Category: Sexy Time

The night started ordinary enough, just another Friday with the girls in a crowded East London bar, the kind where…

A drawer can finish what a hurried man will not. No shame in it. Only in pretending five distracted minutes counted as paying attention.

Give me wine and I start telling conquest stories. Not to be cruel. Because women compare notes, and silence has never protected anyone I know.

Most nights I am not a light switch. Talk properly, look at me like you mean it, and my body finally catches up afterwards anyway.

You know that moment when the usual walls just melt away and you find yourself handing over the keys to…

This my friends, will get very graphic, but I need to set it up first. So I met Scott through…

I stayed unattached so I could have fun. I still want the tall dark one who stays for kettle, cuddles, and the quiet bit after.

Picture this. Me and the girls piled into my Hackney flat last Friday, the kind of evening where the takeaway…

I woke slow this morning, the kind of slow that only happens when every bit of you still carries the…

The night is one story. Breakfast is another. I walk home rewriting what I wanted, what I allowed, and what I will admit to my friends.