7+ years of my life in very graphic detail. Dating | sex | mental health | life blog. Frequently #NSFW 18+
Ah … August 9th. You might not remember August 9th, but I do. It’s a date I don’t think I’ll forget about in a hurry; one that brings a very cheeky blush to my face as I remember the things I was doing last year. Or, rather, the person I was doing last year: My Mr. Grey. If you haven’t yet read Warning! Explicit Content!, you might want to read it now. It’s proper NSFW, by the way. I sent him a Facebook post as soon as I awoke and…
Read MoreI really can’t make my mind up about Jock. One day, I think I’m completely and utterly, head-over-heels in love with him. The next, I keep seeing all these things about him that already piss me off, or will likely piss me off in the future. We’ve stopped counting dates. It seems strange to keep doing it now that we’ve committed to each other, the boyfriend-and-girlfriend label well and truly in place. And speaking of dates, our last one was amazing. We didn’t do anything big or grand; we just…
Read MoreThings have been mostly smooth-sailing for me. In fact, Jock and I just went on our sixth date and I’d quite like to talk about that if you don’t mind? “I won’t have time to go home from work and change, but if you can handle me smelly and slightly exhausted, I’d like to pick you up, grab some food, and have an evening picnic?” he said in his text to me, and I gleefully accepted his proposition. “You have options, though,” I told him. “I’m wearing the cutest dress…
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…
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…
Read MoreFuck it, I’ve decided to completely ignore the fact that One Ball might be reading my blog and tell you all about my second date with the fabulous Jock. Because he really is totally fabulous. I told you in my last post that he was more touchy-feely this time around; well, there was more kissing this time around too. We parked up to “have a cigarette” which we both knew was code for making out in his car. We’re still playing it cool and not taking things too far, but…
Read MoreSo, this new guy [Jock] has got me totally figured out already. Well, he hasn’t, but he’s going the right way. We’ve been texting and calling each other in that way that new potential lovers do: constant questions and answers, flirty banter, naughty conversations that you would berate other boys for. I thought I might’ve grown bored of him by now. No sign of that, though. The stuff he’s saying to me is driving me crazy. Whether I ‘like’ him or not, I’m definitely lusting after him. But I’m wondering…
Read MoreSo … yeah, I went on a date with Jock. The date ended up being 11 hours long. I had so much fun with him I didn’t realise where the time had gone, and neither did he. Peeps, I’m in SERIOUS trouble. Our date was cute, cheap, and very cheerful. We chose the arcades and some seaside fun, making plans to eat ice cream and paddle on the beach and frolic in the sunshine. He tried to win me a toy at the arcades, on the grabber machines, but he…
Read MoreYou 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…
Read MoreI 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…
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