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March 23, 2012
On Being Private Yet Sharing My Innermost Thoughts
To my lovely readers,
I feel I must provide an explanation for my abrupt departure from the blog. I am an intensely private person. I don't share. I realize that flies in the face of what I do here at BDP, but it is true. We all have our secrets and skeletons. Mine are no worse than any other person's on this planet, they just happen to be mine. My secrets are not even truly the reason that I don't talk much. I don't share because I don't trust in what people will do with that information. In ...
The First Time I Tied Up the Woman I Love
We all wear masks, almost all the time. It's part of being an adult in a complex world. She, for instance, is such a dignified, urbane, nice-looking 55-year-old lady in the daytime, very attractive, even hot, I would say, but the opposite of "cheap". And I try to act right in public myself. But when we are alone, there are times…..

First Time Blindfolding and Tying Up the Woman I love
We all wear masks, almost all the time. It's part of being an adult in a complex world. She, for instance, is such a dignified, urbane, nice-looking 55-year-old lady in the daytime, very attractive, even hot, I would say, but the opposite of "cheap". And I try to act right in public myself. But when we are alone, there are times…..

Lusting for HH and Lo
I will officially return next week, but HH, being the bad boy that he is, was not at all satisfied with my cryptic answers to my post on Tuesday Stealing about being in lust with some bloggers on my blogroll and asked me to expound on my answer. So as promised, I will attempt to do so.
The generally accepted definition of lust is that of an intense sexual desire or craving. I tend to look at it much more broadly. I definitely see lust as synonymous with desire and craving, but not always...
March 21, 2012
All or Nothing
Since the idea of leaving my blog completely fallow is making it impossible for me to concentrate, I'm posting this story I wrote about eight years ago. It's my first attempt at anything for an adult audience. Ironically, I began my writing career with children's stories. The writing is so so at best and it's an ugly topic.
By way of back story, growing up I witnessed my sister being physically abused by her husband. It continued for 15 years. I also learned about the abuse, in its various...
Closing Down
I need a few days off-blog. I'll return with my promised post to HH on lusting for him and Lo next week.








For World Poetry Day …
Apparently, it's World Poetry Day
What exactly am I now supposed to say?
Something witty and wry?
Something designed to make you cry?
Or maybe something dirty and profane?
Something to make you pulse again and again?
What I want mere words cannot convey.
Through syllables and phrases I could never truly say
How much I need and want and crave
Things others would call depraved
But to me they are simply fact,
Just one more natural sex act
The meaning of which is so profound
The last piece of my...
Born Again Virgins
It's hard to put into words how much I love to go down on her. It was our first sex act, and it's never off the menu; it's one of the ways I can make sure she comes every time we're together, and I just love, love, love the taste, the fragrance, the slick lips against my tongue, and the reward of witnessing the way she loses it when she comes.

March 20, 2012
Man Candy
TemptingSweets99 was gracious enough to share a link to the Tumblr blog of Jedi. Ladies … be still my beating heart, this tasty morsel of man candy is too much to resist! His photos have inspired many, many orgasms since I got his link. Tonight I was finally able to really sit down and go through EVERY single picture. The one I'm sharing below is my absolute favorite. Just look at that beautiful ass! I want to lick him from the back of his knee right up to the crease where his thigh meets...
On Being Raised a Bigot
This is not a post that I want to write for many reasons. The biggest one being that I risk offending my readers and I don't wish to do so, however, I was reading My Life as a Psy-Eroticologist and knew that I couldn't stay silent any longer. By remaining silent, I was allowing myself and those like me the cover of darkness. Only by standing up and admitting what I'm about to talk about can change happen.
You see, I was raised to be a bigot. My parents were bigots, my grandparents were bigots ...
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