Bust up in Ibiza



My Ibiza bust up!

So you all know how much I love a good old sesh in Ibiza! How doesn’t!

I’m going to go straight to the bust up and then tell you about ibiza itself later on!

I came to ibiza with Ashley, you all know Ashley. My gay “best friend” which for those of you which know me you would know this friendship has long sailed. Back in January this year I tried to terminate this friendship. I was avoiding him and generally just trying to cut him out.
Around mid January Ashley had a heavy weekend of drugs and ended up left in an alley in London covered in shit and lost his car. Feeling sorry for himself he went to a family member and said he thought he had a problem. Now, let’s back track again.
Ashley is the person that when one of our friends came out as transgender his first reaction was “she got more likes than me on fb, this isn’t fair, I came out gay and only got 19 likes”
WTF! Is this kid for real! This person (our friend) has came out as transgender a huge emotional video witch we learned so much from and all he’s worried about is a fucking like on Facebook!
So at Christmas one of his friends started going to quite a few drag shows and started to wear a little makeup, Ashley said he was concerned for him, was worried that he would be going down that line.
All the attention turned to this other person. You see where is this going right.

So he had this heavy weekend and had a huge downer, Sunday night he’s bumming hard and goes to family to say he has a problem.
To which we all get the phone calls, I got round to see him.
You know when you look at someone and you can just see in their face they are proud of themselves. Full attention back onto them.
I genuinely was disgusted with him.
He said he’s been injecting meth, anyone that’s ever seen someone inject, even once, will know they state of their arms straight away, not even a fucking scratch on his arm; not a blood spot, nothing. I knew he was lying. If anything he’s probably Been sniffing Coke and getting high on poppers ?
Anyways so mr I’m feeling sorry for myself is sitting there feeling sorry ?
I made the effort and left.
The following week I checked in on him and with every check saw the lies. This person has grated on me for nearly a year and when you can see the lies it’s even harder. He went to see a counsellor who even told him he didn’t have an addiction he just needed to get out of the Friday and Saturday going out vibe!
This was all it was! He enjoyed going out with probably the wrong group of people!
After this the counsellor says she doesn’t need to see him any more. I this process I’ve checked up and done my bit.
His family has asked to keep him busy at the weekends which I did! In fact I actually stopped working for nearly 3 weeks to go round check on him keep his occupied of a weekend, have him stay over at the weekend so we knew where he was.
For me weekends are where I make my money! Specially cam! But you know me…always trying to kept others!
So three weeks of this and then one Saturday evening I ask ask to come round for drinks, he doesn’t want to? says he doesn’t want to drink because he wants to behave! That’s fine! I sit in by myself. Feeling like a bit of a loner and a little down. I don usually need people but when I ask for company I need it, but I understood that he needed to behave. Then all of sudden I get a snap chat off of his friend, you know, the one who likes to wear makeup, with pictures of him and Ashley having cocktails!
This guy has got to be joking! Giving me all that shit that he doesn’t want to drink etc
Seriously, some fucking friend! For me this was the icing on the cake! I’ve been trying to end this friendship for such a long time!
I pick him up on it and have ago! I said to him how he made me feel and how I seem to be the only one who ever cares and yet when I need someone no one including him is never there!
He responded with “I’m a drug addict you can’t have ago at me” and then went on to be Nast and vindictive. Even as low as to mention my mum and how she didn’t even want me… Can I just state here. I messaged him once and nothing nasty just how he made me feel but the second anyone picks him up on something he is a Nasty vindictive little rat.
Now I don’t want to stereotype but is this his gay side coming out ? Because not even girls as as nasty as this, and it’s always the gay guys that’s seem to be nasty, like girls will be bitch but gays just seem to claw .. Funny thing is, he thinks the mother thing bothers me… And it’s really doesn’t. Since being away from my mother my whole life has improved…
Maybe it’s because his family moved him out the house because he was frowned upon by his father? Maybe because he’s so hurt by not having approval from his family he thinks other care? Nope sorry!
Anyways times goes on and we continue to argue but this is the killer I had brought him concert tickets for Christmas which I really wanted to go to! ?
So I tried to be nice.
We also had a few trips booked. We had Amsterdam Paris and ibiza…
I actually spoke to one of his family members before we went to Amsterdam to try and get them to persuade him not to go, but there wasn’t much she could do.
We went to Amsterdam to which I avoided much to do with him to be honest. It was only a few days which was overly and done with. You read all about it anyways.

