I am very aware that of late I have been absent from my SoL stories, but I am back with posting a new chapter of 'Invention of Bondage Photography'
The story has been neglected partly because I have been more occupied with the gradual lifting of what I regard as wholly unnecessary restrictions on life in the UK (governed as we are here by people who cannot or will not follow the rules they so happily impose on the rest of us) but also because I have chasing several other stories. At any given time I have several stories in various stages of development and completion--some of which may appear here one day but some of a non-erotic nature, which may go down other avenues of publication.
I am aware too that this way of working isn't great, but every so often I browse work in progress folder and am pleased to think a tale is in a way ripe for progressing further. Those random and scattered moments however occupy a lot of time.
Anyway, I hope those who have been following my tale of Victorian bondage photography will enjoy this latest chapter which takes a perhaps unexpected development: the good vicar has a side of him one might not expect but as always, people are complex creatures.
Best wishes to all.