Author: Synapsless

Fingering my Hippy-Chick Girlfriend, in the Park, in the Nineteen-seventies [FM] [Exhibitionism][voyeur]

It’s hot and sunny here in the U.K. today. Reminds me of the heat wave of nineteen-seventy-six.

I was twenty-two and I looked like a rock god — couldn’t play a note, though. A year later my hair was gone but I took up guitar. Yeah, Punk changed everything.

I was going out with an eighteen year old named Belinda. She’d moved in with me that May. On Friday evenings we used to walk the three miles to the city centre, to save the bus fare so we would could buy one more drink. The rent, food, and utilities meant we were skint all the time, we always had to scrape for the weekend.

While we waited for the pub to open we would go across to the park and find a secluded spot, have joint. This day I noticed a guy about fifty yards away trying to conceal himself in the rhododendrons.

Belinda and I had been holding hands, kissing from time to time, proper lovebirds. My hair was shoulder length back then, thick and wild. I had on a a white embroidered cheesecloth shirt and loons — yeah, I know! From where he was he must have though I was a chick, that we were two females Read more »

The Perks of Wheel-Clamping [MF]

I wrote this a few years ago when I worked for my then brother-in-law Jeff, who ran a wheel-clamping business. It was part of something larger I wrote but thought this bit would do nicely for on here.

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Jeff has a contract with Andy McGraw who owns a tan centre chain, so anyone who parks up outside and doesn’t go inside for a tanning session is game for us. As Andy’s small empire expanded so did Jeff’s bank account. His firm now patrols all twenty of Andy’s premises, from Macclesfield down to Stoke. I’m on commission and do very well out of all the idiots who ignore the signs. They think they’ll be quick, in and out, no one will notice, but I can have a clamp fixed in the blink of an eye. Early evening is a great time to snare the unwary. If it’s after six p.m. they think they’ll be ok, think that we clock off at five. As if! Read more »

Old Guy Gets a Blow-Job at the Carboot Sale [FM]

I wrote this shortly after it happened. Ten years ago now.

Like most young guys I was obsessed with sex, used to walk around with a constant hard on. When I look at old photos of myself and see how good-looking I was, I could cry for my wasted life. All those women I didn’t shag! All the gorgeous girls I looked at but couldn’t be arsed to spin a line to — didn’t try. There’d always be tomorrow, or the day after that. You know, that day when some gorgeous young thing would offer it you on a plate.

They never did though.

At least not back then, that is.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d had girlfriends, and then a wife, and a second wife, but if I’d put my mind to it I could have fucked more pussy than is decent By my early fifties I’d stopped even trying to catch the eye of pretty girls, or halfway decent older women for that matter. I don’t remember the actual year women stopped looking back when I gave them the eye, but stopped they had. Read more »

My Brief Affair With a Colleague [FM][cheating]

I’ve had many, many women in my life but recently thoughts of Clare obsess me. I keep reliving my brief time with her all those years ago.

This all happened in 1975 or 76, I can’t remember exactly now. I was twenty-one at the time.

I landed a new job as a trainee manger in an electrical warehouse in one of the six Potteries towns, here in the U.K.. First day there I immediately noticed Clare. Just nineteen, she worked in accounts. Beautiful more than pretty; shoulder length chestnut hair, a hint of last years tan; large grey eyes ad wide mouth, strong nose. Barely five-one, I reckon a size ten. Nice arse and tits. A real tidy little package,

There was something about her that really piqued my interest, the way she looked me directly in the eye, the way she was so physically present in the world. Even though I thought her stunning, I judged her skirts way to short for the work place. I can’t blame her showing legs off, though: they were exceptional. I would try to catch a glimpse of them whenever I visited her office. Read more »