It's been a while since I've written anything here. With my ADHD, I'm pretty lousy at keeping consistent with anything. C'est la vie.

I removed a number of posts, so this is kind-of a fresh start.

Since I last blogged, I met a woman, married her, and we moved from Texas to New England (where we're both much happier). I've been through job changes, lost my mother, gained a niece and nephew, and lost about 75 lbs.

Nothing is ever perfect, but life is pretty good.

My wife is amazing. In July we'll have been together 10 years, and married for 5 in December. In all that time, we've never had a real fight or argument. Disagreements, yes, not seeing eye to eye on everything, yes, but never a real fight. We both know when to back down and nothing has ever been a big enough problem to cause any kind of impasse. For a while I worried that it was unhealthy, that all couples fight. But I've come to realize it's actually healthy. It's not that we are not facing any difficulties or disagreements we may have, we are just handling them without a need to turn it into anything dramatic. We don't agree on everything, but we do on the things that are important to us as a couple. This is the best and most healthy relationship I've ever had, and the same goes for her.

We actually met through an adult party on the beach near Galveston, Texas. A friend of mine had a FetLife group and threw parties a few times each summer for a while. At one party, in July 2025, I was standing around with a group of people and just talking. One guy in the group made a comment about needing to pour himself a dram of scotch to feed his Scottish blood. In an incredibly bad, Mel Gibson in Braveheart-inspired Scottish accent, I said "Just how much Scottish blood do you have in you?" This cute topless girl who was standing to my left, hearing the bad accent, immediately turned toward me with her hand out and said "Hi, I'm [name redacted]." As it turns out, we're both somewhat introverted. I was mostly there to help my friend out and help keep things organized (Ha! me? Organized????). So I ended up talking to this cute topless girl. I'd brought and set up one of my telescopes, and she was interested in looking through it. We ended up sitting together and talking nearly all night long. We went on a few dates, started getting kinda serious, and 5 years later we tied the knot.

Anyway... I ramble.... So, now she's part of this profile.

She's always considered herself bisexual, but has never had a chance to actually experience anything with another woman. We'd like to change that, but haven't really had much luck finding anyone. It doesn't help we're both somewhat introverted and lousy at meeting people. We've gone to a few events we found on FetLife, and one swingers club, but so far, nothing has come around. We're not looking for couples, not looking for her to play with another guy or me with another girl. We're looking for a girl for her, and preferably something that could be ongoing. We're not exactly looking for a unicorn: if this ever happens, it's about her, not me, and any involvement on my part other than being a spectator would be entirely up to my wife. But, we've yet to figure out how to find such a woman. If anyone is in New England and has any ideas, we'd be happy to hear them.

Anywhoo... I guess that's enough for now.

2025 Update:

I used to have several more chapters of this posted here, but decided to take them down. I ended up self-publishing this through Amazon. It's never gotten all that much attention, and I don't expect it ever will... but every month Amazon pays me a dollar or two.

If you have Kindle Unlimited, it's a free read. If not, I just reduced the Kindle version's price to $0.99. It's also available in paperback. I might even add a hardcover version, if it seems like it's worthwhile, and I've considered recording an audio version.

Here's a link to the book: [url]https://a.co/d/dAUdwwb[/url]

Feel free to ask me any questions or send me any comments on it.

Back to the originally posted content:


___________________________________________

I'm not entirely sure why I wrote this, other than I wanted to mentally xxxxxxxxxxx (in a fun way, hehe) someone I know. She thought I should go ahead and post this somewhere.

Mind you, this is not my typical genre of writing, or activity. However, I have a very twisted imagination.

With no further ado... this one goes out to the ladies.

______________________

You awake to find yourself in a room with bare wood floors, plain white walls, and no windows. There is a ceiling fan overhead, gently stirring the air, but making no noise.

The room is silent.

And you realize you are tied to the bed... though tied scarcely covers it. More like bound, the ropes tied with such perfection that only a sailor or boy scout can master. Soft cloths pad many of the ropes, to avoid chafing or friction burns, but other than those pads and the ropes themselves, you are completely naked.

And, as the room is slightly cooler than room temperature, your skin is beginning to feel the stirring of the air and raise goosebumps on your smooth flesh.
_____

After a period of time, how long you cannot say for sure - it could have been hours - it could have been minutes, you hear footsteps. You are bound in such a way as to have a limited field of view. You cannot see a door, but you soon hear one open. And close.

More footsteps around the room. You catch, out of the corner of your eye, a glimpse of a person. A man. Dressed in a white shirt and dark, perhaps black, pants. But you cannot see a face. He says not a word. Makes not a vocal sound.

You are lying face down. Your head turned to your left. By the sound of the footsteps, you believe he is standing near your feet, slightly to the right.

You feel a hand touch you. Neither rough nor gentle. The hand slides over the back of your leg, as might the hand of a man touching a new possession. Feeling it to know its really his.

The hand lifts away, and there are a couple steps, moving away from you. You hear a rustling noise. And a few footsteps back.

There is no warning. Nothing to prepare you. Nothing to suggest this was about to happen.... but you feel a number of sharp stings over your naked ass and the back of your thighs. An involuntary yelp escapes your lips as the shock registers. Then you feel the leather strips slide over your skin as the cat o'ninetails is slowly pulled away.

Thwack! Another strike. The leather strips each impact over a slightly different area, spreading the pain.

Thwack!

Thwack!

Thwack!

Each lash is different, though each is the same. The slow, methodical lashing covers your entire ass over the course of several strikes. None of which are enough to cause severe pain, but the total of them leaves your ass burning from the sting and releases a flood of endorphins into your system to counter its effects.

You lose count, but there's been at least a dozen lashes. And then... no more.

The footsteps move away again, and you hear another rustling. Then they come back. You cringe, knowing something more is coming. Will it be worse? Just what did you get yourself into?

You are taken by utter surprise as you feel something cool and soothing pour over your burning skin. A cream or lotion.... and a gentle hand to spread it over the burning sensation. It does not remove it entirely, but makes it more bearable.

After a moment of gentle ministration, the hand lifts away. The footsteps step back a moment, and more rustling and rummaging among items which must be on a table or bench. And then you hear the footsteps again, the door opens, closes, and the footsteps recede.

For now.