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What Do you See?

Earlier this evening, I posted the following photos on my tumblr site.

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And posed the question:

What do you see when you look at these photos?

Now, over the past 18 months or so, I have posted a number of “naughty” photos, both on my tumblr page, and as part of Molly’s #SinfulSunday meme. I will be the first to admit that I am always blown away by the positive reaction my photos receive.

wpid-masturbation-monday-badge-small.jpgI am, however, genuinely interested in what it is people like about my photos. I’m not fishing for compliments here. I realise we all like different things; but when I look at myself, all I really see is a hairy guy who is a few weeks shy of his 46th birthday. Not that there is anything wrong with being “a few weeks shy of my 46th birthday”, it’s just that, like so many of us, my perception of myself is vastly different, it seems, from the perception of others.

Some people on Twitter commented to the effect that my photos exude an air of confidence; a confidence that I will admit is completely at odds with what I actually feel, despite the fact that I have no particular body image issues, and am quite comfortable being naked when circumstances allow.

So, as I said, without fishing for compliments, I am genuinely interested; what do you see?



2016-07-24 EndingsThings have not been easy lately. My mood has been pretty much all over the place since the beginning of the year. My head is not in a good place. My thoughts have been particularly dark.

There have been changes too. Necesary changes if, not necessarily nice or good changes. These things happen, life goes on.

So, for now at least, I coil up my belt, pack away my D/s side, and move in more vanilla circles.

Will the Dominant/Kink version of me return? Who can say? If it doesn’t, well, it had a good run.





As some of you who have followed me for a while will be aware, I haven’t been in a particularly great place recently. So far, this year has had more than it’s fair share of negatives; and I’ve found, increasingly, that my heart just isn’t in it.

So, after much soul searching, I’ve decided I’m stepping back and putting “The Wookie” on hold.

It may just be temporary, it may be permanent; I don’t have a crystal ball, so I don’t really know what the future holds. All I do know is that I am not in a place where I can keep this side of me going just now.

I have loved being part of this community, and will continue to watch it, even if it turns out that I am no longer an active participant.

Be good to one and other.

For now, Wookie out…

*drops mic*

Private Parts

food-for-thought (1)The question on Food For Thought Friday this week concentrates on the names that we give to those intimate bits of our own and, where relevant, partner’s bodies. When it comes to the words I use for the various naughty bits of the human anatomy, a lot depends on the context.

Starting with my own…

Generally, my penis is my penis. I will sometimes, in the context of a photo, refer to it as my cock or dick, but by and large (cue childish sniggering), it’s my penis. What my partner calls it, is entirely up to them. If they wish to feel my cock, throbbing manhood, or other such ego-stroking term inside them, then I’m happy to oblige. I’ve commented on any number of occasions that I find the male reproductive organ faintly humorous, so I’m not going to get all angsty if the person I’m with comes up with some joking term of endearment for it. So long as she likes what I’m doing with it, and she is complimentary, she can call my tally-whacker whatever the hell she wants.

In the context of my writing, I tend to use “cock”. I simply prefer it to “dick” or “prick”. I will differentiate between the shaft and the head where it seems appropriate to do so. I will occasionally use words like “member” or “pole” etc., just for the sake of variety, but in the main, “cock” is my go to word of choice.

Now, lady-bits…

I’ve written before about the plethora of terms for the female erogenous zones; and again, context is key. When I’m with a woman, I generally use the language that she herself prefers to use. Some women have tits (not really a fan, but hey-ho), some have boobs; some women have a pussy (again, not my favourite), others have a cunt. Really, it depends on her chosen term for those bits of her body.

If I’m having a general discussion on the subject with someone (most usually a woman) I tend to use boobs/breasts and cunt/vagina, but again, I try to be sensitive to the other person’s sensibilities.

In my writing, if I’m being descriptive I would usually make a reference to the female character’s breasts (e.g. she had small/large/perky/full/firm breasts). For a woman’s genitalia, I tend to use cunt, but sometimes I will use sex; sometimes I will differentiate and refer to specific parts such as labia or clit.  When writing dialogue, I tend to try and reflect the fact that women use different names, so one female character might want her tits played with and her pussy fucked, whereas another might prefer her boobs to be caressed and her cunt filled. A lot depends on the coarseness  of the sex being written about and the level of detail I’m describing. Also, again, variation stops things getting repetitive so nothing is set in stone.

There are lots of words that can be used, and everyone has their own preferences. Ultimately, while the words used for those bits might not please everyone, what’s much more important is the way in which those bits are used.


TMI Tuesday: June 14, 2016

tmi-tuesdayWelcome to another week, and another sexy TMI Tuesday!

