bangsandwhimpers

It had been six weeks or more. I had stopped counting, utterly puzzled as to why I hadn’t seen him. Oh, he was still in touch, pawing at me occasionally like a lazy cat with a mouse. I wanted him… more ›

I hadn’t expected to fuck him again. He was supposedly dating someone so I hadn’t seen him for a good two or three months. But he kept messaging me, on and off. And then inevitably his relationship ended and the… more ›

I didn’t have long to get ready. Straight after work he’d said. I already had one of the favourite lingerie sets on. I selected the trompe l’oeil tights that look like suspenders. Knee high boots again. A black silk shirt,… more ›

This week we have a fabulous, or perhaps not so fabulous guest post from the lovely @CharlieInThe who blogs over at https://charlieinthepool.wordpress.com/ Sometimes it’s a bang, sometimes it’s a whimper. Unfortunately it’s the latter but we’ll let Charlie explain:  A… more ›

I had decided a new strategy at this point in my life – date men that I wasn’t physically attracted to. The last date was an American who had lied about his job and age. Still I ploughed on.  This one… more ›

I had decided he was the perfect fuck buddy. We had to arrange a definitive date because he had a kid. No funny business, and I wasn’t in love with him. Except he asks to stay the night this time. … more ›

He is snuggled into me on the sofa, nibbling my neck, hands on my knees rather like the first time we met. Except the sofa is in my house and this is a Sunday morning, a little earlier than arranged. … more ›

We met for dinner. It wasn’t in the plan but the bar we were supposed to visit was closed for a private party. We ate tapas and talked about boxing, banking and bonking.  He was French, with a beautiful accent… more ›

It was my first night on holiday, the transfer was late and I was already tired as the heat and the excitement had caught up with me. I wandered around trying to find somewhere to eat – away from the… more ›

His technique should be patented or trademarked and sold around the world to all men. Actually : no. I want it all to myself.  I have never been with someone so confident and creative. For the second time in my… more ›