The Prodigal Pervert

It’s possible that I’m a bad son. I’ve always suspected this might be true, but I think my twitter feed just gave my proof.

I was browsing the aforementioned feed and marveling at how many amazing UK dommes there were on it. It got me thinking seriously about planning a trip back to England to play with some of these fabulous people. Then it struck me that I hadn’t been back to England for many years, and what would it say about me if my primary impetus for a visit wasn’t to see my parents, but to indulge in some kinky shenanigans with ladies in leather? A subsequent rationalization suggested that if I got to broaden my kinky horizons and also see my parents, should I be worry about the whys and the wherefores? Isn’t it the end result that matters? So like I said, probably a bad son.

Note, in case anyone thinks I’m a terrible son rather than simply a bad one, I do pay for my parents to visit the US regularly. And so far, despite temptation, I’ve resisted the urge to sneak off to get my ass beat when either of them has been visiting me.

This is Mistress Silver, one of the UK dommes whose tweets prompted my thought process. She based in Bristol – not a million miles from some of my old stomping grounds.

Author: paltego

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4 thoughts on “The Prodigal Pervert”

  1. I would encourage you to make your parents a priority, spend some time visiting home, and enjoy yourself. At 65-years-old, both of my folks are now gone, but I can tell you that I would give up all that I have to sit with my father over a cold beer or to hear my mother’s soft voice one more time.

    Like you, I moved away from home, although not nearly as far. I went from NY to Washington, DC and did my best to make the drive back to NY at least three or four times a year. The interstate corridor between NY and DC must be the worst in the country and traffic is always at a standstill somewhere along the route. Still, those trips were never enough. The miles separated me from my folks, but we remained close through phone calls and letters, as I’m sure you do with your parents. There was no skyping or internet chatting for us.

    The innocence of youth allows us to believe we are invincible, but that same innocence blinds us to our parents’ age and we believe they will always be with us. Not so. Go see your parents as often as possible and bring them to visit whenever it is feasible. You’ll be thankful that you did.

    1. Thanks for sharing your thoughts. I’m sadly long past the innocence of youth, but your point is well made all the same. I do talk to them on the phone very frequently, but that’s never quite the same as being able to relax and talk over dinner or a beer. I think it’s inevitably I’ll start travelling back as they get older, and you’re right, that I should probably start sooner rather than later.

      Thanks again for your thoughtful comment. I appreciate your take on a somewhat unusual topic for this blog!

      -paltego

  2. Nothin wrong with killing two birds with one stone. (I hate that saying but the meaning applies lol)

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