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Welcome to Suna - Part 5

Welcome to Suna. Where the lights never die and the fun never stops. Sakura and Ino lie to their parents to spend a wild weekend in a forbidden city. Will they regret it? Or will they both find something worth coming for?Main pairing is GaaraxSakura and side InoxKankuro.[Listening to 1989 album by Taylor Swift.]

Chapter summary: Sex.

[Please read previous parts first. part 1 and part 2 and part 3. And part 4.]

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“So, what shall we do with ourselves now?”

The question hung in the air and Sakura licked her lips as Gaara lowered his head to lick her neck. His thumbs were circling her nipples and she grabbed at him, instinctively pushing her breasts up toward him. But he was still pushing her against the sink and she remembered she still smelled of alcohol. And so did he.

Sakura was self-conscious about this, and took Gaara’s hands in hers to stop him.

“I need a shower,” she said. “So do you.”

He pouted for a moment before getting excited, his eyes sparkling and smirking.

“Alone,” she added. Sakura wanted her first time to be flat on Gaara’s back and not pressed up against cold tiles. If she showered with him, that’s how it would end. They could use the bath/jaccuzi later. (Whatever it is) She smiled shyly at that thought.

The pout was back but she put her foot down. He showed her where everything is and said, to save time, he was going to use a guest room en suite shower. Humming at him, Sakura pushed him out of the bathroom and started to undo the zipper on her dress. She wondered if maybe she was making a mistake not letting him join her as she ran her hands over her hips as she undressed.

Her body felt highly sensitive and Sakura realised it was all Gaara. Ghost sensations of his hands on her body haunted her as she stepped into the shower and turned the faucet on. The pressure and heat was amazing and Sakura moaned as she worked the loofah over herself, the milky body wash making her skin sing. She imagined Gaara’s fingers were the ones tweaking her nipples and moving down to the soft curls between her legs.

Sakura got herself off quickly, not wanting to explain why she was taking so long. Remembering the way Gaara looked at her when he clearly thought they were going to shower together almost made her cum on the spot.

Shivering, she turned everything off and stepped out grabbing the towel from the nearest rack. As she dried herself, she remembered, much to her embarrassment, that Gaara hadn’t supplied her with clean clothes. She rummaged through the huge built in cupboard looking for a bathrobe and found a dark blue one. It was extremely comfortable and sensual as she threw it on; the material kissing her skin like silk.

“Sakura?”

She tied the robe quickly and hastened to the door, running her fingers through her hair. At least the expensive shampoo seemed to be really good at untangling her mess. She stopped suddenly, almost running into Gaara’s chest as it swung open.

His bare chest.

Clothing was optional when trying to fuck a random girl you pick up in a bar.

“You’re finally done.”

Sakura barely registered that her eyes had lowered over Gaara’s toned, lean torso of it’s own accord; for a moment all she could focus on the fact that his dick was semi hard. In her drunken haze the night before, she hadn’t really stared at it beyond trying to figure out if she should lick or suck.

Her face probably looked like a tomato as Gaara lifted her chin with his fingers. She couldn’t look away from his light green eyes as her perusal had not gone unnoticed.

“I think you’ll find my eyes are up here,” he said, obnoxious.

“Y-yeah.” She stammered.

His free hand started undoing the tie on her bathrobe. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

All Sakura could do was nod her head. Thoughts left her brain as he exposed her gently, the robe falling to the floor silently. She wanted to cover herself up but his eyes were still on hers, making her want him to see her. It was contradictory.

Then his lips were on hers, nibbling, sucking, as he wrapped his powerful arms around her petite body. Their naked bodies pressed firmly against each other, Sakura felt all the nervousness rush out of her. His hips pressed against hers and she was immediately aware of the warmth of his bulge nestling along her nub, creating friction against her pubic hair.

She didn’t hold back the moan. “Bed,” she said, feeling very confident.

Not wanting to pull away from her, Gaara manoeuvred the pink haired girl backward toward his bed. She stumbled as the back of her knees hit the bed, still kissing Gaara, her hands now roaming his chest.

But Sakura needed to see where she was going, so she pulled away from him. She almost faltered because now she could see his dick again and she felt childish for blushing at the sight of it.

“Come on.” Gaara took pity on her and moved her to lay on the bed.

Sakura felt self-conscious again, her body exposed to the cool air, and moved to cover herself, lifting her knees to block as much of her body from the redhead as she could.

“You’re beautiful,” he assured her, sliding onto the bed next to her.

Gaara immediately pulled her to him and started kissing her again. It was familiar territory so she attacked his mouth with vigor. As she lost her nerves again, Gaara manoeuvred them again so that one of his legs had parted hers and was nestled between hers.

This is going to happen! She thought. We’re going to have sex!

She shivered with anticipation, her stomach clenching and her insides squirming. She could already feel a pool of wet between her folds but Sakura thought that was probably because of the shower. Gaara’s hand trailed down her body, touching her in all the right places and all the right ways before dipping into her wetness, fingers thrusting inside her as his thumb played with her nub.

