nuLOOM Noel Cozy Christmas & Holiday Shag Area Rug, 6' Round, Pearl White

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I think you can be glad that you lost your virginity to someone close who you respect and feel at ease with, but I’d be wary of turning this into something else before you’ve experienced other relationships. Most Read It’s time to roll up your sleeves and add a personal twist to your holiday decor with some seriously cool DIY Christmas decorations. Trust me, these aren’t your grandma’s holiday crafts. As a teenager I always used to spend about ten days each year with Cousin Clare and her parents. Clare wasn’t actually my cousin, but her mother and my mother were at school together, and it was a convenient way to refer to her. Clare was an only child. I was drunk, the sun was coming up, and I’d managed to bag myself a beautiful Spanish man who told me he was a lifeguard. So what better place to watch the sunrise than from the lifeguard tower. I call it a tower, but it was actually just a beach chair suspended about 15 feet in the air. Hands started wandering, and unbeknownst to me we had an audience. I haven’t been able to live it down with my friends ever since. Katie My cousin and I are both 17 and were virgins until our holiday with his parents at a villa in Barbados.

These Christmas crafts are as easy as stealing a cookie from Santa’s plate. Whether you’re a rookie or a seasoned DIYer, there’s something here that’ll make your heart sing jingle bells. I was in Paris visiting a mate. A group of us had started boozing on the Eurostar at lunchtime, so by the time we were at a club in Le Marais, the lights were blurring and I was stumbling. Despite the fact I was struggling to stand, a really hot French guy took a shine to me. Usually, I’d bat off wandering hands but not when they were this French. We started snogging, I sent a string of incomprehensible texts to my mates in which I tried to express that I was leaving with him, and did so. He spoke virtually no English, and I remember trying to talk about football in French. After that Monday, I distanced myself from Tom. Closing that door has put me in a better headspace and my relationship with Andy has improved immeasurably. He says he has forgiven me – it’s easier for him to lay the blame almost entirely on Tom. But I know I’m equally culpable. And that’s something I’m struggling to come to terms with. This exciting adventure was repeated every bedtime. Aunt Frances had a large washing machine and I don’t think she examined my pants before putting them in the wash, which was just as well! All went well for a few days. Then the sky darkened and the rain poured down! Uncle Mike was at his office, of course. Aunt Frances was visiting some friends for the day, and Clare said she would be at the farm attending to her pony until lunchtime. I couldn’t go fishing in that weather, so I said I would stay at home and read the set book from school, which I’d been told to read in the holidays. (It was The War of the Worlds!) Clare said again, “Come on Tom! Don’t worry, I won’t tell mummy, but I might if you don’t let me have a look!”Grab your glue gun, put on your favorite holiday tunes, and let’s get crafting! And don’t forget to hit me up in the comments with your favorite project – I’m all ears for your holiday crafting tales. I’ve compiled a list of 50 DIY projects that are so fun, you might just forget to open your presents. It was on our girls’ holiday to Zante and we’d met some of our guy friends from home. I’d fancied one of them for a few months and as we were getting progressively drunker we went to the beach for some alone time. There were quite a few clubs on the beach, so we headed into the darkness. We eventually ended up down a side alley next to some sunbeds and undressed each another. I’d been going down on him for a few minutes when a bright torch shined on us and old fat Greek man who owned the sunbeds started screaming at us to get off them and chased us down the alley as we were trying to put our clothes on. Emma He’s very handsome and as I fancied him I deliberately made him sexually excited by asking him to rub sun oil over my body while we were sunbathing in the garden. Scroll down to explore a treasure trove of ideas where every project is a chance to make your holiday sparkle in a way that only DIY can.

If the shoe were on the other foot, I don’t know if I would have had the strength of character to allow Andy to sleep with another woman. But then, that’s just one of the million, tiny little things I love about him. Now, I know crafting can sometimes seem like you need a degree in glitterology, but these are not those projects. And the best part? You probably have most of the materials lying around already. Talk about a holiday miracle! Andy and I recently celebrated our second wedding anniversary and are buying a new flat – a fresh start. There’ll be many reading this who’ll think he’s weak for staying with me or that I’m a horrible person for abusing his trust, and I suppose there’s a modicum of truth to both.Holidays in your twenties mean sun, sex and no suspicious parents. Granted, occasionally there are parents around, but by the time you’re out of your teens they’re more likely to laugh – or at the very least turn a blind eye – if you get off with someone. All this makes for a calamitous approach to shagging. For every idyllic week-long affair with some swarthy Spaniard, there’ll be a clumsy shag in a club loo, or a failed attempt in a tent. George I went down to my parents’ place in Cornwall for a romantic weekend with the guy I was seeing. I was under the impression they wouldn’t be there that weekend. We had music on and this guy was lying down on a fur rug in the middle of the living room floor – me on top – when my mum and dad walked in. They hadn’t realised I was going to be there and definitely hadn’t expected to walk in on their daughter completely naked, straddling someone they’d never met, in their house.