Jesus’.

Happy Birthday Molly!

A translation:

Oh Jesus Christ, I’m nearly forty
My pubic hair is going grey
I can’t cut the mustard like I used to
I think it’s downhill all the way

And when you see me on the buses
Please don’t offer me your seat
When you’re crunching on those apples
I’ll be sucking boiled sweets

Please don’t leave me by the seaside
Don’t shout as if my ears don’t work
Never let me pee my trousers
Don’t let me dribble down my shirt….


eLust 93 – We Made the Top Three!

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Welcome to Elust 93

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #94 Start with the rules, come back May 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!


~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

A dress to die for

Pushing Past



~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Kink lite, Kink life


~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

The Contract

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SinfulSunday: Easter Bunny.

Technically, this isn’t the greatest photograph. Content-wise, it may even seem a little boring. But it has a story to tell and so, at least to Silverdrop and I, it is lovely.

This calendar is on our bedroom wall. We sometimes write things on it. Sometimes we use our supply of small stickers to mark what we consider special bedroom events.

Any guesses what they might be?

BTW, the pink fluffy thing is not a cropping error, it’s the corner of our pile of sex towels. What? Don’t you have them too?  😉


Our bunny is as happy as we were last night.


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Sinful Sunday

SinfulSunday: Masturbating in Public

On Wednesday, we had the very great pleasure of Honey.

I mean the very great pleasure of having Honey for lunch.

I mean the very great pleasure of having lunch with Honey.

See, I was so excited, it took me three attempts to get it in err, out right. I AM NOT in a silly mood!  😛

We saw the ‘Entangled’ exhibition at the Turner Contemporary – a world class attraction in a one-horse town.  🙂  There was a woman masturbating for the world to see. We loved this image, which is largely made up of threads.

Oh! Did the post title lead you to expect something else, you perverts?  😉

Don’t her fingers get entangled in all those threads?

PS. Silverdrop encouraged me to behave myself – with varying degrees of success.


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Sinful Sunday

SinfulSunday: You’re the One

Prompt: Song Title.

I’m actually feeling a little emotional writing this post, so please make allowances.

This month’s prompt asks us to use a song title. Silverdrop came up with both the song and the image idea within seconds of me telling her. It took a little getting, and some editing. I love the way the reflections from the chrome collar play on her skin – especially the ‘O’.

There is a story behind this, Silverdrop’s primary collar. I had it custom made by a leather worker friend. This was while we were in a trans-Atlantic LDR many years ago. I took her to a shopping mall that had an engraving store. She had to hand the collar over, and explain what she wanted engraved on it. This was one of our first public BDSM ‘things’. We both remember it well.

One of several songs that count as ‘our’ song is You’re the One, sung with haunting beauty by Karen Carpenter.

Silverdrop is my One.


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Sinful Sunday

SinfulSunday: First Time in a While

Silverdrop had surgery back in February. It has taken her a while to recover, which has affected our sex life. I have been masturbating while she cuddled with me. Yesterday morning was the first time since the surgery that she felt like her body could handle an orgasm.

We are both disabled in various ways, and our sex life could be described as non-traditional. Penetrative sex (of any orifice) probably only features half the time. But we are very inventive, trust me. This often involves mutual masturbation, while a verbal fantasy is weaved (usually by me).

Silverdrop is gender-queer, and we were somewhat surprised (because of the circumstances) that her male energy came very strongly ‘front’ when we got naked. So I went with that. Him being used in the locker room by the whole team after the big game. They used him as a cum rag, because he likes that.

PS from Silverdrop: The main reason my male energy hasn’t been around much is menopause. I’m going through it now, and my male energy is alarmed and squicked by the whole concept, so it doesn’t come out much. I keep promising Silverdom that he’ll be back raring to go in a few years! Yesterday was a lovely surprise! ♂️ ❤️♂️

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My cum rag.

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Sinful Sunday

WickedWednesday: Necessary

It’s been a while since I participated in Wicked Wednesday. I wonder if Marie will be surprised? It is her prompt ‘Necessary’ that err, prompted me to come back.

It has become necessary, for my own peace of mind and sense of honesty, for me to be 100% open about the part of my body that I don’t like. No, not my cock (which Silverdrop insisted I leave in the shot)!

My belly. Back in the Air Force and before, I was something of an athlete – badminton, running, sailing etc. – and had the body that went with it. In 1999 I almost died from a previously undetected abdominal condition. The resultant surgery saved my life. Post-op infection destroyed a lot of my abdominal muscles – the six pack. Then osteoarthritis kicked in and made me less and less mobile.

This is what I am left with. It is also one of the reasons why Silverdrop and I are so body-positive.  I hope this might encourage others with body image issues to post.

It ain’t pretty, but it’s all mine.

I have sometimes posed/cropped/edited this part of me out of images. Or a pic of me on my back, which minimises things.That stops. Now.

And I mean it this time.


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Wicked Wednesday... a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked


We often jokingly comment to each other that some of the conversations we have are quite, well, odd. Or would be if overheard by non-BDSM types. Here’s one from last Sunday.

SilverHubby: Are you going to sew this afternoon?

Silverdrop: No, I don’t have the energy.

SH: Then why did you watch the movie with me?

SD: Because you wanted to watch the movie, and I’m a good girl.

She is a good girl. My good girl.

SilverHubby and Silverdrop

Snippets From Our Past:- The Airport

I was sitting here thinking about the first time we met in the flesh. It was months after we found each other online. We were both getting out of bad first marriages, and were understandably nervous about diving back in. But the spark we felt in cyber was too strong to be denied and, as I flew away from the UK frequently for business anyway, I booked a flight to Washington’s deeply romantic (NOT) Dulles airport.

You told me later that you had sat down in Arrivals just as the boards showed my flight had landed. You’d been delayed by your silly dog escaping into the snow. This led to you being even more nervous – if that were possible.

You thought you’d have plenty of time before I came through the doors and we could touch for the first time. After all, as a commie-pinko foreigner, I had to clear customs and immigration. You took off your coat and, when other attempts to relax failed, got out a book.

What you didn’t know, was that the information screens were lagging significantly behind the reality. So far behind, that s you saw them change to ‘In Customs’, I was walking just about to walk through the doors into Arrivals.

I didn’t see you at first. The hall was crowded, and you were tucked away in the far right corner. A small part of what I am pleased to call my mind was getting quite worried as my eyes did a slow left to right sweep around the larger space. There you were! Head down in a book. This image is burned in to my memory. It is one that has often been repeated over the years, although it is a Kindle in your hands these days.

You were so engrossed that, that you didn’t see me until I was standing directly in front of you. Did you drop the book? I don’t remember. I do remember you jumping up and into my arms. I do remember burying our heads in to each other and inhaling deeply. I do remember almost crushing you in my patented bear hug.

What I remember most is your reaction to my saying the two words I had been training you to respond to: “Cum now.” You whimpered, your knees went weak, and I had to support you as your orgasm left you sagging against me.

These are memories I will take in to the long dark when my time is done.

I wonder if our readers would like to hear more, Silverdrop?

EDIT: This is my first piece of writing since attending Eroticon 2017.