UK Dating & Sex Blog | 12 Years of Graphic Detail | 18+
Are you in the mood for a sexy story? Well, I’ve got one for you, so, get comfortable, grab a drink (or your cock,) and let’s get right to it. Just shut up for a moment. I don’t want you to talk, or gloat, or tell how much you’ve been waiting for this day. I just want you to shut the fuck up and let me do what I want to do to you. That’s it. No more, no less. Do you think you can do that? Yes? Good.
Read MoreWell, where was I? I literally have about 20 almost-finished blog posts here, all stacked up. Stuff I’ve written on my phone, or on my iPad, or on my Mac. I need to actually put them together into a blog post at some point, and I’m starting that right now. I’m sorry I’ve been so absent. In my defence, there was a death and then a funeral, I basically moved in with Bear and then I went back home again, I had to hang out with my family … Y’know.…
Read MoreI have all these blog posts I really want to post, but instead I’m wasting my time with that fucking moron again. Once again, despite our last email exchange, Brown Eyes still hasn’t got the picture, and right now he’s more than pissing me off. Now he’s actively wrecking my relationship. It was 9am, I’d woken up desperately needing to pee and it was freezing cold outside the duvet. When I got to the bathroom, my 5-day-late period had arrived, which I was seriously thankful for but it pissed me…
Read MoreMy relationship is going splendidly. There’s nothing really wrong [yet], and things seem to be blending together just as they should. Bear and I live together really well, and more than that, we encourage each other to do good stuff. Bear’s Son and I get on really well too, and that’s made me happier than I thought it might. It’s surprising how much I care for that little dude already. Another story for another day perhaps? The thing I want to talk about is what always happens when you find yourself…
Read MoreI have a hundred and one unfinished blogs stored away, so I’ve decided I should probably make my way through them and get them finished. I’ve been super busy. The good news is my career / work life is going spectacularly. I seem to be earning more, socialising more, and generally having a good ol’ time being me. Bear and I are still doing our thing, Bestie and I are working our shit out, and with the exception of my cervix not behaving itself once again, I can’t really complain about…
Read MoreI read somewhere that you learn something from every person who comes into your life and then leaves. I guess that’s what life is all about really, a learning curve. Making mistakes, trying to learn from them, moving on and becoming older, wiser, smarter. I’ve been thinking about the decisions I’ve made in my life and whether or not I’ve learned from them. Whether I’ve learned anything at all from the men I’ve dated, loved, and split from. Ten days later, ten days without ANY communication from Brown Eyes, I…
Read MoreThe back-story: Day Seven. (Just in case you haven’t already read it.) He’s not looking for me. He’s not in love with me. He’s in love with the idea of me, of someone who’ll do as she’s told, suck his dick, and look cute in public. I thought he was a little Dom-ish for a while. I think maybe he’s just a 42 year old man-brat. He doesn’t want to dominate, he wants control, total control, using whatever means necessary. Either way, I’m not the plaything he’s looking for. He…
Read MoreOn day seven, I woke up and knew something was wrong right away. I had no morning text message from Brown Eyes. He’s always up and awake long before me in the morning so it was unusual for me to wake up and not be greeted by a text. It’s usually the sign of a bad day for him, I’ve learned to recognise that now. He’d been a little funny with me the night before, seemingly short with no X’s and O’s at the end of his messages. That was…
Read MoreI need to tell you a secret. In fact, I need to tell you a whole bunch of secrets. I’ve been lying. Well … Not really lying. More omitting the truth. Either way, I need to tell you some stuff. He kept telling me he was sorry, endless voicemails and emails because he was blocked everywhere else. There was a rose, a beautiful, colourful one because I was a beautiful, colorful girl. And there was the note that came with it, that beautiful note that told me he was going…
Read MoreBacon Sandwiches & Blowjobs continued… I’ve never given a blowjob with an actual ice cube in my mouth before. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve sucked on an ice cube and let it melt (or popped it out my mouth) to go down on a guy before, but I’ve never had an ice cube and a dick in my mouth at the same time. That all changed the other day when Brown Eyes playfully shoved one in my mouth and ordered me to suck his dick. Not that I needed much…
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