You remember TOG. No? He’s that British guy who’s been on-again, off-again sniffing around Belle for some time now. Search for “TOG” if you want the details. Long story short, it seemed like it was over but now it’s back on. For, like, the twelfth time or something. Turns out, Belle’s been communicating with him … Continue reading TOGgle switch: On
I’ve tried to write a post about TOG, Belle’s possible other guy, but I couldn’t get it right. Not only because I struggle to write about it in a way that isn’t all soap opera-ish (and I said I wouldn’t do that) but also because the status and nature of their acquaintance keeps changing. And … Continue reading The return of TOG
I wasn’t going to write my previous post last night for fear it would rev me up too much to sleep afterward but it was pretty clear I was already too revved up for that. Beyond just the normal excess RPMs spinning around after getting Belle off just before bed, the conversation about the other … Continue reading Further TOG pondering
Belle and I are about to leave on an 11-day road trip in our little camper. My social media accounts are about to swap over into “grandeur of nature” mode, fair warning. It occurred to me as my hand was randomly down the front of my shorts feeling the smooth steel tube, warm with my … Continue reading Ch-ch-ch-changes
Last time I logged into FetLife was more than a year ago. At least, that’s what I surmise from how old the messages are in my inbox. Since some of them are inquiries for advice, I’ll answer them here for all to see. I’m leaving all the names off since none of them consented for … Continue reading Mailbag
Yesterday I said… I’m not allowed to ask for or refuse orgasm. But it’s how I’m feeling. I wish they didn’t need to happen. I feel like enough “plumbing” issues are taken care of with the occasional expression of fluid when I’m allowed to penetrate Belle. I just really, really, really don’t want to come. … Continue reading Rabbit v. Lizard
February continued the weirdness of January. Trips, illnesses, etc., conspired to keep us apart and/or make our time together non-optimal. I was outside a chastity device three times for a total of just over two hours in February, or about three tenths of one percent of the month. I was in the Steelheart mostly … Continue reading February Metrics
Belle left this morning for Mexico where she’ll be with a friend until late next week. No, not that kind of friend. A female friend. We had one whole weekend together between the three weeks we didn’t see each other and this trip and she’s still getting over the lingering remnants of her bout with … Continue reading Sick makes six
I spent all month forgetting that January has 31 days in it, not 30. Not that it really matters, but it would be so much more convenient for everyone if months had the same number of days in them. Anyway, Belle and I were only together about eight days this month. That led to way … Continue reading January metrics
I got home Thursday to the only night in three and a half weeks Belle and I would be together. She got back from Asia on Tuesday several hours after I left for Southern California and she left Friday for Europe until mid-next week. As soon as I got home, I swapped the Holy Trainer … Continue reading Theatrics
