T**y #4

I do not know what I am doing with T**y to be honest, why have I allowed him to come to my house, let alone fuck me… There is something I can’t quite put my finger on with this guy but he’s really funny, good looking & even though I said no dating in 2020 (Remember I am behind in my writing time frame, I don’t usually write in real time) there is also that stupid thing in my head that this guy could just be the guy. He’s single, he’s cute, he’s seemingly interested in me, yes there have been some red flags, but is anyone ever actually completely red flag free?!

After we have sex, he had cum on my belly & I am not sure why men find that so hot to be honest, I would have thought that cumming inside would be hotter, but the guys I seem to date also like the fact that I don’t just jump up & shower so I wear their cum all day the next day or if we’ve had day sex, during the rest of that day.

T**y doesn’t jump up straight away – ready to leave as soon as he’s cum like other guys do, which I like. He lays there, next to me, not really touching me but sometimes he does & he lays there for a really long time, just chatting about all sorts of crap & I feel very comfortable with him. The banter flows easily & he says a few times that he wants to stay over the night but he doesn’t have his tools for work tomorrow or anything to wear, I am mildly disappointed when he finally gets up & starts getting dressed, but it’s very late on a Sunday so I am ready for him to go. He genuinely seems disappointed to leave.

I refuse to message him, he should message me first, right?! I mean it’s always been my rule – my stupid rule that got me into trouble with Noodle the first time. But when I see on the chat app that he has another account with his fake profile picture with another name & both of them are in the same group, I start to wonder what this guy is all about.

However about midday I get a message from him – on the app he apparently deleted on our date, he has my phone number so there is no need to be using the chat app, but he does. He talks about the sex saying he wants to see me again & loves my ass… What is it about my ass, I never thought it was that good… We also chat via text which is weird, chatting on both apps but whatever, I send him a picture of my ass & he says he wants to fuck me like that so I start the topic of anal but he says he doesn’t like anal but would do it if I wanted too… He asks me if I have time for a quickie but I don’t & realise that my period has come too, so I just ignore his messages till he’s messaged to say that he’s already on his way home.

As always I talk to J-Lo about him & J-Lo loves a stalk, he loves to find these men on Facebook or wherever & find out their deal. I’m not much of a stalker, I don’t want to know but stupidly I always allow J-Lo to stalk for me… I don’t know why but he loves to find people, but he can’t find a trace of this guy T**y anywhere…! Odd?! Or does this guy genuinely not have any social media presence?!

The next day I don’t hear from T**y at all or see him on the chat app, so by about 9:00 pm, I decide to message him & I ask if he thought about my ass today & he says that he did. He doesn’t seem that keep to chat but asks me If I thought of anything else, when I say that I thought of him sucking my nipples while fucking me he just says “Mmmmm”. So I don’t reply. The next day I have had the worst day ever, it’s only 10:30 am & I am heading home when I get a message from him asking if I am going to be home soon. Oddly, yes I am so I say that I am & he says to call him when I’m free… then he says he can come around 2:00 pm. No problems, I get in the car & am driving home, I hit call on his number & it rings & rings & rings. It goes to his message bank… I expect to hear something like “Hi you’ve reached T**y, leave a message” but there is his cute voice saying a completely different name. What the actual fuck… I knew it!

When I get a message from him later which is just ???, I guess sort of asking why I called, I just say he told me to call. I sit there for ages wondering about what to do, at midday I ask if he’s coming at 2:00 pm because he hasn’t said anything, he says yes & I ask if he needs my address being he followed me here, he then asks is 4:00 pm is ok. I say it is.

When it gets the better of me, I stalk, I know I said I don’t stalk but I think you’ll all agree this warrants a stalk, I type in his voice mail name & the first person to pop up as a suggestion on Facebook is him. He is sitting on a vintage couch outside in dressed up clothes, seemingly at a wedding or a 21st type setting, there is a chick next to him leaning on him, her head on his shoulder, her legs are crossed & his arm is draped over her legs, they have big smiles on their faces & both are holding a beer bottle… FUCK. I scroll down his profile a little bit when it hits me “In a relationship with **** *****” Double Fuck. This is why I don’t fucking stalk…

Now I have 2 options, to ditch the dickhead & just move on with my life… But as you all know, this is not what I do, he’s knocking on my door when I realise that he’s not who he says he is so I now have a choice, do I say something the second he walks in or do I wait & see what if he is honest & tells me his real name? I mean he now must know that I know his name is not what he says it is, he can’t be that stupid?! Surely?! I decide quickly to see what happens, I won’t mention it & see how long it takes him to say something… Surely he won’t take long to bring it up.

