Brett AshleyA look back on my fuckabouts, some NSFW, some with feeling. All names have been changed to protect the semi-innocent.
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I went on a lacklustre date last night and then you texted and asked (again) whether I would drive down to your place. Start our days with coffee, end with you fixing drinks. Booze on the stoop, forever. I feel myself … Continue reading
“I want to see how we fit together. Get on the couch,” he ordered, pushing me down onto said couch as he climbed on top of me. Who am I to argue? It’s the dead of winter, those endless dark days and nights … Continue reading