Head, meet brick wall

It’s official. Expaining kink to my partner is like banging my head against a brick wall. Last week i showed her a chastity device online and asked what she thought. It seemed promising as she went off and looked at other devices and how they worked. i was excited by the thought of handing her the keys to my sex drive.

Then the next day, cool as a cucumber. i asked her again how she felt about it. She replied that she didn’t understand, was i asking to be put in chastity? Once again, she had missed the point.

Since i revealed my inclinations to her, i have explained one simple truth:

If i have to explain what i want, then it takes away the whole dynamic

Sometimes she understands, but usually she does not care. i have dropped many hints to her, but either she ignores them or she straight out asks me if that’s what i want. As soon as that happens, the answer is no.

Despite this, i am constantly being berated for not understanding her needs. Her need for sensual and passionate love-making, her need for a vigorous fucking, her need for romance, apparently i am blind to these. This is not true at all, she gets what she wants far more than i do.

i recently had a long drinking session with a friend where we discussed life and love. She said that it seems like my partner is projecting her insecurities. i have to admit, it does seem like that.

*My partner cheated on me for an extended period and every time i talk to a woman, i must be cheating too.

*My partner does not give me what i crave sexually, i get accused of not meeting her needs.

*She becomes an ice queen and goes into the foulest of moods, she tells me that i don’t want to talk.

Perhaps this is just women in general, but it seems insane to me.

Under the radar

It looks as though this little blog has slipped under most people's radar. i suppose that could be a good thing. As much as the idea of hundreds or thousands of people hanging off my every word thrills me, the content of this blog also makes that a chilling thought.

With regards to content, there isn't really a lot here. my previous blog was fairly full of intimate and downright revealing facts about me. As such, it had to go. i'm all for revealing my innermost thoughts, but anonymously is the way forward.

Now for my real reason for posting tonight. It's about time i went back to work on my erotica. Sadly, my generation does not seem to appreciate the written word as much as i do. The erotic literature sites i post to have slowly dwindling numbers. Unless a site has a scenario as a movie, nobody wants to know. Personally, i love to read erotica. Some of my darkest fantasies have stemmed from erotica, and yes i am happy that someone else's story has warped my mind.

i'm still procrastinating, ranting away on my unread blog instead of writing smut filthy enough to corrupt the whole of middle class America. Middle class Britain is beyond corruption, everyone has a dirty secret here ;)

Any comments or suggestions, please feel free to pop them in the form below.

The ambiguity of on and in

I work IT, a mainly male department. There is a lot of ambiguity and interchangeability between on and in. For example, log on and log in, files on a drive and files in a drive, remoting on and remoting in to a machine.

There are two areas, however, where this interchangeability should not be used. On time and in time being the first. On time means on schedule, properly deployed and tested with an opportunity to deal with teething issues. In time means holy crap we deployed it the night before it went live.

The other area that on and in mean completely different things is in the gents. Unfortunately my colleagues do not seem to be able to let go of the on/in flexibility. Where toilets are concerned, pissing on is not the same as pissing in!