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 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 ›

  • The Date : Part Two

    Morning. Way too early to get up. We both twist and turn pretending we’re asleep. He gets up to the bathroom, I then take my turn. Today the gap between us seems huge. I’m still angry about the night before,… more ›

  • Guest Banger : @TimmyTuttles

    It’s been a while since we had a guest post- and who better to fill our holes than our recent discovery @timmytuttles. We devoured his Ebook in one sitting and advise you do the same – and follow his blog… more ›

  • The Date Part One

    It was our first proper date. Dinner and a movie.  With anyone else, or even alone, these things are mundane, everyday. He held my hand all through the film, his fingers twisted with mine. He threw an arm around my… more ›

  • Sex and Drugs and Rock and Roll 

    This time he brought weed. It was good shit as well. As soon as I unrolled the foil wrapping the plastic bag I could smell it wasn’t just some run of the mill stuff. As he rolled he playfully grabbed… more ›

  • The Hotel Boy – Part two

    Post-fuck. He’d already eaten and refilled his wine glass. Now he wanted to play me some music – his music. Mine wasn’t good enough. And then he wanted to show me some YouTube videos. Alrighty then. We lay there, his… more ›

  • She Just Left The Room

    She was the only girl in room full of men and their bikes – exchanging titbits and regaling stories, with handles reminiscent of mountain bike brands: Mongoose, Kuna, Fox1979. You were one of them and your handle was also a… more ›