UK Dating & Sex Blog | 12 Years of Graphic Detail | 18+
He was rolling a spliff. He seems to do that a lot (more than me) so clearly I’ve got myself a boyfy with a drug habit. Always a Brucey-bonus. Anyway, it was the afternoon after the night before and we’d eaten the bacon sandwiches I had ready and waiting for him when he got home from running his errands. We’d drank the teas I’d made too and were getting ready to stoned-Netflix-and-chill the crap out of the rest of the afternoon. He’d taken his shirt off and was sat on…
Read MoreI still need to find a name for this guy, and I really can’t think of one. I’ve gone and slept with him now so he definitely needs a name. He can’t just be number 45. Shit. Number 45?! How did that happen? (Clearly that’s the reason this blog is anonymous.) The date almost didn’t happen – he thought I was going to blow him out and then I thought he was going to blow me out and then we blew each other out… Long story short, huge misunderstanding, all sorted…
Read MoreI need to think of a better name for my Twirtation. I’m trying to think of a really good one, a really juicy one. One immediately springs to mind but I can’t use it. It would be far too obvious who he was. Aaaaaaanyway. Remember I said he wanted to play a game? Well, I didn’t exactly agree to the game but it turns out we’ve started playing it anyway. Boyfriend aside (still the Director,) I’m pretty sure we had what can only be described as WhatsApp-sex the other day.…
Read MoreHere’s something I’ve learned: Someone New likes me to watch him. I think it’s a fetish of his. Not other people watching us; me watching him. It’s become a trend. He likes it when I watch him jerk off. This is new for me! I’ve never been with a guy that’s asked me to watch. I wasn’t really 100% sure how I felt about it … how I feel about it. I’ve never really been in a position where a man has asked me to watch while he touches himself…
Read MoreI couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t stop my hands from tearing at the bed sheets. I couldn’t stay still, squirming around his bed wanting more, and wanting him to stop, all at the same time. I was putty in his hands and I would have done anything he wanted in that moment.
Read MoreSo, Someone New and I went on our third date. We didn’t have sex. But I can 100% wholeheartedly tell you that I CANNOT keep my hands off this guy. It was pathetic. I was a pathetic, horny little mess. He loved the attention and said as much, but even I know that the behaviour I displayed was very unlike me. We met (an hour later than agreed) and went for a quick coffee and a piece of cake. Then we did some shopping for lunch ingredients, took a casual…
Read MoreI grabbed his hand and led him out of the club. We didn’t even say goodbye to the coworkers we were partying the night away with. They probably knew where we were going and what we were about to do anyway. How could they not? It’s not like it hadn’t been obvious for most of the night … and for the almost-three years we’d known each other. Side note: You might want to read Act A: The Photograph first. It’s not necessary, though. It was only a short distance to…
Read MoreI have just had the most amazing four sleeps with my homeboy (Jock) and honestly, I’m in the bestest kinda love. The real kind. I have no words to describe exactly how much I’m feeling for this guy right now. This guy is the most amazing person I have ever met. He’s funny and cool and tender and loving and a real man and… I could go on for some time. Do you mind? Honestly he is rocking my world in a way that I don’t think anyone has ever…
Read MoreDo you ever get shag flashbacks? I do. I can be going about my day, doing something completely boring and mundane, and all of a sudden – BOOM – completely out of nowhere, I’ll have a shag flashback to some naughty little moment that Jock and I shared a few days before. *I want to take credit for the term ‘shag flashback’ but I’m pretty sure Bridget Jones said it first. Today, it happened when I was talking to a friend on my way home from work. We’d bumped into…
Read MoreGuys, I need to talk about something that’s happened. My Mr. Grey and I have been texting … and it’s not all been clean and above board, if you know what I mean. I know, I know, what the fuck am I doing? I have a lovely new boyfriend now — and he really is lovely, isn’t he? He’s making me happy, keeping me sexually satisfied (for the most part), and not fucking things up in a truly catastrophic way. Yet. So, what the fuck am I doing indulging in…
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