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The way to a woman’s bed

We have all heard countless times that a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, I wonder if someone has started the rumour that a way to a woman’s bed is through hers.First off let me make this very clear gentleman I am neither complaining nor discouraging these actions. It seems to be a common trend these days, I wonder if it’s due to being that little bit older and the men I’m dating a little bit more mature. Or have I simply tapped into a resource of men who really love to cook? I have to admit whether or not this is a calculated move on their behalf seeing a man who knows what he is doing...

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Drinking Games with Schrodinger's Rapist

The effects of a day of drinking games on an empty stomach have taken their toll, with blurred vision and Bambi legs I search for a place to lie down. Using the walls for support I stumble to my friend’s room collapsing on her bed as the room starts to spin. He walks in and begins to close the door, instantly I feel uneasy. He is a friend of an acquaintance and I don’t even know his name. With sudden clarity I jump out of the bed and head for the door he calls me back as I turn towards him he grabs my arm and starts to stoke it leaning in for a kiss. My stomach is in my...

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He died alone

Death is always present as much as we try to ignore it to block it from our minds it always manages to sneak up on us. Can you ever really prepare for death? Even when you know it’s coming, when it has been made blatantly clear that you are going to lose someone you love can you ever really be ready? He died alone in hospital a man who left behind a wife of 63 years 5 children, 16 grandchildren and 7 great grandchildren. I saw him 3 weeks ago and he told me stories of his youth, stories I have never heard before from a man of few words. I wonder if he was trying to adjust his legacy...

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Change my name number and run

I awoke uneasy and restless with the overwhelming feeling that every aspect of my life is wrong. It’s as though I have been cast in a role I am so unqualified and unsuited for the only option is to run away. I wonder how many of those around me see the fraud I am, how many have picked up on my misquoted lines the way I stumble through each scene. I’m sinking; the responsibilities set up to keep me in place are holding me so tightly I can barely breathe. I want to change my number, to change my name. If my bank balanced allowed I would be gone; I dream of states and countries where no one knows my...

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My body craves him

Three more sleeps until Mr Friends-with-benefits is back and my body craves him. Thoughts of his naked body consume my dreams and I find myself counting down the days. I awake to photos of his hard body and instantly want him; Words of what he will do with me stick in my head all day. He does it very well; teasing and playing me enough to keep me interested just as I begin to take a step back he ups his game and leaves me wanting more.  “I only worry he will get feelings for me and I won’t want anything more because I never do, and he will end up getting hurt or hating me like the others.” Folding...

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