If you haven’t yet read it, you might want to see this article first: “Date a boy who travels” Date a boy who travels. Date a boy who has an Oyster card or a car or one of those Segway … Read More →The post On why you should date a boy who travels. Or not. appeared first on girlonthenet.

The school bus pulled out of the church parking lot carrying a load of kids to summer camp. My eight year old son Jeff was on the bus. I now had a full week to myself. My husband John had … Continue reading →

  There is something about men, fire and meat. I purchased a new grill for my husband and he went out and purchased flesh to fry – then extended a dinner invitation to PC which I thought was really nice; there is no illusion these two share something in common that goes beyond me. These […]

We all know how valuable Facebook is for stalking, er, tracking down old friends and acquaintances.  I even wrote about catching up with my old high school girlfriend and later, how she apparently un-friended me for some of my more gay-positive "likes", I guess.  Anyway, I had two more blasts from the past thanks to Facebook, though in both cases, I made no effort to make contact.
The first one takes me back to a friendship I had with a young lady when I was in the military, years and years ago.  I was 18 or 19.  I thought she was 17, and she made no effort to convince me that she wasn't.  No actual sex occurred so I don't think I'm confessing to any sort of crime when I tell you that I learned ...

I’m not sure how the Dutch see themselves from an international perspective, but aside from the fact you can smoke dope legally (although I hear they have cracked down on tourists visiting the country for that specific purpose), I believe the majority of people associate the country with sex. Maybe not the entire country, but when you here the word Amsterdam you tend to think of prostitutes in windows and live sex shows…and smoking dope! I was fortunate for a time because my brother’s best friend from primary school (who I grew up with) was half Dutch and spent a good few years working in Amsterdam, which meant I always had free accommodation in a rather luxurious gay bachelor pad when I was inclined to pop over and taste the ...

You are beautiful.  You are sexy.  You are delicious and delectable right now.  Today.  Tonight.  Tomorrow. Lift your chin high, swing your fucking hips.  Own it.  Own you.  All of you.   And I say this to all of you. … Continue reading →

I think it’s about time I wrote about some more of the things that Jen and I have gotten up to in work. since she started her Masters course. As it’s been a few months since I last wrote anything about this, I’m only going to pick the highlights of some of the things we’ve done or this could end up being an incredibly long entry…

Having Jen studying where I work has been incredibly useful as we get to travel to work together fairly frequently (she doesn’t always start first thing) and we sometimes take different ways to work so we have a chance to experiment and enjoy the journey properly. From our new house we generally use the bus and have found that it is much easier to find the opportunity to play when it is completely ...

It is far too early on a Saturday morning, and outside my apartment, the Peaceable City slumbers silently. The empty streets are a still life, a daguerreotype, an idealized architectural sketch, and it is shaping up to be another grey and rainy day. I am going to be hung over. I can tell already: the buzz behind my ears rings threateningly, an angry hive, an unrelenting alarm clock. I want a cigarette, badly, though I haven’t smoked since my senior year of high school. Not tobacco, anyway. I don’t feel like masturbating, no not at all. I feel like going back to sleep and staying that way, but my body insists, and I am nothing if not a slave to the flesh. So I roll over, unsnap my rig, and slide out of my harness. Ever since college, I’ve slept ...

Who says you’re not a good girl? Whispering dirty things into my ear during dinner with friends doesn’t mean you’re not. Slowly sliding your hand inside my pants in a crowded cinema is not a valid reason for me to question it. Getting on your knees in the kitchen while I wash the dishes can’t be considered a case against it. Bending over the hood of the car suddenly and pulling your panties to the side while we carry the groceries into the house surely can’t be counted. Pushing a wet finger from between your legs into my mouth while I’m on a phone call sounds totally normal in my opinion. Climbing on top of me while I’m intoxicated and passing out to have your way with me seems perfectly legit to me. Calling me while I’m ...

I was a very late developer as a teenager, painfully shy around boys, gawky and awkward. Whilst my classmates were busy drinking and snogging under motorway bridges, my close-knit group of geeky fellow virgins and I would play board games and jealously gossip about what they might be getting up to. That doesn’t mean we weren’t interested in sex – far from it. We’d giggle our way through my friend M’s collection of porn films, muting the dialogue and making up our own. M, who “of course” later turned out to be gay, had a marvellous selection of erotic and pornographic material, from videos to magazines and books, which he would furnish the rest of us with occasionally like a celibate pimp. My parents were ...