Sakura groaned and her hips jerked. When she came again, and the lights blurred in her orgasm, she almost missed the sight of Gaara sucking her juices off his fingers. He chuckled at the shock on her face and moved half off of her for a moment. She was confused, thinking maybe he didn’t want to keep going. But she was wrong.

“Just to be safe,” he said, sitting up. She watched as he ripped open the condom packet and slid the condom over his penis. It was much larger than it had been a few minutes ago!

Sakura shifted uneasily and swallowed heavily as Gaara moved to hover over her, pressing their bodies together as he kissed her again. She struggled to calm down. Thoughts of pushing him away didn’t last long as he took the time to remind her she loved his kisses and being touched by him.

Then his hand was on his dick and his chest was heavier against hers. Gaara’s eyes were focused on the petals of her pussy, and the edge of him was pressing against her opening. He paused to part her legs further and she was unconsciously aware of just how open she was to him now. How exposed and ready. She braced herself, lifting her knees and hands to his hips.

He pushed in slowly, groaning. The first inch was slow going as the tip of him edged past the first threshold of her canal.

“Relax,” he murmured, kissing her. She nodded and forced the muscles in her pelvis to calm down. It wasn’t hurting but the tension was driving her mental.

Gaara continued to inch in but a little faster now, just trying to fit himself into her with minimal fuss. She sighed deeply at the foreign feeling of his dick and smiled, biting her bottom lip. It was weird but felt nice. His pubic hair brushed against hers, making them both moan.

“Sakura,” he moaned, and her eyes opened. She didn’t remember closing them. Hovering inches from hers, his face was flushed; his mouth open and his eyes wide, he looked so beautiful and she guessed, entranced by her.

Sakura moaned his name in return, holding her hands along his sides as Gaara stilled for a moment. He was fully sheathed inside her, and she closed her eyes again and couldn’t think about anything but the way his dick felt inside of her. How it just felt so right. She had heard it was supposed to feel like feeling full. Like every inch of her was squeezing him. Ino had said it didn’t always feel like that. That sometimes it barely fit and just didn’t do anything other than move through you.

But Gaara felt like he fit perfectly. The walls of her vagina spasming and gripping him like velvet. He hadn’t moved yet, giving her a moment to get used to him. She felt him shudder and wondered if he’d ever done this before. She was the one that was supposed to be trembling. But he was holding well, so she supposed he had...

No, don’t go down that jealous route. This is just sex.

As her fingers dug into his skin, Gaara started to move, slowly. Sakura felt anal, counting every thrust as he started out shallow, digging in and out. In. Out. In. Out. One. Two. Three. Four. But it was a lifeline her brain insisted on holding onto because of the unfamiliar sensations. She struggled to pace her breathing as her hips began to move with the redhead slowly fucking her.

Ten. Eleven. Twelve. She was starting to feel him more along the ridges of his penis. It was a friction of pleasure. Maybe she was imagining it. Euphoria was a drug on her brain. Gaara started to speed up and Sakura lost count at eighteen. She shuddered violently. She lifted her hips as he drove into her all niceties gone. Her body clenched around his intrusion and she had adjusted.

Gaara fucked her into his bed as hard and fast as he could. The four poster monstrosity creaked and the headboard slammed into the wall. Sakura started screaming, her legs locked around his hips as he braced himself against the headboard to keep up his pace. She cried with no tears. She dug her nails into his back and drew blood. She whimpered. She moaned. She screamed again.

The tentative inching of his cock was done. Her thoughts were buzzing white noise as she didn’t register her lewdness coming out. The friction inside her body felt hot enough to light the room on fire. The slap of wet skin was a symphony with his thrusts. And then it all ended abruptly.

“Gods yes!” Gaara cried.

There was a strange sensation inside her vagina that Sakura couldn’t quite place. And then it was over. She moved without thinking and suddenly was aware of how sore and tender her body felt.

She was still so hung over. Sakura felt dizzy as Gaara fell limp against her. His breath tickling her ear, his slick body sweat too hot as she wriggled for him to move. With a groan of exhaustion he did as she motioned and then his deep breathing indicated he had fallen asleep.

Sakura glanced at him wearily, noting the satisfied look on his face, and the fact that he was still wearing the condom. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that but didn’t have the energy to care right now.

She sighed deeply, allowing herself to smile as she stared at the ceiling, stretching her shaky and flushed naked body over the covers of Gaara’s bed, then wincing at the mild sting between her legs. She grinned. She’d just had sex.

And it was fucking awesome!

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tmbacorbett · 6 years ago

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Cover Reveal: Crazy, Stupid, Lazy Cupid by Andie M. Long

Title: Crazy, Stupid, Lazy Cupid

Author: Andie M. Long

Genre: Paranormal romantic comedy

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Publication Date: February 14th, 2019

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Blurb:

Cupid’s have targets other than hearts…

After cheating on her monthly figures, Samara finds herself sent back to Cupid training school by the big boss himself. If she’s to pass her probation, she’ll have to prove she is capable of creating genuine love matches.

But things don’t get off to a great start when she finds out that pets aren’t allowed in school. Difficult when your husband has been turned into a Whippet until you’ve proven yourself.

