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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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…
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
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
142. The Captain returns…continued
I expected to hear from The Captain all day on Monday, and my girlfriends checked in all day long to find out if he had called. He did not. On Tuesday I had enough waiting and took control, sending him a message. “Hi there. Do you have some time to chat today?" “Sorry busy atm…I’ll…Read more 142. The Captain returns…continued
141. The Fisherman – part 2
After I finished writing the last blog post, I went to a daytime party/bbq where I socialised like a proper sparkly butterfly, smiling to myself thinking about The Captain and what might be. I left at about five o’clock and when I got home, sent The Captain a text asking how his day had been. An…Read more 141. The Fisherman – part 2
140. The Captain returns
Online dating has been tiresome and dull. Endless text messaging with uninteresting men who struggle to keep up a conversation, wanting to get right to a fuck without so much as a "how do you do". My swingers site has been uninspiring, so I downloaded Tinder again *sigh* and immediately became addicted to swiping left like…Read more 140. The Captain returns
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