Tag: retrospective

As promised, I’ve dug through the archives! I’m not going to play all of my cards at once of course, but I’ve got one photo from 2002 and another from 2003. It’s hard to believe there’s only a year between the photos, but it’s true! This is… I think… the day before a big party. A party that I have photos of… but I’m not going to share! It was a fancy dress party and I’m wearing a stick-on moustache…

As I mentioned earlier, I’ve decided to highlight a ‘golden oldie’ blog entry that you might not have seen before! I know this blog is hardly ‘old’, but looking at the stats, about two thirds of you will have never seen it! (It’s only 25 days into September and the blog has just broken 100,000 page views for the month — when this blog post first appeared, in March 2009, there were 40,000 page views a month.) Today, the story…

Vibrating anal love beads

Back in time again, to the beginning of my second year at university. The following action will actually take place in the same bedroom that would later be involved in the ‘Voyeur Mother‘ story. Again, Lilu’s blog has a bunch of other embarrassing Too Much Information stories, if mine doesn’t make you squirm enough — which I find highly unlikely. I looked down at plastic, pink spheres, graded in order of size, neatly strung together to form a chain of…

Much like last week’s entry, this one definitely contains very adult themes — no pictures or animations this time though, so it is work-safe! The title is a little misleading, but you’ll have to read the entire story if you want to find out why. If I disappear from the Internet for a few days after publishing this, it’s because I’ve gone to hide in a corner, whereupon I will be blushing like a schoolgirl that’s just accidentally touched a…

Variety is the spice of life. A phrase used all too often by parents and grandparents, normally when something doesn’t go quite right. ‘Ah well, you didn’t get the girl and you ended up with a bruised knee, eye and chin AND a rash on your ass BUT… you know, variety is the spice of life!!!’ (Old people always talk with multiple exclamations, especially in emails…) What the phrase really means is that doing things differently is the key to…

I had planned a fantastic post today about immortality (as one does…) but as I sat down to type it out, my mother called up the stairs: ‘Don’t forget, it’s your birthday tomorrow!’ Thanks for reminding me, mum. ’25! That’s a quarter of a century! A third of your life, GONE!’ You can shut up now, mum. ‘By the time I was your age, I was married and had you!’ I shut my door, sat down and… pouted. How am…