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14/10/2015: Operation Blog Catch-Up I have so many things to say and I really don’t know where to start. The backlog of blog posts is racking up fast. My blog has been out of action for too long. I’m having serious hosting problems. I’m trying to fix it but it’s not happening fast enough. It’s definitely made me realise how much I rely on my blog. It’s my comfort blanket you know. It’s the thing I turn to when times get rough. I genuinely don’t know where I would be…
Read More9/10/2015: Operation Blog Catch-Up I had a dream about Jock last night. We had a baby. We were in the hospital and he was sat on the side of my bed and he had a baby in his arms – our baby. I couldn’t work out if it was a boy or a girl or anything else, I don’t remember anything else. I just remember us being sat on that bed looking down at our make-believe baby. When I woke up, all I wanted was just that. I messaged the…
Read MoreMy blog is broken which is uberly frustrating seeing as I have so much to tell you. I had to write it down so you can just expect a massive influx of blog posts when it’s finally up and running again. *Edit: There will be a huge influx of posts coming. I’m sorry in advance. Not having the blog for almost two weeks has killed me! So, what’s been happening with you? Things have been as exciting as always here. I’m pretty sure Plan B is gay. I also blew…
Read MoreWell, I’ve gone and made things really complicated for myself. Super complicated actually. I did that thing where I over-thought everything and kinda screwed things up. The time has come for me to lay it all down on the table and figure out what to do. To start with The Director has deleted his POF account. Completely deleted it. “Deleted User” I didn’t ask him to, he just did it. Apparently when I got drunk on the first, first date I told him he would only be taking me home if he…
Read MoreHe said I was the best sex he ever had. He said that to me. The Director said that to me on our second date. Holy fuck. To be fair we had such great sex the neighbours complained the next day which was more than a little embarrassing. Apparently they had heard us shagging two nights that week and the wife had made the husband come round and tell us to shut the fuck up. Can you believe that actually happened? I know I’m not a silent partner but I’m hardly…
Read MoreSo I went on the second first date with The Director. You know because I couldn’t remember the first one and all. So much has happened. I don’t even know where to begin. I worried about the whole new relationship thing and the dodgy smear situation for a few hours but ultimately decided to cross that bridge when I came to it. After all they might not even need to do any procedures to me this time around. It might be fine. We might not even make it that far.…
Read MoreSo, the hangover seems to have subsided somewhat and I’ve had some time to focus and think back over the stuff that happened on my date. I am genuinely not impressed with my dumbass behaviour. I shouldn’t have slept with him. I shouldn’t have acted the way I did. He’s been regaling me with tales of our night (and enjoying it a little too much for my liking, too) but I’m not sure where Little Miss Promiscuous came from. I need to put her back in the cage she clearly…
Read MoreChrist. I don’t know where to start. Always a good start to a story… I didn’t blow The Director out. I actually went on the date. I also got blind drunk and turned into an absolute slut. Total slut. Wasn’t that the point of the date though? I went out looking to get laid and get laid I most definitely did…. The only problem is I don’t remember much of it. In fact I barely remember anything at all. I’m a non-drinker. I never drink. So the three large glasses…
Read More*I should have posted this last night but I’ve been uber blog-happy recently and didn’t want to spam you. However, by the time you read this, I’ll either be nakedly tangled with the guy or I’ll be at home on my own…. I’m sweating. Just sat here typing, finishing off some writing stuff, my leg is bobbing up and down, my toes are twitching, and I’ve got sweaty armpits. I stink. This is nerves. First date nerves. First date nerves because I know I’m probably going to fuck him –…
Read More“So let me get this straight. If we have a great first few dates you’d be willing to wear skirts and no / tiny underwear for me. You would be happy to be constantly sexually interfered with and you will suck my dick regularly, especially if we haven’t seen each other for a few days. In response, I will give you as much head or cock as you need?” “And romance. Sometimes a gal just needs some romance.” “Fair one. Deal.” “Deal.” “You could be a keeper.” “If I was…
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