Birthday!

Best birthday ever? I think so.

Gifts from friends made me feel good, and then Jake put me in the car and drove without telling me where we were going. I had to close my eyes, and when we opened them, we were at the zoo. I was totally excited, because we've been talking about going for ages. After we wandered round the zoo, we were off to our next location. He handed me his wallet and told me to look inside. There were two tickets to the movie, The Young Victoria, a movie I've wanted to see for ages, but he'd refused to see with me. I was so excited. He made the day feel so special, and it was topped off when he have me a martini glass, because he believes that "a classy girl needs something classy to drink from, and this strikes me as your sort of glass."

I can't believe I'm 19. This blog has been running for three years! Crazy, huh? This year has probably been one of the biggest years of my life. I moved away from home, made a whole bunch of new friends. I had my heart broken and learnt how to pick up the pieces. I drank, a LOT. I met a guy who makes me feel secure and amazing. I lost my virginity and discovered how great sex can be (FYI: on the weekend I had sex in a tent and in the shower). I joined a gym, I ran out of money, and I think I grew up quite a lot.

I'm looking forward to the next years, and hopefully this blog can continue so that you can all share my experiences with me.

The Blog Continues

Ok, so the blog stays. I'm going to continue to write about how happy I am with life at the moment. Big sarcastic thanks to the people who think my happiness is about to come crashing down around me. Believe it or not, I'm aware that sex does not make a relationship, but just because I don't blog about the other aspects of my relationship doesn't mean that all there is is sex. We're happy, and screw you if you want me to come crashing down.

I'm meeting his family this weekend, who are holidaying in a popular New Zealand holiday spot for Labour Weekend. We're driving up to meet his five younger siblings, his mother and step father and his grandmother. Needless to say, I am incredibly nervous. I want to make a good impression on his family, because I want this relationship to last. He's very close with his mother, so if I don't impress her, his view of me will be tarnished. I'm sure I can impress them- I'm going to rock up with some lollies for the kids, and dress in a cute summer dress so that his mother knows I dress well. I'll play with the kids, and when Jake's studying, I'll pull out my study so she knows that I apply myself.

If she doesn't like me, it's three days that I have to grin and bear it. Wish me luck.

P.S - 19 next week, so look out for a good ol' birthday post.

An Apology

Dear Anonymous Reader,

Thank you for making me realise that as of late, my blog has turned to crap. I knew it had been going downhill for awhile, but your comment really opened my eyes.

The truth is, is that I think I may have run out of things to say. It's not that I want this blog to end, but after 3 years of 'boys don't like me,' and 'I don't know where I'm going in life,' my life has finally started to come right. Realistically, I know that nobody wants to hear about how I know where I'm going with my life, that I'm with a guy who makes me feel amazing, that when he holds me in his arms I feel like nothing can go wrong. Hell, I know I don't want to read about that stuff. I know that it's a lot more interesting to read about other people's misery, because it makes us feel more secure.

This blog is supposed to be about me growing up, and I'm well aware that I still have a lot of it to do. But right now I feel I've reached a plateau, that for now at least, my growing up has stopped. This blog isn't coming to an end - not until I truly run out of things to say, but it might be lame for awhile, unless you can ask me questions, to which I will happily blog about.

All my love,

Six

Crazy Monkey Sex

Last night we were lying in bed watching TV episodes on Jake's laptop. While he was intensely focussed on the screen I stripped down to my underpants. When he turned his computer off and rolled over to face me, he was most surprised.

And then we had the best sex I've have since I started. He bent me over his desk and did me from behind, I sat on his lap and he bounced me up and down like a kid on Santa's lap, he did me on a chair. Then I pushed him onto the bed and rode him. And then he flipped us round and lifted my legs up high and went deep and hard until I came. It was an excellent night.

He told me I had the most perfect breasts he'd ever seen, which always goes down a treat. I told him I should become a porn star with such perfect breasts. His reply? "No way. I want to be the only one who gets to fuck you." I love it when he talks like that when we're in bed. We don't exactly talk dirty to each other, but our language becomes harsh and crude, and it is such a turn on. He wants me to talk dirty to him more, but I don't really know what to say so mostly I just tell him to fuck me harder.

Plans

My plan for tonight:

• Study for test worth 25% that's happening tomorrow.
• Have sex.

Silent Whispers

Saturday night I introduced Jake to my family at a cousin's 21st. Everyone seemed to like him, which was really good.

What was even better was us fooling around in our sleeping bags on the floor while my sister's slept in the double bed behind us. The restrictions of not being able to raise our voices above a near whisper was more of a turn on than anything I've ever experienced. He whispered all the dirty things he wanted to do to me while I tried to avoid moaning in ecstasy as his fingers worked magic on me.

The next day as we neared campus I rubbed him gently the whole way until he was rock hard by the time we got back.

"You realise," he said, "that as soon as we get inside I'm going to fuck you?'

And did her ever.