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

  • 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 ›

  • The Government Consultant

    The lobby is full of coloured balloons, I have no idea why. On each table, across the bar, on a few chairs. I want to stroll in and say “For me?” but I don’t of course. I can’t help but… more ›

  • Not yet

    This is not a tale about sex: it is a tale of longing. Of playing a waiting game. Waiting until he is ready, I am ready. Maybe I have fallen in love with him. Maybe I fall in love with… more ›

  • The government consultant, again

    This time he’s staying in a Park Lane hotel, so of course I can’t resist. It’s been about two months since I last saw him, which is cool enough. He is a true friend with benefits. So as I sashay… more ›

  • The Repair Guy

    He pushes my legs up and then apart so I’m lying with them open like a butterfly’s wings. He exclaims that my lips are swollen and begins to massage my inner thighs. I close my eyes and marvel at his… more ›

  • The Facilities Manager ad infinitum

    It has been months. So when I bump into him at the station I don’t quite recognise him, I actually think “hmm he’s handsome” before he waves at me and shocks me out of my daze. There is a lot… more ›

  • The Consultant again

    There is nothing like dashing through the city’s commuter crowd with no knickers on. Ok, it’s November so I’m wearing tights but the crotch is soaked. I rushing to meet him at his hotel, dressed in the filthiest get up… more ›

  • Post-Date: The Hairdresser

    3 days later and I’ve had time to think about the encounter. Nothing terrible happened, but there wasn’t much passion to it. So how did we have a simultaneous orgasm? Was it his smooth, tanned and hairless body? Was it… more ›

  • Pre-date: The Hairdresser

    It is exactly 36 days since I last had sex. As a sex blogger by night, normal civilian by day – this makes things hard. My black book has lost pages I kept reading and turning the corner over on… more ›