I'm on a high.

After I wrote that letter to the ex, I actually started feeling a lot better. I cried a lot, and I put into words some things that have sort of just been floating around my head for the past few months. So I was in a pretty good mindset to kick off the weekend.

And what a weekend it was.

I worked on Saturday, and then that night I went over to one of my best friend's house to have hot chocolate and cake with him, as he's coming out of a relationship at the moment too.

After we chatted for a good long time, we headed out to a friend's house party. It was a great night, most of our group was there, and we just relaxed and chatted about meaningless things, and laughed and danced until the early hours of the morning. I drank far more than I realised, but it was great. We got home at 5:00am and the birds were chirping. My friend slept over, and the next morning we went and got breakfast with two other friends who were at the party with us the night before. And then straight on to a local music festival!

So the whole of Sunday was spent at the festival, with friends, drinking and dancing. It was really warm and sunny for the first time in ages, and it was just such a great way to kick back and enjoy life.

The festival ended at 6:00, but the bars were still absolutely packed with bands and people playing all night long.

And this is where my weekend starts to get even more interesting.

I was in a pub, with my friends. And a girl started talking to me, and offered me some scotch from a bottle she had snuck into her bag. We were speaking for a long time, and eventually, this conversation took place:

Girl: I've always wanted to have sex with a woman. You're hot, I'd sleep with you.

Me: I'd sleep with you, too.

Girl: But I have a boyfriend.

Me: Too bad.

Girl: But he's given me permission to sleep with women.

Me: It doesn't have to be just you and me.

Girl: What do I do now? I can't just take your number for sex!
Me: Here's my card. You can stalk me on Facebook and decide what to do.

And then she left.

It was unbelievable- I can't believe I found myself in that situation! I need to get out more so I'm offered more threesomes!! Hahaha. I doubt she'll call, because she was pretty drunk. But it was a bit of a confidence booster, and gave my friends a good laugh.

Almost simultaneously to this happening, this absolutely gorgeous 28 year old man was talking to me. He was almost a male version of me, in that he was extremely forward and open about things. We were talking for a while and then he said "we are flirting, aren't we?". Which I found quite confronting, surprisingly enough- because that's the kind of thing that I say to people!

Anyway, we got on like a house on fire, even though I don't really like that expression. And he was funny, and easy to talk to...and pretty darn sexy.

At the end of the night, he asked to trade numbers, and we did. And then I made sure I got a sneaky kiss out of him as he was leaving.

I really hope he calls, because he was great fun, attractive, and I want more than just a sneaky kiss. If I don't hear from him by the end of the week, I'm going to contact him myself.

At around 10:00pm a few of us went back to two of my friends' apartment and got high. It was one of the best nights of my life- because all of us were on an incredibly good high, and just laughed and laughed until around 3:00am.

I stayed the night and the next morning went to breakfast again with my two friends whose apartment it is.

So we are on to Monday now. Most of the day I just spent shopping and doing routine things. Then went to our regular pub with my group. It wasn't as huge a group as sometimes, only the really dedicated people showed up after our big weekend.

The friend that I've been sleeping with was there, working behind the bar. I left at close, around midnight, but he had to stay back another hour to clean. So I went to McDonalds with two friends, and we hung out in the car for a while.
Came back home, one of my friends dropped me off, and he ended up coming in to chat. We had a really great DnM in my room, was great to talk about things with someone I don't usually speak to that much about things that matter. I feel I've made lots of new good friends these past few months.

He hung out with me until my fuck-buddy came round, as I'd texted him from the car telling him to come over after work.

I felt bad ditching my friend for him, but I wasn't intending on asking him in, we just got talking. I promised him next time we will talk properly.

Anyway, about the sex.

It was great.

It was hot, and it was dirty.

And it was anal!

I wasn't intending on doing that with him, that's something I only thought I'd actually do with someone I'm in a relationship with, as it can go so wrong... But it didn't.

We were 69-ing, on our sides, and he was pushing my head all the way down onto his cock, which I fucking love, and I was really turned on at this stage. And he spat on my ass, which actually turned me on even more. And as he ate my pussy, he fingered me in the ass. Which just got me hornier and hornier. And then he ordered me to bend over, so I did, and his cock was so wet from my saliva that he was able to fuck me in the ass without any lube. It hurt at first, he has a really girthy cock. But it was actually surprisingly good, once we got into the rhythm of it.

I've done anal before, but the guy had a thin cock, and he never lasted long, so it wasn't that great.
But this was fun.

Of course I will always prefer being fucked in the pussy, but there was something just so raw and dirty and taboo and animalistic about this... And I played with my clit while he fucked me, and he came really fucking hard. He'd never done anal before.

He didn't stay over, because I still live with my parents, and they are starting to cotton on to us...

And Tuesday- again a pretty routine day. But I went on a date at night, with one of the guys from Speed Dating. I didn't really want it to be a date, in all honesty, I just wanted to make a friend. But I ended up back at his place, but I didn't sleep with him, I made it clear I wouldn't. We just walked along the beach. We did make out, and it was good. But he seemed very keen, and very affectionate. And I'm not in the place to get into a relationship, and I have a feeling he's going to want more than just casual...

Also I'm not really that attracted to him... I mean, there was chemistry when we kissed, but I just wasn't fully into it, I suppose.

Anyway, so that's my week so far, pretty much. Today I just stayed home, and I'm home tonight too.

I made out with three people in three days. And I might be meeting a girl from the dating site tomorrow night for coffee. I'm definitely going gay clubbing tomorrow night with some friends too. And on Sunday I'm meeting another guy from the dating site during the day.

I'm feeling good. And so long as I'm very clear with everybody about my intentions- casual sex, friends with benefits, seeing lots of different people- then no one should get hurt. That's my biggest issue with the guy I met with last night, I feel he's going to get attached. But if I see him again another couple of times, I'm going to have to be very clear that this will be short-term, because aside from not wanting a relationship, I can see myself losing interest in this guy pretty quickly, and I don't want to hurt him, because he seems to be a good person.

That's about it for now. I'm feeling good, and will post again after tomorrow- I really do hope to get some pussy soon.