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

  • Room service?

    It could have gone either way to be honest. We’d chatted online for a while, long enough to decide we wanted each other. And I was hoping it would go the right way. He was in town only briefly, there… more ›

  • The Megane

    Yeah, it was a car. No, I didn’t have sex with it or in it. But I loved it. It was a company car, back in the days when I wore a suit. My territory stretched far across the country,… more ›

  • The Italian

    We met outside the station. I had walked past him several times as he didn’t look quite like the picture he’d sent me. And it was dark. He was nervous and suggested we go straight to his rather than for… more ›

  • Suspend disbelief

    The photo in the ad was a man, erect, wearing suspenders and ladies knickers with a woman about to suck his cock. There was a beauty and simplicity to it which enticed me. The deal: we fucked whilst both wearing… more ›

  • Cracked Actor

    I went for a drink with the receptionist from work: not my best friend at the company but a good laugh nonetheless. We’d gone to a random local place called The Regency, a huge bar/drinking den with red velvet curtains.… more ›

  • The client

    It was my very first nine to five job. A macho, mainly male environment; I was teased and taken the mickey out of constantly. I tried to give as good as I got but it was tough. I’d never even… more ›

  • The Anaesthetist

    He was the last guy I slept with before I got married. Only the once. I didn’t know that at the time, of course. Fascinating thing, hindsight. The bang itself wasn’t very memorable. The bit that’s stuck in my mind,… more ›

  • American Boy Part 2

    This time I met him outside his dorm room. It was a balmy night again and stupidly I’d worn wedge heels, not realising the merry dance we were going on. Yet again we embarked on a walking tour of Clerkenwell,… more ›

  • to the foundations

    We weren’t supposed to be fucking. but he invited me to a party out in the zones and I was going to be half way there anyway. Fuck it, I thought, I need to dance and I can take my… more ›

  • The Donkey

    He worked in the same building. Not for the same company but enough for it to be necessary to have some interaction with. I didn’t even realise he liked me until my boss said “He REALLY fancies you, you should… more ›