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Today I went looking for a job because I finally realized I wasn’t a kid anymore.I went to three clothing stores and two burger joints and sadly I got none of them.I’m already tired of this adult life.why can’t I take the easy way out and become a stripper or get a sugar daddy.oh well back to reality and in the time that I went to look for these jobs I had the time to go see my best friend mandy. I love her she reminds me of the time I was innocent although we do some of the craziest things when we are together. One time mandy and I snuck out and went to a club. we had so much fun and I got so fucked up. Mandy is 20 so she didn’t need a fake id I got one from a guy who sells drugs from his back house window.while Mandy was dancing her ass off on the dance floor I was at the bar waiting for a handsome man to buy me a drink.(they always buy me drinks) but in the meantime I was playing hello titty with the cute bartender.then finally A tall handsome gentleman tapped my shoulder and whispered in my ear “can I buy you a drink” I turned around and was in aww of his beauty he had big blue eyes and a smile that could kill all I could think was “damn I wanna fuck you tonight” but I said of course you can. little did I know he would be the man that would change my life forever……. He said his name was Dylan and he worked in real estate We talked some more that night and we exchanged numbers…today was a good day I accomplished a lot I’ll see you guys later.

I finally finished grad school! I kinda almost didn’t, but I explained my depression issues and they were super understanding about me not getting the type of grade I needed in one of my classes.

I completely forgot to post an update on my HPV status. I found out several weeks ago that I am now HPV-free. I’m so fucking relieved. I don’t have to worry about giving anything to anyone and I don’t have to worry about cancer.  Thank the metaphorical excuse for a goddess that people in my age group clear that shit out.

I’m also about to move out of A2 in a few days. I’ve been making a bunch of new friends over the past month, so I’m actually sad about it. I’ll be okay, and I know I’ll meet awesome new people in the DMV (I already have started to, in fact). It just sucks. I was finally getting a group of kinky/poly/feminist/sex positive/fucking awesome friends (as opposed to just multiple friends), and now I kinda have to start over. I mean, I’ll keep up with them, and visit them and they will visit me, but it does give me a bit of the sads.

I finally had sex with a lady! It was fun, and I really enjoyed it, even if she wasn’t exactly my type.  I apparently was not terrible, and definitely not as bad as teenage boy, which is how I felt.

I have three gentlemen (lol gentlemen) in my life right now. Since this is a navel-gazing sex blog, I’ll call them by nicknames that amuse me.

There’s British Lad ™. I actually met this guy on kik. I never thought I’d like someone from there, since it’s mostly terrible people, but I was wicked horny for a period of time (16 orgasms in about 10 hours, thank you!) and I found this guy who told me a really hot story. It was so good that I was willing to send him a picture of my tits. I never do that. He then sent me a picture of his cock when I asked, and when I saw it, I actually got turned on. I’m sorry, but cock shots never turn me on. So, I asked for more pictures, and he asked for more, and we’ve been going back and forth with pictures and stories and mmmph. He hasn’t told me his real name, and honestly, I don’t care. Someone whose pictures give me gina tingles (worst phrase)? I’ll take it. He’s somewhat dommy, and likes to play with that, which is fun.

Then there’s the lovely dommy guy I’ve been playing with in A2, who I met off OkCupid. (I’ll have full stories later). I told my Breastie* that I wanted an amusing nickname but couldn’t think of one. She came up with My Lord and Master (MLAM for short). It’s perfect because no. Not exactly his style. As in, he’s wickedly dominant when he wants to be, but most of the time he’s like a caffinated Labrador puppy. Just excited, and curious, extroverted as fuck, and genuinely interested in other people. He’s also nicely left-leaning and has enough feminist cred that I let him say shit about it when he’s domming me. I’m really sad to be leaving, because his style is perfect for me. More details later, but long story short, he’s ridiculously good about checking in and enthusiastic consent, he can read me pretty darn well, he likes reactions, so he’s interested in doing what his partners want, and he’s very good at the psychological side of things. (Holy fuck when he plays with my feminism…but that’s for another post. Basically, the term “feminist bitch” now makes my pussy wet in a way that slut no longer can.)

Finally, we’ve got my soon-to-be local boy (Or, rather, man. He does happen to be 6 years older than I am.), Former President (FP). This guy messaged me on the OkCupes, and PHEW. His first message referenced my rejection of mind-body dualism, our sexual compatibility, and said he was mostly “looking for a good conversation about feminism and deconstructing binaries.” Yes plz. Well, we did end up turning the conversation towards kinks pretty darn quickly, I’ll admit. What can I say? I was horny and excited to find someone good in my area. We’re very sexually compatible (and also have similar politics and interests outside of kink, in many ways). He does switch, and enjoys pegging as part of that, but is mostly dominant. He likes consensual nonconsent, rough sex, impact play, biting, hair pulling, spanking, etc. He shared a really hot story with me that definitely served as masturbation inspiration, and thinking about being handed over from MLAM to him (like a possession that you give to someone and show them how best to use) has definitely pushed me over the edge a few times during masturbation. He likes causing tears, which is interesting to me, since I’ve found I like being made to cry, at least through pain. We’ve been talking for a good couple weeks now, and we have a date set up for May 9th. Of course, I’ll share that story as soon as possible.

My only complaints are that he used “masculinity” instead of “cock” in a sexy story, and that he capitalized “Domly” in a message. The first thing is just kinda not hot to me, but the second I’m just like “Nope.” Because 1. Domly just sounds to serious for such things, in my opinion (I like “dommy” because it’s just a softer word, and is the right amount of playful) and 2. Capitalization games are absurd and obnoxious. I’m giving him a pass because it was in the context of the sentence “So even when I’m being Domly it’s extremely important to know my partner is getting exactly what she wants, as I’m hard-wired to get off on that approval.”

I have to finish writing up some entries about what I’ve been up to lately, but hopefully I’ll post those soon.

*because she has a large bust and is my bestie and ahahaha one of my other friends (Legal Lolita) came up with that one because I can only come up with nicknames easily when it comes to really obvious things or silly boys.

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