Archives for posts with tag: sex

Making him come.

Lying on my bed with the dappled sun on the pillows, sort of napping whilst waiting to leave for the airport.

Weeeee we’re off to Georgia!

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Last day at work before two weeks off! There’s nothing better than bragging about holidays.

“See. We’re made for each other.”

Drinks at Shep’s, food at Mildred’s and sex at mine.

Cumbersome womb crown. đŸ˜‚

A comedy night with James. Russian songs, a giant calculator, wet food and daddy.

The rest of the night with James. Ridiculously good.

Christmas condoms (fair trade and vegan and hand delivered to my door)

An evening with Jen, Jo and Georgie, talking about sex and masterbation in the most open and lovely way possible. Whilst raising money for My Body Back Project. Double win.

Bought myself a new vibrator as an early birthday present

Delicious breakfast at the bridge cafe. And she liked my shirt.

Delicious diner at Madam and Adam. Mega friendly staff and the food was so good. Even the mushroom leather.

Looking down over the river from the old bridge.

All the dogs.

Doing a forward roll down the grass after a bottle of wine.

Sex around the flat after more beers.

Cuming with him inside me

Going to a hipster cafe for a juice and a pasteis de natas

The Chinese National Traditional Orchestra. Especially the bit where the monk flies off on the eagle.

The smell of lavender as I lay in the park at lunchtime.

Getting a phonecall from a school saying that he had a lot of posters for my competition. Thank god!

Very good oral sex

A day in the garden down at my brother’s, eating homemade pizza from the pizza oven.

Touching the bump and feeling my nephew move for the first time.

More good sex in the morning.

Painted the old chairs white in the garden.

A night out in Haggerston for Holly’s birthday and then Shoreditch. Accidentally got very drunk.

Good sex.

Walking in the sun to put up idling stickers.

Hot Stone. What a delicious delicious meal!

Eat out.

Morning sex.

The whole team chatted about stupid shit like coffee and cheese. Felt like a bit of bonding.

He met my friends and it was fine!

More walking. This time on my own and in the sun.

A fun evening at the pub with Stuart. Lots of laughing and playfighting and children’s activities.

Really amazing oral sex.

Waking up together at my house. I like being here. And the sex was really good.

Seeing Jen and going to the swish. It felt a bit weird to be back there but also kinda cool.

Ice hockey. No fights and we were terrible but it was still fun.


A trip to Whitechapel Gallery on my own. It felt good to quietly look at art by myself. I really liked the dance video of all the moonwalking. Which is odd because usually I don’t like video art. But it really made me smile. And the bright yellow thing. That really lifted my spirits.

Seeing Stuart again.

A good position.


A wonderful letter and bad ass card from Han to cheer me up, telling me all the amazing things I’ve done and why she loves me. Plus some great photos of the fun times! She’s so lovely.

Finishing mum’s embroidered Christmas present. Now they both have a top with their boat logo on!

A night out for Stuart’s birthday. We went to Shep’s, ate delicious food, chatted to James, got free cocktails and shots and a discount too! Then some extremely drunk but very good sex when we eventually got home. From what I can remember anyway


Morning sex and an orgasm.

My beautiful new ring.

Wine and chats with Lauren and Becky.


Tony’s leaving party. Cheese, clotted cream and James’ brilliant quiz.

Flesh light chats with Alec and Jonny.

Someone is getting a tattoo of my vagina design. So weird but so cool. 

​All the new clothes through the post.

Funny conversations with the housemates about Torture Garden, piss water fights and Glass Bottom Boats.

Wearing my new vagina T-shirt to work. Loving that look.

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These dogs.
My colleague accidentally asking a customer a very sexual sounding question.
My boss telling us about how upset she was when she was eight and went to see the Pink Panther and finding out it wasn’t, in fact, a film about a pink fluffy panther.