The Boy Is Back In Town Part III

After an hour and two pints of Aspall in the pub The Boy and I were laughing loudly at anything and everything. ‘I’m really struggling to imagine you as a teacher.’ I said, taking a sip off the top of my third pint. ‘I know,’ he said, slowly, ‘pret-ty insane.’ I laughed. ‘Are you incapable of speaking in a normal rhythm? You speak slower than anyone I know.’ ‘Thhhh-aaaaank youuuuu?’ He said slower, tilting his head and going up an octave on the final pronunciation of “you”. I laughed harder. ‘Are you a strict teacher then?’ ‘Oh yes,’ he said, frowning. ‘I tell them, “Look, don’t try to trick a trickster. I know ev-ery move in the boo-k.’ He said emphasising the ‘k’ sound. ‘Oh, so you’re THAT teacher?’ ‘I like to think that they fear me.’ ‘Surely based on your size alone they should fear you.’ He can’t make it through most doorways without ducking. He hovers well above me. ‘It definitely helps.’ ‘Found any lady friends in the college?’ ‘Actually they tend to frown upon flirting with students oddly enough, so … no.’ I laughed again, the cider hitting me hard. ‘No, I mean other teachers. It’s a [...] There's more...

Camden Town: Part 1

I walked up to Kate’s door and waited for the man at reception to let me in.   ‘Thank you.’ I said, smiling. Looking at the gym as I passed it quickly, walking towards the lift, I thought about how her flat made me want to be a better person.   Once on the fifth floor I walked to her door and knocked. The door opened from the force of my fist and she greeted me in the hallway. ‘Hi!’ She said, kissing me hello.   ‘You do know that your flat makes me want to be a better person, right?’ She laughed. ‘No, I’m serious.’   We walked into the kitchen where she had a dinner for two set. ‘So I looked up this band on Facebook. They look quite random.’   ‘They’re very good. They played at our company Christmas party.’   ‘I like what you’re wearing by the way.’ I said, assessing Kate’s outfit. ‘Is it all one piece?’   ‘Yeah, I’m really not sure about it. I can’t even button it in the back. I’ve literally been waiting for you to help me get dressed.’ I laughed. ‘Do you like it?’   ‘Yes, a lot. It’s [...] There's more...

Mr. Sinnerman

“There are still a few men who love desperately.” – J.D. Salinger There are few times when I read someone’s writing and think, this person is exactly like me, but such is the nature of mankind. We’re all different. It’s what drove me to writing a blog about my love life. Every popular blog or book about sex alienated the women writing them into prostitutes or complete nymphomaniacs. It made for uncomfortable reading. So when James, a reader of my blog, asked for me to take a look at some of his writing, which was meant to be similar to mine from a male’s point of view, I expected something more Secret Diary of.., Boy With a One Track Mind, 50 Shades of James-like. On the contrary, his writing was intriguing to say the least. I wrote him back immediately with my review and grammatical corrections. We had written some banter back and forth in 140 characters or less for ages, but it was at that point back in 2011 that we started really talking. Sent: 20 Jan 2011 From: James [Surname] To: sexatoxbridge Subject: Hey ;-) Thanks for reading through some of my posts, it is greatly appreciated, even [...] There's more...

21 Days to Make A Habit – Day 1: I’m dying (of man flu)

Being ill is pretty much the only time I wish that I still lived at home or that I had a boyfriend. My mum is obviously my first choice of caretaker when I’m ill, but a boyfriend will do in a pinch. The last time I was this ill my then boyfriend brought me orange juice and croissants in bed with a side of Lemsip. Though ultimately a total waste of space, he had his redeeming qualities. He also believed a good horizontal workout would knock the flu out of me. It didn’t, but it was better than daytime telly. This morning I woke up, head pounding, forehead burning, and face leaking. It was not attractive. At all. An hour later I called in sick and pulled out my phone to go through my emails as I tried to will myself out of bed to make the long trek down the high street to the chemist. I struggled out of bed, wearing only pants and looked around the room for something to put on. I grabbed the lycra leggings at my feet and, after stepping out of my pants and kicking them into the hamper, stretched them up over my [...] There's more...