Fencing With Fetish

So all my posters have been delivered to the new place. The photo of Julie is massive. I truly feel fourteen. The one above is entitled "Conquistatore Ambizioso". It just seemed perfect when I saw it.

I have high ambitions too. For so much of my life I've felt like the plucky little fencer in a duel with an overpowering desire. My strategy was all surreptitious stopcut, instead of direct reposte. There's a sexy salle out there.

En guarde!

Look Over Yonder

Here's another one of my new living room pictures. Can you guess?
My first domme.
Hunkered over the TV in 1967, I felt a common tingle shared by many a subbie bretheren at the sight of her.

An homage to the past. But the sun is a'rising, most definitely.

Celebration

I was antsy earlier in the week. Couldn't sit at the desk. So I called Ms. Mahwah Kiss for coffee and cookies. We sat in Duane Park in the baking sun eating mini choco-chips, me sucking down iced caffine.

"You have to celebrate", she proclaimed with absolute certainty. "Posters. Do you like posters?"

This goes on the wall. The living room wall. On a stretched canvass. Hell, I don't wanna grow up.

One For HMP

Because he said he liked my Popeye reference.

Hey, does Olive Oyl ever wear a black retro waist cincher and full fashion back seamed stockings?

Breathplay anyone?