So i've decided to clear away the online cobwebs and get back into writing. It's been too long, and I'm not sure why I abandoned it. As anyone who blogs will no doubt agree, it's the perfect medium for venting out secrets and stories that you might not otherwise share with your friends.

And so much has happened in a year. Well, on a light note and with regards to my last post on here dated June 30th, I managed to see the Spice Girls. Twice. As i'd anticipated, they were amazing.

More closer to home though, the boy and I broke up at the end of March. It was tough, like all break-ups are. However, in retrospect, perhaps it was for the better. The relationship was destructive at times, and I wasn't totally content with some things. Perhaps i'm just a hopeless romantic, but he never told me I looked nice or said affectionate things. I'm not asking for that kind of attention every day, but once in a while surely is expected in a long-term relationship?

Anyway, i'm managing to move on. Although i'm sure that meeting up with him now and then for a good fucking isn't doing either of us any good, nor helping me to move on.

I need to put a stop all that, i realise that. However, the guy knows how to fuck. And he's got a beautiful massive cock. Can one use the word 'juicy' to describe a cock? Well, i am. Because, his cock is juicy.

I shall go into more detail about all that at a later date no doubt. However, i'm in an internet cafe in Leeds, so hardly think that going on about cocks and fucking is wise.

However, I feel I must mention an incident last night in Leeds train station. I was so desperate for a pee, that I dashed into the public toilets in the station. Unable to hold it in, and with no money, I crawled under the barrier and dashed into the cubicle. Whilst peeing, I noticed a shadow underneath the cubicle partition, that I at first simply thought was some sort of fan going round. I soon realised this was not the case. There was a guy in the adjoining cubicle... having a wank. I wasn't quite sure what to do - whilst I was pretty disgusted that this was going on in the toilet next to me, I somehow couldn't bring myself to leave the toilet. Admittedly, I was slightly turned on. I could hear the sound of his heavy breathing, and the sound of his cock as he was wanking.

Quite daringly, I bent down to look under the cubicle partition. Only, at the same time, the guy looked under as well. I jumped back up in shock and stood there. Then, the guy looks over the cubicle wall. So he wasn't old and ugly - infact, he was pretty fit. Completely without thinking, I just got my cock out and started wanking. It was then that he gestured for me to join him in his cubicle. At that, i zipped up my jeans and ran out at full Forrest Gump speed.