Category Archives: Memories

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


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.