My dating & sex life in very graphic detail | 18+
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In advance, soz, but I met a boy, and we went on a first date! I’m getting old and my teenage crush moments are few and far between these days, and that’s the explanation I’m giving for writing what is probably going to be a pathetic excuse for a blog post.
Read MoreI checked my phone sporadically for a message from him, and the date aftermath drove me a little crazy. If you’ve read my last post, you’ll know that I went on a date with One Ball, then ended it with that awkward-hug and kiss-on-cheek combo.
Read MoreIt was mine and One Ball’s third date last night… and you know what that means, don’t you? I’m adding another to the list, because I fucked him. More than once. Oh, and it was glorious. Let’s get to the nitty gritty. That’s why you’re here, right? Ted I invited OB to mine for a movie, snacks, and cups of hot chocolate. Being the third date, I fully prepared myself – shaving all hair away from the neck down, exfoliating every inch of my skin, using the expensive products instead…
Read MoreYeah, so, One Ball didn’t come. No jizz. Nada. Not while he was fucking me, not while I was jerking him off… and, well, I’m not really sure what to do, think, or say about it. I think this might be exactly the sort of thing I should talk about on this dating and sex blog – so, let’s get straight to the one night of no jizz I had a great night. Like, a really great night. I came three times, got fucked into the night, and went to…
Read MoreI have a theory: the only thing you need to get a new boyfriend, is another new boyfriend. It’s like a universal law of boyfriends. Some ex that you gave too many chances to, will always reappear whenever you embark on a new relationship.
Read MoreSometimes, I need… just sex. I don’t need words, dinner, small talk, dates, or anything like that; I just need to get fucked. That was definitely my mood last night, so when a certain someone send a text, asking if they could come over, I said yes with only the tiniest moment of hesitation.
Read MoreI’m always suspicious when things go right, because they so frequently go wrong with me. I had a weird feeling that something was going to go wrong with One Ball, and he proved me right with… well, the kid factor. This blog post-slash-confession is a classic example of how fucked up my dating life always is.
Read MoreThat fucking bloke lied to me again. We went out, had a fabulous time with Bestie in a beer garden, then, on the way home, he dropped another bombshell about his baby mamas. I can’t believe this keeps happening to me. Actually, I can… because I should’ve left him already, but still.
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