UK Dating & Sex Blog | 12 Years of Graphic Detail | 18+
It was love at first sight, or maybe it was lust at first sight? Either way, it was something. Her long red hair, the glorious curves of her body, the way she wrapped herself around the metal pole – all of it captivated me. Everything about her was captivating. You could say, I fell in love with a stripper that day.
Read MoreToday, I’d like to share a little erotic short story with you… that may or may not be based on true events. Get comfy and cosy, folks. I’m about to turn the heat up… Once upon a time, I asked you, “Hey, what if I get horny and you’re asleep?”
Read MoreIt’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…
Read MoreYou 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…
Read MoreWhat 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…
Read MoreHow 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…
Read MoreIf you haven’t heard about the dating term ‘stealthing,’ then it’s about time you did. Dangerous, violating, and disrespectful – and that’s just the tip of the iceberg!
Read MoreWe’d unexpectedly found ourselves alone, left twiddling our thumbs, staring at each other from opposite ends of a dining room table. There was something about him today. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was, but it was certainly distracting. I was distracted. Maybe there was something about me? Either way, I couldn’t help but think that he looked like the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Hot as fuck. Hotter than that, in fact. Do you ever have those days when you just look at your significant other…
Read More“Turn around and bend over, baby. Bend over and place your forearms flat along the arm of the chair. Now, leave your left leg with your foot on the floor, and lift your right leg … that’s it, lean your knee on the couch. There’s a good girl. Now, stay there. You were bad today.” I’d been teasing him all day. The new knee-to-ankle tattoo was too painful to wear jeans over, and the only other thing I’d packed was a denim skirt and tights. I had a thousand t-shirts…
Read MoreI was wearing sweat pants. Not just any sweat pants, but the ones I dye my hair in. If we were getting crazy with makeup and fake blood, I didn’t want to do it in my jeans. That’s my defence for wearing my skanky pants around him, anyway. I was also sporting the white vest-top that I dye my hair in, hair tied back, no makeup on (because he was just about to do it all for me), I was hardly at my sexiest. But there was something about it…
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