Deeply sorry for not having continued blogging!
Have been away with work for almost a month and just moved into student halls, exciting stuff!
Will upload another soon x
Monday 12 September 2011
Thursday 28 July 2011
#1 Festivale
Now i'm gonna be honest, if you're not a fan of 'Sex at Oxbridge' or 'Secret Diary..', this most likely isn't the blog for you.
So I thought long and hard about this opening read.. should I introduce myself? pen a mini biography? Till I realised, fuck it, that'd be as tiresome for you as it would me.
Having recently returned from a local music festival, I've decided to give the low-down on my latest lover. When I sit here and try to think of a witty, sharp nickname for him, only one comes to mind, 'Big'. Oh how very SATC-esque of me, hah!
I first met him when sitting by a tipi with some fellow stewards, sharing a few cheeky giggles and drinks. It wasn't long before tiredness hit and everyone drifted off to their tents, slurring their apologies at every passer by to have jumped the fences. So that left me and 'Big' (pretty sure you'll catch the drift of this cameo later). A turbulent onslaught of absinthe and marijuana fuelled carnage began.. honestly, I wish I could recount the fun to be had that night but I remember very little, except for what my festy friends told me on next mornings shift!
12 hours later..
After spending the day with an insufferable hangover - finally cured by a couple Jack D's - it was time to endure my final shift! And surprise, surprise, who was to be my partner? It became clear after a couple hours of putting drunken adolescents in the recovery position and tripping over gyropes that there was some sort of attraction. Later confirmed as we wandered hand-in-hand round the campsite one last time.
As we headed back to control to hand in our radios I felt kinda disheartened to rejoin everyone else again. Well, it seems that didn't last long, as Big offered me the chance of a hot shower and few drinks in his hotel suite (a treat given on the last night by his wonderful boss for our supposed 'dedication to the job').
A few wrongturns later and we arrived mudcovered in the hotel, the sweet scent of mary j wafting through the air around us.
I suppose you can probably imagine the build up to this next part.. a cliche brush up against each other in bed, followed by a hand running down my thigh. The night had got a hell of a lot better it seemed, and I was only too right about this. The sex was.. mindblowing, passionate and fierce. It usually takes a fair bit of work to impress me, and Big was only too eager to please. So here's where the nickname comes into play; quite simply, it regards his dick, and the size of it. It wouldn't be an exxageration to say that when I first saw it hard and ready to slip inside, I squealed a little. Ok so maybe not discreetly enough, as he went on to ask if I was a virgin!
Waking up to his kisses down my neck a couple hours later I couldnt hide the satisfactory smile creeping along my face.
But as usual, theres always a catch. The fact he lives the other side of the country could just be it.
I'll be seeing him at next weeks festival, so we'll see how it goes..
x
So I thought long and hard about this opening read.. should I introduce myself? pen a mini biography? Till I realised, fuck it, that'd be as tiresome for you as it would me.
Having recently returned from a local music festival, I've decided to give the low-down on my latest lover. When I sit here and try to think of a witty, sharp nickname for him, only one comes to mind, 'Big'. Oh how very SATC-esque of me, hah!
I first met him when sitting by a tipi with some fellow stewards, sharing a few cheeky giggles and drinks. It wasn't long before tiredness hit and everyone drifted off to their tents, slurring their apologies at every passer by to have jumped the fences. So that left me and 'Big' (pretty sure you'll catch the drift of this cameo later). A turbulent onslaught of absinthe and marijuana fuelled carnage began.. honestly, I wish I could recount the fun to be had that night but I remember very little, except for what my festy friends told me on next mornings shift!
12 hours later..
After spending the day with an insufferable hangover - finally cured by a couple Jack D's - it was time to endure my final shift! And surprise, surprise, who was to be my partner? It became clear after a couple hours of putting drunken adolescents in the recovery position and tripping over gyropes that there was some sort of attraction. Later confirmed as we wandered hand-in-hand round the campsite one last time.
As we headed back to control to hand in our radios I felt kinda disheartened to rejoin everyone else again. Well, it seems that didn't last long, as Big offered me the chance of a hot shower and few drinks in his hotel suite (a treat given on the last night by his wonderful boss for our supposed 'dedication to the job').
A few wrongturns later and we arrived mudcovered in the hotel, the sweet scent of mary j wafting through the air around us.
I suppose you can probably imagine the build up to this next part.. a cliche brush up against each other in bed, followed by a hand running down my thigh. The night had got a hell of a lot better it seemed, and I was only too right about this. The sex was.. mindblowing, passionate and fierce. It usually takes a fair bit of work to impress me, and Big was only too eager to please. So here's where the nickname comes into play; quite simply, it regards his dick, and the size of it. It wouldn't be an exxageration to say that when I first saw it hard and ready to slip inside, I squealed a little. Ok so maybe not discreetly enough, as he went on to ask if I was a virgin!
Waking up to his kisses down my neck a couple hours later I couldnt hide the satisfactory smile creeping along my face.
But as usual, theres always a catch. The fact he lives the other side of the country could just be it.
I'll be seeing him at next weeks festival, so we'll see how it goes..
x
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