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Catch Up

Oh dear. Sorry. I haven’t blogged in like a week. That is shocking. Please queue up now to spank me as punishment.

So let me fill you in on what’s been going on.

Last weekend Mr Married Man came to see me. You hear that, he came here. On time. Wow.
So we went to the pub down the road from me to talk. I knew what I had to say. The truth about the foursome.

So I told him the truth. Vaguely. As I’m not even sure. He asked about condoms. I said we used them. He said I didn’t remember. I said I remember that. I insisted on that. He looked at me and reminded me of when we met. No condoms. He accepted it, and insisted that we both go get tested. Nothing was to happen between us until we got tested.

A hand job under the table later damn you wine.. and we were in a taxi to the flat. Before we had sex I said to him. Oi. Condoms. You said you used them, he replied, so doesn’t matter.

Whilst out for dinner, my mum text me saying they were visiting tomorrow morning. I’ll meet them, said Mr Married Man. I was shocked. What?! I’ll meet your parents, he repeated.

So the next day, after hours of shopping with my parents, Mr Married Man turned up. We went for a drink, he bought the drinks and they chatted. Afterwards my parents said how nice he is, and they’re glad I have someone looking after me.

On Monday he came to me again and we went to the pub for dinner for a few hours before he left to finish some work.
I saw him again last night, we went to a few bars and drank awful champagne/wine.

The thing is though, we’re now on a complete honesty kind of thing. I told him about the online dating, but should I tell him about this blog? My last secret..

Plenty More Fish

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You know that old saying, there are plenty more fish in the sea, well, I thought I’d take this literally.

I have a friend who’s on the dating website, so I thought I’d see what its like.

I do not like it.

Some of the questions on the ‘quiz’ were hilarious though.

Answer strongly agree, agree, disagree, strongly disagree.

White lies, like faking orgasm, are perfectly normal in maintaining a relationship

Strongly disagree, definitely. In the case of faking orgasm anyway.

So I had just signed up, filled in the litte writing about me section and within 5 minutes, I had 5 messages. Five. I didn’t even have a photo up at this point!

After about half an hour I added a photo, then the messages kept coming. I was actually getting annoyed with the amount of emails. And the lack of wit from the men.

One, aged 53, asked if I wanted to be a ‘sugar babe’. Maybe I should add sugar daddies need not apply.

I’ve had ‘oioi’, usual copy and paste rants about themselves, a few ‘wow you’re stunning blah blah’ that must be sent to every girl and even a cheesy joke. Literally. I went to the shop the other day and a man started to throw cheese at me… I thought how mature!

I’ve been on social sites before, met people from the internet since 14 and I’m pretty used to it. But this, it’s just a whole different kettle of fish.

I’ll go back to drowning my sorrows with the rest I think.

Sunshine

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Waheyyyy, the suns back!

I put a dress on yesterday, the sun vanished. I jinxed it obviously. Today I’m so far in underwear. If I dare put a dress on I fear a storm will suddenly appear!

I love that it’s sunny, as it means I won’t fecking freeze to death later.

Last year I was still going out in a thick winter coat well into the summer. It’s cold at night, right? It wasn’t until my mate threatened me that I finally stopped wearing it.

I’m looking forward to going out. Gonna wear my shortest dress. It’s a no brainer right.
Last time I went out I wore a nice dress, it wasn’t exactly amazing though. I need something to get me noticed. To get me back out there. Which is hard, with hundreds of other pretty girls all in tight short dresses and high heels.

Unfortunately the clubs changed to the one where I took Mr MM. And the dress I want to wear is the one I wore that night. I’m not exactly helping myself.

But hey, if I can pull a married man in this dress, single men must be easy ;)

It’s not about pulling though, it’s about me. I’m allowed to be vain and shallow for a while, it’s confidence building. What do you mean no? It is. I said so.
I just want to be able to have fun, and have a laugh. I’m not on antibiotics this time either, so getting drunk is an option. Although when drinks are upwards of £10 each, it’s a bit depressing of a challenge.

My male friend keeps trying to set us challenges. Although he thinks every challenge is unfair as I have an advantage as a female. So go on, set us a challenge? Just for fun ;)

Sexy Saturday 21/1/12

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Supposedly the perfect ‘seduce any man’ sort of dress. Does it work? ;)

I wore this on my 3rd date with Mr Married Man. Not that he needed seducing by that point.
I’m not a fan of suspenders. I love them, but they don’t love me. They are sexy, yes. But will they ever stay up on me? No. My suspender belt fell down, as did the suspenders. Not a class look wriggling down the street!
I stopped to pull them up discretely behind a post box making sure no one on the street could see. This required a bit of bum flashing to get the suspender belt back up. To my horror, after doing this, I spotted the two chefs behind me staring with big smiles on their faces. Bugger.

Next weeks theme: Leopard print. Show me the sexy.

Sexy Saturday

You can find the code for my badge on the right hand side, or on the Sexy Saturday page :)

It’s Not You, It’s Me

Mr Married Man’s noticed that I’ve been a bit distant this week.