So back to ibiza, you’ve heard the background. This is just a taste of the Nasty person Ashley is. I couldn’t even begin to tell you the half of it. For those of you that know me or him you’ve probably heard a dabble of it before anyways!

In ibiza baby!!! We have a few heavy nights to start with. A few hello kitties and some booger sugar followed by balloons… Our first day out we end up in the middle of the ocean partying on the sea whilst the sun set with a huge group of stags! Absolutely amazing!
This seemed to just be the start of an amazing holiday! We met some amazing workers, amazing groups of people. Everyone from last year was here and more!
Man I love this island!
Anyways so after quite a few heavy days and feeling slightly sorry for ourself we check into Ushuaia beach hotel. Yes! The best hotel on the island and my god what a cost it came with but fuck it! You only live once right?!
I had a pretty heavy night before and wanted to get a little rest before the night out.
Took to the amazing triple King whatever the fuck it was! Was huge!
Ashley too.
Alarm goes off about 11.30 pm and I’m awake! I’m ready to seize the night! After all we are in ibiza and it’s just warming up!
Trying to wake ash, he’s not having any of it.
Doesn’t want to get up, doesn’t want to do anything: fine by me, I’ll go do it by myself ? but apparently that isn’t right either.
Well this is where he then starts to bitch at me, in ALl honesty I couldn’t tell you half the stuff he was saying because I genuinely switch off when he talks ? he just irritates me. He’s like a rotting fish.
Because I wanted to go party I’m a bad person apparently with a drug problem ? what?! Hahaha bellend.
So yeah he goes on and on and I just get more and more bored again for some reason he goes on to say how my mother doesn’t love me ?and I have no friends apparently… I think he gets his life and mine mixed up sometimes ?
We anyways because I wasn’t rising to him he just seemed to get nastier and nastier so I got up and had a little wash any for my makeup and hair done and wondered back to my other hotel! Yay! Peace and quite!
So in this process he brings up one of my friends, now I don’t have many close friends specially not girls, but recently I met this girl who no lie is my better half! She is just a gem!
I introduced Ashley and her a little while ago and Ashley hated her.
She really wasn’t very well when they met but she was still herself and polite! Just a little poorly! She’s ones of these girls ( like me) that takes no shit.
You don’t fuck with her and she doesn’t fuck with you. She’s not going to sugar coat shit!
She didn’t have much to say on Ashley which isn’t a big deal because, well in all honesty no one likes him. Which is fine. I tired.
Anyways so half way through this argument in Ushuaia he brings her up! ?
Nothing rattles me at all, nothing. But he mentioned her.
I actually feel like she’s more family than anyone’s I’ve met, and he’s never managed to rattle me before.
She is a fantastic person, this girl is a single mum with the best fucking child you will ever meet. A complete reflection on her! I’ve never met a woman so young with a child so well behaved, polite, perfect lil man!
So when he turns and says to me “you’ll end up like her one day alone with a kid in a council house” ??
Mate! This little cunt is going down! I hope I fucking do end up like her! This woman has her shit together
She isn’t a council estate whore she’s the most independent spot on caring fascinating intelligent woman I’ve ever met!
I’ve never felt the need to say anything back to him when he’s been on one but this time I had to I turned and said to him
“She’s a better person than you ever will be” as I left the room and my god the queen flipped! Within minutes of me leaving the room he has text her saying I had been bitching about her and had slept with her bf! Yes! Seriously! I couldn’t believe this little fuck.
You all know about my sex life here so you’d all have heard about it if I had ?
Fucking bellend!
I know he was trying to destroy the friendship I think it’s because it’s the first girl I’ve ever been such good friends with! He hates the fact I’ve spent the last few months with her, I think he genuinely pooped a blood vessel in his brain the first time he saw pictures of us on a night out together!

But anyways guys this was the bust up in ibiza!
It’s a little cut and shut because I just have sooo much to tell everyone about everything! It’s been months! I promise to get up to date!!!

