I really do love this city - the architecture, the waffles, the beer, even the bustling crowds of tourists. It’s hot this time, hotter than I remember when I was here 12 years ago. I thought it might be weird walking the cobblestones that I last crossed with my ex-husband and, while I have thought... Continue Reading →
I’ve written about this before, but it’s really spooky the way men from my past come out of the woodwork within days of becoming single. The Serbian fuck buddy who relishes my experience. The older surfer who doesn’t want a relationship but is obsessed with my butt. The married guy I never met but routinely... Continue Reading →
I miss the tension that crackles through the air when I’m near you. I miss the way you strip off your clothes presuming sex is not so much a given as a need. I miss the way you tell me to sit on your face. I miss you moving my body this way and that... Continue Reading →
Six days since he ended it. I’ve been pre-occupied with work which has helped but I’m finding it increasingly difficult to keep thoughts of him at bay. Last night I couldn’t sleep. The sadness is creeping in. I felt it washing over me in the quiet of this afternoon. I left my motel and started... Continue Reading →
A few years ago, I wrote about relief and sadness in break-ups. That if the break-up comes with a feeling of relief, you know it’s for the best. The signs were there, you just ignored them. If there are only feelings of sadness, you genuinely didn’t see it coming or didn’t see the challenges as... Continue Reading →
I open a new document and prepare to write. My hands are poised over the keyboard ready to digitally reveal my innermost turmoil. My screen remains blank. My head is empty. No, not empty. Clear. Organised, stacked and catalogued thoughts. I sit and stare at the blank screen. There must be something; some barb to... Continue Reading →
Being scared of losing someone you love makes you do stupid things. The near constant self-doubt, the endless torment of thinking the next time they look at you they will realise how incredibly unworthy you are of them. When everything feels too good to be real, you wait for the pinch that will wake you... Continue Reading →
After more than nine months without contact, Tom slid into my inbox. I was angry, so angry. I didn’t believe his reason for contacting me. It’s no longer his business what I’m doing or how I am. But, there he was. An unread email. We back and forthed, my anger a hot white rage. I... Continue Reading →
Well, it only took five days, but my house is under offer. The market is downright crazy and I am blown away by what some people are willing to pay. Grateful, incredibly grateful, but still blown away. I’m choosing to take it as a sign that I made the right decision and that this move... Continue Reading →
It’s been a few weeks and shit is getting real. My house goes on the market today (eek), and I have an open house on the weekend. I want out of here and the bad dating karma it’s attracted. Sure, that could also be me, but easier to blame the bathroom tiles with dolphins on... Continue Reading →
There is something wrong with me, I am now sure of it. If I cared about sports, my stats would show a plummeting batting average, striking out more often than not or being run out at first. My dating life has passed the comical let’s regale my friends with funny stories stage and instead is... Continue Reading →
I recently reconnected with a man I had sex with three years ago as part of what was not quite a threesome. I guess the better description for the scenario was cuckold play without the humiliation and degradation tactics. I was dating Jake, the man behind some of this blog’s more popular stories including Stuck... Continue Reading →
In high school, when I needed to do some thinking, I used to save it up for my shifts in the bakery. I mostly worked weekends but once I was in uni, I picked up shifts through the week as well. The monotony and repetition of bagging bread rolls, tagging products, busting out frozen dough... Continue Reading →
It is a truth universally (among my friends at least) acknowledged, that a straight woman in possession of a good sex drive, must be in want of a good dick. And ladies, I recently got to fuck the most delightful dick. Practically perfect in every way, if Michelangelo had carved it himself from the finest... Continue Reading →
Right, readers, I need some advice. It’s not often I don’t have a gut feeling one way or the other but at the moment I am genuinely unsure. I need to know how old is too old or if there is even such a thing as too old. A 48-year-old man, turning 49 in November,... Continue Reading →
Lockdowns have killed my sex life. The ache was starting to infect my dreams. I was waking myself up gripping the bed sheets tight, legs thrown over them while dream me fucked figments of my imagination. It had been over a month now and my mood was fading faster than I could keep my vibes... Continue Reading →
My sister had a baby girl today. I am crazy excited and can’t wait to smoosh her adorable little cheeks. I am also incredibly, painfully sad. I have had dreams about being pregnant for weeks now where I rarely had them before. In my dreams, I am heavily pregnant but have not seen a doctor... Continue Reading →
I didn’t walk this morning, the first time in many weeks where the thought of getting out of bed was too much for my head to handle. I scrolled through the overnight news on Twitter and the world felt dark. Bleak. There was so much sadness and tragedy unfolding around the globe and here at... Continue Reading →
