Cast Updates

I have decided that it might be worth updating people on the status of various cast members tonight. So, running through in alphabetical order and with the addition of a new potential member, here we go.

• Affair - Is still around, though I get less chance to talk to her these days since her boyfriend has recently become unemployed and is spending more time at home. However she is still trying to arrange a visit to me, or vice-versa, where we will be undisturbed by her boyfriend and both of us will have a chance to once again indulge in the rampant and rather messy sex which we had before certain circumstances persuaded us that staying together would be to the detriment of both our lives, and that we were better off as simply friends with the potential for benefits.
• BedBuddy - Has now found herself a boyfriend and, while we are still friends, is not currently a member of the cast. She did however send me some interesting pictures of herself and her new boyfriend. She will be being removed from my little cast list shortly.
  
• Essex - Is very much still around in a friendly, no-strings attached to either party manner. I am hoping to find an opportune time to visit her again soon.
• Miss Complicated - Is purely a friend now, things just got far too stressful for either of us to maintain even pretense at something more. Holding back and simply being friendly while discussing the overthrow of the government seems much easier for both of us.
• Mystery - Is still very much around, and has even commented on here recently. She will be remaining anonymous for the time being though. Wish that she lived a lot closer.
• Slave - Post-visit a decision has been reached whereby we will be remaining friendly, but accept that we are not suited for that sort of relationship. Frankly she is far too much hard work as are many of her friends. I am not willing to start providing that much support.
• Stalker - Has calmed down and backed away recently, but still regularly tries to contact me.
• Student - Is still around as a friend, and as an occasional bedwarmer. There is no real passion between us, at least not of the romantic time, but there are times when a bedwarmer or a simple, uncomplicated, unemotional fuck makes things much clearer.
• Sweetie - Again, very much still around and hopefully I will be seeing her before Christmas. Things are getting a little complicated here however, as she is starting to let me know that she is jealous. Not quite sure what to do since she also does not want to break things off.
• Tart - Completely gone, simply vanished off the face of the earth as far as I can tell. Mutual friends and acquaintances have no idea what has happened to her so it seems she may have simply gone.

Now as to the new one, tonight I was meant to be meeting with some friends who I have not seen for a while. Those friends managed to lose mobile phones or just fail to answer them, but while waiting in the pub I was approached by a young lass with a pretty face and a Russian accent. The rest of her body was also not unnattractive, and we began a conversation about fantasy writing and the supernatural before drifting into other topics. After a tour of several bars and a coffee shop she was returned home, with any innocence that she may have had intact except for some moderate tickling, playing around and petting. Phone numbers exchanged, and the conversation has continued through the wonders of text messaging. So, a new member of the cast, I would like you all to meet Russian.

Into Unconsciousness

Originally I was going to make this entry a rant about something which occured at work today, but I have changed my mind, probably a good decision. Instead I will take you back on a journey through time, to a younger, more active time. In fact a time when I was back with Tart and discovered that it is in fact possible to screw someone unconscious.

The process took five hours, some bondage, a bit of light pain, and lots of sex. She was tied up and at my mercy for almost the entire time, though a safeword was specified first. The actual sex only started after the first hour, which I spent mostly teasing and tormenting her with mouth and hands, and various toys. Whenever I felt myself close to orgasm, I would stop, and use her mouth instead for a time, carefully to let me calm down but still keep me hard. While doing this I would abuse her with various toys, whether the rabbit, a plug or anything else that came to hand.

I did however take pictures, which I recently discovered when someone reminded me of this through an inadvertant comment. These pictures will not be up on this blog, for fairly obvious reasons I would hope. Anyway, as you can imagine after five hours of constant stimulation, usually in at least two places, not to mention that my hands and mouth were wandering, occasionally stroking, squeezing, slapping, licking or biting her defenseless little body, and more orgasms on her part than we bothered counting, she suddenly went limp.

After a moment's panic I ascertained that she was still breathing, freed her, and waited a few minutes for her to come around which she eventually did.

On more current matters Mystery is still around, and sent me a post card recently. It must be said that she has a talent for selecting good pictures. Tomorrow afternoon I will probably be meeting Essex for a time, and Thursday Sweetie. Then friday is more LRP, and next Monday of course is my trip to Ireland.

Word of the day: Woking, meaning to walk into the kitchen then forget what you went in there for.

Fireworks Are Dangerous

So you see those pretty things up there? Those ones which go boom, whizz, flash and crackle? The ones which sparkle and shine and light up the sky? The ones which fall over and get stuck in their launchers, or in the case of some fly free of their securing nail and spiral across the garden in a whirl of sparkling fury?

