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 [...]
Saturday was a bit grim, as far as weather goes, and we decided that winter is here already. That makes playing outdoors less fun than it it is in summer, and means we go out less, stay home more. For the first time this year, though, we drove into town, checked into a hotel, left [...]
I said a while ago that I’d try to write my blog more often, which means keeping it short, and only going in depth on the unusual or the especially exciting.
I hope this will be one of the short ones, though it kind of followed on from Friday night, because I got home all [...]
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 [...]
A word about underwear, prompted by the fact that I must get asked what I’m wearing (what colour, style, etc, etc) about 12 times a day, maybe even more than that, and I ssometimes feel as if people expect me to be wandering around the house looking like a Janet Reger catalogue while i do [...]
Somewhere in these pages is the story of out first ever threesome, when we shagged the first person not directly involved in our marriage (well I did, really, Rog just generally helped out and fucked me as well), and as you know we decided we liked it and started to meet more people. We used [...]
