bangsandwhimpers

bangsandwhimpers

Welcome to you , dearest reader

You have stumbled upon an almanac encompassing incredible, hilarious and dreadful dalliances spanning ten years and counting

Some are bangs, some are just whimpers: it’s all here in probably way too much detail

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bangs and whimpers

  • Red red wine

    I am on a date. My first in over a year. It is going well. We have covered travelling, work, comedy, TV, music, pets and a bit of homeowner stuff. I fancy him. He is better in the flesh and… more ›

  • A game of two halves with no home goals

      We have 2o minutes because he is late. I’m meeting family in town but the chance of fucking him beforehand and arriving breathless and rosy-cheeked is amusing me. I know, bad girl. It’s not ideal but I am breathless… more ›

  • Fingered

    He is my favourite fuckboy, but don’t tell him that. He has just the right mix of cheeky and kinky. Oh, and he lives 10 minutes away. Sometimes the thought of fucking is more exciting than actually doing it. There… more ›

  • Pre-NYE

    I hadn’t planned for him to be my last fuck of the year. In fact I’d lined up three others, knowing one or all would probably pull out. That day, co-incedentally I had past conquests and former lucky contestants all… more ›

  • The Plumber : Sunday afternoon

    He has come to measure a radiator, and then indulge me. He is coming again because last time was so good. It shocked me, this intimacy we shared. Will it be as good?  He has very little time, he’s on… more ›

  • The Supply Teacher: Redux

    This time I have brought a suitcase. Handily it has a zipped compartment which contains all the equipment we need. We check in, like normal people and take the lift up to the 6th floor. He’s wearing a tweed jacket which… more ›

  • The Plumber 

    He has finished the job, his clothes soaked from him repairing the pipe. “Is this the bit where I tell you to get out of your wet things?” I giggle. He smiles shyly and shrugs. I swear this isn’t a… more ›

  • Room 305: Room Service

    He opens the door to a tall gentleman with grey hair, wearing a jumper with a smart shirt underneath. He does not look like the typical “bull”. I perch shyly on the bed and throw my guy a look. For a… more ›

  • Room 305

    He has been wearing a cock cage for a week; the key has been posted to me. I am on a train destined for the South West Coast and he will meet me at the other end; the frisson of that… more ›

  • The Chef, again

    I’m landing at 6, I’m expecting him at 7. It’s hot and I’m sure as hell not going to dress up in suspenders and all that get-up. I select a new set of underwear and my robe. Of course he… more ›