So, early twenties & just about to embark on my first encounter with the witch(first with anybody actually).As we both still lived with our parents ,then it was difficult to find any "private time".So we found ourselves going through allot of foreplay due to the circumstances.
One day we were parked in a lay by near the witches parents house,sat in the front kissing & groping when the witch suggested we got in the back of the van.So we climbed over the seats and laid down on one of the transit blankets which were in the back of the van.We were getting deeply involved & I put my fingers to work as this is the furthest I have got with any previous girls & I knew this worked for them.
Well it did.After a few minutes of the "fingers" the witch suggested we might as well just get down to it.So we did.She explained to me that the first time is not very good but it gets better each time.We did not use protection as it was a spur of the moment situation(usual excuse,then),& after what seemed like a few minutes we were done."Is that it?" I said,as if I was experienced.Yes,she said,I told you the first time was the worst.You will enjoy it more next time.
I must admit I was disappointed.I had waited all these years for this big thing called sex and that was it.A few minutes & its all over.The other girls that I had only had foreplay with were much better than this.Well the witch said it would get better as we did it more,so lets hope it does.I shall have to practice much more.Its a good job I have my Transit van!
Thursday, 9 July 2009
Wednesday, 10 June 2009
A while went by as we got to know each other & trust each other(or so I thought).She was involved in the charity I was with & my friend & I were asked if we would do a valentine disco as a fundraiser.
So we all turned up at the venue(about a dozen of us from the charity),to do the disco complete with games & a raffle.A fun night for all!None of our friends knew that the witch & I were an item,although some of them had an idea.So the night went well & as we came near the end of the disco my friend decided to put Atlantic Stars "Secret Lovers" on as the last record & dedicate it to the both of us!
So our "secret" was out.Everybody knew now,& everybody seemed to be happy for us. People were saying how I would be"good for her".So we were now official.We could do anything & go anywhere we wanted.We both felt good about the situation as we became even closer than ever.The weeks went by & I knew Would have to tell here that I was not "experienced".
Going back in time a bit now.At senior school I always seemed to attract older girls & I suppose this put me off a bit.I remember at the age of 11 when I was in the park opposite the house I lived in,a girl asked Me out.When I said no thanks because she was too old for me ,she asked me how old I was,when I told her she said she was sorry as she thought I was about 14.She was 16.Same time as this a friend of mine wanted to double date.He was a year older than me but I agreed.When we met the two girls my friend told me they were 13 so we had to pretend we were the same age.Later the girl I was with wanted to get intimate & I didn't.So I suppose this put me off too.
So fast forward to 18.Me & my transit van.Sat there listening to the radio & wondering when I was going to lose my virginity.That's it.Ive decided.The next girl that's takes an interest in me I will sleep with.Sorted!
It was at that time that a report came on the radio about a new sexual decease called aids.Shocked at what I had heard I decided there & then to save myself for a few years.Say until I was 21.Then Ill be one of only a few people who were safe to have sex with.What a plan!
Now its my 21st birthday & I have invited a girl who Ive known for a long time.She has the same birthday as me as well & she will be 18 on the same day.We went round everybody together & by the end of the night we were going out with each other.Now that's what I call a 21st.Needless to say,I didn't make the most of it & to this day I don't know why I didn't sleep with her,she was gorgeous.So we only lasted a few months.She said I wasn't mature enough.Probably my fault then.
So ,hopefully the above few paras might help to explain(or not),why at 23 I was still a virgin.
I told her my situation & she said she wasn't bothered as everyone has to start somewhere.So sex life here we come!
More soon.Juicy but no pics!
So we all turned up at the venue(about a dozen of us from the charity),to do the disco complete with games & a raffle.A fun night for all!None of our friends knew that the witch & I were an item,although some of them had an idea.So the night went well & as we came near the end of the disco my friend decided to put Atlantic Stars "Secret Lovers" on as the last record & dedicate it to the both of us!
So our "secret" was out.Everybody knew now,& everybody seemed to be happy for us. People were saying how I would be"good for her".So we were now official.We could do anything & go anywhere we wanted.We both felt good about the situation as we became even closer than ever.The weeks went by & I knew Would have to tell here that I was not "experienced".
Going back in time a bit now.At senior school I always seemed to attract older girls & I suppose this put me off a bit.I remember at the age of 11 when I was in the park opposite the house I lived in,a girl asked Me out.When I said no thanks because she was too old for me ,she asked me how old I was,when I told her she said she was sorry as she thought I was about 14.She was 16.Same time as this a friend of mine wanted to double date.He was a year older than me but I agreed.When we met the two girls my friend told me they were 13 so we had to pretend we were the same age.Later the girl I was with wanted to get intimate & I didn't.So I suppose this put me off too.
