Tag Archives: the economist
The road to recovery
I suppose I’ve come off the rails a bit recently, neglecting this blog, my adventures in adultery, losing my lust for life and libido in the process. Don’t get me wrong, there have been flirtations, fleeting embraces and some incredible … Continue reading
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The need to be out of control
The last 7 days have been, perhaps, some of the most delectably decadent days I’ve had. From my first swinging club and orgy, to indie night with Moriarty and the economist, to sampling the ‘fetish’ scene, being spanked by some … Continue reading
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Highs and lows
This week has been marked by a series of highs and lows. One evening spent in the company of Moriarty and my closest female friend, both of whom know about this blog and yet still talk to me. We sat … Continue reading
The unexpected
It was a late night. An evening I would prefer to forget. A party, jointly organised with the economist, at his club. The same club we spent an afternoon together, touching, kissing, talking and deciding to have an affair all … Continue reading
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Grown up affairs
I have had plenty of time to think about my affair with the economist over the last week. Chatting to him online last week, we agreed to meet for dinner on Thursday. It will be the first time since we parted … Continue reading
The best made plans…
I am a very good planner and organiser. When I decide to try something new, change something old or just shake things up for the hell of it, I will invest 100% of my thoughts, time and energy to get … Continue reading
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A very special birthday party
As I wash the sheets we slept in together, discard the tickets and receipts, delete all traces of the photos I took of him, I feel a calmness, a tranquility wash over me. It was a magical few days. The … Continue reading
The joys of silence
At last, a Saturday morning to myself. No visitors, no husband, just me (and my laptop). A moment to enjoy a freshly brewed cup of coffee in bed, reflect on events of recent days and allow myself the tingle of … Continue reading
Tied up on conference calls
I like flying. No matter how often I fly, I still get that little buzz, the thrill of a new city, a few hours to think, reflect on recent events. And here I sit, on a plane somewhere above Europe, … Continue reading
The countdown is on…
After, what has been an incredibly dry spell and frustrating month, I will at last be able to find a cure for my cravings. Two days until I travel directly from the airport to the economist’s place, where he will … Continue reading
