Tall, dark, hansom... liar.

I wrote this whilst away. I'm trying to whack out all my prepared blogs to bring myself back up to speed. I'll sort myself out eventually. I finished writing this which in Shannon airport, it definitely relieved the insane boredom of waiting for my flight home.


Tall, very tall, dark and hansom. That was my first impression of Ray.I met him in a club. Not my normal meeting place I assure you, but hey I wouldn't complain when the boys look as beautiful as he did. He was well built, muscley and beautiful big brown eyes and short thick dark hair. I like height in a boy being so tall myself, I swear I've had a growth spurt over the last week, I think I'm around 5'9 now. I really want to stop growing. Being so tall and big myself I like tall boys, they make me feel girlie and small, pretty and petite. It also means they'll have bigger feet too. Which hopefully means a bigger "lad" as well,which for me is important! I'm the sort of girl who knows from experience that she needs a bigger dick to get her off, especially if it's missionary we're doing that's for certain. Not that it means that well endowed lads are better in bed. That's definitely not a combo deal unfortunately. How I'd love it to be though, it would make life that much more.. satisfying.

Ray was a flirt in a good way, he refused to tell me his name at first when we were texting each other, he made me play kinky games to get what I wanted. Lots of fun. He kept telling me that he was falling me but didn't want to rush anything, but wanted us to start "seeing" each other. God I hate that phrase "seeing" what on earth does that mean, are you together? Are you not? Are you allowed to get jealous? Are you exclusive? Are you not? Are you allowed to flirt/kiss other people? Does anyone know the actual rules for it?

Well we began seeing each other and one night met up in a hotel room for our first (and sadly to be the last) time sleeping together. It was utterly amazing.

Pushing me onto the hotel bed he began to tug at my dress, pulling it off with such force, dying to get at flesh, to get what he wanted. Standing up he tore off his clothes, yet never breaking eye contact. He lowered his boxers to reveal a throbbing, full hard dick. I have never been more turned on as I was when he pulled me down to the end of the bed, ran his fingers through my hair, down my face to my lips, letting his figers linger over my bottom lip as I began to nibble at his fingertips. His hands began making their way down my body, slowing down as they reached my breasts, fondling my nipples. He brought his head down to them softly biting the flesh grabbing them with his other hand. Then the real fun began. I have never ever ever ever ever ever had sex like I did whilst with Ray. It was hard, rough, but utterly romantic. No one had ever made me feel as amazing or beautiful as he did when lying beside me.

However, two hours later after I had left to go to college he sent me a text saying how amazing the night had been, how he couldn't wait to see me again. BUT he had got a text from his ex gf, asking to meet up, he told me he still loved her and wanted to get back together with her and telling me he'd let me know later what was happening. I told him just to let me know where I stood. I got a horrible reply of "What!? You don't stand anywhere! What made you think you did? So what I lied to you, it was only supposed to be sex, well in my eyes anyway, you're fun but I'd only want you FOR fun". He then rang me the next day feeling guilty to confess to me that he had never broken up with his girlfriend, but actually just wanted to sleep with whilst he was arguing with his girlfriend and she hadn't been sleeping with him.
No lie. I was devastated. I still am when I think about him. He was lovely, but it was all a lie.