Bear Mental Health 

Six Months

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I haven’t had sex with my boyfriend for over six months. (It’s still Bear, by the way.)  Fuck me (literally). I said it. I actually said it. That’s the first time I’ve actually acknowledged it. Sat down, worked it out, jotted it down.  Six months. I bet you’re wondering what the fuck happened? Yes, well, so am I.  It started with me …  I was depressed. Very depressed. Couldn’t even get in the shower, brush my hair, or clean my teeth-depressed. But we’ll talk about that another time. Getting back…

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The Married Guy 

Soldiering Through: The Double Friend Request

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Can we just talk about Number 28 for a moment? Why? Because the cheeky fucker keeps popping into my life and honestly, he’s starting to test my damn patience. For those of you who haven’t been reading long, Number 28 is also known as The Married Guy. He’s not one I don’t remember much about — I was 18, drunk a lot, and stupid; he was married and never leaving his wife for me despite how much he protested otherwise. Of course, I was too young and dumb to realise…

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Bear True Tales 

Anal FOMO: My 30-Something Anal Crisis

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It’s been 17 months. That’s how long Bear and I have been together. Something like that. He keeps count more meticulously than I do. I’m useless with dates. I’m useless with most things that are important, especially as far as numbers are concerned. 17 months doesn’t sound like that long when you think about it. At the same time, it’s the longest time in the world. We moved in together way too early — around the six-month mark — but I wouldn’t say it hindered us at all. It might…

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Bear True Tales 

Intimacy, But Not Sex.

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You know, I quite liked fucking your pretty little mouth last night.  Sometimes, Bear says the most explicit of things at the most innocent of times. Like when I’m the kitchen making chips. Homemade chips. I can’t stand oven chips. I make my own, first peeling them, then boiling them for exactly 8 minutes, straining them and slightly fluffing them up a bit in the colander so that they have that lovely crispiness around the edges. Then I toss them in oil mixed with some salt and pepper, maybe some…

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Bear 

Day Six: Full Cretin

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Sometimes, I’d quite like to strangle Bear. Like right now, for example. It’s day six of the new tablets. Day six of life with Borderline Personality Disorder. It’s been one hell of a fucking rollercoaster so far. I honestly think I preferred it before. Confirmation this morning. Bear DOES NOT have schizophrenia. He was wrongly diagnosed. He has Borderline Personality Disorder. I knew it. I knew he wasn’t a schizophrenic! ?? — NotSoSexintheCity (@notsosexintheci) 17 January 2018 He takes one tablet before he goes to bed for two weeks. Then…

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Sailor Boy The Fireman 

January 5th

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14 years ago today, a girl got on a train. She had a duffel bag that was almost bigger than she was, trying her best to manoeuvre her way through the big London station with her Dad and Grandfather. They’d come to see her off. To say goodbye to their little girl, who was fast becoming a big girl. Such a big girl, in fact, she was about to embark on the biggest journey she would ever go on, aged just 17. As she waited for the train, she spotted…

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Bear 

Car Parks & Shooting Stars

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I’m a little bit obsessed with space. Anyone who knows me knows that. It just amazes me. I watch space documentaries on the daily and the more I learn, the more I feel incredibly tiny. And the more I want to learn. I like feeling tiny. I love the feeling of knowing we are the tiniest magical blue dot in the middle of something vast and perhaps even never-ending. I seriously regret not paying more attention to this stuff when I was at school. If I’d have known that all…

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Bear 

Season’s Greetings

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Wanna hear something romantic as fuck? It’s a bit cringe-worthy, I think, so you must promise you won’t laugh at me. I had this daft idea that Bear and I should reuse the same Christmas cards to each other, just adding new messages, year after year, and he’s only gone and bloody done it. What a fucking cutie. It was an idea I had last year. I think I’d seen it in the papers, some seventy-odd-year-old couple had been using the same Christmas card or Valentine’s Day card for the…

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Bear True Tales 

Top 100 Sex Blog 2017 – Sixth! (Also: Nipple Sticks)

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  What a bloody wonderful surprise to check my Twitter one day and come across this absolute beaut:   No. 6 this year (and I am starting to feel like a DJ here) is @notsosexintheci #top100sexblogs2017 https://t.co/4FIc0Hw3Ew — Molly (@Mollysdailykiss) December 2, 2017   Firstly, thank you so much! It’s an honour to come sixth! SIXTH! Secondly, I feel like a bloody fraud. I barely have sex these days, let alone write about it, but I’m working on it. (I promise I’m working on it.) That Tweet and award came…

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Sex Tips 

Sexual Hoop-Jumping

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How many of you would demand that a partner get him or herself sexually checked out before you agreed to hop in the sack with them? I should do a twitter poll on this, you know. It would be super interesting to see the results. Because I do that. Exactly that. I’ve done it a few times. I DEMAND that a partner gets themselves sexually checked out before I’ll agree to “do bits”. Too much? I don’t think so. And I’m about to tell you why. Some of you will know…

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