On being single…

Like most single girls in their 20s, I fluctuate between loving being single (saying I am totally independent, I don’t need a man, I want someone who wants me back and who deserves me) and crying to my mum saying no one loves me and I’m destined to be single forever. And clearly my sister…

What it feels like when I need to write.

Like all bloggers, I have a life away from my Mac.  Of course I do; it’s this life that fuels my blog.  At times, life is hectic and I can’t find the time to write, at other times, I sit at my Mac for an hour, willing my fingers to get to work. And then…

Even the nice guys can act like dicks.

In the space of 18 hours, everything I wrote in this last post can be ignored. For the same reasons as why anyone calls their fuck buddy, I contacted The Bar Man last week.  We hooked up and it was fun to see him. Although I knew the new man would not be ‘The One’, I…

Him and Her

The curve of her stomach The softness of her thighs The intention of her touch The memory of her kiss And the thought of her clit. The bike oil on his calves The hirsuteness of his chest The roughness of his handing The reality of his touch And the thought of her clit.

I think you’ve served your purpose.

It was fun whilst it lasted.  You scratched an itch, although you weren’t as reliable as you first made out.  It worked because we were old friends, but now I think we’ve outgrown our friendship. Was I using sex as a cure for loneliness?  Undoubtedly.  And I think you were, too. Now that someone new…

And then they went upstairs…

She thought there’d be an awkward air; the tension of a dirty secret.  She thought there’d be naughty glances and nothing more.  How wrong she was. The girl came bounding in: full of life – a bottle of prosecco in hand.  Within five minutes it was clear there were memories filled with lust in both…

The Things We Do…

Oh, the things we do to feel desired.  We spend forever styling our hair for a boy we’ve never met. We beautify our cuticles – do you reckon he’s noticed, yet? Our legs are freshly shaved In this skirt we’ve recently braved. We wait in a bar, alone Hopelessly checking our phones. We ponder his…

Food for Friends for One.

Front of house: ‘Hello Darling.  How many of you are there?’ Me: ‘Just me.  A table for one, please.’ Front of house: ‘I’ll be one moment; I’ll get a good table for you.’   Friends, families and couples.  And me and my Le Debut. Today I’ll fall in love in love with mirin tofu and…

8 Things I Trust In:

  Because I’m human, some of these beliefs are contradictory – I apologise. I trust that things happen for a reason. This is so easy to believe when things are going right.  But I’ve realised it’s more important to trust things happen for a reason when life isn’t going to plan.  And to believe it…