12+ years of my life in very graphic detail. Life, dating & sex blog. 18+
You kiss her like you mean it; like you’re hungry for her lips to press and caress and move against yours. Your hands can’t help but roam as you do, stroking up and down her arms at first, but they soon move – as though they have a life of their own – to trail a finger against her cheek, to grapple and grab and yank her hair, to lightly-but-firmly grasp around her neck … You’ve missed her. You want her to look at you in that way she always…
Read More“I got a bad idea, how about we take a little bit of time away?” The Ariana Grande song playing in the background was pretty ironic considering the situation she’d found herself in. You’d just told her those words that make her weak at the knees and damp between the thighs: “I need you”, and she knew the feeling; she needed you too. That’s why she smiled when you half-whispered those words into her ear. It was barely audible above the loud noise of the music and hum-drum of the…
Read MoreWould you like to know how many selfies I’ve taken with you in mind as the receiver, but never had the balls to send? Too many to count at this point. Tens, definitely. Maybe even hundreds. Some of them are deleted before they even have the chance to see the light of day, but a few of them? I’m dying to send them to you. I’ve gotten close a couple of times, inserting the image into the message box before promptly deleting it and berating myself for being foolish. I’m…
Read MoreI always wondered what it would have been like if we’d introduced a third party into our sex life. I know it’s a bit too late for what-ifs now, but I do wonder, just sometimes. And I think that’s one of my prominent life regrets: not saying yes when I was given the opportunity to have one last bite at the girl-boy-girl bullet. I imagine it would have been a glorious occasion. I also wonder if we would have looked back over the night with happier, hornier memories than my actual…
Read MoreDo you ever get shag flashbacks? I do. I can be going about my day, doing something completely boring and mundane, and all of a sudden – BOOM – completely out of nowhere, I’ll have a shag flashback to some naughty little moment that Jock and I shared a few days before. *I want to take credit for the term ‘shag flashback’ but I’m pretty sure Bridget Jones said it first. Today, it happened when I was talking to a friend on my way home from work. We’d bumped into…
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 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, do you remember me telling you about my little problem with One Ball? I couldn’t make him cum in my mouth, that was the problem. It wasn’t anything big or super problematic or anything, but it was a big deal to me. Well, it’s not so much of a big deal anymore … ? I’ll start at the beginning. I had my first ever bikini wax, peeps. That first rip of the strip from my poor vagina hurt more than I ever could describe to you, and then there’s…
Read MoreFollowing on from The Art of Blowjobs. I have a plan. One more serious attempt before I give up and accept the fact that my mouth is never going to make One Ball cum. I have an outfit that I know he’s going to love. And by love I mean, *fucking* love. A black sweater dress, figure-hugging, with heeled boots that sit just over my knee. They’d probably be knee-high on anyone else, but I’ve got short little legs that make knee-high boots actually sit just above the knee. Like,…
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