He’s done it again. The little shy boy routine, the wide oval eyes full of sparkle, the uneasy stammer. I’ve been with James for a year or so now. I know the tricks only too well because I fell for them myself. The story of a softly spoken, innocent looki...
Why does the doorbell always go at the most awkward moment? I was trying to make it up to my boyfriend, Luke, for shrinking his favourite sweater. I offered him the choice of a delicious dinner or a long sloppy blowjob. Of course Luke being Luke wanted bo...
I hear the front door slam shut and then the spluttering sound of my Mother’s car starting, almost begrudgingly to my ears, eventually pulling off the drive and out onto the road. I clench my fist and let of a loud squeal of joy, at last she has gone. It’...
