Month: October 2015

The Captain

Posted on by anordinarilycrazygirl

When I was 15, my dad decided to try out online dating. My dad didn’t stand a chance but he wanted to give it a go (turns out it didn’t work out as some Russian woman tried to dupe him out of money which thankfully he didn’t have to give and he wasn’t stupid enough to fall for it). Anyways, when he told me he had joined this site I thought it would be funny to also join it so I could troll him. I made a profile and of course had to put down I was 18 but in my profile I did say I was 15. I wasn’t intending to use it but I got chatting to a couple of 18 year olds, including The Captain.

The Captain was 18, local and really easy to talk to; he had piercings, black hair and was alternative so of course 15 year old me liked him immediately. We were only speaking for a couple of days when we arranged to meet up in which he brought his mate along in case I was some ‘weirdo’. We hit it off, including his mate, and eventually parted ways with him and went back to The Captains house. We talked about our love of the TV show Lost and made out. That is all we did for hours. I was so excited and infatuated by this older guy with piercings; I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t stop smiling, my little teenage heart was full of roaring passion. We met up regularly and always did the same thing, apart from going to see Snakes on a Plane three times at the cinema. This was all in the space of a month. We spoke about sex and wanted to wait till I turned 16 which was only a couple of months away. We never made it till my birthday though; he couldn’t wait a couple of months to have sex and obviously didn’t want to have sex with a 15 year old. I was absolutely gutted by this. I would do nothing but listen to songs by his favourite band and stalk his Myspace profile. Thankfully I recovered pretty quickly from this and not long after got with the guy who was my first real love. I still look back on The Captain and laugh as how ridiculous it all was but my heart still does a little flutter when I remember those long make out sessions. I also think of him whenever someone mentions ginger pubes as he was a raging orange top (dyed black hair) and he told me his pubes were also shockingly bright which at the time sent me into a fit of giggles and also made me scared as hell to look at them.

I’ve attempted to locate The Captain on social media but for the life of me can’t. I sometimes wonder if he is dead or living a happy life. He was bipolar and had many other mental health problems but never opened up to me about them. I’d love to see what he is like now and if he still dyed his hair and eyebrows

The Guy Who Came Too Much

Posted on by anordinarilycrazygirl

This is my first post on this blog. I’ve considered writing a blog or a book for years now; people always told me I should write about my sex life, my child abuse story, my many ups and downs…. So I am going to. I think I’m going to write one story, possibly two if they are shorter, and give an insight into my ordinary yet crazy life. I want to stay anonymous and won’t be sharing this with anyone I know, I want to be able to be as candid as possible and somethings I write won’t be easy for them to read. I want full honesty even if it is just with myself and no fucker else reads this. In time, personal details will pop out but I will change a few names or just shorten them. I know it won’t be in any order either, just whatever life event pops into my head when I feel like writing.

The Guy Who Came Too Much

About 3 years ago I went through a big casual sex stage; I would trawl the internet…. OK, I would go on Craigslist and post dirty ads and look through the many on there asking for casual hook ups. This one time I thought I would have a bit of a silly time and post a fake ad to see what the response would be like. I stated I was in extreme debt and would do sexual favours for money. The responses were crazy! I would get the usual dick pics sent, long descriptions of the sexual acts they wanted to carry out and this one guy who said he couldn’t afford it and asked me if I was ok. We got to talking and sent pictures. He was my type: tatted up! We arranged to hang out at mine and he travelled up to my home city at the time and I met him and the station. We went back to my house and proceeded to drink and get to know each other. We eventually went to bed and began to get it on. We did the usual foreplay stuff, nothing exciting. Fingering, hand job and a blow job. There was no intercourse which at the time I was annoyed about as all I wanted to do was fuck. As I sucked his big cock I began to wonder if I was going to swallow, let him come on me or just stop and carry on to sex. I chose the sexier option and decided to swallow him. I would stroke his shaft with every suck of his dick, I licked his balls and played with them; he fucking loved it. He told me he was going to come so I opened my mouth wide and took him all the way in. This is where it all went wrong. He began to come and my plan was to wait and then swallow as I couldn’t’ do it with his entire cock in my mouth. HE WOULD NOT STOP COMING!! My mouth began to fill up, it trickled down my throat and it tasted awful. I choked, took his dick out of my mouth (he was still coming) and I spat it all over his stomach while trying not to throw up. He was good about it and cleaned himself up. I don’t remember much about what happened after that, we probably went to sleep seeing as he didn’t fuck me.

Turns out that a few weeks later this guy was talking to one of my friends on a dating site. I told her what happened and didn’t have a problem with her meeting him. They hooked up but again it was only foreplay. We wondered if he was a virgin; he had gone into detail with both of us about how he would like to fuck us and not gone through with it. Ah well….

I will never forget the amount of semen that came out of him.