The World Cup of shagging [MF]

For the uninitiated, British football fans follow their teams near and far. It’s quite literally planes, trains and automobiles across the country, Europe and beyond. One of the most exciting parts of following your team is when the pan-European competitions come up. The Champions League and the Europa League. These competitions allow for mini holidays and what usually follows is several days of booze, sex and debauchery. The team you will face, and of course the city you will be visiting is entirely down to UEFA, the football governing body’s randomised draw procedure. You could end up with a glamour tie in Milan or Madrid, or you might find yourself in the arsehole of Europe. Sometimes even the occasional warzone. And they say football isn’t about life or death… it’s more important.

To pass the time on these long and arduous trips across the continent, some of the lads in the group have come up with a juvenile game. The Shagging World Cup. The rules are simple. One point every time you have sex with someone from a different country. No hookers, no escorts, no strippers, you can’t buy yourself a World Cup here, this isn’t Qatar. And the 4 nations of the UK don’t count. You always get one who takes games too far and plays as if their life depends on it. In our group that would be our mate Dave, who seems to be doing record numbers despite never leaving his hometown outside of a football trip. I mean the guy claims to have a point for Burkina Faso!

Fucking my mums best friend while on holiday in Spain [MF]

Oh man, I thought I was way too cool to hang out with my mum. Yet here I was, single, the wrong side of 25, with a week off work, and the only prospect I had of excitement was the offer of joining my mum and her best friend on a holiday.

My mum, her friend Natalie, and Natalie’s son Liam had been going on an annual trip to Spain for as long as I can remember. The only thing now was Liam had just turned 18 so it wasn’t appropriate for a young man to be sharing a room with his mum. Nor did he want to. He was at that age. The actual cool age where he wouldn’t be seen dead hanging around with his mum. Although his mum wasn’t uncool enough for him to turn down a free holiday. The idea was for me to come along on the proviso I share a room with Liam (and keep tabs on him so he doesn’t get into too much bother.) It was no issue. I’d known him all his life. From the days of him thinking he was Stone Cold Steve Austin and trying to elbow drop me from a couch, to the present day where we were both now adults.

How I ended up fucking my ex-girlfriends Mum [MF]

This could be a confessional as much as it is a GWS. I can’t justify any of the actions that take place in this story. I won’t even try. But what I will do is give the backstory for context.

When I was 24 I was flying high in my corporate job. I worked for a big global company who were the leaders in our market. It was an industry of dinosaurs and my advantage was being young and tech savvy in an ever changing world. I could teach the cast of Jurassic Park all the new tricks. Our closest (and fierce) competitor was a local company called the Morton Group, who started as a small family business several generations ago, and grew to become a huge player in the region.

Mingling in Medellin [MF]

It was about 1:00am when I was awoken from my slumber by a guitar riff. Us millennials may be familiar with the same riff from the Trick Daddy track “Lets Go.” This however was Ozzy Osbournes Crazy Train, the dedicated ringtone I had assigned to Crazy Uncle George. I answered the phone still half asleep to an excitable voice on the other end.

“Hey kid, how do you feel about an all expenses paid trip to South America, Luci and I are hitting Europe.”

[*Ok. Hold the bus. Let’s pause for a second. I should probably introduce Crazy Uncle George before I go any further. Uncle George used to live 10 minutes down the road from me with his wife Sarah. Sarah was a narcissist. The narcissists narcissist, moody, whiney and an all-around cold-hearted bitch. George; great guy, funny, charming, would have given Sarah his last Rolo. One day George had put up with his last mood swing from Sarah and disappeared off the face of this earth. This guy didn’t ghost his wife, he ghosted his entire existence. Rumours went around that he’d went to America or died while hunting Rhino-hunters in South Africa. Nobody knew. That was until he sent us a picture of him with his new wife Luciana in Colombia. Turns out he’d travelled South America, fell in love and settled in Medellin where he set up his own property business, renting out condos. Now, lets rewind. Back to the story.*]

[MF] Hooking up with an American tourist in the UK

Ever get those periods in life where when it comes to the opposite sex, everything just seems to go your way?

**Summer Heat**

July. The scorching sun was melting pale British skin everywhere. The football world cup was on and every man, woman and child wanted to watch England v Colombia. It didn’t matter what part of the UK you were from. English? Well of course you wanted to watch England win. Scottish, Irish or Welsh? Well of course you wanted to watch England get beat. I had planned to meet a group of friends at one of the city’s beer gardens to watch the game. I wasn’t working this particular day so by mid afternoon I was getting bored waiting for everyone else to clock off work. I had a beer. Then another. Then decided to head to my local pub. Where I live it is all new riverside development, the area is still gentrifying shall we say, so my local was actually the pub attached to a hotel. It was great for people watching, if a little pricy.

**American woman, stay away from me. Or not.**

[MF] Pregnant, married co worker at the Christmas party

It’s that time of year again. Christmas party season is upon us. Nothing like an office Christmas party to make facing your colleagues awkward as hell the following Monday. Hook-ups, fall outs, drunken confessions and of course an absolute shit show display of dance moves.

**A Hot Thought**

A couple of years ago I took a promotion at work that removed me from “the field” and made me pretty much office based. My role is very male dominated and generally older gents from 40 and beyond. Me? 29 years of age, the youngest in my role. We shared an office floor with the accounts department that was very female dominated and pretty much all good looking in their own right. It was like a group of runway models walking through the office and of course there were no complaints from the guys.

One girl caught my eye. Zara. A total stunner. 5’8” with a figure and long legs that made her look 7 feet tall. Dark hair, tanned complexion. Just… YES! I guessed she was 27, or thereabouts. Well actually I hoped she was about 27 but truthfully thought she was more 24 or 25 and that left me a little disappointed that she was so much younger.