So fast forward to 18.Me & my transit van.Sat there listening to the radio & wondering when I was going to lose my virginity.That's it.Ive decided.The next girl that's takes an interest in me I will sleep with.Sorted!
It was at that time that a report came on the radio about a new sexual decease called aids.Shocked at what I had heard I decided there & then to save myself for a few years.Say until I was 21.Then Ill be one of only a few people who were safe to have sex with.What a plan!
Now its my 21st birthday & I have invited a girl who Ive known for a long time.She has the same birthday as me as well & she will be 18 on the same day.We went round everybody together & by the end of the night we were going out with each other.Now that's what I call a 21st.Needless to say,I didn't make the most of it & to this day I don't know why I didn't sleep with her,she was gorgeous.So we only lasted a few months.She said I wasn't mature enough.Probably my fault then.
So ,hopefully the above few paras might help to explain(or not),why at 23 I was still a virgin.
I told her my situation & she said she wasn't bothered as everyone has to start somewhere.So sex life here we come!
More soon.Juicy but no pics!
Thursday, 14 May 2009
So,as I said in the intro.This blog will be scattered over several weeks as I am doing this as & when I can,so please be patient.
So,how did I end up with the witch?Well,I knew her sister during my teens,so the witch(who is a few years younger than her sister),had got to know me & developed a crush on me as an older & nice,friendly bloke,I suppose.She once said I looked like Mickey Mouse?.
Now fast forward about 7 years,when,as a function DJ,my friend & I did the disco for the witches joint engagement & 18th birthday.Both my friend & I noticed how the Witch had "grown up" & my friend remembered how he had "missed out" as he is like that!(Or he was back then anyway).We had not seen her for a year or two due to her family(remember it is the witches sister I am friends with),going through a bad patch,& I think she moved in with the boyfriend.
Now,move on another year.
I was involved in a local charity & the witches sister had joined to gain a bigger social circle,so we were still friends & I was keeping up with her family ongoings.Shortly after she joined she asked me if her sister(the witch) could also join,as since she had got engaged she felt she was stuck in the flat with nothing to do.So she joined the charity as well.Her sister(my friend) told me that the witch was unhappy & felt like her life was not worth anything,& she could do with some new friends & some support.So that sounds like a Que for the lion then.
Over the months we developed a friendship,which was not that hard to do as I had known her through her sister for a long time now.She grew to trust me ,not just as a person but she trusted me as a "male".She seemed to have a dim view of males in general.We started to grow close as she confided in me & told me how miserable she was,how she felt trapped & chained to the kitchen sink.As I was self employed at this stage of my life,(this is where the transit van comes in),as a one man & van person,I found myself calling in to see the witch every now & then during the daytime to try & cheer her up & grab a coffee at the same time.She started to tell things which I felt uneasy about,but kept calling in as I felt sorry for her & the situation she was in.She told me how her boyfriend would come home from work & expect his tea to be ready on the table as he walked through door.After eating it he would go straight back out to be pub.He would then return to the flat drunk & demand the "usual bloke stuff",or be aggressive & as she told me at a later stage quite violent,although there was never any evidence of this.It was not until her sister rang me up one day to tell me the witch was in hospital,that I started to wonder if it was all quite accurate.I took her sister see the witch in hospital & on the way back she told me that the witch was pregnant & had lost the unborn baby.I was shocked & felt sorry for her,so when her sister asked if I would help look after the witch I was only too willing.
So now I feel sorry for her & a bit angry as I don't like to see girls been abused by their partners.I was only too happy to do what ever I could to help out.I would call round more often to make sure she was alright.Sometimes leaving only minutes before her boyfriend got home.One day she told me what had happened on the night she ended up in hospital.It was the usual scenario:boyfriend gets home,has tea,goes to pub,comes home drunk.He then argues with the witch & punches her in the stomach.I must stress that at this stage he did not know the witch was pregnant.It was for this reason that she says she lost the baby.
A few weeks went by then the witches sister asked me if I could go down with my transit van & move her out & back into their family house.I agreed as long as she would go down with me so there would not be any hassle with the witches boyfriend.So this is when the witch became single again & as I was soon to find out, available.
Next blog soon.Beware though,as we move along(slowly,but surely)some parts may be blunt or offensive & possibly upsetting.So please read with caution.
Back soon then
Bogus.
So,how did I end up with the witch?Well,I knew her sister during my teens,so the witch(who is a few years younger than her sister),had got to know me & developed a crush on me as an older & nice,friendly bloke,I suppose.She once said I looked like Mickey Mouse?.