Have you changed how you feel about us? I get the feeling somethings changed…

Quite frankly, I don’t know what I feel this week.

I said what I daren’t say yesterday. [Thanks to Mummy Bear] I just don’t know where I stand. I don’t know what’s ‘started’ and I don’t know what’s going on.

I didn’t want to ask before because I knew I wouldn’t like the answer. And I was right.

I’m not going into every discussion I have. I don’t want to have to justify why I said x or y or didn’t do a or b with you. So that’s just how it’ll have to be for now I suppose.

Hurt Or Heal made a good point yesterday. He has all the control. She’s right. And there’s not much I can do about it.

You make me so happy he said, I want to make you happy but I just seem to be making you miserable

He says this, but he knows exactly what he needs to do to make me happy. To let me know what’s going on isn’t that difficult is it?

I don’t know how I make you feel happy when I feel so sad I replied.

I have no idea what I do to make him happy, I’m mostly just grumpy all the time. I’ve told him before that when I get like this, all he has to do is give me some encouragement, such as tell me what makes him happy. As usual, he did the opposite.

If you don’t want to see me anymore then just say, I’ll understand – I’m a mess with this to sort out. And no I’m not asking, thats not what I want. But if it’s too much for you then I’ll do what’s right for you, I don’t want you to feel “so sad” because of me

I can’t say it’s because of him. It’s how I feel. Anxiety has got the better of me this week. I needed to go to the shops on Monday, but I daren’t. I can’t face people looking at me.

I feel like you’re against me I said.

I do, I feel like he’s pushing me away by not telling me anything. And not listening to what I say, just turning it on me. Oh, hello tears.

I have no clue what you’re talking about. Literally, not the faintest idea. he replied.

I need lots of cuddles on Friday… If I make it to Friday I said

If you make what to Friday? You mean us? I don’t understand you or what’s promting all this. Beyond bloody hormones and time of the month. It’s upsetting me and I don’t know why you’re being like this – over what? I’ve only ever tried my best to be nice to you, kind, caring, honest and open about my situation as I can. Ah, forget it. Talk later.

He’s taken everything I said and turned it to be about him, and now he’s upset. Men make no sense. He did later apologise though, and said the last thing he ever wants to do is make me unhappy, ever.
It’s that old clique I said, It’s not you, it’s me ;)

What is it? Or do you not want to talk about it? he repied.

I tried talking about it but you just got mad and upset. So lets forget about it.

I thought he’d push a bit further here, want to know what was wrong. But he didn’t. Ok deal.

So that’s the end of that. I’m going to bury my feelings and not talk to him about them, seems as it gets me nowhere anyway.

Lisa Simpson: But I’m so angry
Marge Simpson: You’re a woman. You can hold on to it forever

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Gosh, What’s Wrong With You!

Just past midnight and a guy I used to ‘date’ (I’m using that term loosely, we just met up a few times and went out) messaged me saying Happy New Year. I wished him happy new year back.

I’m at the pub he said. I’m in bed I replied.

With the ** year old ;D hehe he joked.

Not **, and no, he’s not here

** Whatevez Or **! [Right age] Something too old for you

That’s the one, not too old at all.

Yes it is

Why is it?

‘Cos its a faux pas! He’s 10 years +. What does he do!

He worked in the city, redundant of two weeks ago

And now he’s shagging a ** year old! He’s done well!

I’m ** now ;)

Gosh, what’s wrong with you!

So a few minutes into 2012, and I was already being slated over the age gap. Mind The Gap. I can see this year is going to bring a lot of controversy in my life.

I mentioned this guy in I Don’t Understand Men and I still don’t!

**I said I wasn’t going to include ages, so made this post a bit confusing! ;)

Beware What You Google

Beware what you google, because you may just find my blog!

I love looking at the search refers, because sometimes if you find my blog, it is completely just not what you’re looking for.

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mistress please shit in my mouth

This has the most hits! Sorry, but I am not going to shit in your mouth. I think you should be searching for psychiatrists

mistress mummy/ mistressmummy/ mistress-mummy/ mommy mistress
It is I… Unless you were looking for a mistress to suck on your tits?

sexwife
I’m not quite sure what a search like this is looking for. I get the sex, he has the wife. Could be what you wanted.

brown uggs
You like Uggs, you are welcome :)
Shoes day Tuesday; Uggs

letter to santa
You were probably a bit disappointed by my confessions
Letter To Santa

shortcut for mistress
There’s a shortcut to getting a Mistress? Oh, that would be the alcohol I guess..
My Story

what a mistress buys her married man for christmas
Wasn’t just me panicking about this… unless thats his wife searching that. and now hunting around the house for the items?
It’s The Time Of The Year For Shopping!

a funny letter to a mistress
Why would you want a funny letter to a Mistress? ‘Dear Mistress, She knows. Pack up the lube and run.’

santa letter via email
Not just me slacking on the traditional writing a letter ;)
Letter To Santa

mistress red
Na, that’s not me
Mistress

when do men grow up
They don’t!
When Do Men Grow Up?

