I had been home from hospital for almost a week and, while not yet physically healed, I felt pretty good. I was keen to return to work and real life, conscious of how much I was missing out on. The Fisherman had checked on me a couple of times and let me know he had…Read more 153. The Fisherman helps.
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152. The Soulmate (54)
Shortly after I published my last post I got a new follower notification and a message in my Twitter DMs. Like many other new readers, he told me how much he enjoyed my honest writing and could relate to my thoughts about the dire state of dating in this modern world. I thanked him for…Read more 152. The Soulmate (54)
151. A few months later…
Today I saw my ex-husband on the Swingers website. Ugh. Apparently, he is looking for anything from a relationship to erotic chat, he enjoys giving oral sex (well that is a lie), giving massages and spanking (thats new). He says he is “open to exploration and suggestion with the right person”, still can’t spell and…Read more 151. A few months later…
150. The Fisherman – six months in
After our trip to the sex club I didn’t hear much from The Fisherman. In the first week that was fine because I was sick and not feeling very sexy. In the second week it was my birthday and I was hoping for a birthday bang from him, but not counting on it because of…Read more 150. The Fisherman – six months in
148. The Fisherman and the sex club – part 1
The Fisherman had often mentioned he would love to see me have sex with another man. He and his ex-wife had a couple of “hot wife” experiences, where another man came over and they role-played a scenario where The Fisherman walked in on his wife with the other guy. He would watch a while before…Read more 148. The Fisherman and the sex club – part 1
147. Life falters, then goes on
So…without boring you with too much detail, I was admitted to hospital quite suddenly in mid-January with a random infection which made me very, very sick. I spent a week hooked up to intravenous antibiotics, having endless tests, feeling tired and alone. I wasn’t really feeling up to visitors, and I did have a couple,…Read more 147. Life falters, then goes on
146. The Toolman rises from the dead
So I saw this profile on Tinder. The name was right, the age was a couple of years younger than the truth and there were no face pictures, just a picture of a guy in a panda suit. It was not the kind of profile I would ever match with, but the bio sure sounded familiar:…Read more 146. The Toolman rises from the dead
145. The Boy Next Door – part 4
All this time, The Boy Next Door has been popping around pretty much every week. We have fine-tuned our routine to achieve maximum pleasure in under three hours. The Boy Next Door messages me, I get in the shower, he arrives and the moment he walks in the door we get started. Sexy kissing, tearing each…Read more 145. The Boy Next Door – part 4
144. The Fisherman – part 3
I opened the door to find The Fisherman smiling and holding a very nice bottle of wine. “Hello Beautiful." I let him in without a word and snaked my fingers around the back of his neck and kissed him softly, stroking the back of his head with my long red fingernails. “Hello Handsome.” I purred,…Read more 144. The Fisherman – part 3
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