Just a quickie about Friday night. I said I wouldn’t get long-winded about nights when nothing unusual happened, but I thought I’d mention this.
Sat in a club, legs apart, knickers on display, dribbling gently and waiting to see who |I might attract when I noticed half a dozen lads watching me from by the bar. [...]
Friday night, out with a bunch of girls.
Not my usual friends, so no more repeats of what happened last time. I think a few of them were a bit too embarrassed about that and will probably never mention it again. It’s hardly been discussed round the wine-bar table, so you can tell how they feel. [...]
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 [...]
I said on Friday I thought this would be the last warm weekend of the summer, so I thought I’d better make the most of it. Good start on the bridge, anyway, and I’ll own up to re-living a lot of the details during a long Saturday afternoon bath with a little vibrating rubber duck [...]
Another quick diary!
Friday night – girls night out. All the wine bar gossip was about Carol.
She’s our age, late thirties, single mum of three, and been seeing a much younger lad – we think 23. Now she’s married him. Turns out we can all understand taking him to bed. All six of us at [...]
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 [...]
Sorry I had to stop yesterday… it’s so much work doing this, even when I tried to keep a diary to make it easier. Anyway, where were we? Oh yes. Let’s go on from there…
8.00pm
The taxi arrives dead on time and I get in very demurely. We\ don’t mess with taxi drivers who call [...]
Before we start, it just occurred to me that I might have been confusing (or worse, upsetting) people in part one of this, by using the word uglies pretty much indiscriminately. For the record, uglies is a word we use between ourselves to mean all those people who I wouldn’t normally look at twice, never [...]
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 [...]
This subject has come up very often in recent weeks, I don’t know why but sometimes it goes in runs like that, like hearing the same golden oldie on the radio 6 times in one day all on different stations.
Anyway. The bondage question has arisen and I promised I’d answer it.
Yes of course I have [...]
