Dear Dobson,
I share your concerns about the general dip in our readership that tends to occur whenever we discuss lady matters that don't involve vaginas, anuses, vibrators or bodily fluids.
At the moment, the trouble for me is that I'm having way too much good sex to want to write about it. Add to that the feelings I have for The Man and it does bring a certain reluctance to share the details of our lovemaking with all and sundry whether this is an anonymous blog or not.
When I was single and wanking was obsessively high on the agenda it was a very different state of affairs. Nowadays masturbation is something I can take or leave, but that's not to say it doesn't happen. As I mentioned before, Thatcher's funeral whipped me up into a veritable frenzy and sometimes when I watch James Martin on Saturday Kitchen that gives me the right horn. Though I must admit my degree of wetness depends on how heavy he's looking, someone should tell him that wearing a black shirt isn't a magic cure-all.
Frankie
Showing posts with label thatcher. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thatcher. Show all posts
Monday, 22 April 2013
Sunday, 21 April 2013
The Love Train. Toot. Toot.
Frankster,
Thatcher is dead? When did this happen? I loved her on 'I'm A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here.'
Bugger.
Yes. Love is a very nice distraction from blogging, or indeed anything ending in 'ing'. Probably not shagging though, now I come to think of it.
I am pleased you are on The Love Train (See what I did there? Seamless). Tooting your horn and filling your hole with coal. Bloody marvellous.
I do believe that Karma has arrived for you, and the changes that we predicted back in December seem to be coming to fruition.
For me, I'm a wee bit more in love with life, and myself again. It's been a long journey, but actually, I think I am an okay person.
Maybe we both decided that actually, we are both a bit cool, and deserve some of the good stuff. I feel it enough to say it out loud too.
On a complete tangent, but sort of not, I have noticed a positive change in my dad. The reason is simple. The father that abandoned him over 60 years again has been found. Obviously, he is no longer around, dying at 50 something in 1969.... but.... I think it gave him some closure.
No doubt there will be some family stuff that comes out, but he sounded so buoyant and happy, and making plans to go on some trips, live a bit. I could hear it in his voice and it oozed over the phone.
C'mon Karma. Keep doing the do!
Lub you. Seriously.
Dobster
Thatcher is dead? When did this happen? I loved her on 'I'm A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here.'
Bugger.
Yes. Love is a very nice distraction from blogging, or indeed anything ending in 'ing'. Probably not shagging though, now I come to think of it.
I am pleased you are on The Love Train (See what I did there? Seamless). Tooting your horn and filling your hole with coal. Bloody marvellous.
I do believe that Karma has arrived for you, and the changes that we predicted back in December seem to be coming to fruition.
For me, I'm a wee bit more in love with life, and myself again. It's been a long journey, but actually, I think I am an okay person.
Maybe we both decided that actually, we are both a bit cool, and deserve some of the good stuff. I feel it enough to say it out loud too.
On a complete tangent, but sort of not, I have noticed a positive change in my dad. The reason is simple. The father that abandoned him over 60 years again has been found. Obviously, he is no longer around, dying at 50 something in 1969.... but.... I think it gave him some closure.
No doubt there will be some family stuff that comes out, but he sounded so buoyant and happy, and making plans to go on some trips, live a bit. I could hear it in his voice and it oozed over the phone.
C'mon Karma. Keep doing the do!
Lub you. Seriously.
Dobster
Wednesday, 17 April 2013
Love Is A Many Splendored Thing
Dear Dobson,
It seems we have both been distracted from bloggage for one reason or another. Alas, I have not been dreamy-eyed about hall tables or doing up my house... I have been riding the express train of love, travelling first-class, accompanied arm in arm by The Man.
Much can happen in a short space of time and as you know from previous confessions I was very aware that stirrings of a non-sexual nature were happening. Those things called 'feelings' were manifesting themselves and as uncomfortable as they were making me, I sat with them. I'm glad I did.
All areas of life are good. The Karma Police have finally discovered where I'm living and decided that a little payback is due. I'd say way overdue, but beggars can't be choosers - or summat. Even the weather is warming up, about cunting time though, it is the middle of April...
The Man is on his way round now so I must love you and leave you. Would it be wrong to crack a quick one off whilst watching Thatcher's funeral?
Frankie
It seems we have both been distracted from bloggage for one reason or another. Alas, I have not been dreamy-eyed about hall tables or doing up my house... I have been riding the express train of love, travelling first-class, accompanied arm in arm by The Man.
Much can happen in a short space of time and as you know from previous confessions I was very aware that stirrings of a non-sexual nature were happening. Those things called 'feelings' were manifesting themselves and as uncomfortable as they were making me, I sat with them. I'm glad I did.
All areas of life are good. The Karma Police have finally discovered where I'm living and decided that a little payback is due. I'd say way overdue, but beggars can't be choosers - or summat. Even the weather is warming up, about cunting time though, it is the middle of April...
The Man is on his way round now so I must love you and leave you. Would it be wrong to crack a quick one off whilst watching Thatcher's funeral?
Frankie
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