Shamelessly Salacious

As most of my friends will tell you, when it comes to guys, I'm incredibly fussy. If I don't know them, it's a sure-fire way of...

So, EL James’ 50 Shades of Grey might be the bestselling book of all time, and I’m sure many of you will have had a peek into the world of ...

My choice in men is, at best, questionable and, at worst, downright madness. Recently, the latter has been more applicable. Just as men l...

It’s no big secret that I engage in casual relationships. In fact, I can be rather fond of them if the guy isn’t a complete dickhead. But...

As you may have guessed from the absence of recent blog posts, 2012 has, so far, been an incredibly busy year. Working, studying, travel...

I was 18 years old, sat on a sofa, glass of wine on the table. Nobody else mattered. The only sound I could hear was ...

Before I start relaying all of my sordid stories from the last three months, I want to look forward into 2012. It is, after all, the new ye...

After eight weeks apart, Mr.S.P. finally returned to the sand pit. Although, by now, I’d lost almost all interest in him. I no longer fantas...

Most people in the UK would probably think Dubai during Ramadan is like spending an entire month in a Nigerian prison – insufferable. Perhap...

After the genital warts episode, I didn’t get to see Mr. S.P. and he has since jetted off to a Mediterranean island for eight weeks over the...