💄 Post 5: The Salty Dozen – Ladies Who Left a Mark (Or Lipstick on My Collar)

 

💄 Post 5: The Salty Dozen – Ladies Who Left a Mark (Or Lipstick on My Collar)

They came from different cities, spoke different languages, wore different perfumes… but they all had one thing in common — they made Salty’s heart skip, hips sway, and shirts mysteriously disappear.

This one’s for the twelve women who left a trail of chaos, kisses, and missed flights in their wake. I call them… The Salty Dozen.

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1. Fiona – The Blonde Bombshell from Bray

Met her on the DART. She dropped her phone, I picked it up, and she winked like we’d already dated. Fiona had legs for days, a laugh that echoed, and a dangerous obsession with tequila.
We lost each other at sunrise, but I still have the taste of her cherry lip balm stored in my neurons.

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2. Aoife – The Gym Goddess

Personal trainer. Irish curves. Killer squats. She made me do burpees as foreplay.
We never actually worked out… but I did need a recovery shake the next morning.

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3. Isabella – The Brunette from Barcelona

Met her while ordering churros. She told me I looked “like trouble.” I replied, “You look like I’d follow you into it.”
We did. We got kicked out of a rooftop bar. Worth it.

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4. Sofia – The Blonde Like Buffy

Hair like honey. Moves like a dream. We had a four-minute dance-off that ended in a slow grind so intense, someone clapped.
I still get hot hearing reggaeton.

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5. Gráinne – The Vampire Show Obsession

She said I looked like “that guy from that vampire show.” I told her she looked like every reason I’ve ever missed a train.
She bit my neck (gently), and we ended the night howling at the moon. Not even joking.

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6. Ciara – The Wicklow Wildflower

Curvy, clever, and absolute chaos in a good way.
We got caught in the rain, made out in a field, and she whispered, “You kiss like you’re hiding secrets.”
She wasn’t wrong.

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7. Maeve – The Kitchen Queen

She cooked. I watched. She fed me like a king and then devoured me like dessert.
Belly stuffed, cheeks flushed — and not just from the food.

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8. Aisling – The Rock Chick

Met at a pub gig. She played bass, drank Guinness, and called me “a softie with abs.”
We danced, we snogged, she left in a taxi and texted me “thanks for the giggle.”
Still waiting for the sequel.

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9. Deirdre – The Late-Night Philosopher

We talked about the universe while sharing chips in Temple Bar.
She kissed me mid-sentence and said, “Sometimes, you don’t need answers. Just lips.”

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10. Liv – The Swedish Surprise

We shared a hostel bunk… and a bottle of vodka.
She taught me Swedish words I still can’t pronounce, but I remember every curve and every giggle.

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11. Niamh – The Dublin Diva

Fake tan, lashes, and banter for days.
She told me, “I’m not like other girls.” I said, “Good — I don’t need twelve of you. Just this night.”
She made me laugh and blush. Dangerous combo.

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12. Ellie – The One I Didn’t Forget

Maybe the one that got away. Maybe the one I never wanted to keep.
Either way, she said, “You’ll write about me someday.”
Ellie, this is your paragraph. You were fire, fury, and magic.

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💘 What They All Had in Common:

• Laughter that could level a building

• Hips that had their own postcode

• Eyes that said “you’re not ready”

• And kisses I still feel when I hear the right song

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🧳 Final Thoughts from Salty HQ

To all the women who walked into my life — some for a night, some for a weekend, and a few who left longer shadows — thank you.

You left lipstick on my collar, bite marks on my shoulder, and cheeky memories in my diary.

This isn’t goodbye. It’s just a blog post. 😉

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