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As you can probably tell over the last few posts on the blog, I’m very into The Director right now. Whatever it is he’s got, it’s working for me. I can’t wait to see him. I change plans to see him. I make sure I have funds set aside to see him. I do things for him too – I massage, I put out on demand, I cook, I clean, I drop to my knees and share my social-ness knowledge to help better his business. It’s not one-sided – he does…
Read MoreWe’ve just had our fifth date, The Director and I. Wine, pizza and a movie at his. The movie was San Andreas – second time I’ve watched it because I love it and I have a serious crush on The Rock. It’s the whole save-me-in-an-emergency thing. Just like Liam Neeson. Those Taken movies are recorded and regularly watched. I LUST after that man. That accent. The things I would let him do to me… He took me to bed, The Director I mean, not Liam Neeson sadly. Boo. He turned…
Read MoreThe Director has my full attention. We had our third date and I’m not going to lie, it was pretty amazing. We went to see a film for our third date – Legend. I groaned when I learned it was a Kray-style gangsta film but my mood was slightly lifted when I learned it starred Tom Hardy. ‘Hotasfuck‘ as The Director would say. He took me for dinner beforehand in an American diner, and we laughed and chatted and held hands just like new couples do. Then, we went for…
Read MoreWell, I’ve gone and made things really complicated for myself. Super complicated actually. I did that thing where I over-thought everything and kinda screwed things up. The time has come for me to lay it all down on the table and figure out what to do. To start with, The Director has deleted his POF account. Completely deleted it. “Deleted User” I didn’t ask him to, he just did it. Apparently when I got drunk on the first, first date I told him he would only be taking me home if he didn’t…
Read MoreHe said I was the best sex he ever had. He said that to me. The Director said that to me on our second date. Holy fuck. To be fair, we had such great sex that the neighbours complained the next day, which was more than a little embarrassing. Apparently they had heard us shagging two nights that week, and the wife had made the husband come round and tell us to shut the fuck up. Can you believe that actually happened? I know I’m not a silent partner but…
Read MoreSo I went on the second first date with The Director. You know because I couldn’t remember the first one and all. So much has happened. I don’t even know where to begin. I worried about the whole new relationship thing and the dodgy smear situation for a few hours but ultimately decided to cross that bridge when I came to it. After all they might not even need to do any procedures to me this time around. It might be fine. We might not even make it that far.…
Read MoreSo, the hangover seems to have subsided somewhat and I’ve had some time to focus and think back over the stuff that happened on my date. I am genuinely not impressed with my dumbass behaviour. I shouldn’t have slept with him. I shouldn’t have acted the way I did. He’s been regaling me with tales of our night (and enjoying it a little too much for my liking, too) but I’m not sure where Little Miss Promiscuous came from. I need to put her back in the cage she clearly…
Read MoreI went on the date with The Director. I also got blind drunk and turned into an absolute slut. Total slut. Wasn’t that the point of the date though? I went out looking to get laid and get laid I most definitely did…. The only problem is I don’t remember much of it. In fact I barely remember anything at all. I’m a non-drinker. I never drink. So the three large glasses of wine and two or three snakebite and blacks I drank last night on an empty stomach went…
Read More*I should have posted this last night but I’ve been uber blog-happy recently and didn’t want to spam you. However, by the time you read this, I’ll either be nakedly tangled with the guy or I’ll be at home on my own…. I’m sweating. Just sat here typing, finishing off some writing stuff, my leg is bobbing up and down, my toes are twitching, and I’ve got sweaty armpits. I stink. This is nerves. First date nerves. First date nerves because I know I’m probably going to fuck him. The…
Read More“So let me get this straight. If we have a great first few dates you’d be willing to wear skirts and no / tiny underwear for me. You would be happy to be constantly sexually interfered with and you will suck my dick regularly, especially if we haven’t seen each other for a few days. In response, I will give you as much head or cock as you need?” “And romance. Sometimes a gal just needs some romance.” “Fair one. Deal.” “Deal.” “You could be a keeper.” “If I was…
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