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

  • Alternative Medicine

    I was as hungover as it gets. A few months sobriety cancelled by too many martinis to count. I woke far too early that Saturday with a dreadful headache and a fuzzy, dull feeling I hadn’t had in a while.… more ›

  • The student

    He was a former pupil of my flatmate. I think he actually wanted to fuck her rather than me. She had actually arranged our “date”. She’d made it her mission to get me laid after I’d split up with my… more ›

  • Do You Remember The First Time?

    Well I do. But I didn’t class it as the first time as it didn’t really count. Okay, okay, you be the judge. I had fancied him for ages. We were both in final year at school. I’d done some… more ›

  • The older man

    I was still at school in sixth form when my Dad decided getting me a job as a cleaner at his offices was a good idea. The work was easy. Twice a week I turned up and went around the… more ›

  • Repeat visit

    The text came on a Friday night while I was out with friends. Asking if I was free the next day As soon as I saw his name pop up on my screen I was excited. We arranged a time… more ›

  • The awakening

    He was just a fuck buddy. I can’t remember how many times we fucked or over what period. That doesn’t matter. His body was pretty buff with no hair, like his head. I didn’t even fancy him, always the best… more ›

  • The Charity Worker

    He started off by texting me absolute filth. Calling me a cumslut and worse. I was his ‘dirty bitch’ and I was going to get it hard. Sent me pictures of his cock and asked if I thought I could… more ›

  • The Teacher

    He wasn’t my usual type. Hell, he was smaller than me, well-built ( but not from the gym ) and very hairy. His oral technique was thorough, eager and always provided me with an orgasm. There was something about his… more ›

  • The Romanian

    He was another young one. But he’d approached me, so that made it okay. I’d practically auditioned to be his ‘FWB’ and passed with flying colours He came back to mine and we chatted for ages, sharing a bottle of wine… more ›

  • The Millionaire

    I didn’t know he was before I met him. He’d suggested we meet in a very cool looking cocktail bar in a posh part of town I don’t normally hang out in. But I sometimes frequent places like that, so… more ›