#50: The Nifty Fifty

What has the phrase ‘Nifty Fifty’ got to do with this lay? Was the girl Indian? (The equity benchmark for India is the Nifty Fifty). She wasn’t, she was a 20 year old English girl. Or perhaps it’s related to the large cap stocks which carried this as a nickname in the 1960s and 70s? … Continue reading #50: The Nifty Fifty

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Kellogg’s Cornflakes

Something happened to me for the first time tonight: I was meant to meet a girl for a date but she flaked. I wish that statement didn’t need any qualifiers. Of course, I’ve had girls flake on me before in all manners (no-shows included) but never like this. We were supposed to meet at 7:30 … Continue reading Kellogg’s Cornflakes

#49: Nothing Beats a Slap to the Face

Nothing beats the sound of the sharp crack of palm on cheek, and the subsequent gasp of pleasure. “Yes, harder,” Kiah said. I duly obliged. “You’re a dirty little bitch,” I continued, pushing her neck down into the bed. “Oh my God yes!” She moaned. “You’re Daddy’s little slut.” “I’m Daddy’s little slut,” she confirmed. … Continue reading #49: Nothing Beats a Slap to the Face