7+ years of my life in very graphic detail. Dating | sex | mental health | life blog. Frequently #NSFW 18+
I think Jock might be playing games with me, and I don’t like it all that much. It started with the whole, “I’ve to something to tell you but I don’t want to tell you over the phone” business, and then there’s been little hints here and there, but still, here we are, L-word-less, but he’s still flipping hinting. It’s like he wants me to think that he’s going to say it, but doesn’t actually have any intention of saying it. Am I just fooling myself here? Could it be…
Read MoreJock and I got into trouble with his roommates for having noisy sex the other day, so that was super fun. To be fair, we didn’t exactly get into trouble, but his [female] roommate did pull him to one side after waiting for me to leave the room, to ask him if there was a chance we could keep it down a bit when we started shagging later. That left him with the hilarious task of trying to convey the message to me — and he thought it was proper…
Read MoreSo, Jock dropped me off last night and things were weird for a bit longer. Me being me, I’ve been overthinking the shit out of it and I *think* I might’ve figured out what’s going on. [Last post > Shooting Stars & Sex in Cars] Earlier in the day, not long after he picked me up, Jock said this to me: “I’ve got something I need to tell you but I don’t want to tell you now. I’ll tell you later.” I really fucking hate it when people do that…
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 MoreCasually, out of nowhere, on our last date, Jock dropped something quite huge into the conversation. “I think I need to tell my ex that I’m with you.” Lolz, wot? We’ve known each other for eight weeks. That’s it. It feels like everything is now moving at warped speed. We’re already throwing the L-word around like it’s a game of ping pong, now we’re rushing into telling the ex. Why? Why’s he gotta tell her already? Why does he need to tell her at all? He continued … “Next weekend,…
Read MoreSo … on Thursday night, I went out and got drunk. D-r-u-n-k. Blind, stinkin’ drunk. Me and a couple of my work colleagues had been invited to a training evening, but the training evening was actually an evening in a not-so-local pub, with a free bar. As you can probably imagine, it turned into less of a work event and more of a complete disaster the more the night went on … and the more the beer flowed. I had a fantastic night, flirting a little too much with the…
Read MoreShit. It happened. That moment I was so fearful of finally happened … the one where Jock said the L-word to me. Well, actually, it didn’t happen. But it kinda did … And then it got kinda awkward and complicated. I should probably explain myself. Back when One Ball and I were dating, he drew me a doodle one day. It was a doodle of a dinosaur. In fact, why don’t I just show you? Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago, Jock said something to me that went…
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 MoreFuck me, I don’t even know where to start updating you with everything. I’m about a week behind in blog posts, so I’ll try to keep things nice and easy to read along with … but I have so much to tell you! “I’m picking you up after work. Wear the cowboy boots and that dress again, please,” Jock text me. It thrilled me that he’d told me what to wear. It’s a little bit of a kink of mine, I think; a man telling me what to wear, how…
Read MoreJock and I went on our third date. It was wonderful. We went camping and all this cute shit happened and YES WE FUCKED AND I KNOW THAT’S WHAT YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW. He agreed to get everything sorted as I had work during the day — and that’s just what he did. He found the cutest little campsite, organised it so that it would be just us on the site, sorted out a tent, grabbed food and beers, and even decorated the tent and surrounding space with solar-powered…
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