My Dating Life One Ball 

Fuck me, I Love You

Fuck! I’ve been dying to update my blog for ages. I’m so sorry for the wait, people, but I’ve had company. (If you follow me on Twitter, you’ll know.) The lovely One Ball came to stay with me for four days, and he left a little over ten hours ago. As much as I’m enjoying the time to myself again, I sure am missing him already.

But I know just what I can do to distract myself …

I can tell you about what we got up to!

Oh my gosh, I have a feeling this one is going to be a two-parter. Maybe a three-parter. It’s definitely going to be #NSFW at some point, I can tell you that much.

We’ve had so much sex in four days, I just don’t know how we managed to fit it all in. I don’t even know where to begin. We fucked, played, fingered, sucked, probed, prodded, and even made love. Have we said the L-Word to each other yet? No. Have I thought about saying it a hundred billion times since he arrived and every second since he left? Yes. Absolutely.

I’ll start with the safe-for-work stuff.

We went for a drive to a spot near where I live where there’s an old castle, a beach, and some lovely river scenery. I wanted to take my new camera for a spin, you see, as I love photography but I’m not overly great at it. I don’t get lots of practice. He promised he’d let me make him the subject of my camera-testing, so off we went, hand-in-hand. We walked for ages, talked a lot of bullshit, laughed some, walked a bit more, took a bunch of photos that were mostly terrible, and then stopped off at a pub for dinner and a couple of drinks.

“Hey, I’ve been thinking, my mum and sister only live up the road from you. How do you fancy meeting them? I’d love to introduce you,” he said.

And I freaked the fuck out.


For ages, he’s been saying that he wants me to meet them … but not yet — and I was totally okay with that. I’m not a big fan of meeting the parents/family/etc. Like, I’ll do it if you want, but not meeting them won’t impact my life at all, you know? I’m not going to get all upset if you’d rather I didn’t meet them yet, or even not at all. Some people don’t even like their parents.

Anyway, we met, all was fine, and … can I get a drum roll, please? … they loved me. It makes a real change, to be honest; most of my boyfriends’ parents have fucking hated me. I’m the girl that isn’t good enough for their son, or I’m a bad influence, or something that goes along those lines. I must be a horrible person, I dunno?

But we had so much fun, even going shopping a little the next day to look for outfits for him. He told me I could dress him as pleased, to use him like he was my own personal Ken doll, because he’s “no good at dressing” and can “use all the help he can get”. Since his sense of style was one of the things that started to give me a weird ick [don’t ask me to explain it because I can’t], I jumped at the opportunity of putting him in clothes I’d quite like to see him in.

He sat patiently as I worked, wasn’t bothered if I wanted to watch something on TV, cuddled me all throughout the night, and doesn’t care that I occasionally smoke pot. He hung out with some of my family members while I went to my day job, and they all quite liked him. He liked them too. [I currently live with a family member, so him meeting at least one of my brood was inevitable.]

I’m starting to think that this really could be the real deal, you know? I had a weird moment where I thought him or his best friend might have read my blog, but he assured me and then reassured me that he hadn’t and that he hadn’t told anyone about it. That was pretty much the only drama we had. In four days. That’s pretty good going … I get annoyed really easily by boys. Especially new (ish) boys.

All in all, I’d say that we had a very successful visit. But I know what you really want to know. You want to know all about the sex, right?

Yeah, that blog post is coming tomorrow, folks.

And it is going to be HOT! ?

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