Category: True Tales

So, do you remember me telling you about my little problem with One Ball? I couldn’t make him come in my mouth, that was the problem. It wasn’t anything big or super problematic or anything, but it was a big deal to me. Well, it’s not so much of a big deal anymore … ? I’ll start at the beginning. I had my first ever bikini wax, peeps. That first rip of the strip from my poor vagina hurt more than I ever could describe to you, and then there’s…

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Following on from The Art of Blowjobs. I have a plan. One more serious attempt before I give up and accept the fact that my mouth is never going to make One Ball come. I have an outfit that I know he’s going to love. And by love I mean, *fucking* love. A black sweater dress, figure-hugging, with heeled boots that sit just over my knee. They’d probably be knee-high on anyone else, but I’ve got short little legs that make knee-high boots actually sit just above the knee. Like,…

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I have a very serious predicament, people. It’s a predicament that’s making me more frustrated than it should, but I’ve already tried to overlook it and ignore it and doing all of that just hasn’t worked. I can’t make One Ball come in my mouth by giving him head. I’ve been trying for months, everything I/we could possibly think to try but still, nothing has worked. Nothing at all. And now it feels like it might be time for me to give up trying … at least for now. And…

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“Is that your boyfriend over there?” my work colleague asked me, pointing to the door. “Oh my fucking god, yes it is. Why’s he still dressed like that … ?” On the first night that One Ball was at mine, he decided that he would pick me up from work still wearing his military uniform. “I know you’re not done for another fifteen minutes, but take a look in that bag and give it some thought while I go and grab us a couple of coffees,” was all One Ball…

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“You’ll need to go gently with me tonight, I’m a little sore,” I told One Ball, as we got into bed. It was his third night staying at mine, and we’d already had two pretty adventurous, energetic nights. In case you missed them – Night 1: Electro-Sex Night 2: Nine and a Half Weeks   And then there we were: night three. “I’ll go slow and use lots of lubricant. Just tell me if it gets too much,” he replied, slowly shuffling down the bed and reaching up for my…

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The thing about One Ball is that he’s naughty and nice, rolled into quite a good-looking package. He can transform from innocent, naive and big-eyed to red-hot, bitey and passionate in the swiftest of moments. One minute he’s cute and goofy and making me laugh, and the next … he’s definitely not making me laugh, put it that way. “What shall we do tonight?” he asked. “How about a movie and takeout?” I suggested. A few minutes of browsing through the DVDs in my cabinet later, we agreed upon Nine…

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