The Lapdog

Number 15 The Lapdog

Number: 15

Length: it’s complicated.

If I had to describe this relationship in three (ish) words, I would say: mismatched, never-ending, and sex

Number 15: The Lapdog

Today, I’d like to start The Lapdog chapter, which is a long and seemingly never-ending one… and a pretty passionate one at times. Get yourself comfortable, folks. It all starts in the pub…

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Vauxhall Nova

Have you ever tried to have sex in a Vauxhall Nova? I’m not proud to admit that I have… and more than once, too. We’d talked for so long on that first night, and it felt like we had so, so many things in common. The longer I spent with him, the more...

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Pizza Delivery Boy

The Lapdog was younger than me by a little over one year. He was also a pizza delivery boy. Those two things shouldn’t have been all that important… but for some reason, to me, they were. That wasn’t all, either; there were so many things about The Lapdog that...

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Skate Parks & Spliffs

Grey going away had given me the perfect opportunity to do something about The Lapdog, who had essentially been left in dating limbo. It was time for me to do something about it, though. I couldn’t combine Mr. Multiple Orgasms with Mr. Skate Parks & Spliffs forever… could I?

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The Drawing

“I want to draw you,” Lapdog said, once we were both relaxing on his bed. “Draw me?” I frowned. “What do you mean?” “I want to draw you, like a portrait.” In case you wondered: the drawing wasn’t great, but I loved it anyway. It still lives in my memory box.

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Pick One

“Okay,” Lapdog sighed. “But this can’t carry on. You need to pick one of us." I laughed, but I didn’t mean to. His ultimatum genuinely made me laugh, because where was this gung-ho-ness when I actually wanted it from him? I think we both knew that I wasn’t going...

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NASS Festival

“So, do you still want to go to NASS Festival?” he asked. “Or shall I try to sell your ticket to someone at the skate park?” I said yes to selling my ticket originally, but then The Lapdog asked again, and again, and then another couple of times after that...

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An Almost Proposal

It was as if he knew that I needed something. Not him, specifically: just something. When he asked if he could see me, I thought we’d hang out for a bit, maybe have a little smoke or two, perhaps even fuck. That’s what I needed from him, anyway... but The Lapdog had an almost proposal...

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