I can’t even muster rage.

(via @charismagic)




So, here I am again. No excuses this time! Just wanted to say hello and thanks for keeping up with my wishy-washy-bloggy thing.

I’m really hoping to write lots more in future — we’re embarking on lots of new adventures, and I really want to share! But from time to time, I’ll be putting posts behind a password. This will be for posts of a sensitive nature, mostly when I’m talking about events, the kink community, or people other than me and my Sir. But also for when I write something really filthy that I’m too embarrassed to put up otherwise.

The password will be the same for every post, so you’ll only have to ask once. It won’t be an exclusive club by any means — anybody can email me and request the password, and I’ll mail you straight back with it, as long as you don’t appear to be my mother, a scandal-seeking journo,  a trolly spamface, or a spammy trollface.

If that seems like an awful lot of effort, fellow kinksters will be able to follow my postings on Fetlife, where my username is misch.

So, if you fancy reading all my adventures, drop me a mail on michellaneousblog{at}gmail{dot}com. Or just drop me a mail anyway — I love getting mail!


misch xx


PS: I’ll also be tweeting pervy stuff @MsMichellaneous. Come say hi!

that look


I kinda got the subby thing and the teasing but never saw what people saw in spanking, to me it was like a foot fetish.

Out of the mouths of babes. Or rather, out of the mouths of ‘nillas. This was what Sir thought of spanking when we got together two and a half years ago. Oh, how times have changed – just ask my tender arse. It’s interesting, really, to see how he has grown into his dominance. At first it was slow, and careful. Then it was enthusiastic, but cautious. Now? Now it is wanton. And oh so sexy.

The past few months have seen a massive leap forward in our play. Where before we were chugging along quite nicely thank you, we’re now speeding along at an exhilarating pace. He doesn’t hold back any longer, or worry about hurting me. He says he doesn’t care about my pleasure – which perversely is thrilling to me. He uses me, truly uses me, in a way that never happened before.

I don’t know what changed, but I like it. I like the bruises and the bites, the hand around my throat when we kiss, the rough gropes and the hissed profanities. I especially like that he now refers to himself as a sadist. And even more, the look in his eyes that shows me that he’s right.

He gets this look, you see. It’s in the eyes, and a slant of the mouth. One that shows the cogs turning in his head, plans being brewed for me for later, or perhaps a fond memory of me, whimpering and desperate underneath him. I like to think his cock jumps too, at those moments.

Until recently, that look was like a rare jewel. I treasured seeing it because it was quite rare – although we played hard and played often, it wasn’t every time that his Dom brain engaged. Life was distracting him, worry and stress getting in the way. But now, that look is frequent, and it no longer delights me. That look makes my stomach twist and my knickers flood. It makes me hot in the face, giggly and nervous. Because I know that, finally, that look means he wants something… and that something is me, tortured.

The kind folks at LoveHoney sent me this anthology of BDSM stories for review a while back –  Power Play: 20 BDSM Erotic Stories.


Edited by Miranda Forbes, the book includes stories of a vast range of dynamics, couples, scenarios and kinks. While I admired the inclusiveness of the book, it didn’t get me very far in the fapping stakes; which is, after all, what erotica is for.

Too many different dynamics which were too different from my own kink failed to hit the spot and left me wanting more. Might be a good read for someone exploring BDSM as an idea… but for a fussy kinkster like me, it didn’t curl my toes.

Read my review on Lovehoney.



Insomnia + bed + semi-nakedness + arty boyfriend + pen = I get drawn on.

I love the feeling of pen on my skin, it reminded me of being in school and drawing on my hand or arm or leg.


It was ticklish, and sometimes sore when the sharp nib of the pen dug into my tender skin.

But I didn’t mind D idly doodling on me while we listened to the thump of the nightclub music next door.

Here’s the swirly pattern I ended up with. Isn’t it arty? Of course, the boy is not just artistic, but nerdy too…

… and that’s how I ended up with dick butt scrawled on my leg.

e[lust] #29


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Open Marriages Don’t Work….The only way I would agree with that statement is if you add: …..if you’re marriage already has problems. But even that part is not universally true.

Love in the Age of Broadband What happened to our ability to keep it casual? Why would we attach ourselves to someone who is (often) hundreds, if not thousands, of miles away? And, more to the point, why would we attach ourselves to someone we have never met?

