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I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t stop my hands from tearing at the bed sheets. I couldn’t stay still, squirming around his bed wanting more, and wanting him to stop, all at the same time. I was putty in his hands and I would have done anything he wanted in that moment.
Read MoreSo, Someone New and I went on our third date. We didn’t have sex. But I can 100% wholeheartedly tell you that I CANNOT keep my hands off this guy. It was pathetic. I was a pathetic, horny little mess. He loved the attention and said as much, but even I know that the behaviour I displayed was very unlike me. We met (an hour later than agreed) and went for a quick coffee and a piece of cake. Then we did some shopping for lunch ingredients, took a casual…
Read MoreI grabbed his hand and led him out of the club. We didn’t even say goodbye to the coworkers we were partying the night away with. They probably knew where we were going and what we were about to do anyway. How could they not? It’s not like it hadn’t been obvious for most of the night … and for the almost-three years we’d known each other. Side note: You might want to read Act A: The Photograph first. It’s not necessary, though. It was only a short distance to…
Read MoreI have just had the most amazing four sleeps with my homeboy (Jock) and honestly, I’m in the bestest kinda love. The real kind. I have no words to describe exactly how much I’m feeling for this guy right now. This guy is the most amazing person I have ever met. He’s funny and cool and tender and loving and a real man and… I could go on for some time. Do you mind? Honestly he is rocking my world in a way that I don’t think anyone has ever…
Read MoreDo you ever get shag flashbacks? I do. I can be going about my day, doing something completely boring and mundane, and all of a sudden – BOOM – completely out of nowhere, I’ll have a shag flashback to some naughty little moment that Jock and I shared a few days before. *I want to take credit for the term ‘shag flashback’ but I’m pretty sure Bridget Jones said it first. Today, it happened when I was talking to a friend on my way home from work. We’d bumped into…
Read MoreGuys, I need to talk about something that’s happened. My Mr. Grey and I have been texting … and it’s not all been clean and above board, if you know what I mean. I know, I know, what the fuck am I doing? I have a lovely new boyfriend now — and he really is lovely, isn’t he? He’s making me happy, keeping me sexually satisfied (for the most part), and not fucking things up in a truly catastrophic way. Yet. So, what the fuck am I doing indulging in…
Read MoreIt’s been a couple of days, sorry about that. How have you been? I’ve been busy. Too much work, too much other work, socialising, trying to have a life, you know. I’ve seen Jock, too. We’re still plodding along in that way we do, although we haven’t yet had the chance to book another sleepover. That doesn’t mean we haven’t fucked, though. There’s been plenty of fucking, don’t you worry. He took me out on a great date yesterday. He dropped his step-kid off becoming coming to pick me up…
Read MoreAh … August 9th. You might not remember August 9th, but I do. It’s a date I don’t think I’ll forget about in a hurry; one that brings a very cheeky blush to my face as I remember the things I was doing last year. Or, rather, the person I was doing last year: My Mr. Grey. If you haven’t yet read Warning! Explicit Content!, you might want to read it now. It’s proper NSFW, by the way. I sent him a Facebook post as soon as I awoke and…
Read MoreJock and I have had a grand total of four sleepovers. For two of them, I was on my period and we didn’t get to fuck. We played around and did lots of other playful stuff, but not full PIV [penis-in-vagina] sex. On the other two occasions, we did fuck. And during those two times, I noticed something: he doesn’t always spring up on-demand … if you get my drift. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not something that’s caused us problems up until this point, but I have noticed it,…
Read MoreThings have been mostly smooth-sailing for me. In fact, Jock and I just went on our sixth date and I’d quite like to talk about that if you don’t mind? “I won’t have time to go home from work and change, but if you can handle me smelly and slightly exhausted, I’d like to pick you up, grab some food, and have an evening picnic?” he said in his text to me, and I gleefully accepted his proposition. “You have options, though,” I told him. “I’m wearing the cutest dress…
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