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

  • This is supposed to be a sex blog so where is the sex

    The more observant amongst you will have noticed there hasn’t been an update since June. We feigned absence due to holiday which is only partly true. We normally write the blog in real time and report back on encounters as… more ›

  • The Dom: continued…

    I’m squirming and wriggling at his touch as he rubs my clit, urging me to come. I’m worried I can’t, given recent experiences. I don’t need to think of anything else, he has me right where I want to be.… more ›

  • The Dom: Saturday

    We haven’t seen each other for six months. We’ve known each other for nearly two years and he is one of the few people I can relax and be myself around. This is despite the fact he’s going to cuff,… more ›

  • Nurse Strangelove (or how I learned to stop worrying and give up swinging)

    It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. Dating apps no longer did what they said on the tin and seemed to spew forth guys who just wanted to screw me, in more ways than one.… more ›

  • The Date

    It’s the first time I’ve met him in the wild since we first met, but I’m not sure I should count that. We are meeting at a museum in town to see an exhibition of his choice, but it’s not… more ›

  • Unexpected Monday

    The facilities manager is messaging me. I’m out shopping on a random day off, not far from home. He asks for pics: I get home and send a few cheeky snaps. Next thing I know he’s on his way from… more ›

  • Thursday 3pm

    He was the very last guy I met on the swinging site, and has fucked me up the most. Because I think I’m in love with him. But let’s push that aside for the moment and cut to Thursday afternoon.… more ›

  • Exorcism III

    It’s the day before Valentine’s Day. Too hard to avoid these days as most shops and brands throw it in your face and everywhere there are hearts and red roses. He’s asked me to stay over, but to date our… more ›

  • Tuesday morning

    He comes over early, before 9am. I’ve been getting ready for a while but as usual seem to have run out of time. Instead of greeting him in my unwoken state I need to shower and make the effort, given… more ›

  • Room 506

    He’s in the lift again, this time in shorts and shirt, as if someone has just disturbed him getting undressed. We’re not alone on the journey up to his room so there is an awkward tension and I don’t say… more ›