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

Pull up your chaise longue, extend your legs, take off your pants and mix a drink of your choice

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bangs and whimpers

  • The City Trader

    He called me when I was drunk: I thought it was a good idea at the time. He sounded young, German and giggly, his nervous laugh punctuating a lot of the conversation.  God knows what I said, but the next… more ›

  • The Property Developer Part 4

    He’s in a cab, not far away and she’s excited. Really, feelitinthegut excited. He’d not been sure he was going to make it. She’s celebrating. She’s wet, she’s dressed up with stockings and suspenders and lipstick and hair done. She’s… more ›

  • The regular

    He is kneeling on the corner of my bed, cock in my face, happily playing with my pussy. He isn’t yet fully hard, and his cock lolls around above his balls. This time I notice its shades of purple, the… more ›

  • The Property Developer Part Three

    It’s morning now and she’s awake. She’s wondering whether to make the dash for the loo or hold it in. He’s still asleep, she can’t see his face. Fuck it.  She shuffles to the end of the bed and uses… more ›

  • The Property Developer Part Two 

    His cock was driving into her: the slap of his balls, the thrusting,and his expression of real effort all served to get her really fired up. She was loving this youth, this energy that he mounted her with. Goddamn it,… more ›

  • The Property Developer Part 1

    She’s in a cab, crawling through the London streets during a tube strike. It’s hot and the air con is on, she’s now a little too cold. He’s messaging her the whole time, saying he’s excited to finally meet her. … more ›

  • The Return

    I hadn’t seen him in 6 months. The last was the week before Christmas. Each time this year, his texts had come through at the wrong time or I had been in the wrong place. Of course there had been… more ›

  • Pic-knickers

    Finally, summer had hit the city. And it seemed stupid to just go home and sit in front of the TV. I picked up a chilled bottle of wine from M&S along with olives, antipasti, bread and dips.  I settled… more ›

  • It was about time

    I’m opening the wine in the kitchen – just for him. I’m not having any because I have a big day tomorrow, sensible as usual. suddenly he’s in there with me, behind me, pushing my dress up past my hips,… more ›

  • The Certified Gas Engineer

    It was a spur of the moment decision. He’d suggested he drive to my workplace to meet – apparently he was 7 minutes away and just about to walk into the tanning salon.  I had a meeting and was pretty… more ›