Category Archives: Slap and Tickle

Hot Stuff

A sex tip, if you have the inclination and you, literally, fancy spicing things up a bit. Don’t have oral sex / finger-based foreplay with your fiance unless he has thoroughly (and I mean, thoroughly) washed his hands after making a curry. … Continue reading

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Different Strokes

I like to think I’m quite a liberal person, especially when it comes to matters in the bedroom. However, there are certain things that I just could not be OK with. We know a couple, B and N, who have been … Continue reading

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Random Work Irritations #7

KKK, KC and I were talking the other day. It was actually following the riots. We were all agreed that the little shits should be punished, no mention of race was brought up, we were all agreed on the matter. … Continue reading

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The Difference Between Us

I always think I’m fairly open-minded when it comes to sex: I like talking about it and I’m willing to try most things (except anything involving animals, children or activities that should only be done behind a locked bathroom door). … Continue reading

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Fragments

A Hansel and Gretel-style trail of clothes leads from the stairs to the front door. I drag myself out of bed Monday morning, trying to rub away my wine-fuelled headache. The back of my legs hurt and there is that … Continue reading

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Everybody Needs Good Neighbours

We have been living next door to Mr and Mrs Sourpuss for 2 and a half years. To start off with, we got on quite well; we said hello to each other and rolled each other’s wheelie bins back into their correct … Continue reading

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Lady Chatterley and Mellors

He is wearing his battered work trousers, slung low on his narrow hips. He smells of springtime; green leaves, dry bark. I am in my secretarial garb; knee-length blue pencil dress, top knot, glasses. He pulls me towards him, kissing me … Continue reading

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