22 September 2017 My best friend once told me I trust too quickly and too easily. That I take people at their word, when others would question their motives. And I fall quickly and hard. I fell for him. And after Terrible Tuesday when his web of deceit began to unravel, that was the time … Continue reading My name is AndrewNotChris – Part II
I think we were both nervous. It had been 10 years since we’d last seen each other, 10 years since our first kiss and our first fuck. We’d known each other since Year 4, had sat next to each other in class, caught the same school bus. Hell, we lived in the same neighbourhood, an … Continue reading Is there such a thing as a primary school sweetheart?
9 February 2018 jealous /dʒɛləs/ adjective: jealous; feeling or showing an envious resentment of someone or their achievements, possessions, or perceived advantages. feeling or showing a resentful suspicion that one's partner is attracted to or involved with someone else fiercely protective of one's rights or possessions. noun: jealousy; the state or feeling of being jealous. I don’t … Continue reading O beware, my fuck buddy, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster
4 February 2018 It's day five of the cruise and it has rained almost without pause. We had a brief window of blue sky and sunshine during which hundreds of pale bodies emerged from below to sun themselves in neat rows on the pool deck. Most ended up burnt and drunk. I escaped the sun's … Continue reading Sailing away from marriage
It's day three of my "divorce" cruise and it hasn't stopped raining since we boarded. Yesterday I had played Bingo, my first experience at "dabbing" ... The day before the spa staff told me they could make me look 10 years younger, which at 34 I found somewhat disturbing. Yep, I've drunk a lot more … Continue reading Age shaming at 34
August 2017 It was a last-minute invite for sex at his place. It had been almost two weeks since I said goodbye to AndrewNotChris which means it had been two weeks since I'd last had sex. While I don't buy into my housemates' theory of not being able to go longer than two weeks, it … Continue reading Riding the Italian Stallion