Pictures of Ladies

I have been arranging the selection of pictures that I have been collecting. I am going to be posting some wonderful images of some quality ladies.

I was reacquainted over the weekend with a co-practitioner of ropeplay. She has bought some wonderful new toys from Coco de Mer. She showed me a brand new Agent Provocateur corset. Sweet smelling. I briefly spanked her on her bed. We talked about installing a hook in one of the ceilings in her basement flat. I sense fun in the offing.

Stay tuned for some images.

The Kept Women

A lesser phenomenon in the locality is the kept women. Fascinating creatures.

I like to separate them into two distinct categories: the fresh twenty-somethings and the thirty-somethings. Kept women around here don't have to be older than 40. I guess the odd one in the sticks might be. It doesn't really go with the territory.

I loved the last twenty-something kept women I came across. She was really a girl. She was the mistress put up in a wonderful mews in Kinnerton Street by the chief executive of a multi-national. He was married of course and the company paid for the pad. She was doing an art course just to kill the waiting around for him. She was in a state of anxiety about getting traded in. Sadly, they always are. For the record, she thought her shelf-life was 26. She started with him when she was 18. A good catch methinks.

The thirty-something kept women usually are kept in a small flat or a studio. The man is married and pays for their rent and general upkeep. He comes round at short notice to the flat with flowers for a fuck with a women with a little more energy than the mother of his children. She usually is a good fuck, manipulated, unfaithful and well-dressed. She flirts with the male neighbours and worries their women. I lived next door to a black kept women, good looking, lithe and lissome, fit and pretty bored. Another I know used to be a croupier and never could make ends meet. The arrangement suits here - a nice little studio flat near Chelsea in exchange for fucking a well-groomed, rich Jew. Unusually, he is single.

Love to hear from more of you out there. Come on ladies.

Wildlife On King's Road

I was out last night on King's Road. These sultry June evenings really encourage the wildlife.

I took an 18-year-old girl out on a date at Bluebird. I thought it was a safe option. We started at the bar - populated by no hookers - and worked towards the restaurant. There was one or two fuckable types in there in dresses and high-heels - looking good.

I saw an old sparring partner earlier on and she reminded me that she had found a garment of my clothing. She enquired when she should return it. Without going into details, I am a bit snookered on that front at the present time. Maybe not.

I am getting fit, fit, fit for some summer fun. The business is getting funded. I am gonna get paid all being well and then I am off to Berlin for a German workout.

The future truly is unwritten.

Sluts

Another Friday and I am keen for a slut or three. It's a question of where to go to get the quality. For the right slut, an aladdin's cave of naughty toys awaits. I might get the cane out. Stripe that ass.

I love a bit of glamour. Come and get it, girls.