Just as the weather turns to our typical Autumnal gloom of dark evenings, and 24 hour drizzle punctuated by spells of bitter freezing and biting northerly winds, a message arrives. “Hi Tony” It begins. Now this is unusual, me receiving messages? I have way too much other stuff going on…
Months of fruitless searching for a compatible playmate gets a person down. The early optimism, born of previous successes, evaporates in waves like the retreating tide. Self-confidence leaks away. Depression sets in. A soul begins to wonder what anyone ever saw in them in the past, whether they have morphed…
We’ve all been there, waiting patiently, the mail notification pop-up accompanied by that classic soft cuckoo. ‘You have new mail!’. Has someone felt sufficiently attracted to get in touch? A note of appreciation about the stories or articles maybe? Or someone who wants to say ‘Hi!’? Or maybe even a…
The first part is here😉 Carol began to realise just how difficult it was to create a personal advert. And it was no use looking to other ads for guidance, because everything she had seen was awful! She considered ‘Dave’s’ idea of a mixture of table and…
Carol snapped the lid of her laptop closed in frustration. If she read another personal ad that contained the phrase ‘On your knees, bitch!’ – well, she really thought she would scream. She was equally concerned that her own ad hadn’t received a single response. It was very easy…
While I have been busy with the ‘Rachel’ series (along with my co-conspirator) since February, it has resulted in a dearth of normal blogging activity. I suppose most bloggers experience this scenario, reporting on stuff that happens is relatively straight-forward, but how do we get on when anticipated events do…
Please find part I here… Finally you stopped, “Up you get.” I scrambled clumsily to my feet and stood shamefaced before you. But you hadn’t finished humiliating me yet. You looked expectantly at your knee, I was confused, did you want me over again so soon? You took my…
She Wrote: It is Friday morning, 6am, and I am lying on my back, in bed, alone. My hands are flat on my belly with the tips of my fingers resting in the top curls of my pubic hair. I can’t remember the last time I had an orgasm but…
If you haven’t read this series from its beginning, I strongly recommend you do so by clicking here! I hear you unwrap the new one, “Stay there.” you instruct and I hear you run up the stairs. I know you’re going to fetch the Vaseline. My body tenses,…
If you haven’t read this series from its beginning, I strongly recommend you do so by clicking here! I know the sounds of my street and I’m awake before you on Saturday morning. You’ve explained very clearly that you like some ‘you’ time first thing in the…
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