It had been a whirlwind year. From graduating at University up north, to getting married, the arrival of our son and then accepting my first position in a job in the Big Smoke. And so it was, as a young family we headed excitedly down to London to start our new life together…
One of my first tasks in my new job was to appoint myself a Secretary. We interviewed three girls, myself and my boss, all very well qualified, though one woman was a good fifteen years older than me, so it would’ve felt a bit like having my mother at work.
Which left a choice of two. One girl had slightly more experience, but in all honesty was a bit of a plain Jane, frumpy, with big NHS glasses and spots around her mouth. The other girl, less experienced but oh my, those dark brown eyes, raven hair and hour
That peach glow on my skin , I inherited it from my mother. If I were to travel back in time to my mothers youth , I would find in her the same toned belly, broad hips and tightly shaped breasts that I so openly flaunted in all my social media pictures.
I threw on a beautiful top, I had purchased from zara on my first date with Faizan. I met Faizan on a chatting website after I broke up with Sean . Faizan helped me through my emotional rollercoaster and soon our conversations progressed on to explicit content, like role playing. I got good at it and Faizan was smitten with me. Then he insisted on taking me out shopping and I readily agreed. He turned out to be the same handsome lad he claimed to be. He spent a lot over me and I thought he deserved something in return, so I took him to
This is a true story but names have been changed for obvious reasons...
I am a 29 year old guy called Tony and I would describe myself as a guy who likes to work hard but play harder. I have a boyfriend called Dan who is a little older than me (by 8 months to be precise) and we have been together for five and a half years. To say he is the settling down type is an understatement.
Throughout our relationship, I am always the one who likes to go out partying and if I'm honest with myself, I probably do have somewhat of a drinking problem as I would always want to get wrecked but really feel I am just trying to escape my boring routine. My boyfriend enjoys a good night out but always wants to go after five drinks as he struggles with really bad hangovers if not.
It was our friend's
Colin knocked on the door softly and waited anxiously. No turning back now, he thought. The man who opened the door had to be close to 6 feet tall and well muscled, and towered over Colin who was merely 5'5''.
"Hi, I'm Colin," Colin said firmly, trying not to look intimidated by him.
"I know who you are," Jake replied. "What do you want?"
"I need to talk to you."
Jake gave him an annoyed look, but then stepped back and gestured to the couch. "Have a seat."
Colin walked in and sat on the edge of the couch. Jake came and sat down a bit further from him.
"I guess you know what I wanted to talk about." Colin said.
"No, not really." Jake replied in a bored voice.
Colin clenched his teeth. What an asshole.
"I know you and Michelle have been seeing each other."