My dating & sex life in very graphic detail | 18+
Hello, friends! Today, I’d like to talk about dicks. Specifically, I want to talk about the perfect penis: is size important? I’ve been asked it a lot, both in real life and on this little sex blog; and I can’t answer for anyone else (obviously,) but I can tell you what I think.
Read MoreMy date with no chemistry started when a ‘friend’ (male) sent me a message on FB, a few weeks ago, telling me that he was quitting the platform. It took me a minute to figure out who he was; we hadn’t seen each other for close to two decades, after all. Zooming in on the profile pic, I finally remembered. He was a lad from the year above me, and we’d half-dated in high school (AKA made out on the field at lunchtimes a handful of times.) He’d gotten cuter…
Read MoreGetting head, oral, licking pussy, cunnilingus, whatever you want to call it, I’ve been blessed with both the best and worst of it, so I thought I’d write a guide on how to give her the best head of her life – according to me.
Read MoreI slide into bed, a nostalgic grin splashed across my face, before sliding my underwear down and kicking them to the side. That little moment makes me think about your cock, still…
Read MoreFollowing on from the disaster that was the Sambuca saga, I decided to do a couple of things. Firstly, I wanted to wait a while before I went on a date with someone. Secondly, I figured I should probably think about some of the things Sambuca had said to me – but only because a friend (or two) agreed that he might’ve had a point (or two.) “You do tend to flutter off and forget about people,” one said. Let’s call him James. “And you did say no to Sambuca…
Read MoreIt’s been a while since I’ve been single. More than a decade, in fact. I’d like to say that it’s strange being single, living alone, and having no one around to answer to or argue with… but it hasn’t been strange at all. Quite the opposite…
Read MoreI’ll be honest with you, I have absolutely no clue how to start this. I’ve been avoiding finishing it for ages, but you’ve probably noticed that. A lot of different things led to The Final Straw with Sambuca, and I’m still not quite sure what the fuck actually happened. Maybe you can figure it out?
Read MoreBack when I thought I was going to have sex again I got myself STI tested. I hadn’t had sex in four and a half years, nor had I experienced symptoms for genital warts or anything else, but I always make every new partner get themselves tested before they can touch me. I always get tested, too. I hate condoms. I’m on the pill. Let’s just get the tests out of the way, so we can fuck like bunnies and live happily ever after. (Or not.) I filled in a…
Read MoreTrigger warning: sexual harassment, groping. As a woman, I’ve experienced my fair share of sexual harassment in the thirty-something years I’ve been around. Catcalls from men hanging out of van windows as I walked home from school in uniform. Getting my ass grabbed in nightclubs and bars by all and everyone with a dick. That one guy who locked me in his room and refused to let me go until I fucked him again… I’m used to sexual harassment. Uncomfortably familiar with it. Well-versed in smiling nicely whilst also trying…
Read MoreI’m a nightmare for keeping in contact sometimes. I’ll put my phone down somewhere, get distracted by something, and the next thing I know, five hours have passed, and I’ve got a whole bunch of missed notifications. It’s just the way I am, and it was a very regular bone of contention between Sambuca and I. Folks, I think it’s time for me to talk about The Ugly.
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