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Recently a friend of mine just stopped talking to me. And we know in this day and age, not talking is just not limited to literally NOT TALKING. It also means cutting you off on Whatsapp, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and Snapchat (Yes, I use ALL these). Reason? I don't know. I am guessing it's because he got engaged? Another reason? He's not out about his sexuality? Another reason? We have fucked a lot? Another reason? He's had his tongue inside my ass a lot of times? Last time I met him was a couple of months ago. Now, I know you'll say what kind of hoe I am that I strut around the town with my friends licking my ass but let me just clarify that I don't do boundaries. (Lolz) I sometimes hook up with my friends and so far both (or more) parties are mature enough to not ruin the friendship.  But I am beginning to realize that maybe it is fucking things up. I met this guy almost 2 and a half years back. In a different city. We went out on a date. The date w...

I am now writing my first post of 2016! Sorry for taking 4 months since writing my last post. I was going through a terrible job crisis (which I have now quit and feel incredibly happy about, so yay!) and was just not in the mood to write anything.  First of all, I don't know if I have mentioned this before or not but I am not anonymous anymore about DUG (Ugh, short form of my blog doesn't sound too cool, does it?). I have linked my instagram profile and twitter account to this blog. So I thought I would link both of those here as well. Second of all, it's been more than 5 years since I started writing this blog bitches! I am not ashamed of admitting that I had started writing my diary after watching the first episode of first season of The Vampire Diaries (yes, very lame but I am still watching the show and it has become very very painful) AND that I started writing this blog after watching Sex and the City (too bad I don't have fucking amazing deals like C...

Everyone keeps talking about how great open relationship really is. Yes it is.  In case you were wondering that this post was going to be me bitching about open relationships, it isn't.  However, I do want to talk about what the most difficult part for me has been...being in an open relationship. It's been my tussle with figuring out intimacies. One thing that I have always been very clear in my head about before going into bed with anyone is that I can NOT get it up without being intimate with the other person. By intimacy I don't mean showering 'I love you's' or 'I want to spend the rest of my life with you' (thinking of which I have said 'I love you' to barely 5 people in my life) but requiring a minimum level of attachment with the other person. It could perhaps be me being attracted to the way he smells, or how intelligent he is, or good to talk to. I can not do anything without talking to the other person for some good time (which...

I think I have done lot of things in my life out of pure impulse and this was one of them. Couple of weeks back I went to a massage place with my friend. Now, this is no ordinary 'spa'. Catering exclusively to men, it's set in a very shady looking location in south Delhi and it's equally shady interiors don't really inspire confidence. Nevertheless, I was there, inside, so might as well go ahead with it. What struck me the most inside, well beside the guys only in their towels roaming everywhere, was that there was Pro-Kabaddi playing on the TV in the hall! Kabaddi is a wrestling sport in India, more famous in the northern regions. And it has none of that fancy shit that the western countries have. Its just men (and women, but who looks at those matches) playing in the mud without any equipment or gear. I don't think I am doing justice in its description, so please do google it. You did? Yes? Well... So yeah. Moving on. I have never been to...

Hello guys! From what I have seen how people are so dedicated to their blogs, I fucking SUCK. And I was supposed to have a freaking cult following by now. Yeah...so...anyway.  Ok, don't get me wrong. I know the title of this piece really throws you off and suggests that I am hungry for some rich dick (Sigh. Aren't we all?) and am trying to fulfill some daddy issues via different means but in past few months I have really started giving it a thought. I know I would be generalizing a bit, but I have met/seen so many guys in their 30s-40s age group who repeatedly date guys my age (DON'T YOU DARE ASK ME MY AGE) and repeatedly fall out of relationship with them and yet keep repeating the process. I know it's a little bit ironic that I am calling guys my age them  but please bear with me. But lord! Is it so wrong to have a sugar daddy? There's something about it! I don't know...I get this weird tingly feeling down there (read, a semi erection) whenever I think a...

It's 4:18 a.m. and I cannot sleep. My eyes are swollen. My head just starts screaming on it's own. I want to write this for myself. Writing has always helped me before and I thought if I won't write down something....anything that is going on in my head then I would never be able to move on(?) I don't know. I never thought I would have to use this word. For few seconds I think what am I even bothered about? Million people go through break ups. People hurt, grow out of it and learn from their experience. Hell, this is just a break up. People go through so many severe losses. In my own country people are dying of terrorism, hunger, communal violence, civil wars and what the fucking fuck am I crying about!  But I just can't get myself to dilute my own problem. First of all, I don't blame him. Nor do I blame myself. It's too painful to recount all the amazing moments I had with him throughout my year long relationship, but I do cherish them and will for th...

I love porn. Gay porn. Hardcore bareback gay porn. Hardcore bareback bed-shaking cum-exploding gay porn. What’s wrong with it? Why am I even bothering with this post about porn? Because sometimes I prefer jacking off to porn than letting my boyfriend give me a blowjob. There! I said it! I don’t know how to explain this. Porn has been in my life since 6 th grade! It’s like being with this hot boyfriend who will never let you down and comes in so many varieties. I am not ashamed to admit that in my 10 th grade I had imagined my whole life in my head with Mason Wyler. We had 2 kids, one with his cute smile and my black eyes. The other one with my black hair and his blue eyes. But it didn’t work out. Because he was jealous of this other guy I was friends with who openly admitted to having feelings for me. What could I have done! He was a friend and I just couldn’t quit on our friendship. Then I dumped him (Mason). Then he happened. Brent Corrigan. I still giggle when I thi...