Dating Sex The Work Colleague True Tales 

Act A: The Photograph

“Do you remember that photo?”   Of course she did. She remembered it the very second the question started to fall from his mouth, just as she did every time he mentioned it. It’s the photo they don’t show anyone. The one they both love, but can’t post on social media. It’s a really insignificant photo when you just glance at it, a couple of friends at a table in a club, casually enjoying a drink. And it is just that: a casual, insignificant photo of two friends and work…

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Fiction (ish) Sex 

Picnicking

“We’re quite far away from the footpath here, shall we sit?”  “Sounds good, I’m hungry!” And with that, he laid back flat against the soft, green grass. It had been a wonderful lunchtime, just the two of us strolling around town and enjoying the delights that the historic area had to offer. It was his idea to grab bits and pieces for a quick picnic, a suggestion I happily jumped on. I wondered if he’d guess why I suggested that particular picnic area, a 70-hectare heritage park that was wide-open…

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Fiction (ish) Sex 

When He Holds My Hair …

I love it when he holds my hair. Well, when he touches it really. It can be a heavy-handed action, fistfuls of it grabbed during a heated moment of action. It can be a light-handed motion too, like when he lightly glides his fingers down the length of it when it’s freshly washed and super-soft. Perhaps it’s the fact that it can be both hot and heavy, and light and soft, all at the same time that makes it so special? I don’t know what it is, but I do…

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Dating Sex The Lapdog True Tales 

Harder

Soooooo, do you remember a blog post I shared a little while ago called I Miss My Twenties? Well, it seems that if you talk about ’em, they’ll pop up. And pop up he did … This blog post is dedicated to him. ***** You always seem to message me on Saturday nights. I’m guessing that’s because Saturday night was always our night. Everyone else would be out partying, but not us. We’d be sat in your car somewhere, talking shit, kissing, touching, listening to music. I’m listening to our…

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Dating Jock My Mr. Grey Sex True Tales 

Guess Who’s Back, Back Again

Guys, I’ve got to talk about something that’s happened. My Mr. Grey and I have been texting … and it’s not all been clean and above board, if you know what I mean. I know, I know, what the fuck am I doing? I have a lovely new boyfriend now — and he really is lovely, isn’t he? He’s making me happy, keeping me sexually satisfied (for the most part), and not fucking things up in a truly catastrophic way. Yet. So, what the fuck am I doing indulging in…

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Dating Jock My Mr. Grey Sex 

August 9th

Ah … August 9th. You might not remember August 9th, but I do. It’s a date I don’t think I’ll forget about in a hurry; one that brings a very cheeky blush to my face as I remember the things I was doing last year. Or, rather, the person I was doing last year: My Mr. Grey. If you haven’t yet read Warning! Explicit Content!, you might want to read it now. It’s proper NSFW, by the way. I sent him a Facebook post as soon as I awoke and…

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Dating My Mr. Grey One Ball 

Paranoid Prick

You want to know whether or not I fucked My Mr. Grey on his visit down to my end of the country, don’t you? Don’t worry, I’m not going to beat around the bush. I’ll get to the point: I didn’t do it. I didn’t fuck My Mr. Grey. And although it was the right decision – the moral one – I’m not happy about it at all. Nope. Not at all. One Ball is a good man. We’ve had our ups and downs, yes, but he’s been a very…

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Dating My Mr. Grey One Ball 

I Want to Fuck My Mr. Grey

I did a really stupid thing: I text My Mr. Grey. I don’t really know why I did it. I think I was just overthinking the shitty second week One Ball and I had together, overanalysing all the little flaws I can see starting to appear in our relationship. He’s quite immature and boyish at times, and he really can’t make a decision to save his life, and there are lots of other little things that are making me think perhaps he’s just not the right kind of guy for…

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Dating One Ball Sex The Older Guy True Tales 

Meet Number 24: The Older Guy

As I typed his name into the Facebook search box, I knew it was a bad idea. But I did it anyway. Just like I clicked on his face when I found his profile knowing it was a bad idea, and sent him a message. “I was just talking about you the other day. Thought I’d have a little Facebook stalk to see if you were around – and here you are! How are you? It’s been a really long time. I hope you’re well!” I’m such a fucking moron.…

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Dating My Mr. Grey One Ball 

My Mr. Grey is Back

“You never said you were in a relationship now. Miss hearing from you :(“ Well, My Mr. Grey found out that I was in a relationship. (I’m still with One Ball, not that I’ve spoken about him in a while.) I tried to skirt around the subject a bit, telling My Mr. Grey that I thought I’d mentioned it before in a conversation, but he didn’t believe me. We ended up having a rather heated conversation and now I feel like shit. “I knew it was all too good to…

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