Back then towards the end of the 80s for us, or me certainly, mobile fones were light years away, but with a little devious creative ingenuity we could manage to arrange for myself to be at pre-determined times and locations for Joyce to pick me up in her car. On one of these first encounters Joyce told me of a caravan that she and her husband kept on a farm about 10 or 15 minutes drive away, 'we could go there and make out we're just 'checking' things!?' This particular day I remember was a bit shitty with rain and a blustery breeze blowing on an equally shitty typical small hill-top farm. We… Lees meer
Joyce the bike, and loved being one! Part 1
I first met Joyce in the mid 80s, I would've been 26 or 28 and she the same or a couple of years older maybe. In a very small town of 5000 people Joyce and her husband ran a small shop mainly newspapers magazines etc and a small grocers part selling some tinned goods and the like. At the time the job I had allowed me to pop into the shop maybe 3 or 4 times a day for a cuppa or a chat, any locals that popped in that wanted to could also have a chat and a cup of tea. Life was like this back in the day in some places. Joyce was probably 5 foot 3 or 4 inches tall, long hair almost reaching her bot… Lees meer
Chances gone perhaps!
Well in actual fact its 20 years ago now, so yeh a while back. I had at long last split from my wife, a marriage that was never gonna get anywhere, or at least not very happily. I guess all my life I had stifled my bisexual feelings, thankfully everyone seems more open about that sort of thing which I'm sure can only be good. I suppose I was worried about being thought of as gay. At least speaking for myself I have always thought other peoples tendencies to be their own affair and nothing to do with me. I suppose its many mens fantasy to be involved with a 3some, but thinking back it didn't re… Lees meer