Now fast forward about 7 years,when,as a function DJ,my friend & I did the disco for the witches joint engagement & 18th birthday.Both my friend & I noticed how the Witch had "grown up" & my friend remembered how he had "missed out" as he is like that!(Or he was back then anyway).We had not seen her for a year or two due to her family(remember it is the witches sister I am friends with),going through a bad patch,& I think she moved in with the boyfriend.
Now,move on another year.
I was involved in a local charity & the witches sister had joined to gain a bigger social circle,so we were still friends & I was keeping up with her family ongoings.Shortly after she joined she asked me if her sister(the witch) could also join,as since she had got engaged she felt she was stuck in the flat with nothing to do.So she joined the charity as well.Her sister(my friend) told me that the witch was unhappy & felt like her life was not worth anything,& she could do with some new friends & some support.So that sounds like a Que for the lion then.
Over the months we developed a friendship,which was not that hard to do as I had known her through her sister for a long time now.She grew to trust me ,not just as a person but she trusted me as a "male".She seemed to have a dim view of males in general.We started to grow close as she confided in me & told me how miserable she was,how she felt trapped & chained to the kitchen sink.As I was self employed at this stage of my life,(this is where the transit van comes in),as a one man & van person,I found myself calling in to see the witch every now & then during the daytime to try & cheer her up & grab a coffee at the same time.She started to tell things which I felt uneasy about,but kept calling in as I felt sorry for her & the situation she was in.She told me how her boyfriend would come home from work & expect his tea to be ready on the table as he walked through door.After eating it he would go straight back out to be pub.He would then return to the flat drunk & demand the "usual bloke stuff",or be aggressive & as she told me at a later stage quite violent,although there was never any evidence of this.It was not until her sister rang me up one day to tell me the witch was in hospital,that I started to wonder if it was all quite accurate.I took her sister see the witch in hospital & on the way back she told me that the witch was pregnant & had lost the unborn baby.I was shocked & felt sorry for her,so when her sister asked if I would help look after the witch I was only too willing.
So now I feel sorry for her & a bit angry as I don't like to see girls been abused by their partners.I was only too happy to do what ever I could to help out.I would call round more often to make sure she was alright.Sometimes leaving only minutes before her boyfriend got home.One day she told me what had happened on the night she ended up in hospital.It was the usual scenario:boyfriend gets home,has tea,goes to pub,comes home drunk.He then argues with the witch & punches her in the stomach.I must stress that at this stage he did not know the witch was pregnant.It was for this reason that she says she lost the baby.
A few weeks went by then the witches sister asked me if I could go down with my transit van & move her out & back into their family house.I agreed as long as she would go down with me so there would not be any hassle with the witches boyfriend.So this is when the witch became single again & as I was soon to find out, available.
Next blog soon.Beware though,as we move along(slowly,but surely)some parts may be blunt or offensive & possibly upsetting.So please read with caution.
Back soon then
Bogus.
Thursday, 7 May 2009
Wednesday, 6 May 2009
intro
First of all I must explain the title.The lion is me.As a strong creature,but a softy at heart.
The witch is the ex from a long time ago,and the transit van.....
well its a transit van!
Blogging,well all this stuff, is new to me.At 44,I was not brought up with computers.So the blogs might be a bit intermittent as I am a two finger typer & can only do this at work,so I have to sneak the blog in during my dinner or breaks.
This blog will not be interesting every day,as it will be an account of my experience of falling in love.Getting engaged.Getting married.The birth of my daughter,and the attempted murder of myself by said witch.
The blog will start tomorrow with a short intro of how I ended up with the witch.People who know me say its better than watching Eastenders!I don't know if if that's good or bad.
Oh,and the reason for this blog is to let people know that these people DO exist in real life.Also to see if I can finally get closure after 20 years.
The witch is the ex from a long time ago,and the transit van.....
well its a transit van!
Blogging,well all this stuff, is new to me.At 44,I was not brought up with computers.So the blogs might be a bit intermittent as I am a two finger typer & can only do this at work,so I have to sneak the blog in during my dinner or breaks.
This blog will not be interesting every day,as it will be an account of my experience of falling in love.Getting engaged.Getting married.The birth of my daughter,and the attempted murder of myself by said witch.
The blog will start tomorrow with a short intro of how I ended up with the witch.People who know me say its better than watching Eastenders!I don't know if if that's good or bad.
Oh,and the reason for this blog is to let people know that these people DO exist in real life.Also to see if I can finally get closure after 20 years.
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