Today was date day again. This time I had a plan. For once, I had booked the hotel room myself and all afternoon I’d been secretly excited about the little surprise I had prepared. Hidden in my bag were my Louboutin heels, a sexy lingerie set and the black kimono…
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12. My fifth Bull: Date number two
It’s the day after, and honestly? Yesterday was unbelievable hot. I’ll just say it immediately: I had sex six times in one single day. Six. And somehow, I’m still able to walk today. The final score? Four times with my Bull and two more with my husband afterward. How ridiculously…
11. My fifth Bull: Date number one
Today was my first real date in a very long time. I was nervous all over again. My new Bull had children and still lived together with his girlfriend – although, according to him, the intimacy between them had disappeared a long time ago. What he was really looking for…
10. My fourth Bull: Date number two
I had planned a second date with my BBC Bull and that afternoon I drove to his place. Exciting? Absolutely. A little strange? Also yes. No matter how many adventures I’d already had by then, it still felt surreal sometimes to casually drive to another man’s house while my husband…
9. My fourth Bull: Date number one – my first BBC
In the meantime, my search for a black Bull had officially begun. I found two promising men online but one immediately stood out. After some chatting, flirting and discussing expectations – including the very naughty topic of “should we take photo’s and videos?” – we picked a date and booked…
8. My third Bull: Date number two
It had been a little while, but completely spontaneous, I suddenly found myself making plans to see my Bull again that same evening. The anticipation alone was already driving me crazy. All day long, my mind kept wandering back to the last time we were together – the chemistry and…
7. My third Bull: Date number one – part 2
The next morning, I woke up slowly beside him as he turned toward me with a sleepy smile and asked if I had slept well. I admitted that I’d slept lightly – partly because I was in someone else’s bed, partly because my brain was still replaying every horny detail…
6. My third Bull: Date number one – part 1
Apparently, I’m not very good at living a quiet life. After saying goodbye to my second Bull, it didn’t take long before curiosity kicked in again. This time, I met someone new through an app. He was divorced, charming and according to him “just looking for some fun.” Same here….
5. My second Bull: Date number three
A week later, another date was already planned. At this point, I probably should have accepted that this was no longer “ just curiosity.” It had officially become a very exciting hobby. One of the things I secretly loved most about these dates was actually getting ready for them with…
4. My second Bull: Date number two
On the way to his house, I was nervous. Not the may-be-I-should-cancel kind of nervous, but the excited kind – butterflies, racing thoughts, checking my reflection in the taxi window every thirty seconds for absolutely no reason. Before I left, my husband had given me surprisingly practical advice: “Just kiss…