SO here’s a story ( and video) to brighten up your Monday!

I know Monday’s can be hard work and they tend to be the shittest day of the week (well for those of you that hate your job, not meee) I love Mondays!

But anyways I thought I might share a few little experience I’ve had over my last few years of modelling, things I think might just brighten up your day, at my misfortune ūüėȬ† hope you enjoy.

A few years ago I had a home shoot, now for me a home shoot can be a little dangerous, you don’t know who might be coming into your home, their intentions etc. I only ever book home shoots from vetted portfolio sites but occasionally some of the odd ones still manage to get through the system, only very occasionally. Don’t get me wrong it’s not all ” a bed of Roses” for togs either, just as I don’t know them, they don’t know me! They don’t know who I have in the house or who might turn up, its just as unsafe for them. ( I always make sure someone knows I am working but is not in the house as I personally think its unprofessional to have people wondering around)

Well anyways this one particular sunny day I had been booked for a Vintage Hotel shoot. He arrived to pick me up mid-thirties, attractive *alarm bell one* BUT at the last minute he changed the plans he couldn’t get the room he wanted *alarm bell two* why hadn’t he already booked it already? Nowhere else was available at such short notice. He suggested we shoot at his home *alarm bell three* After meeting him, I thought… why not, seems nice enough, the house way available and we had a shoot plan ready to go! I thought….

So we get in and sit for a cup of tea to discuss some ideas, we were supposed to be shooting some vintage fashion, he said as we couldn’t get the hotel lets try a different shoot plan, lets do some glamour nude instead *what alarm bell am I on now* He pops to the car and grabs some props hes brought with him. A high vise and a hard hat *oh Jodie, Jodie Jodie*
He suggests we start in the front room and I pick the outfit. I went to my go to clothes, a silky white dress, with lace embroidery down the front, something classy but sexy, great for glamour nude! We start chatting whilst working. Talking about my job / his job. He tells me how he works for a building company ( hence the hard hat) and how he spends most of his time in the office with the admin team so hes used to the woman chit chat oh and how they all call him “hung”
Jodie being Jodie ” why do they call you hung?”
Him “because my dick is huge….”¬† * the bell is on a constant ring*
Me *blankly stares at him until he clicks the shutter on the camera*
Now this is where I should have called it quits, but I thought, give him the benefit of the doubt, hes been fine up till now hes just having a laugh…. WELL FUCK MY LIFE….
He then asks if we can shoot a little boudoir and move upstairs, what can I say… at this point after a little more conversation and a few more comments I wasn’t overly pleased about I should have left at this point. I should have! BUT here comes there bomb, I was in another country and this was the last shoot of the week before he was dropping me to the airport to go home! I was kinda stuck, I didn’t even have a taxi number!

A few years ago I wasn’t as confident and as forward as I am now, I wasn’t really too sure what to do in all honesty, had this sort of thing crop up now, they would be put in their place very quickly!

So anyways we head up to his room where he asks me to put on this fucking hard hat and high vise, I’m looking like a cunt at this point, but I’m thinking ” I got this, I can glam this up, go all glamour on this outfit, you got this” Mate, I still looked like a fucking cunt no matter how much I sugar coated it.

We’re shooting this outfit on the bed, he asks me to pull a few different poses and then suggests I “ride” his pillow (his words)
“no mate, no”
I tried to make it a little cute and sweet but gave up and said nope, I’m not comfortable… ok so he changes the plan.

He sits at the head of the bed and asks me to pose as if I’m crawling up the bed, granted, he had quite a big bed, but not THAT big, he sat open legged and asked me to crawl up.

“erm, I’m not crawling”
“well just stay there but pretend”
*she stares blankly*
It goes on like this, more awkward suggestions, more sexually fueled comments, oh my god just get me out of here!
I finally get to the point that I tell him I needed to get to the airport early as I didn’t want to be rushing because I had no clue where I was. he was fine about this.
He jumped up off the bed and I started to pack my things away, he stands on the other side of the bed to me and were chatting. Out of the blue he says

“do you mind if I have a quick wank”
So I laughed and said “yeah sure why no ha” and then I looked up and he starts to pull down his trousers
“oh my god, no! I was joking! don’t”

to which he asks me:

“are you joking? I cant wank?” ~

Where the hell did I find this man! WTF!

