7+ years of my life in very graphic detail. Dating | sex | mental health | life blog. Frequently #NSFW 18+
“Babe, I’ll be back in a bit. Just getting dinner stuff. Love you!” As soon as I hear the door shut I spring into action, starting by turning the TV down so I can hear if he comes back sooner than expected. I then throw myself on the bed and reach into the bottom drawer of the cabinet, floating my hands over the array of toys staring back at me. Which one should I pick today? If he’s only getting dinner stuff, I’ve probably got around 15 minutes before he…
Read MoreSoooooo, do you remember a blog post I shared a little while ago called I Miss My Twenties? Well, it seems that if you talk about ’em, they’ll pop up. And pop up he did … This blog post is dedicated to him. ***** You always seem to message me on Saturday nights. I’m guessing that’s because Saturday night was always our night. Everyone else would be out partying, but not us. We’d be sat in your car somewhere, talking shit, kissing, touching, listening to music. I’m listening to our…
Read MoreIt’s been 17 months. That’s how long Bear and I have been together. Something like that. He keeps count more meticulously than I do. I’m useless with dates. I’m useless with most things that are important, especially as far as numbers are concerned. 17 months doesn’t sound like that long when you think about it. At the same time, it’s the longest time in the world. We moved in together way too early — around the six-month mark — but I wouldn’t say it hindered us at all. It…
Read MoreYou know, I quite liked fucking your pretty little mouth last night. Sometimes, Bear says the most explicit of things at the most innocent of times. Like when I’m the kitchen making chips. Homemade chips. I can’t stand oven chips. I make my own, first peeling them, then boiling them for exactly 8 minutes, straining them and slightly fluffing them up a bit in the colander so that they have that lovely crispiness around the edges. Then I toss them in oil mixed with some salt and pepper, maybe…
Read MoreWhat a bloody wonderful surprise to check my Twitter one day and come across this absolute beaut: No. 6 this year (and I am starting to feel like a DJ here) is @notsosexintheci #top100sexblogs2017 https://t.co/4FIc0Hw3Ew — Molly (@Mollysdailykiss) December 2, 2017 Firstly, thank you so much! It’s an honour to come sixth! SIXTH! Secondly, I feel like a bloody fraud. I barely have sex these days, let alone write about it, but I’m working on it. (I promise I’m working on it.) That Tweet and award came at…
Read MoreContent Warning: Discusses unsolicited dick pics & brief mention of sexual assault. The other night I received the biggest cock shot I’d ever received in my life. Bizarrely, it wasn’t sent to me via a social media account associated with this blog. It was via a social media account associated with an entirely different website I manage. A website that is 100% unrelated to sex, dating, relationships, any of it. I received a message – a question related to the website. He was asking for advice. An hour later, when…
Read MoreMy sex drive has entirely changed over the last few years. I probably should have warned you before diving in with something like that. Sorry. But depression, anxiety, and stress has probably had a huge part to play in the whole bonkers libido business, as well as going self-employed, quitting my job, bouncing from one highly inappropriate man to the next, the cervical cancer scare, the bowel cancer scare, and then going through the Brown Eyes saga. I’m not totally devoid of a sex drive these days but something…
Read MoreSunday just seems to be our day. Whether Bear’s son is around or not, whether he has clients or not, whether I’m working or not, we always seem to find a way to get together and get good n’ frisky. It must be the Holy-day business. Something about Sundays just makes us damn horny. Today was no exception. I’ve already blogged today and that’s why I’m making you wait for this post. I can’t have a two-post day. You’ll get bored of me. But I feel the need to tell…
Read MoreWe’d unexpectedly found ourselves alone. The Teen had gone away to a family event without us, and Bear had a couple of clients planned for the day, but both of them had rescheduled or cancelled. I’d planned a day full of work, but when his plans went awry mine kinda did too. We were left twiddling our thumbs, staring at each other from opposite ends of a dining room table. There was something about him today. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was, but it was certainly…
Read MoreSex. Can we just talk about that for a moment? Do you mind? Because I want to talk about it. It feels like I’m not having enough of it. Five minutes ago, Bear and I were happily shagging like rabbits, and now I almost need to remind myself that I should probably “put out” tonight. Why? Since meeting Bear, my libido has gone through the roof. I’ve been hornier, more confident, and definitely more sexually open than I’ve EVER been with anyone before. He makes me feel hot. Super hot.…
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