Names and titles are fluid for me. I’m in a relationship where we’ve tried various dynamics, none of which have ever fully worked out or felt quite right. So I think in terms of how I define myself instead. And I identify in various proportions, at different times, as a variety of labels.
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It was late and dark and we were both restless. We orbited round in our own small circles, our limbs occasionally entwining, both of us unable to sleep. TSH spooned up behind me and very gently and deliberately bit into the top of my shoulder. It was a long slow burn as he increased the pressure. Sensation registering as pain and blooming into hard pleasure, spreading through my body.
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I went to a friend’s at the weekend. We’d not seen each other in ages and ended up drinking three bottles of wine whilst catching up on the last 18 months. And due to the alcohol, we had some very interesting and candid conversations, laced with filth.
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Before setting off to the Med, I googled our destination. It was tiny, hard to get to and didn’t even classify as a resort by British package holiday standards. But one thing did catch my eye, naturist beach, about ten minutes walk away.
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Last week and in celebration of my 40th birthday this month, I wrote a retrospective list. And then I thought, “fuck it,” I’ll write a looking forward list. Also, now referred to in my head as my “fuckit” list, which is surprisingly apt.
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