This is not my usual cunt, dildo, prick kind of post, but I do like to blog responsibly so I’ll tell this story all the same.
In a recent chat my favourite peeps asked “Are there any new sexy men in your life?”
When I said “No”, they seemed surprised and that’s when I had to explain why….
Sometimes good dick comes from bad men. When I say bad men, I mean men you would not introduce to your loved ones.
I have had kinky, dirty, nasty sex with men who scared the living daylights out of me.
Whilst having my pussy eaten a lover casually said:
I told you I went to jail right?
I sat up and said “No you did not, er, what did you go to jail for”.
You know the usual, drugs, GBH, fraud…
I said that I had a headache and got my arse out of his place quickly, I felt ill. The man I had been fucking with had spend way too much time in prison.
He called me after and said that I did not need to be scared and that he had changed, but I knew he was lying.
I was so upset, how could someone who seemed so right for me be so wrong.
When I met him he was dressed in a suit, had a briefcase said he worked in the city. I believed him, his phone was always ringing I thought they were calls from his office, not his crew.
After that episode I was very bitter, I took some time out and did not go out at all, until I met another guy who seemed ok – WRONG!!
The man was a complete nutter, everything was cool for a while until one night he said:
“I’ll fuck anything, I am not fussy, fat women, ugly women, I mean you know I’m not fussy, I am fucking you after all”.
This was while I was cooking his dinner, I was so tempted to throw a whole bottle of Tabasco sauce on his food. But I did not. I watched him eat and said absolutely nothing.
He ranted for 3 whole hours about how women are bitches and are less then men, and how much pussy he has had. Yet again I said nothing.
HIM: I want you to move in with me, you need to be under manners, you have way too much freedom
ME: Is that right?
HIM: You need to leave that job, I can’t have you earning more money than me. You can’t wear any lipstick, you need to get your fat arse to the gym.
ME: Before you met me, when was the last time you had sex?
HIM: What do you mean?
ME: I said when was the last time you had sex?
He mumbled something, I could not hear him, I asked him to speak louder.
HIM: A long time ago, about 10 years ago
ME: Ten years ago? Well let me tell you something, it is going to be another fucking 20 years before you have any sex again.
HIM: Baby, I am sorry, please
ME: Just fuck off, just fuck right off
I got up to leave.
He had a massive erection and was stroking it:
HIM: Baby you are sexy when you are mad
ME: Is this what you need to do to get your fucking jollies, put me down?
I walked over squeezed his cock really hard and whispered:
Your dick was too fucking small anyway.
Mr “I Respect Women” hit me because he thought I had disrespected him.
Then there was The Perfectionist, he wanted everything his way, he kept a diary of where I went, what I ate, suggested that I go on a diet, tried to get me to dye my hair, to cover the grey!!
He drove me crazy, we would have really great sex, him sucking my pussy while holding me upside down, me riding his face and him licking me out – but, BUT he wanted to rule me.
I never had a moment’s peace, he would text me 20 times a day and call every hour on the hour until I went to bed. It was exhausting, why was he like this? Because all of his former girlfriends cheated on him.
The Lying, Cheating, Bastard came after The Perfectionist, we fucked for all but a minute, when I realised that his past was shady.
He threatened to put me “Six Feet Under” if he found out I was cheating on him. Very cold.
Mr Bruk Pocket – liked eating pussy but never had any money and tried to rob me.
Babyfather to 15, says it all, he had 15 kids and only mentioned this when we were in the 69 position.
What did these men have all in common? They were all good in bed, but they were also very, very dangerous.
Be careful:
Ask questions before it is too late, don’t be a numpty like me and ignore all the red flags.
Does this person get really angry at the slightest thing?
Does your date try to alienate you from your friends or family?
Are you being criticised or humiliated?
Women trust your instincts, if something does not feel right, walk away.
I have not had sex in so long, that I have forgotten what it feels like, hence why I have the time to write this blog. I need to do something about all this sexual tension that I have;)
But seriously though, we all have needs and it is really nice when they are met. However risking our lives, health and sanity is not an option.
I realise now that at the time my self-esteem was zero and I thought that those men were right for me.
The weird thing is nearly all of the fuckwits have begged me to take them back. I suspect that a few of them might even be reading my blog.
I’d rather use my vibrator, less fucking stress…