Yes, fireworks. They are immense fun. But has anyone else noticed that they are at their best when things do not go quite to plan? Take our little home display last night. We had a highly successful bonfire, even if we did all need to shelter from the heat behind a tree when it was at its best. And we may have accidentally set fire to a large patch of bamboo and burned it half to the ground before anyone managed to get the fire extinguisher out, but it was fun all the same.

Then we moved on to the actual display.

That was when the fun really started.

We started the display with a rocket, a very large rocket, lit by yours truly. Sadly the launching tube must have been pressed a little too firmly into the ground so that the rocket's own stick ended up stuck in the earth. As you can imagine, in an explosive device with a blast radius of about twenty to thirty metres and intended to fire off at a height of maybe a hundred feet, being stuck is not a good thing.

It did actually launch, eventually, but the delay must have been a little too much. It had barely cleared the roof when it detonated with a shockwave that nearly took us off our feet, shattered a couple of windows, and echoed for a good few minutes.

You might consider that this could be taken as a bad omen, and a sign to cease the display. Not so! The windows were quickly boarded up and repair people are coming today, and the display continued. The next melodrama to occur involved a firework designed to fire sixty four shots, which would delight young and old with their explosive, then crackling descent. It must be admitted that it did almost exactly what it said on the tin.

The only problem was that the first shot for some reason jarred it free of its bed of earth and onto its side. It then lay on its side and fired sixty three shots directly at the house of our neighbour, probably causing much distress inside as it must have sounded like a siege weapon going off as each shot detonated when it hit the wall of their house.

And still the display continued, though with no further problems.

In other news, Tart is now being cut free for simplicity. Things were fine when all she was offering were fun and games, but now she is poking for more of a relationship and I have already had one with her, which ended badly, so no thanks. Another one down, though a few more potentials on the horizon. I will have to tell you about those should something actually come of them. Affair is still demonstrating more and more interest, I get the strong feeling her current boyfriend is ignoring her, and given that this is one of only two girls I have ever met with a sex drive to match mine it must be driving her insane.

And of course, as always, there is Stalker. She has now taken to sending me pictures, from a range of different e-mail addresses and accompanied by stories. The pictures are quite obviously of her, but for some reason they really do not push any buttons I might have. I think my dislike of her is preventing me from becoming aroused by such images, even though they would should they come from other people.

The Last One for now

There's one more girl who deserves to be in the cast, though I should point out now that just because the cast of sexual interests is complete I will still be gradually adding my family and friends as they justify it. I also have plans which should be announced in this post as well.

The last girl who has earned her place in the cast is yet another ex-girlfriend. Yes, I know I have too many. I have got a count of them, and I think the number demonstrates my incapability to stay in or keep a relationship. Moving on from that though, I am not quite sure what nickname to ascribe to this girl as she is another version of the Tart. In fact she is another version of the Tart in very many ways. I believe that the term BedBuddy will do, until I can think of something else.

Anyway the BedBuddy got in touch recently, in essence to assure me that she was indeed interested in intimate, but unemotional, activities with myself. Since then she has been trying to get me to ask her to move in with me, since she has no job, no house, and a severe nicotine habit to feed. My refusal has so far not gone down well with her, but she seems to have accepted it for the time being.

Incidentally other nickname suggestions for this one would be appreciated, I was thinking Leech, but I might have to save that one for when a true Leech comes along.

Now we can introduce a member of the cast who is not a potential bedroom partner in any way whatsoever. I just want to clarify that first, you will understand why shortly.

This new member is the Baby. Due to various circumstances I currently share a habitation with the majority of my family, hence the fact that I am looking for a new job. Sadly this does also mean that I am sharing my abode with my sister, her yuppie boyfriend, and their new baby.

Their new, loud baby.

Their new, loud baby who likes to be fed at night.

Their new, loud baby who communicates this fact by screaming at the top of his lungs until the whole house are awake.

I am introducing him because he really is a complication. I love the little parasite to pieces, I really do, but I do not react in the same entranced manner as every one else in this madhouse. Instead of being fascinated by the fact that he has just filled his nappy with human excrement I am repelled. I nearly had to break up a fight yesterday between my sister and my mother over who was going to change the nappy, they both wanted to do it.

I swear this place is insane.

Anyone looking for a live-in servant/sex-toy? I can cook, clean, scrub and so on. Just get me out of here.

