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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 MoreI was at work the other day, casually minding my own business when someone came in who looked familiar. It took me a few minutes to figure it out but it finally came to me: I’d seen her face on Facebook; she was dating one of my ex-boyfriends now. My first ever boyfriend, in fact. Number 1. She caught me looking at her and smiled in an almost quizzing manner, so I figured I’d just be honest about why. “I’m so sorry, I think I know you from the Facebook…
Read MoreSomething happened the weekend just past, I think. Something very big and very beautiful and … well, very fucking scary. We – Jock and I – clicked into place. Something clicked. There was a click. We went from ‘dating’ to ‘in a relationship’ and we both felt it. It happened right there in front of us. We both already know that the chemistry is there between us. It’s kinda undeniable at this point. We can’t stop having sex, and although we’ve had a few hiccups here and there, everything is…
Read MoreSo, you know I spent those two wonderful days with Jock? Our first two-day sleepover? [How to Make Her Love You in 69 Days & Maybe the Key to Great Sex Is …] Well, it was awesome and stuff, but there’s a part of it I haven’t told you about yet. Technically, I think we had our first fight. We were at the seaside, because you know how much this bitch loves the seaside. I was taking a photo of us, a cute one, and he ruined it by shoving…
Read MoreDo you remember me telling you about the two days that Jock and I were due to spend together? [Wicked Games] Well, we spent those two days together, and it was actually really bloody lovely. I know what you’re wondering: Did he say the L-word? Nope. No, he did not. It’s quite ironic, really. First, all I could think about was saying it to him, but then I got over that and got a grip of myself. Next came his almost-L-word in virtually every conversation we had, which initially sent…
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 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 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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