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Read More7+ years of my life in very graphic detail. Dating | sex | mental health | life blog. Frequently #NSFW 18+
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Read MoreAn 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…
Read MoreSo …. I did my first love puff with Jock. Queef. Vart. Fanny fart. Vaginal flatulence. Definition from Urban Dictionary Whatever it is you like to call it, I did it. That little expulsion of air from the vagina that makes life super hilarious and super embarrassing all at the same time. For fuck’s sake. It was mortifying. I know it shouldn’t be embarrassing; it’s just the human body’s natural reaction to sex sometimes, right? When something is pumping in and out of a tight spot for long enough, it’s…
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 MoreSo … 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…
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