We go outside with a beer & he has a smoke, we sit outside chatting so easily that I honestly forget that his name isn’t what he’s told me… How can that so easily slip my mind. Am I so starved for male adult conversation that I am willing to overlook this? When he asks me to go to my room, I oblige, we’re kissing & undressing… It’s like I’ve forgotten what a relationship is like, hanging out with someone, having their undivided attention, we’re on the bed kissing & touching each other all over, when I move down his body to take his cock in my mouth & suddenly it hits me… Not only has this man lied about his real name, but he’s got a girlfriend that he’s publicly acknowledged on Facebook. I have him in the most vulnerable position a man can be in, he’s naked with his cock in my mouth & I question him between sucks what is his real name, a cruel game but something has come over me, I must know & I know he won’t tell me the truth, which he doesn’t. He tells me that it’s T**y. I say no it’s not & suck his cock once more, he then tells me the other name (which I forget what it is) of his other fake account & again I do the same, I suck his dick & stroke it telling him it’s not right. He sits up a bit & assures me that it is, I tell him that it’s not & as he moans, loving what I’m doing but hating what I am saying, he doesn’t say anymore… I stroke his cock as I look him in the eye from nowhere I realise what is happening here & so I ask him “So does **** (Insert girlfriends name) suck your cock like I do, **** (insert his voicemail name)?”

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Animals are kinkier than you

As I am a away on a much needed short trio away in Victoria with my puppies, I haven’t had time to finalise my blog. I’m sorry, there is more coming for T**y , I promise! This article though, really gets you thinking… How kinky am I?

  • By Jason G. Goldman

13 February 2015

Leather cuffs, ropes, candle wax, edible underwear. We humans, in all our arrogance, think we’ve got the creative sex market cornered.

But the truth is that we’re nothing more than kinky amateurs in the sexual marketplace. Our non-human cousins have been engaging in sex acts that we might consider taboo a lot longer than we have. It’s nature’s best-kept secret: for any sex act that you might find arousing, and a bit outside of traditional sexual conventions, there’s an animal that not only engages in that behavior, but for whom it is the norm.

You think Fifty Shades of Grey is hot? Here are seven ways that animals are kinkier than you ever thought.

A sip of giraffe urine

Perhaps the obvious place to start is the giraffe. The long-necked animals spend most of their time quietly munching on leaves. At least, it sounds quiet to us, because most of their vocal communication occurs outside the range of human hearing. But what they lack in their ability to shout, they more than make up for when it comes to assessing the suitability of a potential mate. The bull, which is what you call a male giraffe, visits various herds looking for a female, called a cow. When he finds a cow he likes, he doesn’t coyly ask for her number. There are no flowers, no chocolates, no movie dates. He gets right to the point by leaning over and gently nuzzling her rear end. The goal? To catch a sip of her urine.

“When the bull nuzzles her rump,” write researchers David M. Pratt and Virginia H. Anderson, “she must produce a stream of urine if he is to catch some in his mouth and savour it,” they write. The idea is that he can to detect various chemical indicators in her urine that indicate whether she’s prepared to mate. He knows none of this, of course. He’s just doing what evolution has guided him towards doing: wandering around, lapping up some urine, looking for a date.

Hippos’ flying faeces

But the giraffe is an amateur compared to the hippo. The most under-appreciated of the African megafauna, the hippopotamus may seem like nothing more than a waterborne cow, but they are not to be trifled with. According to legend, more people are killed each year by hippos than by sharks, and while they’re not all that graceful on land, they can charge at superspeed when they’re in the water

Like giraffes, male hippos are called bulls. Unlike giraffes, hippos are more into dung than urine. For a species that can be quite aggressive, it is perhaps not all that surprising that they spend a good deal of time marking their territories. And they do that by leaving very large piles of dung on the banks of the rivers and ponds they swim in. As they deposit their excrement, they use their tiny tails as tennis rackets, shooting bits of poo off in every direction. Some males can send their faeces flying off as far as two metres away!

