The easter egg hunt……………….

So I decided to get back in the saddle after being off the dating scene for a few months. I had my faith restored after dating a charming and handsome man (lets call him John) for two to three months. We had several lovely dates where I was wined and dined and as he worked in the wine industry I got to develop a taste for expensive wines!! Now as lovely as he was and as amazing as the sex turned out to be something just wasn’t there and we mutually agreed to end things but stay friends. Now this has worked out well we have met up a few times since things ended and had a lot of giggles and both agree that we work better as friends. Obviously after meeting such a lovely guy I was left with a feeling that the world made sense again and there was hope for me…….then I met the ‘easter bunny’!!!!

To set the scene I met the ‘easter bunny’ on the XFM dating website, this is where I had met John and thought he had turned out to be very normal, to me this was promising! Now the easter bunny contacted me we started chatting and we clicked straight away. I liked that he wanted to meet up quickly and get to know each other face to face rather than by email, to me I want things to develop as organically as possible and want to know if there is a spark there from the beginning. I think it is very easy to be witty by text or email when you have time to think of a response but this isn’t always the case in person (something I have learnt through my early days of online dating). We chatted about what we wanted out of life, future goals, what we wanted out of a partner and the fact that we both wanted children.

This guy has a lot of potential I was thinking and decided that it might be time for him to see my flat….. it had also been a few months since anyone had ‘seen my flat’! He came round and we made a bit of small talk before having a little snog. While we were lying in bed a couple orgasms later I was reflecting on what had just happened. Now I’m all up for a bit of dirty talk, this can really get a girl in the mood but when this includes phrases such as “oh you dirty little slut” “you dirty fucking bitch, you filthy whore” I was less turned on and got up on my feminist high horse!! Just because I enjoy sex doesn’t make me a whore or a slut and I felt this showed a lack of respect for my fellow women out there who also enjoyed being comfortable with who they are!!

What I should also mention is that during our intimate time he asked for something which shocked me a little, something I have never been asked before ……….. He asked me to bite his knob!!! Now I don’t know about you but I have always done my absolute best to keep my teeth away from this area, so when I asked how hard you can imagine my surprise when he replied
“put it this way, if you draw blood…. that’s too hard!”.
Now I have several gay friends and I have asked them if they have ever been asked this, after their initial wincing they all said a resounding NOOOOOOOOOO!!

During my reflection time the easter bunny decided that this was the time to share what his sexual likes were. He liked things dirty, and “the dirtier the better”, my mind went to a bit of S&M, I could handle this, nothing too extreme though. I thought I better clarify considering the previous hour or so, plus I was intrigued, I had no intention of seeing him again at this point but was still interested to find out what he considered dirty!
“how dirty?” I ask,
“well put it this way; the last girl I was with put mini eggs up her ass then sat on my face and I ate them”
“I won’t be doing that, it’s unhygienic”

He left shortly after….
“Do you fancy a repeat at some point?” the easter bunny asked,
“I think we are into different things” I replied

I didn’t fancy an easter egg hun where I was the hiding ground!!!!

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