He then disappeared off to the toilet for a good few minutes before he comes out, looking suspiciously calmer and ready to drop me at the airport…..

So yeah basically I met a wanker….

And if that didn’t make you smile just a little I hope this does:



Oh Paris, what a disappointment ?

I do NOT recommend Paris!

I was so excited to finally be going to Paris! PARIS! France’s capital, a major European city and a global center for art, fashion, gastronomy and culture. Its picturesque 19th-century cityscape is crisscrossed by wide boulevards and the River Seine. Landmarks like the Eiffel Tower and the 12th-century, Gothic Notre-Dame cathedral, the cafe culture, and designer boutiques along the Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honor√©! Sounds incredible right?!
I’ve never been anywhere and felt so unsafe. It’s a mess! Homeless people everywhere.
We didn’t get into Paris until late (9pm ish) and that was a bloody ordeal. Firstly we couldn’t find out way out of the airport and then trying to find a taxis, whilst still coming down, was hard Fucking work. Our own fault in all fairness! We had to go to the roof to find a taxi…? No lie.
We caught a taxi and headed into Paris. Our hotel wasn’t central but about 10 minutes walk and we were smack bang in the middle of everything.
We headed out to get some food and just see what was around. Cafe’s still open and all quite busy, nice. We were told to be careful with our bags/ belongings by virtually everyone we spoke to. Pickpockets we were prepared for. Not everything else.
Every corner was another homeless person scratching through the bins or setting up a raggedy tent to sleep in. Piss all over the streets.
The first thing I notice about a country is the smell. Like Amsterdam ? apart from the stench of weed, it just smelt sweet, candy floss and hot chocolate waffles sweet!
Nope not here, piss! Everywhere we walked it just smelt terrible! Everyone says Venice smells like sewage, it may have years and years ago when they had no real plumbing system, but no Venice doesn’t smell either! It smells like the ocean on a crisp clear night.
Paris, France’s capital just stinks. Today we spent the day strolling around Paris, hopping on and off the metro and trains and busses. Seeing everything we could in a day! Obviously we went up the Eiffel Tower and few other gorgeous places but honestly, it was disappointing.
I’ve Walked around some very strange places in my life and some dangerous places and not once have I ever felt so unsafe and vulnerable as I did in Paris. I understand that there are homeless people for whatever reasons they have there will always be homeless people, but what I can’t understand is why is it so rife in Paris and why nothing is being done? On every corner of every road and every bin there was another begging for food or money, coming up to you asking. It broke my heart, I felt helpless and like an absolute cunt not being able to help.
Oh oh I forgot to mention the state of the hotel. I’ve actually woken up with a swollen eye which I’m sure I’ve caught a bug/ infection from the damn place!
Next to the bed we had a mould tree growing! Seriously a fucking mould tree, the door handle in the bathroom was falling off! Bloody everything and you know what, the French are fucking rude! They are unhelpful, ignorant cunts!
Few examples: we would ask for help in an international place and they would acknowledge us and then turn and laugh with colleagues, a few times this happened.
Or some other French person would talk over the top of us to the person we were talking to and then we would get shut up whilst this other person was helped or acknowledged. In England that is not how we work! We wait in our queue and we have our turn!
At the airport they were just rude as motherfuckers! No one is polite, no one says Thankyou or sorry or anything. Ignorant arseholes!

Onto a better note I did have a glass of champagne with my best friend at 980ft in the air!

To a whole new world!

My first ever experience of shrooms!

Everyone has this idea that shrooms take you to this whole new world. Well unfortunately I didn’t quite¬†get there but I did have an amazing time!
You 100% need to be with good company! Bad company and bad vibes can complete kill your buzz, you can go from really happy to panic In a second depending on other peoples moods around you. Which I did…. Ash had a little strange outburst and it put my into a tiny panic but nothing to overexhaggerate about..
To start with its strange, you are perfectly fine, then (for me) I got very anxious, hot and felt a little sick. This overwhelming anxiousness just took over for a few minutes, for me this is when I know the ride is about to start ??

