UK Dating & Sex Blog | 12 Years of Graphic Detail | 18+
I’ve been a really good girl this year. Mostly. I haven’t gotten myself into any trouble, anyway, which is the same kinda thing. So, just like all good girls, I’ve written my little ‘Dear Santa’ letter, featuring all the nice, naughty, and fun goodies that I’d like to see, wrapped up under the tree.
Read MoreThe man was practically perfect in every way… until he wasn’t. Then, we came to The Bad. Sigh. It’s a tale as old as time, isn’t it? I put these men up on pedestals, setting expectations far too high (for them, not me,) only to have all of my hopes dashed. This chapter of the Sambuca story contains more ups and downs than the Big One at Blackpool Pleasure Beach, so I hope you’re buckled in tight!
Read MoreI didn’t expect to like him as much as I did, what with all my previous sambuca experiences, but once we started talking… well, we never stopped. I took one sip of sambuca, and I liked it. And now I’m a sambuca-holic. Sigh…
Read MoreThere comes a point in many a relationship where the heat turns up and, well, the chat gets a little flirty. They might start talking about sending nudes… but you’re not really sure what that means or what to do about it. Thankfully, ya girl (that’s me) is here to explain everything, including the law, how to send nudes as safely as possible, and what obliging that request really could mean for your future. Are you ready? Sitting comfortably? Let’s begin…
Read MoreAfter five years of very much unwanted celibacy, it almost feels like I’m re-losing my virginity whenever I ponder the prospect of having sex again. I’m going to call it my re-virginity. I mean, I know it’s not losing my virginity again, because I am the absolute opposite of a virgin, but the nerves, anxieties, questions, and anticipation are all the same. The thought of standing in front of another person and taking my clothes off, letting them see everything about me, fills me with a sense of panic. My…
Read MoreI’ve been ghosted. It’s quite unpleasant, deeply confusing, and a proper shitty move… but I think I’ve been the perpetrator of ghosting as well as the victim. Accidentally, deliberately, and coincidentally… In some cases, ghosting is necessary, but does that mean, ghosting is acceptable on some occasions, but not others? And if that’s the case, what are the rules? Should I give a second chance to someone who ghosted me?
Read MoreAh, dating. That delightful pastime where you take a stranger’s hand, peer into their soul, and hope they don’t end up shagging your best mate, swindling you out of thousands of pounds, or chewing so loudly that you genuinely think about throwing them out the window. It’s time, friends, to take a delve into the glaringly big signs you’re dating the wrong person… even if they’re not quite as glaring to you.
Read MoreThis post contains a lot of opinions, a sprinkling of sarcasm, and some serious bitchiness ~ it’s time for the Tweets I didn’t send 2020 edition …
Read More“Your 20-year-old pic is so cute,” I told him. “I have a pic of you from when you were 20, you know. I found it when I moved a little while back,” he replied. “You do? How? I don’t even have that many pics from when I was 20,” I laughed. “I have a few pics of you from back then, but I doubt many of them are social media-suitable?” he laughed, sending over the first one. It was my goth phase, and the time I made so much…
Read MoreIt suddenly struck me today just how much I missed my vibrators. Well, one specifically: the Rampant Rabbit. I’ve talked about the toy a lot before, and I’ll probably talk about it a lot more in the future even though there are new toys to tell you about, but my Rampant Rabbit is the toy I’m missing the most right now. I’m missing it so fucking much. I’ve wanked a lot during lockdown, but they’ve been secret, silent, stolen wanks in the shower, or really quietly at my desk when…
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