UK Dating & Sex Blog | 12 Years of Graphic Detail | 18+
I’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.
Read MoreI saw things going very differently on September 18th. It’s not helpful, I know, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about all the things we’d planned and talked about. You were going to turn up at the door in the middle of the night, fuelled with caffeine and armed with the cheekiest of smiles. I was going to answer it wearing a flirty little sundress, full of lust and year-long anticipation.
Read MoreYou know, I’ve moaned a lot, but there were good parts in my relationship with Sambuca. Yeah, we’ve got more shittiness in Sambuca: The Social Situation(s,) like, jealousy, anger, more breakups and makeups, his perfect woman and conversation-wife, and an absolute fucking truckload of hypocrisy. But I promise you, there were good parts, too. They’re just overshadowed by the bad at this point.
Read MoreImagine this: You’re living your life, minding your business, when suddenly your body decides to stage a hostile takeover. Your heart’s racing like it’s training for a marathon you didn’t sign up for, your hands are shakier than your Wi-Fi signal, and your things feel… weird. Welcome to the thrilling and utterly unexpected rollercoaster that is my Graves’ disease diagnosis, where my thyroid has become the main character in my newest medical drama.
Read MoreHow many times would you push your boundaries to the side for a man before you finally realise, they’re taking the almighty piss out of you? Because The Work Trip was another level of piss-taking, in my opinion, but I could never quite get Sambuca to agree with me…
Read MoreI’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…
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