The week before last, for the first time in OBB history, I posted a full-face picture of Bacall and said it was her. Only two people commented on it. One of them termed it a vintage photo. That’s true, it was taken in early marriage when she was cuter than a speckled pup.
I called Bacall’s attention to the comment and she was non-plussed with the use of vintage and old. The commenter is German and that’s a different culture and that may explain it. Bacall has always thought of herself as a girl and so do her southern friends.
I expressed our feelings about his comment and got this response.
Hi, Bogey,
After our conversation and a little thinking about you and your Bacall, I think of a quote from John Irving – one of my favorite writers – one of his books is about a so-called non-practicing homosexual man (as a symbol of wanting but not being able to act as a gay man). My impression is, that you probably like living in your past memories, because today you’re rather a non-practicing spanker, aren’t you?!
A lot of your thinking and desires apparently revolve around spanking, bare/sore asses and stuff like that – look at your sensual posts with all the women and their reddened buttocks which are unreachable for you. But does it affect your daily life – does it make you happier? Of course, it can make you forget about your pain for an hour or. One the other hand, it reminds me of a hapless search for one’s own virility? Which has probably been lost once and for all due to your bad illnesses such as prostate cancer or knee damage: no boner and no Bacall over your knees. That’s not an accuse, don’t get me wrong, but those are the fleeting memories of the past. Although you give the impression from the outside that it could possibly be different: a seasoned man reports on his latest spanking adventures.
I’m curious to see if your new site will work and what it looks like. In any case, good luck with the design and look forward to new naked, red butts 🙂
Have a good weekend – cheers
He is right. I do relish the memories Bacall and I have made together. Spanking and all the rest. We enjoy looking at the 8,000 or so photographs I took during the 16 years we explored the eleven western states for about six months every year. The pictures evoke lots of pleasurable memories.
It’s also true that I am not spanking as much as I did even three years ago. And I have had zero interest in being spanked. Leukemia flipped several switches on me. I woke up one morning and had no taste for apple juice that I had been enjoying daily for decades. Ditto on wanting be paddled. I wanted it the day bef0re and then no interest. I don’t spank Bacall as often. It’s variable 2 or 3 times a week, then nothing for 2 or 3 weeks.
I was never drawn to making bare/sore asses. My attraction to spanking women was always getting into their minds and spanking them the way they wanted to be spanked. I don’t so miss the actual spanking, I do miss the disrobing. I really miss the long intimate conversations afterwards. Being told things they had never mentioned to anyone else.
Anyway, we have had a good run. We have accepted our limitations. We have our memories. We share them with you here. Doing so is a form of entertainment.
to be fair, commenting on the old site was cumbersome, and I often gave up. I did send you a note about how lovely Bacall was/is.
I for one would welcome the opportunity to comment further about her pictures.
Cheers.
I hope commenting here works better for you. The only glitch I have seen here is that I usually do not get a notification that a comment has been made. So if I do not look at the post I will not see it. If a comment is made after another post goes “up” I will probably miss it.
What? You posted the lovely Bacall and I missed it??? Well that is I am sure, to my loss. As to ‘vintage’ memories, they are the soundtracks to our lives. Always worth another spin!
My life would be dull without memories. Being ADD I have fewer memories. Events flashed by wo being recorded. Often someone will say something that will jog a buried memory to life.
We all evolve and change. The picture of Bacall was lovely. You have a beautiful girl. Her bottom is also very appealing if I may say so. Life intrudes rudely at times. I’m glad you still spank her. Maybe one day you will want her to spank you again.
Thank you for sharing memories. I’m very happy you do.
Thank you for the kind words. We made a memory yesterday, we both got electric carts at Costco and zoomed around. Raced another woman.
Is it me or was that email from the German reader, insensitive, tactless, and downright rude?
No It is not you he was, Hey Bogey like Tex I missed the picture of your lovely Bacall; perhaps you could post it here on this site for those of us who missed it,
Perhaps so. I have a few pictures of her and a friend at a party I have been thinking of posting. She had two friends who helped her through cancer. She felt I had heard enough about it and they were good listeners. Always good to have an ear to talk to,
Yes yes it is
As I think back through the spanking friends I have met over the years, the one thing that stands out is the conversations I had. Many times, I was meeting with women who had always wanted to be spanked but were unable to find this in their present relationship. These conversations occurred before, during, and afterward and revealed a side that had been deeply buried until we met. I always felt a deep connection with them, and we stayed in touch for years. That changed when I met my lovely wife. As important as they were, those friendships paled and eventually faded. I suppose everything must evolve and change. Friends for a reason, or friends for a season? They were still very important in my life.
I totally agree with you, the shared intimacy was paramount to me. Yes, conversations before so I could understand exactly what she wanted. Conversions after to see how it went for her. A few had wanted to be spanked from 5yo. And now at 40, her first time.
My wife was one of those who had wanted to be spanked ever since she could remember. She never knew where it all came from, but it seemed to always be there. She was 48 the day we met at an Applebee’s just to talk. So many of us were in our 40’s before we realized we had to do something about this need.
The average age in our spanking group was 44. It seems the 40’s are the age we say screw it I am going to do what I want. Yes, the desire can come from nowhere.