I don’t get the whole tingling up the back, I just felt anxious and wanted puke. Then I’m good.
Then my body became light, no density to it. The floors started to warp and the ceilings. Not in a scary way but in the way that they just bubbled and looked like they were breathing is the only way to describe it. Inanimate object breathing. Yes I know I sound crazy … ?¬†not crazy just munching shrooms. So yeah everything just breaths. I wasn’t quite at the stage of things morphing into other objects but I kinda wish I was… I laugh at nothing, everything is funny. Its hard work getting out any sentence.
What would be a 5 second sentence turns into about 30 seconds at best! Just because your brain seems to stop thinking. It’s hard work but it’s fun.
Everything becomes a fixation, I watched the keyboard on my phone start rising. Each letter come out of the phone and then the skin on my thumbs started to move. My skin just seemed to move. In such a fascinating way. It was hard not to just stare at it dancing on my hand creating pretty pieces of art.
It’s kind of like anything you look at is telling you a story and it’s hard to just ignore it.
In saying that it’s very easy to become distracted too by anything and everything. Its like your mind is on overdrive thinking all these things and your body just can’t keep it. The ups are amazing but the “coming down” just isn’t as fun, all these emotions. One I’ve noticed I get a lot, is the want for more. It’s like an overwhelming sadness that it’s coming to an end and you think, damn “I could have had a little more” or “I just want a little more, where can I get some” because you’re so happy and carefree and coming down to reality sucks. I can see why people can “become addicted” I don’t think addicted is the right term but I can see why people overdose tbh.
Oh another thing you’re hearing is crazy on point! You hear everything. You can hear people chewing from over the other side of the room and my God does it drive you mad. Pet hates are horrible to shift when you’re a little high, for me, they just wound me up so much. Hearing someone chew or breath …
Another thing I noticed is how much more I pay attention to detail, specially people. I always see people but seeing them like this is so different. You look at a person and everything around them just goes out of focus and you are solely focuses on that person and their face, their structure, their eyes. It’s strange to say it but it’s like you actually see someone’s personality instead of their looks and their personalities really aren’t that nice, looking at people around me I found them really ugly. It’s like seeing someone for who they really are.
It’s also very easy to lose where you are, we were heading to the airport to catch another flight as we started to climb, it wasn’t until we were in the airport that I even realised I was in the airport…. Back to the coming down. It’s horrendous. I know it’s starting to wear off when I start to get a bit paranoid, things feel very close, sounds feel close, people feel close. You know that feeling you get when someone stands close to you and you don’t realise until you turn round and it makes you jump. It’s like that, accept no one is there but you see these shapes and patterns that you can’t explain. That’s my paranoia kicking in, and then I just get a little sad and tired! Trying to sleep whilst it’s all still flowing through your body is bloody hard work! Paranoia to another level completely. I found it a little difficult to realise I was falling, I couldn’t tell I was drifting off and I couldn’t wake myself up, even though I was a little frightened, for no particular reason! BUT apart from all that! It’s was Fucking amazing!

