Archives for posts with tag: sex


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.

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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.