But the males aren’t the only ones who engage in “dung-showering,” as it is called. When a territorial male is on the prowl, the females aren’t entirely passive. If a female hippo is interested, she turns around, raises her rear end out of the water, and presents him with a dung shower of her own. Like the males, the females also use their tails to spread the stinky love around. Researchers refer to this sort of mating ritual as “submissive defecation.”

Garter snakes’ massive mating balls

As winter turns to spring in Manitoba, Canada, the snakes emerge from underneath the ground in search of both food and sex. They get together in aggregations that can number tens of thousands of individuals and wiggle around in massive, writhing mating balls. The balls are created after the females release a pheromone that indicates their presence, a sort of serpentine clarion call. Males from all over sniff her out and slither on over, hoping for a chance to father some limbless offspring of their own.

But group sex isn’t all that’s going on. In the middle of all the sex (or, at least, attempted sex) going on inside the mating ball is a group of males who are pretending to be female.

For a while, many researchers suspected that males who released the same sorts of pheromones typically released by females were doing it to deceive other males. For one thing, pretending to be a female would allow a male to avoid aggression from other, larger, more dominant males. By avoiding the ire of another male, the female mimics could survive another day in hopes of finding a chance to mate. Alternatively, the mimicry could be an effort to trick other males into wasting their sperm. The duped males would go on thinking they’d managed to secure their genetic heritage, none the wiser about the con.

But in 2001, a group of researchers came up with a different explanation: warmth. When a groggy male snake emerges from its winter slumber, it’s only a cool 10 degrees Celsius. But reproductive males are usually a good fifteen degrees warmer. By pretending to be female, the mimic could simply be trying to warm up. As a bonus, by hiding underneath a mass of eager males, the female mimic could avoid predation by the hungry crows that wait nearby.

Three is company for North Atlantic Right whales

Garter snakes may be known for group sex, but usually the snakes only have sex with one partner at a time. That wasn’t the case for a female North Atlantic Right whale who was observed by scientists in the August 2000 in the waters off of Canada.

It was a summer afternoon in the Bay of Fundy when a group of researchers conducting observations of the whales’ summer feeding habits found themselves with front row seats to a scene that would make even Christian Grey, the eponymous male character in the Fifty Shades of Grey book and film, blush. For forty seconds, the three-way was engaged in what the researchers referred to as ‘simultaneous intromission’

A female was traveling with three males, a typical aggregation known as a “surface active group” or SAG. In some species, males compete for reproduction by attempting to prevent others from mating. For these whales, however, the sperm does all the competing. So it’s common for the females to mate with several of the males in her SAG, multiple times. When the female is ready to have sex, she typically rolls over and swims upside down near the surface. The male rolls onto his side to allow his prehensile penis better access to the female’s vagina.

When the researchers observed the female and one of the males begin intercourse, they weren’t all that surprised. The copulation lasted for about two minutes before the male disengaged and rolled back over to breathe. “Several undulations of the penis were observed during the copulation,” write the researchers, “but it is not known whether these were associated with ejaculation.”

About fifteen minutes later, the two whales resumed their positions and began to have sex again. Just then, one of the other males surfaced alongside the pair. And thirty three seconds later, he inserted his penis into her vagina as well. For forty seconds, the three-way was engaged in what the researchers referred to as “simultaneous intromission,” before the first male had to make the threesome into a twosome in order to catch a breath of air.

It wasn’t just an erotic marine mammal ménage-a-trois. It was, as the researchers noted, scientific history: “the first observation of a female right whale copulating simultaneously with two males.”

Sexual frenzy of the grunion fish

Speaking of salty sex, no list of surprising sexual practices could be complete without the humble grunion. It’s an unassuming fish, silvery with hairline streaks of blue, red, and yellow running along the length of their bodies, which rarely grow longer than 17 or 18 centimetres.

For several nights surrounding each new moon and full moon in the spring and summer, roughly from March to August, the fish gather on sandy California beaches from Mexico’s Baja peninsula all the way up to Point Conception. Surfing the high tide onto the shore, the fish have gathered there for just one purpose: to mate.

