UK Dating & Sex Blog | 12 Years of Graphic Detail | 18+
I’ll be honest with you, I have absolutely no clue how to start this. I’ve been avoiding finishing it for ages, but you’ve probably noticed that. A lot of different things led to The Final Straw with Sambuca, and I’m still not quite sure what the fuck actually happened. Maybe you can figure it out?
Read MoreI’m a nightmare for keeping in contact sometimes. I’ll put my phone down somewhere, get distracted by something, and the next thing I know, five hours have passed, and I’ve got a whole bunch of missed notifications. It’s just the way I am, and it was a very regular bone of contention between Sambuca and I. Folks, I think it’s time for me to talk about The Ugly.
Read MoreYou know, I’ve moaned a lot, but there were good parts in my relationship with Sambuca. Yeah, we’ve got more shittiness in Sambuca: The Social Situation(s,) like, jealousy, anger, more breakups and makeups, his perfect woman and conversation-wife, and an absolute fucking truckload of hypocrisy. But I promise you, there were good parts, too. They’re just overshadowed by the bad at this point.
Read MoreHow many times would you push your boundaries to the side for a man before you finally realise, they’re taking the almighty piss out of you? Because The Work Trip was another level of piss-taking, in my opinion, but I could never quite get Sambuca to agree with me…
Read MoreThe man was practically perfect in every way… until he wasn’t. Then, we came to The Bad. Sigh. It’s a tale as old as time, isn’t it? I put these men up on pedestals, setting expectations far too high (for them, not me,) only to have all of my hopes dashed. This chapter of the Sambuca story contains more ups and downs than the Big One at Blackpool Pleasure Beach, so I hope you’re buckled in tight!
Read MoreI didn’t expect to like him as much as I did, what with all my previous sambuca experiences, but once we started talking… well, we never stopped. I took one sip of sambuca, and I liked it. And now I’m a sambuca-holic. Sigh…
Read MoreAfter five years of very much unwanted celibacy, it almost feels like I’m re-losing my virginity whenever I ponder the prospect of having sex again. I’m going to call it my re-virginity. I mean, I know it’s not losing my virginity again, because I am the absolute opposite of a virgin, but the nerves, anxieties, questions, and anticipation are all the same. The thought of standing in front of another person and taking my clothes off, letting them see everything about me, fills me with a sense of panic. My…
Read MoreAre you in the mood for a sexy short story? You’re here, so I’m guessing the answer is a firm yes! Buckle up and get comfortable, because although short, this one sure has some spice! Perfect for those cold winter nights…
Read MoreFun fact about this post: It’s been sat in my drafts for over two years. I didn’t know whether or not I wanted to publish something that featured a Class A drug so heavily and positively. But we’re all adults here, right? I did it, lived it, wrote about it … now I’m sharing it. Consider this your second content warning: this post goes into great detail about an NSFW night on MDMA (ecstasy), talking about it in a positive way. As a side note: I’ve been clean from all…
Read MoreI have a question: If my boyfriend is that disinterested in sex that we’re not having any of it [again], how come I keep waking up in the middle of the night with his hands down my pants? Last night, for example. This morning, actually. 4:38 am, according to the clock. I found myself risen from my slumber, still in the dark, roused by something that was nice and annoying all at once. It took me a few moments to work out what it was: Bear’s hands. Bear’s hands rubbing…
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