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Fuck me, I don’t even know where to start updating you with everything. I’m about a week behind in blog posts, so I’ll try to keep things nice and easy to read along with … but I have so much to tell you! “I’m picking you up after work. Wear the cowboy boots and that dress again, please,” Jock text me. It thrilled me that he’d told me what to wear. It’s a little bit of a kink of mine, I think; a man telling me what to wear, how…
Read MoreThings have been mostly smooth-sailing for me. In fact, Jock and I just went on our sixth date and I’d quite like to talk about that if you don’t mind? “I won’t have time to go home from work and change, but if you can handle me smelly and slightly exhausted, I’d like to pick you up, grab some food, and have an evening picnic?” he said in his text to me, and I gleefully accepted his proposition. “You have options, though,” I told him. “I’m wearing the cutest dress…
Read MoreI was angry from the moment I woke up today. I have no idea why, I just was. Sleep had evaded me for much of the night, though I couldn’t pinpoint one specific reason for it, plus I think I’m starting to get a cold. With a big, black cloud hanging over from the second I opened my eyes, the rest of the day didn’t bode well … I got even angrier when I checked my bank balance after my morning cup of tea. One Ball is meant to send…
Read MoreJock and I have had a grand total of four sleepovers. For two of them, I was on my period and we didn’t get to fuck. We played around and did lots of other playful stuff, but not full PIV [penis-in-vagina] sex. On the other two occasions, we did fuck. And during those two times, I noticed something: he doesn’t always spring up on-demand … if you get my drift. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not something that’s caused us problems up until this point, but I have noticed it,…
Read MoreAre you in a relationship? If you are, how long into that relationship did you realise you had fallen in love with the other person? Following on from that, how long were you with that person before you eventually told them that you loved them? I fall in love at the drop of the hat, and not just with men: with shoes, an outfit, a pair of earrings, a friend, a movie, a song, you name it … And I don’t just fall IN love at the drop of a…
Read MoreShit. It happened. That moment I was so fearful of finally happened … the one where Jock said the L-word to me. Well, actually, it didn’t happen. But it kinda did … And then it got kinda awkward and complicated. I should probably explain myself. Back when One Ball and I were dating, he drew me a doodle one day. It was a doodle of a dinosaur. In fact, why don’t I just show you? Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago, Jock said something to me that went…
Read MoreI really can’t make my mind up about Jock. One day, I think I’m completely and utterly, head-over-heels in love with him. The next, I keep seeing all these things about him that already piss me off, or will likely piss me off in the future. We’ve stopped counting dates. It seems strange to keep doing it now that we’ve committed to each other, the boyfriend-and-girlfriend label well and truly in place. And speaking of dates, our last one was amazing. We didn’t do anything big or grand; we just…
Read MoreSo …. I did my first love puff with Jock. Queef. Vart. Fanny fart. Vaginal flatulence. Definition from Urban Dictionary Whatever it is you like to call it, I did it. That little expulsion of air from the vagina that makes life super hilarious and super embarrassing all at the same time. For fuck’s sake. It was mortifying. I know it shouldn’t be embarrassing; it’s just the human body’s natural reaction to sex sometimes, right? When something is pumping in and out of a tight spot for long enough, it’s…
Read MoreSo … on Thursday night, I went out and got drunk. D-r-u-n-k. Blind, stinkin’ drunk. Me and a couple of my work colleagues had been invited to a training evening, but the training evening was actually an evening in a not-so-local pub, with a free bar. As you can probably imagine, it turned into less of a work event and more of a complete disaster the more the night went on … and the more the beer flowed. I had a fantastic night, flirting a little too much with the…
Read MoreCasually, out of nowhere, on our last date, Jock dropped something quite huge into the conversation. “I think I need to tell my ex that I’m with you.” Lolz, wot? We’ve known each other for eight weeks. That’s it. It feels like everything is now moving at warped speed. We’re already throwing the L-word around like it’s a game of ping pong, now we’re rushing into telling the ex. Why? Why’s he gotta tell her already? Why does he need to tell her at all? He continued … “Next weekend,…
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