It’s a salty, sandy, wet, moonlit piscine orgy. The females cruise in on a wave and wiggle themselves, tail first, into the cool wet sand, until just their heads are visible. Once in position, each is ready to deposit her eggs, just four inches beneath the surface. But not before they get fertilised. The males take the next few waves to the shore, gathering themselves in circles around the females. There, they release their sperm in a white-ish fluid called milt. The milt flows down the females’ slick bodies until it reaches the eggs. The males ride the next wave back out to sea. The females twist and turn their way out of the sand and they, too, return to the surf.

Most females spawn six times during the season, which means over the course of an entire season she can lay as many as 18,000 eggs. The males, for their part, release as many as one million sperm in a single spawning event, and they can participate in several spawnings per night. Several hours later, the beach once again gets quiet. The following morning, beachgoers likely have no idea that they’re frolicking about just hours after an intense sexual frenzy.

Buprestid beetles mate with beer bottles

Perhaps one of the most common ways in which humans try to spice things up in the bedroom is through the use of sex toys, or less commonly, inflatable sexual partners. These are usually silicone or plastic objects that have been made to resemble male or female anatomy, either visually or behaviorally, or both. Luckily, our big fat primate brains usually know the difference between a sex toy and the real thing. Not so for an Australian jewel beetle called Julodimorpha bakewelli.

It was in 1983 when a pair of Australian zoologists named Darryl Gwynne and David Rentz noticed a photo being passed around among entomologists of a male beetle attempting to mate with a beer bottle. Was it a fluke or could the behavior be reproduced? The researchers set out in search of beetles and litter. In just half an hour, they spotted at least six male beetles trying to mount and copulate with beer bottles.

Unfortunately for the poor males of the species, the forewings of females are a beautiful brown hue, dotted with small dimples. The problem is that they’re remarkably similar to a particular colour and texture of glass often used in beer bottles. “The shiny brown colour of the glass is similar to the shiny yellow-brown [wings] of J. bakewelli,” they wrote, while “a discarded wine bottle of a different colour brown held no attraction.”

Not only do discarded beer bottles pose an environmental hazard, they also pose a serious problem for these beetles. The bottles are so attractive to the males that they actually prefer them to actual females. And that’s not all: ants have learned to congregate near discarded beer bottles, waiting for a lonely beetle to try his luck. Then, they can quickly attack, overpower, and gobble him up. As a result, the species is rapidly on its way towards extinction.

Red velvet mites’ sperm garden

The red velvet mite sounds like a slightly creepy cross between a spider and a cupcake, and it basically is. When a male decides he’s ready to stop living the single life and settle into fatherhood, he builds a structure that some folks refer to as a love garden.

He constructs the garden from plant parts, using his own sperm as the glue. Then he lays down a silk road leading to the entrance of his garden, like the world’s strangest red carpet. There he sits, waiting for a female to come by. If she likes what she sees, she may accept his invitation back to his place. There, she sits herself down on top of a package of sperm and nutrients called a spermatophore, and the happy couple can rest easy knowing that their genetic legacy is secure.

But some male red velvet mites are bullies. If they discover another male’s love garden – and if it’s empty, because the architect is waiting for his beloved at the opposite end of the silk trail – he’ll make a mess of the place.

It’s not just that he wants to destroy his competition; he wants to let his competition do all the work for him. And he does that by covering the shattered ruins of the love garden in his own sperm. After the original builder does all the hard work of attracting a female and luring her back to his place, she has no problem going right ahead and impregnating herself with the bully’s sperm…leaving the cuckolded arachnid to weep with sorrow and begin the slow process of rebuilding his love garden once again.

http://www.bbc.com/earth/story/20150213-animals-are-kinkier-than-you

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T**y #3

So you’re probably thinking this is a fucking dumb idea, that this guy is a dickhead, he’s already stood me up once, that this guy doesn’t deserve another chance, but you know what. I’m clearly an idiot – if the last 400+ blogs you’ve read about me don’t already tell you that, then I don’t know what I can say! Hahaha. It makes for good reading, right?! So stupidly my head is thinking about the Psychic & that this could be the man I deserve, the man named T**y, he’s so cute, funny, nice body & seemingly into me. So why wouldn’t I give him a second chance?!

Also for those of you who’ve had a shattered heart – not just broken but absolutely shattered, you would know that does also weird things to you, it makes you do things that you wouldn’t normally do. It makes your head think things that you wouldn’t normally think. Well this is how I am feeling. Last time my heart was shattered, I fucked everything in sight. This time I let myself heal a little better without fucking every dude that every lived, I have taken the time to do a bit of healing, I mean I have had sex, after all it is me & I have a vagina that thinks like a dick. But there is something not right about this guy, but there is something pulling me to him too – if that makes sense.