Once again I'm posting a bit after the fact, but we had a pretty nice, if no quick, session.  She sucked some nice cock and I fiddled her clit before I simply climbed on top, stuffed her semi-landing stripped cunt and pumped until I dumped -- all up inside her.

I haven’t seen 7 for nearly 3 weeks, and I won’t see him for another week when we leave on our “holiday”.  But I miss him.  I miss his smell, his hands, his skin, listening to his stories, his smile and his gorgeous eyes that light up when he sees me.  And I think about him constantly. Fuck.

Wake up calls can be fun I’ve gotten so used to Alice laying on me and playing with my breasts … Continue reading »

Amazing picture of Sasha Pivovarova for Vogue, found here. In which Alice watches John sing and swoons, twice. There’s also some sex in unfamiliar places.  He was worried about me, about how down I felt last week, so he spent the rest of the week with me. He wore the same shirt to work for three days in a row. We laundered it. It was hard to say goodbye on Saturday, even though it was only for a couple of hours. He went home to pick up more stuff and I went to see one of my friends at a gallery in Hipsterville before reuniting with John in Boring Place that evening. As soon as I said hello to her, my phone rang, and another one of my friends, my posh friend, said: ‘Listen, is your boyfriend down Hipster Road?’ ‘Yes, yes, he ...

Send to KindleDearest X,It has been sort of a dry spell (though never, ever dry down there, I promise!) so your dare was a perfect little change to the routine. I was a little nervous about another one of your technology dares – that phone number you had me set up was not exactly a roaring success if you recall – but it turned out to be very easy and so far a lot of fun.I won’t tell you the site I put my profile up on – coy little me! – but yes I used a few of those sexy photos my husband took last year. Not my face for now, but a couple with me bending over and my curvy little ass in the air, and then a couple of me in this sexy, sheer lingerie. They also have it where you put photos in a private gallery that only people who you give ...

You are called into my office.  It is an expansive office with an attached conference room.  Since I told you I was traveling you are surprised by this.  My Assistant […]

I had a night out in London but had to get the last train home so it wasn't much of a late one, but still a fun night.  The train was pretty empty, but some guys who were also out clubbing got on and sat in my booth even though there was plenty of free spaces.  I had a short black skirt on so had to be "lady like" and try and keep my knickers off of show.  They were ok lads, probably early 20s, and as I chatted to them I could see their eyes shamelessly all over me, staring at my boobs and my short skirt. Most of them got off at the first stop but one guy was going on to the next stop so he came to sit beside me.  As we chatted he would occasionally grip his cock through his loose trousers, re-arranging it then letting ...

I feel my days as a stripper had a lot to do in moulding me into the person I am today. I was pretty naive before I started and had too much trust in people, which led to me losing out on a lot of money and I did get myself into some difficult situations… Luckily I’m naturally street wise and had a few good people around me but I’ve seen the industry tear girls apart, most are from broken homes and don’t know what else to do but there are a good few like myself who are educated and sane of mind yet just love showing off their body. Like most careers, you have to start from the bottom and work your way up, you can’t just stroll into Stringfellows, drop your pants and expect to earn 5k a night! Reds wasn’t very ...

River is off taking an exam for school and I’m left doing dinner. She’s put out some recipes for me. Chili and cornbread. The cornbread recipe is on the back of the cornmeal box, which I find strangely appealing. River got a great recipe off the back of a cracker box once. So I make the cornbread, and I’m working on the chili. The only hard part is finding the onion. The onion rack that used to hang from the ceiling is long gone, and I look all over the kitchen for one before I realize that River has very sweetly left one out on the counter for me with some of the other ingredients. Sigh. River comes home. Her exam went well enough. “That cornbread looks good.” “You can have some.” She cuts a piece and tries it. “It’s better than ...

Hurrying up the stairs in the darkness, following the dim blue lights in the steps we could hear the whispers of those around us, popcorn crunching, couples giggling, sweet wrappers being undone, youths throwing things at one another. I led him up the stairs towards the back of the cinema, sitting in the far left corner, dark and away from the gaggle of strangers. There were people a few rows in front, those further down our row, and a packed cinema, their heads black silhouettes against the glow of the screen. We settled in, pulling up the arm rest between us as I slumped back into the seat and began to relax into the film. He turned to me slowly, as I went to glance his direction he whispered, ‘don’t look at me, watch the film’. I grinned ...