After a horrid week and more of flu, two weeks with no fun and not even enough energy to write a word of blog, I finally went out on Saturday, and a late night with too much Baccardi and lots of lovely finger-happy men seems to have fixed me perfectly. Or maybe it was the [...]
Gosh, this is turning into a book, and it’s a little bit scary, because once again I find that when I write it all down like this I’m more or less making a list of all the bad things I’ve ever done, and it’s a worryingly long one. Reading it back makes me sound like [...]
In all the time we’ve been doing this we’ve hardly ever bumped into someone we met before. The joys of a big city.
Of course it’s happened a few times, and strangely enough the lads have mostly seemed to embarrassed to do more than smile at us and move away. The joys of youth, eh?
A [...]
Here’s the new-style diary-type blog, from last weekend, then, short and sweet. Or short and naughty, to be honest.
We had two nights out, because it was a Bank Holiday, so Friday we went round the bars, had a flash and a flirt, a few snogs and 2 or 3 gropes. So I was more than [...]
It’s been a while since I wrote anything in here.
Sorry for the delay, but it’s really quite a lot of work. But I’m going to try and do a bit from time to time, and since someone asked me a couple of weeks ago to tell him about our next encounter I thought it would [...]
What’s it like fucking someone who’s so ugly old or unpleasant (or all three) that you really don’t fancy them at all? Or perhaps are somewhat repulsed by? Most of all, what does it FEEL like, mentally and physically?
I’ve been asked that several times just lately and, like so much to do with sex and [...]
As you may have noticed from reading my blogs, I get asked lots of questions every day and most of my blog entries are prompted by something someone said or asked me – usually if I get asked something a lot, I blog it. Like the what are you wearing pics. (You’ll find them, if [...]
Right, I’m going to try to make this one short and to the point, instead of rambling on like I usually do and ending up getting nowhere. Apart from enjoying my memories, I suppose, and I certainly do that.
Although it’s not a hundred per cent enjoyable, I have to say, because sometimes when I [...]
