The Bipolar Express

I have just spent the last week travelling on The Bipolar Express. The train is fuelled by glorious, premium high octane juice and heads straight to Fuckville. Destination Fuckville is a place where confidence is endless and every idea is a bloody good idea. Where super ego’s party by throwing their energy into good times.

10 Sins

Had anal sex with my ex-brother inlaw on the stair well of a pub. Had an affair with my sister’s long term partner. Use to taxi over to my ex boyfriend house and have sex with him while his current girlfriend was asleep in the next room. Have lusted for two men in the last

Paying for sex

Previously mentioned, I spent my teens working in my mother’s brothel as a receptionist. My day consisted of answering telephones while trying to sound alluring in a provocative sexy whisper (hindsight tells me my young innocent girlie voice was what probably what caught punters attention), and booking appointments etc. It was a fairly easy job

Does mother know best?

During my early to mid teens my mother, who was raising four children on her own, was struggling financially. This lead her to taking up a position as receptionist at the city’s largest and most popular brothel. She worked nights so we didn’t see her much -this was basically the end of her parenting us.