T**y says that he will meet me back at the same pub that we were supposed to meet at earlier today. Now the things about this is it’s a Sunday night in the suburbs at about 9:00 pm, so I am thinking that this place isn’t going to be open long & this will be a short date anyway.

So when my family leave my house, I get changed & get in my car thinking, this is a fucking dumb idea. But as I start the car, I see a picture pop up of the pub, at night with him saying that he’s there already. Well that’s promising… I drive there five – ten minutes, making him wait & walk in finding out that the bar is basically closed & there is only the pokies area open, we go in there & it’s tiny with no one in there. He exactly like his pictures, he’s fucking cute, not heaps tall, a little taller than me & he’s got that type of body, not fat but bulky with muscles… He’s got really nice teeth & quite tanned that I’m not sure if he’s 100% Caucasian or if he’s just got a good tan…

When we’re at the bar, I don’t know why but something about the way he holds his credit card to pay for the drinks, makes me try to look at the name on the card, I am not sure why I am trying & why it bothers me that I can’t see it, but is he being weird with is card or am I imagining it?! I try to let it go but it bugs me the entire night… Especially paired with other things he says during the night.

So like every guy I’ve ever dated, who meets me & I’m sure it’s happened to many of you too, they tell you while on the date for like 20 minutes, that they are getting offline, they are deleting all their social media. Some will even delete the app while on the date. Well T**y is exactly this dude, he tells me he’s deleting the chat app but all he does is delete the app, I explain that he has to go to a website to delete his account which he does but doesn’t go through with it. He tells me he’s deleted snapchat & Instagram, that he’s over all that shit too… Again this piques my interest as no one needs to ever needs to say this, but when guys do it makes me suspicious. I guess they say it so I don’t go snooping & look for them – which I never do anyway, however when they tell me they are deleting their social media, it makes me want to search for them! Why say it? I am not deleting my apps after the first date, I am not that deluded to think that man will do it either.

The date goes reasonably well though, although he’s a smoker, I am not, so he does leave me once for a smoke, not for a long time either but he does go outside. We talk openly about sex & his dick pictures that he posts on the chat app & I tell him that it has a scab on it from where he’s cut himself shaving his pubes. We also talk about my vagina too but it’s nothing that exciting however, it is the most open I’ve been with a guy I don’t know about sex.

One funny thing that I will never forget & don’t know why he would share with me to be honest, but he tells me that he has a spoon in the shower – errr, where is this going?! & he scrapes his face with it every day. WHAT? What does that even do. He tells me that it scrapes away all the dead skin & it keeps his skin nice. Okie dokie. That’s the weirdest thing I have ever heard…

We both talk about being fat in the past & how hard we’ve worked to get where we are, he also tells me that he has a twin sister who is quite large, showing me a picture of her, she is bigger than I ever was & he shows me a picture of him too & how big he was. I am impressed, this due has a very nice tanned body & looks nothing like his sister.

As we’re in the pokies area with no one else, we have two beers & it’s a probably like 11:00 pm on a Sunday night, so we say we should go, it’s colder outside for this short skirt I am wearing for January weather, when we get to my car, I stand there awkwardly, he leans up against my car & pulls me to him saying he’s cold, then he kisses me, he really kisses me. I know I have had sex with two men, but this kiss is probably one of the hottest I’ve had with a guy I don’t even know. His hand is up the back of my skirt & feeling my bareish ass as I wear cheekie lace panties… I can feel him get hard against me as I run my hands up his muscly arms. This is so sexy… I don’t know if I can resist him, I don’t know if I can resist not asking him back to my house… He says something about getting in the back of my car & I say that I don’t live far did he want to come back for a drink… WTF? He says of course & he follows me home, when we’re inside we have a beer, sitting outside as he smokes before he asks to take me into the bedroom.

He has a pretty big cock, it’s quite nice to have sex with, I feel fairly comfortable with this guy, even though there are red flags everywhere, I should have my guard up, I shouldn’t be doing this with him so quickly. Especially since earlier today he stood me up! What the fuck… I really need to get my vagina to catch up with my head sometimes… It really thinks for itself!

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