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Ask Aunty Dee: Dental Dams
born this way…
Clit Truth
Condoms and Size
Lies & Infidelities
Misguided Dominance
Poly Language
Return to Decadence
Step Inside My Head
Who was the first person you told..
When Bad Things Happen To Good People – Warning Bells

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A Much Needed Distraction
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Erotic Writing

As Long As It Lasts
Asking For It
Blow Job
Debra’s Gift
June’s Caning
Please, Please, Please, Sir
Showers and Strawberries
The Visitor
The Play Fight

I’ve been watching the unfolding drama around Sinead O’Connor’s recent venture into the world of online dating with interest. It started out harmlessly enough… a column in the Independent about how she missed male company (and sex!) and was inviting emails from potential suitors in order to possibly meet someone.

Quite sweet and charming, it was all in good fun… until of course, she mentioned that she likes anal sex. And so the media circus began. Oh isn’t she so outrageous and daring and edgy, is she mad altogether talking about that, she’s a slut, she shouldn’t say such things when there are people being abused in the world (I didn’t quite understand this one myself), etc etc etc. Radio slots and newspaper columns were devoted to the discussion of the idea that an Irish mother of a certain age likes anal. ANAL! Imagine! *blesses self*.

It was around this time that I noticed she was on Twitter and followed her. I admired her bravery and wit in dealing with the whole thing. She wasn’t taking anything too seriously, just reveling in her sexuality and all the newfound attention. Great, I thought, perhaps she might open peoples’ minds a bit.

But then it started to go to shit, if you’ll pardon the pun. Inundated with messages from married men and “fetish freaks” (ahem) she started to tweet about the negative attention she was getting — people calling her insane for saying she liked anal — and declared Ireland as anti-sex; vowing to address this in a Late Late Show appearance this coming Friday.

The appearance has now been cancelled (for reasons you can read on her site), but there was something about the whole charade that had been bothering me. I thought, perhaps, it was some measure of jealousy… I mean, here all us sex bloggers are, typing away fervently about things much more depraved than anal or a bit of light spanking, and yer wan just has to say the words “back door” and the Irish media fall over themselves to denounce her.

Perhaps it was irritation at the idea that Ireland being sex-negative is somehow some sort of revelation, uncovered by Sinead herself, the pioneer of bumsex, when we’ve known this for years. But it was when I read her explanation of why she cancelled her Late Late Show appearance that I realised what had been bugging me.

She cancelled because she found that the researcher was very hostile towards her and her back-door revelation, and considered her to be insane because of it. And this obviously hit a very vulnerable space in her, as the whole “Sinead O’Connor is crazy” shtick has at this stage practically been added to the Constitution.

And I thought… welcome to my world. If I were to tell the world that I let me boyfriend make all the decisions in our relationship —  and more than that, that I let him physically beat me if I disobey him, or that I wear a collar to signify his ownership of me… Well, I’d be called insane by a lot of people. I’d probably lose my job, my family, and some friends.  I would be regarded as a “fetish freak” as Sinead herself so kindly put it. That’s not even mentioning what would happen to my partner.

In the few weeks I’ve been on Fetlife, I’ve met others whose entire lives would be ruined if people were to find out what their (entirely legal, safe, sane and consensual) sexual preferences were. It’s not that nobody in Ireland is talking about kinky sex, or that nobody in Ireland is having kinky sex — we’re doing an awful lot of both, online and offline. There is a massive kink community in Ireland that seems to be going from strength to strength.

There are tons of fantastic ambassadors for sexuality in this country who are working every day to make a place for kinky people in our society. Sinead O’Connor is by no means the first person to ever discover, talk about, or be persecuted for her like of unconventional sex. The reason you don’t hear about it because the ramifications are so dire for so many people that they don’t dare speak about it.

It galls me that someone who is in a position of such safety — in that she relies on her strong, eccentric personality and opinions to make a living, and is well known for it — is shying away from addressing this on national TV because someone’s going to imply that she might be nuts for liking what she likes. That’s the very worst that will happen here… no loss of income or family support, no social stigmatisation (or at least, no more than she’s already suffered.)

Far from compassion at someone in a similar situation, I’m furious that she came out, all guns blazing to fight sexual repression in Ireland… and then just gave up at the first sign of said repression.

We NEED to start a discussion about sexual freedoms in this country, and this was a perfect opportunity. Instead, it’s been thrown away in the face of the exact oppression she was complaining about to begin with.

I don’t think Sinead O’Connor owes us anything or is obliged to lead the charge by any means… but if you’re  going to declare yourself a rebel leader, you’d better understand what it is you’re fighting against — in this case, hundreds of years of religious conditioning and masses of ignorance, prejudice, malice and fear. It’s going to take a lot more than “I like anal” to combat that.