Just call me Ragnar

A couple of days ago I was described as “Viking” looking. That is pretty ironic because about 60% of my ancestry can be traced back to Scandinavia and both my body shape and proportions are associated with cold climates.

You’ll notice my piercings are back. They never really heal once you’ve had them done. I got mine when I was a teenager.

Feeling pretty again

I always do when I’ve been to the barbers.

Haircut, full beard trim, shave. Feel sharp as hell.
I’ve also really noticed in the last few months how grey I’m going. My sideburns are pretty much pure grey now. I’ve also got patches under my mouth which are similar. I’m turning into a badger!

Asylum at Christmas

After much contemplation, I decided to take the plunge last night and head off to Asylum alone. Hannah wasn’t feeling too great but she demanded I go and meet up with my fetish friends before Christmas.

The order of the day was my PVC suit, combined with the sprout shirt. I’d been daring the look for a while, but this was it’s first public outing.

Sadly, the problem with wearing such a daring outfit to a fetish night is that nobody notices or comments on it!

But still… I looked awesome!

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