Last night’s fun

Just my fucking awesome sequined hot pants! I can’t belive I’ve reached the age I have and only just found the confidence to be wearing something the ‘kids’ would wear to clubs! OK so it was a kink night and all manner or clothing is worn (or not) and it’s a place where I can truly throw my fuckit in to the wind! My wonderful Roaul bought them for me for Christmas and they needed an outing somewhere 😻

img_20190120_142556

 

 

Advertisements

On Discovering Queerness in Later Life

Come read all about the journey of descovery from the ever eloquent man I’m lucky enough to share, well pretty much everything with.

Queerer Journey

I was 47 when I recognised that I wasn’t exactly as straight
as I’d heretofore assumed. Now, I flatter myself that I’m about as liberal,
open-minded and sex-positive a human as you could hope to meet in normal life,
and given that I’ve been pretty open on the kink scene for about 4 years, my ‘normal’
casts a pretty wide net. But no, as far as I was concerned up to that point, I
was comfortable counting a pretty wide variety of LGBTQ+ people within my
friendship group, openly and on Facebook, but it really wasn’t my thing.

Except. Except … Except lots of things, as it turns out. My fiancée
Helena knew. She’d always kind of known, and there were lots of bits of our
play that had dropped some pretty broad hints. I was quite happy to slip into a
little pleated tartan skirt and take photos to…

View original post 1,126 more words

New Year Break

Raoul and I had a much needed planned break for a couple of days over New Year, remote part of Wales, hot tub and photos ideas on an isolated beach. Relaxation was had, the hot tub utilised but the beach photos didn’t work out (too many people and not the right frame of mind). However, an idea struck me in the hot tub and my ever willing partner ran with it, it was certainly fun to do and much warmer than the beach!

P.S It’s really difficult trying to float in a hot tub!

Bathtime

2018-11-29_22.32.45.jpgI wish I had the words for this, I rarely do, they slip away, and the ones  I do have end up sounding pretentious and wankerish. So I’ll leave it with you to make of it whatever you want. All I’ll tell you is, it was a much needed bath, mostly in the dark, until my beloved Raoul lit candles so I wouldn’t cut myself shaving my legs!

2018-11-30_09.29.46

2018-11-29_22.27.10