Spoke Too Soon

Do words have carbs in them? I hope not, because I'm definitely eating mine.

Not only are Bruh and I back on, we're OFFICIALLY back on. And by officially I mean she's my girlfriend, I'm her girlfriend, and I could officially get in big trouble if I hooked up with anyone else. And yesterday she told me she loved me. For the very first time. I mean, actually said the words "I love you. I do." I'm telling you, my stomach flipped like I was on a roller coaster and I couldn't help but gasp. She's signed letters "Love." She's said she has love for me. She's made other indications, both verbal and non. But I didn't think I would hear that actual three word sentence come out of her mouth for a loooooong time.

In other news, Old Faithful is no longer so faithful. She's not speaking to me. Said it's too hard to get past her feelings when she sees me dating someone else. I wish things were different. She really does mean a lot to me. But I can't sacrifice my happiness for her comfort. Time for both of us to move on, I suppose.

Love,
The Sapphic Southern Belle

Spoke Too Soon

Do my words have carbs in them? I hope not, because I am currently eating them, and that would be disastrous for the Adkins diet that I am practicing for the summer.

Bruh and I are broken up. And I am sure that I can say with certainty that this time it is FOR GOOD.

This doesn't really change a whole lot for this blog's status. I have no sex drive whatsoever right now. And I'm not dating the entire summer.

Have fun summertiming, friends.

Love,
The Sapphic Southern Belle

Summer Lovin'

Days have been swimming by in a blur of packing, exams, moving, working, unpacking, and Bruh. Of course I've made time for friends (especially those also returning home for the summer) but my girl has been the main thing on my mind these days.

I don't think I'm really going to write much for a little while. I originally made this journal to document my lascivicious and somewhat promiscuous adventures that I'm accustomed to having. But lately I've been pretty much a settled nester, no longer even considering fooling around with anyone besides my main squeeze. Bruh and I are making plans to move in together within the next year. Our sex life is still great, but it's just that... ours. Anything I could write here would be more about our love life than sex life, and it doesn't seem fair to post something so private on something so public as a blog. Especially a blog that she (mercifully) knows absolutely nothing about.

So take care, gentle readers. Hopefully you won't hear from me for awhile, provided everything is still going well, but who knows? Things may not work out. Or maybe I'll just pop in some time to write about a particularly steamy night...

Love,
The Sapphic Southern Belle

Shacking Up

I just realized what an injustice I have been doing my faithful readers. In between Thursday and Monday, my two most recent posts, that whole celibacy thing went right out of the window.

Bruh and I had "Sober Night" on Thursday and stayed in together cooking, watching movies, and eventually, having amazing sex. In both of our defenses we put it off for as long as possible but even without the influence of our usual whiskey sours it was just inevitable that she would end up on top of me. I orgasmed with her for the first time in probably a month. Granted, for the majority of that month we have not been sleeping together regularly, but the point is, I finally got off. Downside: sleeping on the wet spot. When handled correctly I am one of the wettest females I know. It's like a Slip 'N Slide down there. Every girl I have ever been with has greatly enjoyed it, but especially Bruh. She just can't get enough of it. Which she proved by coming over as soon as I returned from the beach on Sunday and fucking me again. I really honestly had far too much to do on Sunday to justify an all-day thing (as did she), so I kicked her out at around 9:45PM.

I spent the night with her last night, but unfortunately, no booty. We had a nice night together but she had a lot on her mind. She's one of those where if she has anything other than sex going on in facet of her life, she simply cannot perform. I was disappointed (and yeah, I'll admit it, pretty pissed) but what can you do? I often have to remind myself that no matter how much she may resemble a man, she is still a woman. Meaning she thinks like one and has the sex drive of one. I have never yet met a woman who could keep up with my voracious sex drive. I shouldn't expect her to be any different just because she wears Polos and has short hair.

...Sober night really was exceptional, though. If neither of us drinks, then we don't fight. It's that simple. Which is why we've implemented a new rule- we will only have the same number of drinks as the other person, with a limit of three, no matter what the situation. I think it is a wise move for our relationship.

Also, Bruh keeps hinting at me moving in with her for the summer. Sheesh! And here I was thinking I'd be lucky to get half of a spare drawer at her place.

Love,
The Sapphic Southern Belle