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What Makes Great Sex Great?

July 10, 2012May 28, 2025 notsosexinthecity3 Comments

I’ve been dating my current beau for around three months now, and for a month or so of that we’ve been “Facebook Official.” You know it’s fairly serious when I’m happy for my family and friends to be able to locate him and potentially stalk him on social media. He’s great and all, but I need to talk about a couple of things. So, let’s start with a question: what makes great sex great… and what doesn’t? What makes great sex great? I started writing this blog not just for…

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Anal Sex: What’s the Deal?

July 13, 2012May 11, 2025 notsosexinthecityAnal2 Comments

What’s the obsession with anal sex lately? Or just generally? Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate it. I’ll order anal from time to time if it’s on the menu, but to be honest, I don’t really get all that much from anal play/sex. It’s not something that I’d actively seek out, and it certainly wouldn’t be my first choice of filthy things to do….

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I Think We Need To Break Up

July 14, 2012May 12, 2025 notsosexinthecity

So, at the worst possible time, I realised that it’s time for me and Guy to break up. He’s not the right guy for me, for so many reasons. So, so, so many. I actually think we’d be here for an eternity if I were to list them all, but I’ll give you a handful of reasons that I’m sure you’ll agree with. Are you ready? (Sigh.) (Mid-)Fuck Guy initially wanted to put his dick in my ass again. When I said no, he kept offering “sweeteners” – things like,…

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Dilemma

July 15, 2012May 12, 2025 notsosexinthecityBreakups

I genuinely meant to break up with Guy. I did. I promise you, I did. When I invited him over, I planned to sit him down, hand over the stuff that he’d left at my house, then tell him it was over. I almost did it, too. Almost being the important word. I think I’ve got myself a little dilemma, peeps.

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I Finally Did It

July 25, 2012May 29, 2025 notsosexinthecityBreakups2 Comments

I finally invited The Guy I Couldn’t Get Rid Of (Guy) to mine, to do the dreaded deed… AKA break up with him. And yes, I finally did it. I broke up with him. I actually did it this time… I think?

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Text Sex Crazy

August 6, 2012May 29, 2025 notsosexinthecityMasturbation

So, I’ve been single for a little while, but you wouldn’t think it from the way I’ve been acting. Do you remember The Guy I Couldn’t Get Rid Of, also known as Guy? Well, he’s turned into a post-relationship, text sex crazy sorta thing… and we definitely shouldn’t be doing it.

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I Did a Bad, Bad Thing

August 8, 2012May 29, 2025 notsosexinthecityJealous6 Comments

Okay, so, last night I made a dumb decision. I did a bad thing. A bad, bad thing. I decided to meet Guy for a drink, taking the Bestie along with me, in a bar that I used to work in that would be filled with people I knew. You’d think that would be protection enough against any bad decisions, but no, my vagina had other ideas.

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Biting Me in the Ass!

September 13, 2012May 16, 2025 notsosexinthecity

You guys, I need to admit something. In case you’re not aware, I accidentally invited The Guy I Couldn’t Get Rid Of (Guy) to mine after sending a nerve-wracking email to My Mr. Grey that bares my soul and asked him to love me forever. That decision is now biting me in the ass.

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The Guy I Couldn’t Get Rid Of (Literally)

September 25, 2012May 19, 2025 notsosexinthecityBreakups

I cannot believe I’m saying this, but The Guy I Couldn’t Get Rid Of is proving difficult to get rid of… again. He’s a lunatic. A crazy fucking lunatic. And he will not leave me alone right now. I think I’ve got myself a little stalker. Texts, texts, texts Yesterday I woke up to a barrage of text messages from Guy, all proclaiming his love to me, begging for another chance, asking what he can do or change to make me happy again… For a split second, like a mini-millisecond,…