Category Archives: Type 1 diabetes

New Dom – French

I found this on one Happn. He if half French Half Lebanese.

Lets just say things got intense as soon as he told me about last nights antics. He said how he took a girl home, tied her up, blindfolded her, fucked her and ….. got his friend to come and do the same while she was no wiser!

WOW! He is a voyeur, pervert and my master.

Our Whatsapp conversation soon changes to sex….. he had a new approach, “my last happn date I took her to 40 Pont street” he went silent for me to research. Agent Provocoteur store. I reply “so the boy likes lingerie?”

“I made her cum for the 1st time in the changing rooms” he proceeds to send an image of cuffs (ankle and hand) neatly positioned on his bed. I tell him “Aw that’s sweet” but actually nerves have set in and I think This is going to be very interesting. ….

He is small (only 5’6 – Damn it!), dark, good teeth, intelligent and devilishly handsome. He has a very sinister side, I can tell.

He walked into the bar just as I was finishing a conversation with my drunken mother! He kisses me on both cheeks and straight away goes in for the lip kiss. I back off and say goodbye to my mother!!

We sit out on a balmy summers night. Its 9pm so slowly getting dark, allowing peoples alter egos be unveiled. It doesn’t take long for the conversation to turn to my 1st Dom (Italian Stallion), fetlife and what he likes. He wants to watch other men fuck me. I scared yet excited. He will not fuck me until someone else has.

I make lingering eye contact and I feel strangely relaxed talking with him.

I politely excuse myself to go to the bathroom and stand. “Bring me your string” I smile and do so.

I have never done that before. He puts them in his pocket but brings them out as assess them, he likes them but says they are not as wet as expected. He replaces them, “lets go to a club” I know exactly what he means. He wants to dominate the scene with me in the middle. I agree on the condition that he looks after me. “I will have full control of everyone around you” as his hadn slides in my bra and pinches my nipples, hard. I wince, he grins.

He decides he wanted to see the goods 1st . As we walk, his hand dives down my jeans and inside me, of course I am wet. As people pass the otherside of the street, I realise that there is someone behind and I pull him out and nervously laugh.

We walk down to his basement flat in South Ken. He stops in the small dark courtyard “Take your Trousers off” here. Now” I look at him nervously and do so.

FFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!

In the process I rip the new canella out of my leg! Shit! I stop and explain that he has 45 min. we go inside and I take the trousers off and place the pump in my bag. Shit! Fuck!

The flat is surprisingly spacious, open plan and of course tidy. I continue into his bedroom where he stands proud with a leather crop in hand. Its smaller and blacker than the itallian’s. “turn around” I obey and grip onto the door frame preparing for a split second befor the leather makes contact with my round ass cheeks. My winces get louder as my grip tightens. And then nothing. Im scared to turn around without his permission. Whack. It’s a new sort of leather this time and I catch it out of the corner of my eye. It’s a full length (about 4ft) whip. Its feels good as the leather and metal wrap my arse. My body language collapses at the last stroke and he responds. He’s good.

He strokes down my spine and flips my hips to face him. He kisses me hard against the wall as his feet push my legs apart. Stepping back he admires what is now his, then slaps my cunt hard and walks off to the kitchen. The front door is open the whole time and im nervous of a friend turning up!

He smokes his spliff in the kitchen and invites me to join and stand for him. His work burns to the surface, oh how ive missed it!

He asks about the pump and I try to reassure him that I’ll be fine as long as I swing by home 1st, thinking I’ll leave it off and inject so not to risk it happening again. He spanks me with his bare hand as I pull on his spliff. I missed that too.

Get dressed, I obey. He continues with the questioning. He sounds nervous and I try to reassure him… oh how the tables have turned!

We get an Uber and he changes his mind on the way. “I need to read up on this 1st” its sort of sweet really. He wants to care for me, beat me, romance me, make me his. Done.

Was Geri Right? Bikram yoga virginity lost!

Was Geri Right?

Friday – 12/12/14

Before I begin i am writing this on the 18th, Blogging everyday may be totally unrealistic but I will do it as much as I can, sometimes ever more than one story a day ….. For real time updates im constantly revieling probably too much on my twitter @blacklaced88 – go on, give us a follow!

So I lost my bikram yoga virginity today……. Well. Wow! It’s a 90 minute class and lets say Im still torn. Quite frankly, I think yoga, breathing in, breathing out, hmmmm, stretching blah blah is dull. Give me a spin class any day. However the heat and humidity has bought a whole new dimension. At about 60 min in I thought I was going to projectile vomit or faint. It was intense but it took a certain mental capacity to overcome it and I did.

I went into the class at 11 and worrying about the combination of a new exercise, heat and the length I ate ½ a pack of mini haribo’s. I couldn’t imagine anything more embarrassing than having a hypo in public, let alone in a new class, full of new people.

While I was there I discovered I am only flexible in 1 direction and that’s bent over (quel surprise – Guess it could be practice!), the other directions I was struggling. My heart was pounding, racing and breathing hard and fast. It felt like a HIIT session and the sweat?! Holy moly! Wet. That’s the only way I can describe it. I was dripping and my towel soaked through and that was before the class had started. Within a minute of being in there, I was down to my Sports bra. I hate my jelly belly, feeling it jiggle with every step, blaming insulin sites but I couldn’t give a shit. Off my top went. I wish I could have taken my leggings off but I wouldn’t want the police called for indecent exposure or being sectioned! Ha.

On exiting I did another BG. 18!! Bloody hell. Thirsty, Thirsty, High bloods Thirsty! Put mu pump back on, Bolused and crack on with the day. The worry of going hypo is also to do with the similar symptoms of course to pushing your body and mind physically. Sweating, increased heart rate, blurred vision, shaking, headache, nausea and possibly slurring!

While in the room at 43 degrees and 50% humidity I hated it. It took a lot of mental energy to stay. But afterwards as I sat in the fresh air (still dripping) I felt exhilarated, hungry and suddenly cold! I am looking forward to the pain tomorrow. Geri Haliwell once proclaimed on her jumper that “Yoga Kills” Lets see shall we….

“POP”….. There goes my Blogging Cherry

I have decided that I am going to do an experiment all about weight loss, food, drink and real life living.

“Just another one of those looking for attention and a little motivation to get through it” I hear you all say.

Well, yes. However I have 2 new angles to come from. Firstly I have type 1 diabetes. Had it since 1992 and am (trying) to control it with an insulin pump. Secondly, and this is the biggie…. It’s 10 days before Christmas and no I am not going to stop eating mince pies, drinking (copious amounts) or a turkey dinner or several.

SHIT!! Yes I will be taking pictures getting bigger or smaller and yes I will be brutally honest. The honesty will be EVERYTHING from drinking, fried and baked goods (mmmm Baked goods) to drug intake and fucking….. It is exercise after all.

The reason I want to do it? See if it is possible to “live” without being that wet wipe at a party drinking soda water and only having the 1 lettuce wrap. And its also a personal challenge of controlling my bloods and quite possible remembering a little more of my London nights.

My accounts are very honest and open from my drug and alcohol consumption to my sexual encounters and dates. Weighty issues also.

I will try to blog everyday.

Please be aware that this is not medical advice and is solely from my personal experience, encounters and my thoughts.

This is day one I guess….