I’d hoped to have more time to blog this week, but it’s all go in my offline world. I’ve just met Catherine Thomas for the first time, which was a treat, and there’s been lots of Halloween-related foolery. We donned witches’ hats for a party last night (hardly counts as a proper costume – goth plus a pointy hat, basically) and there’s another tonight, which I’m considering going to as Eve.
In the meantime, there’s not been much time for kink, although you’d be surprised at how masochistic it is to spend three hours scooping the flesh out of pumpkins to carve – my poor bruised and blistered hand is only just recovering. Lucky I’m not a spanker, really.
So I’ll leave you with another audio snippet which I recorded a couple of weeks ago, and have been saving up for the appropriate day. Like the last poem, this is by my correspondent Jim, and has me taking a rather toppier role…
(Click to play or download)
(Thanks to RohrstockPalast for the photo!)