I just realised it’s been month since I last blogged. Gallivanting across southern Europe in the summer, and returning to find a long waiting list for my school of hard knocks, I simply had no time or inclination for documentation.
But the period of radar silence was also a golden opportunity to reassess what I want to write about. I decided that rather then using this platform as a gossip column, an x rated dairy, or a virtual soap box, I want to share something more intimate with you – my fantasy world.
For the foreseeable future, I won’t blog directly about my exploits. Instead, I will post stories. Some extremely explicit. Some painfully subtle. Some based on real private play and sessions. Others entirely a figment of my imagination.
When the mood takes me, I’ll also post some inappropriate picture – or images inspired by my stories and send in by you.
In the spirit of the impending All Hallows Eve, the first instalment is a prologue to a twisted tale of blood lust.
You will not get off on this one. It’s a literary denied orgasm.