I moved in with Andrew sixteen days after meeting him. I still can’t believe it when I think about it. We boxed up my belongings in a couple of hours and that was that. I was worried about ‘notice periods’, and cleaning and getting my deposit back. Andrew said he would take care of it…
Friday morning. I loved public holidays. It’s funny, but I wasn’t even thinking about the weekend. Lying in bed watching the sun come up, my thoughts were on the previous twenty-four hours. Closing my eyes and replaying it in my mind, I was getting horny all over again. Two cocks. Two! God. I’d seen the…
After the weekend, Andrew gave me some space to get my head together, which was good. To be honest, I was ‘on autopilot’ all week, and hardly able to concentrate. I was glad work hadn’t noticed. The experience at Dean’s tilted my world on its axis, and I started to wonder about all kinds of…
He always kind of knew what he liked seeing on a woman once she entered a room. That never seemed to change. Michael, having moved up in his company two years later, was still single at the age of 31, but in truth he did not care that he was. He’d had his share of…
Well I’m just home from work, it’s been a hellish day, I’m hot sweaty and desperately need a shower, I undress in my bedroom and walk naked to my bathroom, (I spend most of my time naked when I am at home) I enter my shower cubicle turn on the jets and stand under the…
“Chris, can you get down here and help me please,” I yelled from the living room. “Be right down Liz,” He yelled back. For the last hour I had been decorating my twin brother Chris and Uncle Jimmy’s house for New Years 2012; my uncle Jimmy has been the king of New Years in our…
The New Years Eve Party Every New Years Eve, my brother closes the doors of his dance club to the public and holds a by invitation only New Years Eve party. Every year, since my divorce became final five years ago, my brother has been after me to spend my New Years Eve with him….
Don, for those of you who haven’t yet read my earlier journal entries, Don is my father. As a child, he was something of a Boy Edison and had acquired his first pattern by the age of sixteen. He had two more by the time he graduated from high school. He’s never invented anything that…