Erotic Tale: Milked In Bodrum

I am holidaying in Turkey this year, on my own! The reason? I arrived home from work, to find Robin, my husband, fucking the cleaner……… Fucking bastard!

To make matters worse, if they could be, it was my 30th birthday! Robin and I were going out to celebrate with some of our friends.

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Erotic Tale: Margaux’s Surprise

Margaux Leven had lived in her penthouse apartment on Richmond Hill, a business area of Bournemouth for the last four years. She had moved there from a lovely townhouse in the affluent area of Sandbanks, which she had been sharing with her long-term partner. But after their breakup, she now found herself back living on her own.

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Feature: Get On With It!

Look, I know you men have it difficult. Women are
just about impossible to understand, much less, please!

In a post-feminist society, you never know exactly what
you should be doing. Women are bloody picky, I know we are.

It can be scary, too, when women freak out about
what appears to be benign issues.

And men who do their best to be respectful,
female-positive humans, I salute you, I do.

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Feature: Searching ‘Porn for Women’ taught me a lesson and you need it, too!

Often, when a product is marketed as being ‘for women’, you can safely assume it will be a rip-off, covered in pink. See the ‘Bic for Her’ ballpoint pen or women’s razors. In fact, I have made it my policy to avoid anything that shouts about being made especially for us ladies.

The one exception, though, just might be porn.

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An Erotic Tale: A Hot Night In Crete

It was a hot and sweaty night. It had been over 38c all day and hadn’t relented with the setting of the sun. There was a storm coming; you could feel the power buzzing in the saturated air. For the time being, though, we’d just have to suffer!

I think I was suffering the most. I just wasn’t used to that stifling heat at night. I grew up in the dry heat of North Africa where even though it regularly reached 48c, the nights were always cool, crisp and cold even! I’m used to sleeping in shorts, camisole, and a light blanket. Tonight though, I haven’t been able to let any bit of clothing touch my sweating body. Continue reading An Erotic Tale: A Hot Night In Crete