My marriage has been a long suffering affair. I’m not the most forceful or demonstrative of men and my wife had often chided me for it. We more or less did what she decided what we were doing and of course our sex life was included in that. Its not that I resented it, I didn’t. I was happy that she took control so I didn’t have to. By and large this worked for me and I thought for her as well. However, recently my wife ha...

Dear Agony Aunt Claire . Something has happened in my life that troubles me. I am a recently retired man who has been happily married to my wife for more years than I would care to remember. We still have a sex life, though over the years it has dwindled to Sunday morning after our morning cuppa. At this point I don’t know if she is doing it for me or I’m doing it for her. Nevertheless I believe it’s an arrangement that s...

My mate John and I were going through a lean time with women and we were sitting in the pub with him bemoaning about it over a couple of pints of beer. I was living in a hetrosexual world and he had no idea about the other side of my life as a bisexual male. We both had our own houses and currently no one to share them with. But we agreed there was no point in moaning about it and we should just get on with our lives. Whi...

I had just left college after yet another change of direction career wise and had landed a job in another town in Lancashire which prompted another move. The flat that I acquired was a one bedroom affair and above me was a two bedroomed flat occupied by Jim and Robert. It was no secret that they were gay and lived as a couple. But apart from the occasional greeting and nodding at each other when we met we had little perso...

This story is a continuation of my previous story “ I Confess” My brief career in shop work ended in my early twenties in another town. Shop management was all glory and low pay. I took a job in a local factory with much better wages. I was also living Independently and for once l had money to spend. Some of which l intended to spend on cross dressing after l had seen it in imported ( and probably not legal at the time )...

I confess In the late sixties in a working class town in the north of England there was little to do on a Tuesday afternoon when it was half day closing. I worked in a food shop and Saturday was usually very busy so all shopkeepers closed up on what they considered was the quietest afternoon . My town was Tuesday. There was literally nothing to do so l took to going to the cinema particularly if the weather wasn’t very go...