It’s Just Sex

  1. Do you obsess over having an orgasm during partner sex? Are you disappointed if you do not orgasm?
    No. As a guy, I suppose having an orgasm when having sex with a partner is generally taken to be a given, although this is not always the case. As a rule, I usually achieve an orgasm with a partner at least once during any given session. It can be frustrating on those occasions when it doesn’t happen, but that is much more likely on those rare occasions when I’m “flying solo“. Of more importance to me is that my partner enjoys what I’m doing to the full; whether that involves orgasm or not.
  2. Why are you into gay porn?
    I’m not.
  3. Why aren’t you into gay porn?
    If you’re talking about MM, then it just does nothing for me. I don’t have any sexual interest in my own gender whatsoever. Not for any homophobic reasons, it just doesn’t do anything for me. If we’re talking about FF, then I’m possibly the only male for whom this doesn’t do much either.  I can find eroticism in photographs that feature lesbianism, but in film porn, it’s simply too contrived.
  4. Do you use drugs to have or enhance sex? (Yes, alcohol is a drug).
    I will have sex after drinking alcohol if it so happens that I do. It can relax things and loosen inhibitions (such as they are) but that’s as far as it goes. I won’t deliberately drink as a sexual enhancement, and I don’t do other drugs.
  5. Do you believe that you are much more sexually open-minded/risky/kinky than most of your previous partners and friends?
    Interesting question. My ex was quite vanilla but had a few definite kinks. I am very open-minded and there isn’t much I haven’t tried. It’s not something I tend discuss with people outwith the blog/internet and I guess that I’m fairly “average” as far as that particular community goes. As for “real life” friends and family, it’s not really something I need to know.

Bonus: Do you believe in ethical non-monogamy, even if it isn’t right for you? Why or Why not?
I don’t especially believe in monogamy. I think it is an artificial construct and not inherent in human nature. Personally, whatever form of relationship in the broad spectrum of human interactions works for those individuals participating in it is perfectly acceptable. Honesty and trust are much more important than some artificial construct designed, largely, to perpetuate the notion of women being property.

I’m not necessarily saying that monogamy is “unnatural“. As I said, human relationships exist within a broad spectrum and, for some people, it is what works and is right for them. I do not believe, however that monogamy is THE natural way. If it were, then as a species, Homo sapiens would surely be a lot better at it.


Leafy Glades

So, I missed last week; so I thought I’d make it up to you by posting not one, but two images from my latest au naturale foray into the great outdoors:

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Great OutdoorsScavenger Hunt SilverI hope this double dose of outdoor Wookieness goes some way to making up for my absence last week.

I do love it when the weather decides to play along and allow me the opportunity to indulge in some alfresco nudity.


Schrödinger’s Wanker

Some of you will, no doubt, be at least passingly familiar with the concept of Schrödinger’s cat; the idea postulated to explain the strange nature of quantum superpositions, in which a quantum system such as an atom or photon can exist as a combination of multiple states corresponding to different possible outcomes. The prevailing theory at the time said that a quantum system remained in this superposition until it interacted with, or was observed by, the external world, at which time the superposition collapses into one or another of the possible definite states.

Still with me?

To illustrate this. Schrödinger  proposed a scenario with a cat in a locked steel chamber, wherein the cat’s life or death depended on the state of a radioactive atom, whether it had decayed and emitted radiation or not.

One of the obvious problems with this, aside from its inherent cruelty to the cat is that, depending on how long the radioactive material actually took to decay, the cat could die for a number of totally unrelated reasons, i.e. starvation or, more likely due to need for the steel box in question to be sealed to prevent stray radiation entering from outside, asphyxiation. Another possibility is that the cat could die out of sheer boredom. All of these deaths could occur without radioactive decay and would, therefore, render the experiment invalid (and pointless).

This did get me thinking, in an oddly roundabout way, about the internet and the way we interact with each other over it.

In this scenario, the “internet” is the closed box and I am the cat/wanker in question. Now, at the time of writing this particular piece of nonsense, I am most definitely not having a wank. For one thing, I’m male and multi-tasking is not my thing, and for another, my general lack of typing ability means that I primarily use my dominant hand for both activities; so if I’m doing one, I cannot be doing the other. QED.

But what about from the readers’ frame of reference?

Assuming anyone reads this, they will be reading it at a different point of time from when I wrote it. I am, therefore, unobservable because I am inside that box that is the internet. I could therefore, be wanking and or not-wanking when you read these words. As such, I would simultaneously be performing an act of masturbation, while also not masturbating at the same time. You, my dear reader, would never know unless you were able to somehow peek inside “the box” (presumably using a web cam or similar) while reading these words.

Ladies and Gentlemen of the audience; I present to you…

Schrödinger’s Wanker…