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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…

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Picnicking

November 14, 2019September 17, 2024 notsosexinthecityBlowjob, Booty Call, experimenting, fantasies, friends with benefits, In Public, oral sex

“We’re quite far away from the footpath here, shall we sit?” “Sounds good, I’m hungry!” And with that, he laid back flat against the soft, green grass. It had been a wonderful lunchtime, just the two of us strolling around town and enjoying the delights that the historic area had to offer. It was his idea to grab bits and pieces for a quick picnic, a suggestion I happily jumped on. I wondered if he’d guess why I suggested that particular picnic area, a 70-hectare heritage park that was wide-open…

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When He Holds My Hair …

October 20, 2019September 17, 2024 notsosexinthecityBlowjob, Bondage, Booty Call, Collared, Cumshot, Dicks Dicks Dicks, Dominant, fantasies, friends with benefits, oral sex

I love it when he holds my hair. Well, when he touches it really. It can be a heavy-handed action, fistfuls of it grabbed during a heated moment of action. It can be a light-handed motion too, like when he lightly glides his fingers down the length of it when it’s freshly washed and super-soft. Perhaps it’s the fact that it can be both hot and heavy, and light and soft, all at the same time that makes it so special? I don’t know what it is, but I do…

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Harder

October 5, 2019April 3, 2020 notsosexinthecityBooty Call, car sex, Ex-Factor, fantasies, friends with benefits, In Public, Reflection, Regrets, Sex Deprived, Sexual Chemistry

Soooooo, do you remember a blog post I shared a little while ago called I Miss My Twenties? Well, it seems that if you talk about ’em, they’ll pop up. And pop up he did … This blog post is dedicated to him. ***** You always seem to message me on Saturday nights. I’m guessing that’s because Saturday night was always our night. Everyone else would be out partying, but not us. We’d be sat in your car somewhere, talking shit, kissing, touching, listening to music. I’m listening to our…

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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 My Mr. Grey One Ball

Paranoid Prick

April 30, 2013March 10, 2020 notsosexinthecityAnxiety, Betrayal, Booty Call, Breakups, cheating, friends with benefits, Getting the Ick, long distance relationship, Secret Relationship, Sexual Chemistry, Soldiers

You want to know whether or not I fucked My Mr. Grey on his visit down to my end of the country, don’t you? Don’t worry, I’m not going to beat around the bush. I’ll get to the point: I didn’t do it. I didn’t fuck My Mr. Grey. And although it was the right decision – the moral one – I’m not happy about it at all. Nope. Not at all. One Ball is a good man. We’ve had our ups and downs, yes, but he’s been a very…

Dating My Mr. Grey One Ball

I Want to Fuck My Mr. Grey

April 23, 2013March 10, 2020 notsosexinthecityAnxiety, Betrayal, Booty Call, Breakups, cheating, friends with benefits, Getting the Ick, Lies, long distance relationship, Secret Relationship, Sexual Chemistry, Soldiers

I did a really stupid thing: I text My Mr. Grey. I don’t really know why I did it. I think I was just overthinking the shitty second week One Ball and I had together, overanalysing all the little flaws I can see starting to appear in our relationship. He’s quite immature and boyish at times, and he really can’t make a decision to save his life, and there are lots of other little things that are making me think perhaps he’s just not the right kind of guy for…

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…

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The Riding Crop, The Proposed Threesome and a Brown Derby

February 4, 2013February 23, 2020 notsosexinthecityAnal, Booty Call, Fighting, long distance relationship, love, Soldiers, threesome

One Ball has been and gone again. He’s gone back to his army base, a good two-hours drive away from where I live, and we’ve made no more plans to see each other for at least another four weeks. Four long and miserable weeks. I forgot just how much long-distance relationships sucked. As always, I slept perfectly for the entire time he was here. No nightmares, no random waking up in the middle of the night, just blissful rest and sleep. Well, it was almost blissful; there was one night…