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Britni TheVadgeWig
I'm Britni, a snarky bitch and generally awesome person. I write about sex, love, and bullshit. If sex-positivity, discussions about BDSM and kink, queer issues, and topics that are completely inappropriate by society's standards make you uncomfortable, then this blog is not for you.
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Tag Archives: The Irishman
Yes, I’m Sure
“You’re sure I can be rough?” “Oh my god, YES. I’ve told you, like, 9 million times that I want you to be!” And with that, he slapped me across the face pushed my head down on his cock, and choked me with it. I liked it very much. “I can smell your whore cunt [...]
The Irishman
So… I met someone. And I kinda like him am smitten. We had our first date on a Thursday night a couple weeks back. I left that Friday morning when he went to work (no sex; just some dry humping and possibly second base. What kind of girl do you think I am?!). And then, [...]
Nice Melons!
The Irishman doesn’t necessarily want me telling his friends that we met online, which is fine. So when his friend asked me how we met, I said, “We were standing in line at the grocery store, and I noticed him checking out my melons.” He’s okay with that story.
Medication Diaries: Entry 4
So, after deciding to go off Seasonique, I asked my gyno about other options. I inquired about an IUD, an option he had shot down a year or two ago. He was hesitant to give me one, discussed with me the risks, and gave me the pamphlets to take home on both kinds (Mirena (hormonal) [...]
Posted in Medication Diaries, Population Control and Orgasmic Artillery Also tagged The Bruiser 4 Comments
Compatibility
“I like bitchy women that know how to shut up and take it in bed.” I’m pretty sure I qualify. Yes, I think we’ll get along just fine.
I Say Appropriate Things, Or How To Be A Classy Broad
Me, trying to schedule a date with a guy: Yeah, whatever works. I’m easy and flexible… [awkward pause] That’s what she said? And then, of course, I continued. Sorry. I mean, I know you’re busy, and my schedule is wide open… [mumbling under breath] like my legs? I really need to find my filter. I [...]
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