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Act A: The Photograph

November 20, 2019September 17, 2024 notsosexinthecityBad Drunk Decisions, Booty Call, confidence, Ex-Purge, First-Time Sex, Firsts, friends with benefits, Moving On, Reflection, Secret Relationship, Sexual Chemistry, single

“Do you remember that photo?” Of course she did. She remembered it the very second the question started to fall from his mouth, just as she did every time he mentioned it. It’s the photo they don’t show anyone. The one they both love, but can’t post on social media. It’s a really insignificant photo when you just glance at it, a couple of friends at a table in a club, casually enjoying a drink. And it is just that: a casual, insignificant photo of two friends and work…

Fiction (ish) Sex The Lapdog

I Miss My Twenties

July 3, 2019March 20, 2020 notsosexinthecityBad Drunk Decisions, Blowjob, Booty Call, car sex, Dicks Dicks Dicks, Ex-Factor, Fingering, In Public, Reflection, Sex Deprived, Sexual Chemistry2 Comments

An ex-fling thing put some pictures of him and his fiancée on Facebook today, all dressed up and ready to go out, and I had so many thoughts that I felt it might be fun to write a few of them down. Couples get a bit weird once they’ve been together for a while, don’t they? The Facebook album titled “The Big Night Out” ends up sprinkled with an unhealthy amount of nice hotel bathroom shots, images of towels folded into weird shapes on freshly-made beds, photos of plates of…

Dating Jock

An Angry Post

September 1, 2013June 12, 2020 notsosexinthecityBad Drunk Decisions, Fighting, Getting the Ick, Jealousy, love2 Comments

Backstory: Jock and I made plans to meet up so I could help him move house the morning after he’d gone out with The Colombian (that’s his name now). I half-jokingly predicted that Jock would blow me out because he would be hungover, but he assured me that he “wouldn’t get that drunk”. You can probably guess what’s coming next … I woke up this morning to NO message from Jock despite him saying that he’d be up early and would text me. I fucking knew he’d bail. I knew…

Dating Jock

Blown Out

August 30, 2013June 12, 2020 notsosexinthecityAnxiety, Bad Drunk Decisions, Commitment, Fighting, Getting the Ick, Jealousy, My Best Friend Fetish, Overthinking, Soldiers, Trust

So, I tried to be cool about the fact Jock blew me out to hang out with his guy friend, but it is pissing me off. I’m not cool about it. I’m immensely pissed off and I don’t feel like I can talk to him about it because there’s a chance I’m being unreasonable. I hate the fact that I’m annoyed right now. Annoyed about a man choosing to hang out with his boy-friends over me. I’m not that girl anymore. I might’ve been that girl once upon a time,…

Dating Jock Life Mental Health

I’m Fucking Falling For You

July 11, 2013March 19, 2020 notsosexinthecityAnxiety, Bad Dates, Bad Drunk Decisions, Body Image, dating, Ex-Factor, fail, falling in love, Fighting, Forgive, Forgive and Forget, Jealousy, Moving On, new love, period, periods, self esteem, Self-Sabotage, Weight2 Comments

Fuck 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…

Dating Jock Sex True Tales

Third Date (Dick) Analysis

June 30, 2013March 17, 2020 notsosexinthecityBad Drunk Decisions, Camping, Crushin’, dating, Dicks Dicks Dicks, First-Time Sex, Firsts, Moving On, Reflection, Sexual Chemistry

So … I don’t really know where to start. I’ve definitely got fuck-tinted spectacles on as far as Jock is concerned. Our camping third date went so perfectly, even with some of the sex awkwardness, that I’m just kinda walking around on cloud nine, blushing every now and again as I remember some of the naughty stuff we did. And speaking of naughty, I fucked up. We fucked up. When we woke up in the morning, a little hungover, ravenously hungry, and more than little in need of hydration, we…

Dating Number 35: The Take-Me-To-The-Woods-Guy The Hubby

Number 35: The Take Me to the Woods Guy [Part 2]

March 9, 2013March 7, 2020 notsosexinthecityBad Drunk Decisions, Betrayal, Booty Call, cheating, In Public, Lies, marriage, Secret Relationship, self esteem

Continued from Here Comes Trouble: Meet Number 35. He didn’t drive the regular route back from the hospital. Not that I knew the regular route, but the hospital was in town and we also lived in town … I wasn’t sure how come Number 35 and I had ended up in what looked to be the woods. “Why are we here?” I asked him. “Because I’m not done with you yet but people are going to be waking up in the flats. They’ll see or hear us,” he replied, pulling…

Dating Number 35: The Take-Me-To-The-Woods-Guy One Ball Sex The Hubby True Tales

Here We Go Again: Meet Number 35

March 8, 2013March 7, 2020 notsosexinthecityBad Drunk Decisions, Betrayal, Booty Call, cheating, Lies, marriage, Secret Relationship, self esteem, Soldiers

Something has happened, people. Trouble is brewing. I can feel it. To be fair, trouble has already landed in my inbox, but isn’t that what happens when life seems to be going along swimmingly? Something comes along from your past to try and bite you in the ass? “Hello u long time no speak how u been? Xx” That’s it. That’s what I got. The message that popped into my Facebook inbox as One Ball and I were having a casual cup of tea with my mother. The message came…

Dating Sex The Guy with the Big Ears The Hubby The Neighbour's Husband True Tales

Meet Number 30: The Guy With The Big Ears

January 24, 2013April 6, 2020 notsosexinthecityBad Drunk Decisions, Betrayal, Booty Call, cheating, Cock Piercing, falling in love, Lies, Secret Relationship, Soldiers

Since I’m talking about army life and infidelity, I feel it’s about time that I told you about Number 30: The Guy with the Big Ears. I’m going to call him Big Ears for short. When we first met, he was tall, weedy, lanky, and a joker, just like Number 36: The Neighbour’s Husband. My husband [The Hubby] went away with work, a number of found-out infidelities already under his belt, and I found myself bizarrely attracted to the really tall guy with the big ears. By the time we…

Dating Sex The Hubby The Neighbour's Husband True Tales

Meet Number 36

January 23, 2013February 15, 2020 notsosexinthecityBad Drunk Decisions, Betrayal, Booty Call, cheating, friends with benefits, Lies, marriage, Secret Relationship, Sexual Chemistry, Soldiers

Number 36, also known as The Neighbour’s Husband, was a cute boy. A soldier. Attractive, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and with a handful of tattoos. Some of them were jokey tattoos, designed to be displayed on drunken nights out, like that one on his butt that everyone joked about every time we went out drinking together. He got his butt out a lot. In fact, he did anything it took to make the people around him laugh. Number 36 had an infectious personality. When he was happy and chirpy, which he was…