Affairs are never of the heart

I was sitting at a café yesterday having breakfast when Harvey the Married walked past. He was holding the hand of a young girl I presume was one of his children. I don’t think he even saw me and if he did he hid it well. It’s been almost a year since he bit me... Continue Reading →

The bruises of Harvey the Married – Part III

When I told a guy I’d started seeing that I was writing a book about my adventures, he responded by saying he hoped he was good enough to end up in it. I told him that everyone deserved a chapter, but the story wasn’t always good. This is one of those chapters. This morning I... Continue Reading →

The man who shouldn’t get married – Part II

The best thing about fucking someone you have fucked many times before is that they know what turns you on. They know how to make you come with no mucking around. And while I am a big fan of fucking new people, trying new positions, exploring the unexplored, sometimes it’s just good, comforting even, to... Continue Reading →

Harvey the Married – Part II

It was hard, fast and everything Harvey needed in that moment. He’d had a stressful morning he told me. Work stuff and he hadn’t come yet that day. “You come every day?” Yes, don’t you? “Um no.” Once in my room, he seemed uneasy, like he wasn’t sure how to proceed. I stepped in close... Continue Reading →

The man who shouldn’t get married – Part I

It’s the first time we’ve been alone since his girlfriend, now fiancé, found out about us. I have no expectations about what might happen but when he immediately turns the conversation to sex after greeting me with a kiss on the cheek, I suspect we’ll end up fucking. He is getting married next Sunday; his... Continue Reading →

Harvey the Married – Part I

I met Harvey at work, maybe the first or second week after I started. He was reasonable looking, a friendly nature but there was something else. It took me a while to pin it down but I settled on “a twinkle in his eye”. He was charming, very fucking charming, and oozed charisma. We’d flirt... Continue Reading →

Married men want one thing

“I think one of the guys at work is flirting with me,” I said leaning out of my office door in the general direction of my friend Z. “What do you mean?” “I mean, we were talking about a media enquiry and now I think he’s flirting with me. What do I do?” “Um, nothing.”... Continue Reading →

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