cheeky lady
Why, thank you ;) *bursts out singing Cheeky girls*

falling for a marries
Easily done!
Never Fall For A Married Man

mistress uggs
You either were looking for a mistress in Uggs… or saw I had a post about them. Fess up ;)
Shoes day Tuesday; Uggs

mistress left me on christmas day
I’m intrigued by this one! Sorry to hear that. I want to know your story. Did she wait until you’d exchanged presents?

mistress baby nursery
Do Mistress’s decorate their nurseries different to everyone else then?

dont be so naive
Indeed.
Don’t Be So Naive

i want my friend as sex mistress
Keep dreaming, that’s never going to happen. The problem there is ‘friend’, at best, you could have friends with benefits

mistress
Yes?
Mistress

xmas drunk
Oh that was definitely me! Comments from my sister of You dance like you’re in a strip bar made it worth it ;)
She Must Be Drunk

www sister& brother sex tube.com
Sorry, What?! Incest? We have none of that on here thank you

foto mistress gallery
I bet you were very disappointed with the photo’s you found!
The Gallery; My Awesome Photo

mistress took me to ann summers
Yes! Good on her. We should be friends ;)
Foreplay… Whats that?

To Pill, or Not To Pill

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As I mentioned before, I am not actually a mummy (yet). But one day, I’ll get there. At the moment, I’m known as an ‘honorary mummy’ in regards to my work.

Some people start their blog when their children are a few years old, some when they’re just born, and others when they’re pregnant. I thought I’d be different, as they say, the preconception is important too!

So this is my story, from scratch.

We have now been dating 53 days, So nearly two months. And after a few weeks of joking about, we’re onto the subject of having a baby. Now I know how crazy this sounds, I do. I am not some completely insane woman out to get pregnant by any man. Most of the time, he just likes winding me up, so I’ll wind him up back about it.

During sex last, he said ‘promise me you’ll stop taking the pill’. I of course said no. He said he just gets caught up in the whole manly instinct of wanting to impregnate women – only me, I might add. His manly instincts are to start a family, and he’s decided I’m the one he wants to with and he has never felt like this about anyone before.

Do you not think it would be amazing to be lying in bed, with me up against you, hands on our bump feeling our baby grow? You see, I’m in a difficult situation here because he’s right, that would be amazing. But I can’t just say ‘lets go for it’, because although my heart says yes, that would make The Fairytale come true, I think with my head not cock testosterone.

So for now, he has a private blog post to read explaining the reason why, for now, I can’t say yes. No matter how much I really wish I could.

He hasn’t read it yet, he’s busy at the moment. Honestly, I am actually scared about him reading it. I’m scared he’ll hate me for it. But we shall see.

I do believe in fate, and destiny, and all that mambo jambo though. So I said if we were to have an ‘accident’ (and I mean a real one, I would never mess up my pills on purpose or deceive him), then it’s meant to be and we will both be very happy it’s happened, if not, then we were meant to wait.

So the decision is now down to fate, lets see what it brings

Mind the Gap

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I recently mentioned that Mr Married Man had googled the age gap.

He’s older. By twelve years.

You know when you were little, and your mates parents had 10 years between them, and it was so gross! Well now, it seems like nothing.

With some people, it just wouldn’t work out. Honestly though, if he were 12 years younger he’d be an immature sod, and if I were 12 years older, I’d be past it. So personally, I think it works fine for us. For others, perhaps not.

I love his honestly, that he told me he googled it. Of course, this made me think he was uncomfortable with it. We met because we got on well, not because there was any chance of this turning into a relationship. Neither of us expected that.

I asked if the age gap bothered him, and he insisted that because I was mature it wasn’t an issue, however wanted to know what everyone else thought. Whether they would stare, talk, or judge.

In this day and age, I really don’t think anyone notices. Everyone has their own thing going on, and no one really cares. Plus, it’s London. No one knows anyone, and will have forgotten about it five minutes later. Perhaps he was thinking more if he told someone he knew.

So what do you think, is age just a number?

What Is Sex, When It’s Not Sex?

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What is sex when it’s not sex? When it’s making love.

Making love, maybe I’m just a bit closed about this idea, but it just makes me cringe! Making a baby perhaps, if that is what your intention is. But making love? Really?
I know it’s meant to be intimate and all that mushy stuff, but come on, it’s sex.

Perhaps I just don’t feel it yet, or haven’t experienced the right kind of intimacy. Mr Married Man calls it making love, now am I being a bit blonde here, but doesn’t love actually have to be involved for that? Don’t get me wrong, I do really like him otherwise I wouldn’t even think about getting into this mess, but it’s a bit soon for all of that.

A couple of times I just saw him for sex, so told him that it was a booty call. He didn’t like the phrase at all. I honestly just couldn’t think of a better way to put it. It wasn’t friends with benefits, as it was more than that, and it wasn’t just sex as on other occasions we would go out.

Maybe one day I’ll change my mind on the matter however sex to me, is just sex. Whether it’s electrifyingly intimate, or just a quickie in the car, it’s all the same!