Still no fucking orgasm

Where do you want me to start with this one?!
So this particular person I’ve known for a good three years we’ve pretty much fucked for the last three years ( I’m going to jump back and forth here with details)
He’s one of them people that you experiment with, never anything serious just someone who’s easy to play with, both very aware of each others bodies. I’m not sure why I don’t call on him more often actually… Anyways
A few years ago I met him, I needed help with some paperwork and he offered some help on Facebook ?we snap chatted for a bit and then one particular evening after an intense gym session my legs were ruined, my groin was *yet to be* destroyed. He offered to come over and give me a little massage before football, of course I accepted the offer.
Quick description: Tall, olive skinned, chiseled face, broad shoulder, strong arms… Yeah I’m already juicy!
So he’s popped over to come give my groin a massage ?
He’s doing a pretty good job, and surprisingly I’m actually feeling the benefit, although a little painful the muscles were relaxing! So my phone buzzes, I answer the phone and he’s still down there working his hands around my thighs and just up to that little crease where my knickers sat. I’m chatting away and all of a sudden, you’ve guessed it, my knickers pushed to one side and his lips pushing against the outside of mine…… *** Get your hands out of your pants guys! This is a blog not a porno ?
So yes, from there on it was a regular thing, we’d hang out, get food, I’d suck his dick and he’d dance his tongue all over my pussy. Perfect. Don’t get me wrong there was a week or two where the perfect friendship did confuse me a little and of course one of us was going to catch feelings but after a good session that usually reminded me that it was purely good sex.
Anyways we’ve stayed friends over time, guys have come and gone and I’ve dated between, he’s always just been there as a friend if needed and a fuck if wanted. Shall I go into detail about the experimental part of our fuckship?
What shall we start with? Hmm ? the last year and a bit have been the better part of the fuckship. I’ve always had a bit of an outrageous sexual appetite to which is probably quite concerning to the normal person and I’m sure if I saw a shrink they’d take me back to my childhood and some outrageous idea like I watched too many taxidermist shows or something along those lines. Who knows.
Anyways past fuckships have all ended with stitches maybe a few bruises and some orifices being stretched beyond their means, all fun and games. Did I tell you about the time I had to have my butt hole stitched back up? No?! Another time ?
So yes past fuckships: you know that feeling you get when you’re watching porn and you start by watching some innocent lesbian love scene, them caressing each other, sucking each other’s nipples, softly chewing each other’s clits to full on branding iron being shoved down someone’s throat whilst they are being gaped by three guys stretching their arsehole out, someone running a blade across parts of their body and someone drinking the blood. Well my fuckships kinda go along those lines… The one before this guy was my “master” he taught me everything, he taught me how to love myself and love my desires. But yes so progression in the fuckships, you have to progress in a FS otherwise you get bored and the FS becomes more hard work than pleasure. To have a proper FS you have to be able to grow together, not push someone before they are ready, it’s like a platform game, you have to compete all the tasks in the level before you can move up a level until you finally reach the big boss and you both realise that you need a little time away from each other because no good can come from it. This tends to be where I revert back to a “normal” relationship with vanilla sex and then get bored very quickly and end up single again and back to my FS this current one I’m talking about let’s give him a name “prot√©g√©” is rather fitting actually.

Everyones needs are very very different and some people like as innocent as an oil massage, some people like to be spanked, arsehole licked, foot wanks, some people just like to watch. Like I say everyone is different but working with someone you can always build that up to watch you want ?

Prot√©g√© is prime example of this, most of the time he was happy with his dick sucks, actually, he still is, but over time and the more we talked about what we wanted the more he opened up and the more his fantasy’s could become reality. Some people never really open up, that could be a trust issues, that could just be because they don’t know how to explain it and if someone doesn’t show them that they can be open the tend to just keep it as a fantasy and stick to bashing one out over porn!

I really could write a book on this but I’m going to try and keep it simple.

The first thing Prot√©g√© and I experienced anything other than bullets and a few small girly sex toys was the grapefruit! Okay okay okay this was more for fun that it actually was a fantasy, we both watched that viral video of some woman giving her man head and using half a grape fruit around the base, it was a complete mess, an absolute disaster, but my god did it taste good! Okay that was more of a fun thing rather than the first major thing. Which was the butt plugs… We’d often meet at his office for a quickie and he’d been asking for a while to get in there… Well without a little stretching that wasn’t going to happen. So I turned up to his office with a butt plug in ?
He was very much appreciate.
From the plugs it turned into a little rope play. From there it turned into recordings…
Then we kinda missed a few steps and jumped straight into him peeing on me in the shower ? this one was a little new for me too, only master had done that too me and I wasn’t sure how I was going to react to it but turns out that’s another recurring thing ?
So we’re now at the stage that he can pretty much ask for anything. Although there are still a few things I wouldn’t even dare put forward as we’re not on that platform yet ( know their limits) I certainly wouldn’t say I am the dominant although I know the levels more, he is 100% more dominant in the bedroom I just coordinate it ?? basically I’ll let him believe he is the Daddy. Actually he likes papi.

