ADVICE NEEDED: My White Mum’s Son
I’ve been sleeping with my friend’s son (it’s not as bad as it sounds), but he’s flaky as fuck. He’s popped up out of the blue, and now I don’t know what to do. Help! … More ADVICE NEEDED: My White Mum’s Son
I’ve been sleeping with my friend’s son (it’s not as bad as it sounds), but he’s flaky as fuck. He’s popped up out of the blue, and now I don’t know what to do. Help! … More ADVICE NEEDED: My White Mum’s Son
My fellow blogger, I come to you – in pretty good shape to be fair, all things considered. A lot of shit’s gone down over the last few years, hence the embarrassing gap between this post’s date and that of my last entry. In writing this blog’s exposing stories, I failed to disclose that, between … More All The Rage (Not!)
I’m horny as fuck. I haven’t had sex since June. It was with a 25-year-old Polish guy I’d been fucking around with for a few months, knowing full well he was an arsehole. (He’d spit on my pussy (gross) and sometime in my mouth (way gross!!) and call me a whore in Polish, which I … More I Need To Get Laid!!!!
That drug dealing Tony Montana wannabe cunt actually blocked me! Now I’m really pissed.
Ironically, it all started when I confessed that I feared chivalrous men were a dying breed. I saw G was online on skype and thought I would engage him. The last skype conversation we had, it was one of the best I’ve had with him. I wasn’t sexually attracted to him – felt completely platonic and … More The Nerve Of That Fucking Drug Dealing Tony Montana Wannabe Cunt
I’ve had a few glasses of rosé and watched some bad TV all day – but amongst the inertia, an epiphany has occurred. Yay! For whatever reason (probably the rosé…), I’ve started thinking about the Frenchman. I even did that dumb thing of looking at his Facebook page, just for a quick scroll and blub. He kept … More The ‘Relationship Accountant’
I was getting ready for a date with a guy I’d met on the same dating site when I got a message on the site’s app. I recognised the real name among the username garble and was intrigued. “Oh my gosh, do my eyes deceive me? Is that really you Xxxxx?” it read. “It’s Dan from … More I’m Never Making A Saturday Date Again: Part 2
It’s been a while since I’ve written. I’ve nothing to blame for this except laziness in all honesty. But right now, I’m so angry and fed up, I need to vent to something. It all started three weeks ago. A Saturday. It was raining and freezing and it took everything in me to get out … More I’m Never Making A Saturday Date Again: Part 1