And finally to the plans. At the end of November I will be absconding to a far, foreign country (okay, Ireland), in order to indulge myself in a week of illegal excess, indulgence and depravity with Slave. All I need now is to actually buy the tickets for the flight and get myself over there.

Of the Tart and Perversity

This is not a family-friendly post!

Okay, now that's out of the way I want to get a few events out of the way first. To begin with last night was an okay night, despite arseholes trying to talk to me. The only other slight problem with it was the kidnap attempt. A hen party offered me a bottle of (very cheap) wine, and £50 to be their stripper. Needless to say as it was freezing cold and they wanted it done there and then, I refused. I'm not stripping in a pub garden for that small an offer. This was deemed rude, so I then ended up handcuffed to the bride for half an hour before I managed to pick the lock on the handcuffs and escape back to my much-amused bastard friends.

Also last night a potential fifth member was added to our little cast, and a possible sixth. Number five is not really in need of a name yet but I thought she should be mentioned. Number six will henceforth be known as the Affair. I should point out now that this is not because I am having, or have had an affair with her. She is an ex of mine, an absolutely, stunningly gorgeous, fantastic in bed, kinky, exhibitionistic ex. I still kick myself for having severed that particular relationship, even if I did have problems with her personality, I could always have trained her but there you go.

Moving on again we come to the main point of this post, the Tart has simplified things for me somewhat. All she is offering is sex, and her own humiliation, because she has needs to fill and I am the most 'depraved fucker', to use her own phrase, that she knows who she would feel safe with. I am not sure whether to be flattered or insulted, but either way it means that I have a submissive who will do pretty much anything I tell her, including taking photos and recording it for me, and who is shortly coming to my town in order to visit old friends. During this time the general plan, at least the one she is planning, is for lots of sex to happen in various different places, and for her to be temporarily enslaved and humiliated.

I can live with this. I also tried an experiment on her last night, and it has now given me some very interesting ideas involving pegs. There is something about watching a young, rather pretty girl thrashing about helplessly on her bed because she has been following your orders.

The Cast of this Little Melodrama

This is basically going to be the story of me, and the various relationships which seem to make their way into and out of my life on a regular basis. At the moment there are four relationships of a serious nature, so these are the four people who will get pseudonyms to start with. As others enter and leave the stage so they will be added and removed and even friends may get their own aliases should they become dramatic enough in some way.

Firstly we have the Tart. The Tart was someone whom I had a past relationship with, cohabitating even, until she revealed that she was psychotic and in serious need of therapy. After several attempted attacks upon my person I decided that enough was enough, and that she should be removed from my life. Since that time she has sought assistance with her various disorders, and resolved most of them. We have recently started talking again, and flirting, and as of a couple of nights ago she has started sending me home made pornographic material in the form of writings, pictures, and videos. The potential here seems to be for FiBs as neither herself nor myself have any interest in beginning an exclusive relationship with one another, but even at the worst of times the sex was great.

Secondly we have the Sweetie. The Sweetie is just that, very nice, very sweet, not my usual type but still attractive. She does not seem to have a particular interest in fetishism, outside of the average broad-mindedness, but she does have a nice healthy sex drive and gives fairly good blowjobs. The only problem is that I am actually worried about hurting her, emotionally that is. She is not as robust as the usual people I date, and she also seems the sort to fall in love easily.

On to number three now, the Slave. This one is rather self-explanatory and obvious. The disadvantage of the Slave is basically distance, but she has been asking to be collared by me, she has a complete lack of inhibitions, is highly masochistic and submissive, and would be a lot of fun. Problem as I said is distance, plus a few mental disorders which prevent certain things and might make life difficult. The Slave I should be visiting before the end of the year, so more detail will be available when I have actually met her in person and not simply seen her at the other end of a webcam and spoken with her on the phone.

Finally we have the worst one in a way, Miss Complicated. Miss Complicated is the one who appeals to me most of all, intelligent, funny, pretty. The problem is the complication. She is rather mixed up about certain things, disliking affection and intimacy unless she is in exactly the right mood, and emotional intimacy seems to be a great fear of hers. Obviously this gets a little irritating when I meet her, and talk with her, chatting about a range of things and then can not so much as stroke her arm without making her flinch. At other times its the opposite. She also swings between saying that she wants to be wanted, and being chatty and friendly, and again the complete opposite. Even though this is a stressful time for her, it makes me feel somewhat less than considerate.

So there you have the summary of the play of things at the moment. More detail will be following eventually but for now I am absconding to the nearest house of alocholic imbibement in order to get a drink and potentially find a few other names to add.