Well after i moved to Glasgow a year ago from a small city further north, the back entrance to hell, if you will. My sex life has taken off.
Before the grand move, i was still a virgin, i was begining to discover my sexuality, only through sneeky trips at the back of the cinema with a guy called steve, who, trust me left a lot to be desired. Especially after he took me back to his university halls of residence, which, in rural scotland, also leaves a lot to be desired.
I moved into my own halls of residence, which after seeing steve's, i can say were very nice. Despite the contsantly changing plethera of strange, wonderful and sometimes crazy flatmates, existence was starting to look up. I got myself a job in Glasgows biggest gay bar, and gained lots of friends, and met up with lots of friends id spoken too over the years on the internet, when i was forever looking to pop my cherry.
I started an art and design course at a college not too far from the city, and instantly hated most of my classmates, but a few were ok, including one who lived two doors down from me in halls, and shared the same kitchen as me, Emma, who would unfortunetly she would eventually develop some problems and moved away, and Sandra, a closet lesbian who was obsessed with Xena warrior princess, the rest arnt worth a mention.
Then the sex happened.
It was a slow build up, it took me a while to get into it, but when i got there, it took off.
Greame
Brendan
Ross
Darren
Alan
J.P
Mike
Andrew
from August to January, and thats not counting the other stuff.
Dont call me a slut, i think its fun, the sexual revoloution has finally kicked in.
Then there was him.
But i'l leave him for another day.
