Wolf – 5 – Freedom

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That’s the thing about being divorced, or at least separated .. after the initial emotional trauma, if you even have that, you’re single and free to do what you like.

Okay, the process didn’t turn out exactly how I planned it, caught red-handed and unceremoniously kicked out the family home with a couple of suitcases packed and waiting in a hotel room for me. Continue reading “Wolf – 5 – Freedom”

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Shadow Memories?


Shadow Memories?

How can I capture your beauty and energy in a photograph. 
It’s a flat, lifeless, 2d representation of your 3D perfection.

There’s no twinkle in your eyes 

No spring in your step. 

No magic when you sing or dance. 

Its merely a shadow of who you are. 

But I hold it and think of you. 

Because your shadow is the only part of you that remains. 

That and my memories. 

Boak!! 🙂

Who writes shit like that? 

Actually,  it was sent to me by a girl I used to know after the relationship ended. 

I’d already deleted her texts, emails, Facebook posts and blocked her. 

Then I receive that by text from her other number. 

We had only had 2 dates FFS!  🙂

Bet she sends that to everyone!

Nutter!

Blind-Sided – 9 – Amber?

Ellen Barkin

“Stop!”?

What’s that about?

She picked you up in a club, let you drive her home,  you’ve gone through all the pretences and platitudes of politeness and probity, drinking tea and getting to know each other better.

When all the time you both known what you’re really here for.

She lets her suck her tits, in fact she enjoys you sucking her tits, but then just when you go for third base she says “Stop!”?

What is that all about?

No is no … Right?

Or is it?

Does NO sometimes mean ..

A – Not now?
B – Maybe later?
C – I’m not ready yet?
D – All of the above?

Continue reading “Blind-Sided – 9 – Amber?”

Unfinished Business – Prologue

When was the last time you fucked an airline hostess?

Doctor? Nurse? Barmaid? Waitress? Teacher? Police Officer?

Do you and your mates have a trophy list?

Like kids collect cards of their favourite football players?

Do you collect their underwear and keep it in a drawer underneath your bed?

Do you talk about these women in the pub, compare notes, discuss the intimacies of what you did with who?

Did you?

Have you?

Well you ought to fucking grow up.

Women, regardless of their career aren’t toys to be collected.

Personally I like to keep my memories in my head, those treasured thoughts of what I did with whom, when, where, what we ate, where we went, what music we liked.

But thats really none of of your business.

Somehow these private thoughts have never lost their clarity and sometimes all it takes is a piece of music or the scent of a particular perfume to take me back to some other place and some other time.

Still it’s not every day you get to fuck an airline hostess,

Marie arrived straight from her shift, 7 day long haul to Barbados, most of the time her own except for a day spent on an internal shuttle to Greneda and back.

She said that she was looking forward to seeing me,  even although most of her texts had been attempts to make me jealous as she lay by the pool, or that she was out for the evening, dancing with her friends and colleagues.

The jealousy was working!

As arranged, she sent me a text from the airport letting me know that she was back in the country and on the way.

I’d had a sense of anticipation all day,  an excitement rushing through my veins,  I couldn’t wait to see her.

I had an empty house and spent most of the day preparing for the night ahead,  cleaning, hovering, changing sheets.

As the time of her arrival became closer,  I turned the lights down low,  her choice of music playing,  the fizz was already on chill.

I wanted it to be good for her,  I wanted her to feel special and desired.  I wanted her to come again.

When her text arrived I ran her bath,  but 15 minutes later as she arrived dressed in her uniform like a goddess from an airline commercial the bath was forgotten.

It was still dark at 5am as she dressed to go home,  she liked to be there for her daughter waking up.

She was looking around the room, picking up discarded clothes and dropping them on the bed  “Have you seen my thong?”

I shook my head “I’m sure it’ll turn up” hoping she didn’t see my smile in the darkness.

But I was a different guy back then.

Image borrowed from Virgin Airlines,  how hot do these girls look?

The Difference Between Happiness And Joy?

A thought a occurred to me earlier today ..

Where do you get your happiness?

Okay,  it was 3am and I had just woke up on the sofa and was still wearing yesterday’s clothes.

At 3am,  the left side of the brain seems to be operating,  deep thoughts,  putting things in their pigeon-holes,  the creative process kicking in.

Did I go back to sleep?

Nope .. I played music,  via Spotify on my iPad and chilled out for a few hours.

But now sitting at work,  its came back into my head.

Continue reading “The Difference Between Happiness And Joy?”

The Platform Lovers – Raspberry Toast!

Carol Ann had enjoyed a fantastic night with Graeme. He had been the complete gentleman, insisting that he paid for dinner, the cocktails before and the drinks in the club after.

It was fortunate that they lived close to each other and he dropped her off in the taxi on his way home.

They’d had a very hot snog in the back of the cab, kisses leading to tongues, his hand reaching across to pull her towards him, then staying there, moving up her side almost cupping her breast, but stopping short, staying away from the bikini zone.

She could tell that he was thinking about it, that all he needed was the slightest encouragement from her.

She was thinking about it too, well it had been a while.
Continue reading “The Platform Lovers – Raspberry Toast!”

That Girl I Met Online! … #poetry #humour #dating

She has pictures on a mountain
And pictures on her bike
But no pictures of her out dancing
Wearing the dresses that I like

She has pictures with her children
And pictures with her friends
But no pictures of her close up
Or through a telephoto lens

I wonder what she’s hiding
Why she’s scared to show her face
But she says that she wants to
Come and meet me at my place
Continue reading “That Girl I Met Online! … #poetry #humour #dating”