After coffee dates, the stolen moments on Claire’s sofa, and even a couple of (early) evenings of fun in her bed, I thought that being able to spend the night with her would be just what the doctor ordered. We met just after lunch and, as the weather was good, went for a woodland walk. … More That didn’t just happen?
For reasons too boring to explain, Claire and I were discussing hierarchical relationships [Ed: Yes, Dear Reader, it was, at least in part, in the context of AM’s exish-Wife] parenting and standing up for oneself. Claire used the phrase “the worm that turned”. If you’re British and of a similar vintage to me, Dear Reader, … More The girl of my (wet) dreams
This weekend, Claire and I have a fairly grown-up 24hrs planned. I will go round to her house early afternoon, we may well go for a walk or just make out on the couch, I’ll cook supper, we’ll chill with a movie and then … well … considering the movie …
The last few days have been liberally peppered with comments like Do you realise its only 2 weeks? Because it has only been just over two weeks. From Claire and I having Coffee #3 to long text conversations bookending pretty much every day, an hour on the sofa routinely turning from gentle chat to wandering … More Reality check
Something I don’t think I ever told you, Dear Reader, despite having written around 1000 posts over 10 years, is that my exish-Wife has never slept with anyone other than me. And when I say slept with, obviously I mean fucked. Despite the locker-room kudos of deflowering virgins, if I ever thought about this it … More Adult education
The evening after I’d confessed my kinky desires, Claire and I were back on her sofa. Amidst the sort of chat you could have in front of the kids, Claire leant in for yet another kiss. A question that had been rattling around my head for the last 24hrs was that we had talked a … More Attention deficit
A couple of days passed since I confessed my penchant for rubber to Claire. I was troubled by the thought that I had said something which could scare her off. Claire is lovely [Ed: You may get bored of hearing that, Dear Reader] and I really don’t want to mess this up. The torrent of … More Honesty is the best policy
One word is all it takes to break a spell. The first time I had had coffee at Claire’s house, we ended up making out on the sofa. It was fan-bloody-tastic. At some point, I think Claire made some playful quip at my expense and, in response, I held
Dear Reader, dear Dear Reader, whether you have only come to my blog latterly, or whether you have been with me for longer, you will doubtless have gathered that, for a very long time, I have been unhappy in a sexless marriage. The two parts of that are both independent and intimately linked. There were … More That’s the end of that, then.
Yesterday I said that my fears have dissipated with the arrival of Claire. Yet, just 24hrs later, there is much at stake. Today we went for a walk. And it was lovely. We talked about … well, we just talked. It was easy, and comfortable and fun and, as we walked though the countryside either … More Fear of losing
Accidental Masturbator 