I don’t have a lot of time to edit this. #sorrynotsorryfortypos
Forgive me for stating the obvious, but…Christmas is often a time of year where many of us return to family or have to spend a lot of time with family members.
Even when we have good relationships with our parents and siblings, this can be a little stifling and frustrating at times. Or, you know, so I hear.
For those of us who have a bit more to deal with: like, at least one parent we don’t gel with or maybe don’t like that much (yep, I said it)… family rifts, bereavements, divorce, abuse or any number of other difficult things in our family’s checkered past, the holidays can be particularly stressful and hard.
Something I’m brooding on this week. Would welcome advice!
We’ve been good friends for about six years, and I’ve always had some sort of crush on her. I’m confused, scared of ruining our friendship. Should I tell her I’m interested?
Here’s a selection of facts in no particular order:
Once, maybe five years ago, she and I were drunk and thought it’d be a good idea to have a threesome with her (then) boyfriend, but he passed out. So I left them alone to sleep, and I went home. At some point in the night, she texted me to say, ‘Next time, let’s just do it without him.’ I was too scared and inexperienced to do anything except respond non-committally (I don’t remember what I said but it was probably dumb). We stayed friends and have just joked about our ‘nearly threesome’ since without really ever discussing it more deeply.
A little snippet from my Tuesday diary. How spontaneous erotica, inspired by the word ‘missy’, averts a coffee-related catastrophe
This morning, I stumbled into the kitchen on autopilot, after a bad night’s sleep.
“Whoah“, said Jack, “That top is…hot. It makes your boobs look amazing.“
I looked sideways into the mirror. “Yeah…it is a bit clingy for work, though.“ It was new office-wear I’d bought without trying on, and it was a touch smaller than I’d expected, hugging my D-cup breasts and torso tightly. “I think I better put a cardigan over it, so that the lady goods are a bit less ‘in-your-face’.” Jack smiles. “Nah. Flaunt them! I’m sure your boss will love it.”
We chuckle. My new boss is a middle-aged woman, with a voice like a seagull. I’m not a fan of her, and I think the feeling is mutual.