I told you I would keep reverting, back to last night. We all know I haven’t cum in what?! Nearly 2 weeks now and I still haven’t! ? but I did have a nice little experience last night with Papi. I only went over to have a little catch up as we haven’t seen each other in a while. He jumped in the shower and I sprawled myself out on his bed, not in the alluring way, but in the way that I’ve just done a whole day’s work and driven 200 miles to end up in a stupidly comfortable bed! Joggers on, hoodie open, socks pulled up, hair up, makeup destroyed. He comes in and rubs my belly, sounds strange but that feeling is one of the most comforting, warmest welcoming’s anyone can do to you. It’s like letting you know that they want you but are also there with you. We kinda laid head to toe but more faces to groins, pillows under our heads chatting away, rubbing each others belly’s ? to which he moved his hands a little lower each time and a little higher. Until I was chilled out enough for him to take my knickers off, of course I tried my hardest to deny him ?
He didn’t jump straight in for the kill, he let me know he was there, running his fingers around my pussy not touching my clit but just teasing around, an the occasional little kiss just on the clit, nothing more, he worked me up from there, for nearly an hour ? teasing, tempting, tasting. Then all of a sudden my knuckles are white gripping the sheets and head thrown back over the side of the bed and his fingers buried in me his mouth working harder… My god ? then he stops.
Arsehole. He will pay for that.
So now, it’s his turn. It’s strange we hardly ever go straight for the fuck. Most of the time we both just foreplay and we’re done.
So Anyways this motherfucker has just sent my body crazy and then kept me from the institution. I crawl ontop, softly kissing his cock… Hang on, you guys don’t want to hear this!! Sorry ?? till next time …

Ollie Alexander


So it’s time to do a little recap on the week just gone:
I left Venice on Friday night ? got home early hours and then headed down to Christchurch for the week. Christchurch was beautiful Saturday, the sun was out and the sea looked beautiful!
Christchurch was kind of a working holiday for me, shooting all afternoon Saturday, Sunday and Monday then at Years and Years concert Monday night! ? what a great concert! We (ash and I) saw them last year at Ibiza Rocks opening party, and they didn’t fail us this time either. The are such good performers! If anyone gets to see it on repeat we were the two muppets next to Hannah and Lewis who Ollie had a little chat to mid concert! Oh man it was the best!
After the show we did the whole groupie thing and waited behind the stage for him *** stalker alert *** I had my chloroform ready at hand … I’m joking…. ?
Anyways here is our after party pic! Yes Ollie held my phone ????


His supporting acts were pretty good too tbh, the first one wasn’t as good as the second supporting act but we all have to start somewhere…
Oh three songs away from the end these jumped up little wank stain of kids pushed in front of us and not trying to sound too groupie here, we’d been near the front for the whole show and these little cunts pushed us all back, I wouldn’t have minded so much but they literally pushed us and I’m only little ? and these boys blocked all of our view ? it was kinda mean.
But hey ho we got to meet him after soo I guess we can moan too much….

Next catch up…..


I wasn’t going to write a post today because I’m far too busy but this has really ticked me off!

Last night Ashley ( my gay bean) we all know Ashley, picked me up from the airport! I managed to get an earlier flight home so I was back in England 4 hours before I was meant to be, anyways Ash picked me up took me home, we got in about 9.39 eventually, he helped me up with my cases and bits and bobs.

Ash got into my room and dropped his phone, to which Mr I can’t even remember what name we called him now, but Mr fucking cunt head is what I’m calling him now, shouted up to Ashley “stop banging around up there”


is this mother fucker joking?! He’s got to be fucking joking right?!

I have JUST got home with a ton of suitcases of course there is going to be a little bit of fucking noise! But he had the fucking audacity to shout that up when for the last 4 months I’ve been dealing with that fucking little cunt banging around every Fuckin weekday morning, slamming cupboard at 7am, letting doors slam at 7am, running instead of walking up the stairs at 7 am so he fucking stomps all over the place, talking on his phone at 1 am, getting in on a Friday night at 1.30 in the morning slamming all the doors, having ¬† mammoth sounding sex when his mother isn’t at home, just being damn right inconsiderate to others in the house! I pay way to fucking much to live in this house but because it’s ¬†convenient for me I do, and the least I fucjing expect is this cunt acting like that and then to shout up stairs at 9.39 at night to stop banging around! Oh this mother fucker!

What a fucking cunt!