a perv's best friend

No, I haven't been away having a sex-marathon for the last four days. If only I had! No, instead I've been indulging in the rather less exciting activity which is pc maintenance. Joy of fucking joys! It had to be done though - i can't live with my computer now. I seriously don't know how I managed all those years without one, although I must say, my house was alot cleaner back then.

But I was isolated. Not physically, but emotionally, sexually isolated. Meeting fellow kinksters was hard. No, hard's the wrong word. Fucking lucky is a better one, because those I did meet then I met by chance in a pub or some other vanilla setting, and it was only after getting to know them a bit that the kinks sometimes started to rear their latex heads. On the whole though, I didn't meet anyone who really shared my somewhat sexual perversities, and so I assumed that I was just weird.

That isn't the best feeling in the world, to be honest.

But then I found the internet. I found chatrooms and porn and more importantly perverts. I found shops for perverts, chatrooms for perverts, ads for perverts, porn for perverts... blogs for perverts. And I found a word for that weird thing I liked so much. BDSM. And it really gave me a sense of belonging when I googled BDSM and got about 20 gazillion search results. So I stayed.

And i'm so glad I did. I've bought floggers, cuffs and paddles, met people for sex, discussed watersports and DP, and made some really good friends online, the likes of which I probably never would have met if it had not been for Mr Tim Barners-Lee. I love that man.

It's not just the internet though. I can download and watch porn, free of charge. I can take and print naughty photos safe in the knowledge that Boots won't report me to the police, and I can open up Word, and attempt to write some erotica.

If I'm gone for another four days, you know why.