As one who enjoys dressing for pleasure I have always been very intrigued by seeing anyone else in the street who appears to dress in a way which is non-standard and looks as though it can only be attributes to a fascination for being different. Continue reading “In The Street” →

I am not sure whether I think it is worthwhile to find out the ‘why’ of ‘dressing for pleasure’. It has genuinely worried me for the greater part of my life why we arc deviated from what is generally thought to be the normal way of life and sex. Why I should get a greater thrill while fornicating or making love play dressed in rubber, or bound helplessly in rubber, or leather, or whatever, than I would get merely romping naked beneath the sheets? I have come to realise that I would quite enjoy romping beneath the sheets, naked, with a woman who was completely aware of my ‘weaknesses’ rather than with one who was not aware. That is another way of saying, of course, that it is far better to make love to someone who understands every aspect of your being than merely with a tart. But in so many cases, one will find men who cannot seem to get down to the nitty-gritty in their communication with their wife. or loved one; perhaps it is the same vice versa too, (I wouldn’t know that). Continue reading “Question Why” →