Someone should have known that the crazy, stupid, lazy, cupid would try to find a short cut. It’s a walk in the park to create new romances, and she can exercise Johnny at the same time.

But not everyone wants Samara to succeed. Someone is waiting to take the lead…

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Samara

“Okay so it’s time to introduce the person to your left. They should have told you enough about themselves right now.” Martine, the uber-happy, bouncy pony-tailed teacher instructed us.

I was not uber-happy, or bouncy. I was super pissed off.

“Samara, could you introduce the person to your left?”

Yeah, pick on me first why don’t you?

Sighing and blowing air above my top lip, I pointed to the woman next to me. “This is Janet.”

She shook her head. “No, no. Jeanette.”

I rolled my eyes. “This is Jeanette. She’s been sent back to Cupid classes because she did something dumb.” I didn’t know what it was but if she hadn’t she wouldn’t be here.

“Well, let’s not use the word ‘dumb’ shall we. Jeanette just-”

“Fucked up?” I stated trying to be helpful.

“Let’s move along. Max, could you please introduce Samara?”

Max beamed like the goody-goody twat he was. From now on I was calling him Vax, due to his sucking skills and being full of crap.

“Samara is here because she set up Taylor Swift with Tom Hiddleston and we all know what a car crash that turned out to be.” He elbowed me. “I knew that wasn’t real. Did you give him the t-shirt? It looked like it could fit you?”

Martine’s face clouded over. Yeah she wasn’t so happy now was she?

“Samara did not set up Tom and Taylor. That is an outright lie.”

I folded my arms over my chest. “Well someone must have done it. Seriously ruined Tom for a lot of women she did.”

Martine stomped out of the carefully constructed circle of chairs she’d made us put together and grabbed a thick file from her table. Then she stomped back in.

“Here we go. Samara Leighton. Reasons for being back at Cupid Inc. Training Headquarters.

Samara’s behaviour towards her local colleagues resulted in one colleague being ridiculed and having to seek counselling. I quote. ‘What kind of person draws attention to an unfortunate mishap of another? Samara is crazy’.”

“Crazy is not waxing your vagina and then sitting with your legs apart in a spa.” I informed everyone.

“Samara engineered a speed dating event prior to the opening of the dating agency in Withernsea and we believe saw a man she liked there herself. She then ‘accidentally’ turned up on his date. This man is now her husband. Now, fortunately the date she ruined wasn’t fated anyway, but what she did that day was stupid.”

“We’re madly in love. The best match ever.” I looked at the other faces sat around. “Well we were. Now my husband is in kennels. KENNELS. They turned him into a dog.”

Martine carried on. “Samara’s monthly inputted figures included those pairings from Withernsea Dating Agency, run by Shelley Landry, with no actual input from Samara at all.

“It says pairings for the month. It doesn’t specifically say my pairings. That’s on Cupid Inc. They should be more specific.” I complained.

“It’s lazy, Samara.”

“So I’m Samara. I’m crazy, stupid, and lazy. That’s how you need to announce me to all the others, Vax.”

“Max.”

“What-ev-er. My introduction is complete.”

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i-am-very-very-tired · 6 years ago

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She approached him because she recognized his camera flash — Aziz Ansari was taking pictures at the 2017 Emmy Awards after-party with a film camera, not a digital one. “I stood up, and I’m like tipsy at this point and feeling really confident. I’m in a gown, and I walked up to Aziz and said, ‘What’d you just shoot with?’”

Grace is a 23-year-old Brooklyn-based photographer, then aged 22. We are not using her real name to protect her identity because she is not a public figure. She says Ansari brushed her off at first, but after he realized they both brought the same kind of camera to the event, an old model from the 80s, he was impressed.

They flirted a little — he took two pictures of her, she snapped some of him — and then she and her date went back to the dance floor. “It was like, one of those things where you’re aware of the other person all night,” she said. “We would catch eyes every now and then.”

They ran into each other one last time, right as Grace was leaving. At Ansari’s suggestion, she put her number in his phone.

When her plane landed back in New York the next day, she already had a message from him. They exchanged flirtatious banter over text for a week or so before he asked her to go out with him on Monday, September 25.

The date didn’t go as planned. The night would end with Grace in an Uber home, in tears, messaging her friends about how Ansari behaved. Babe spoke to the first friends she told about it, and reviewed the messages on her phone.

The day after the incident, she wrote a long text to Ansari, saying: “I just want to take this moment to make you aware of [your] behavior and how uneasy it made me.” To that message, Ansari responds: “Clearly, I misread things in the moment and I’m truly sorry.”

The mobile phone number from which his texts to her were sent matches up with his details on a searchable public register.

We spoke to Grace last week. When we met, Ansari had just won Best Actor for his Netflix show “Master Of None” at the Golden Globes, where he declared his support for the fight against sexual assault and harassment by wearing a “Time’s Up” pin on the red carpet.

Grace said it was surreal to be meeting up with Ansari, a successful comedian and major celebrity, and she was “excited” for their date.

Before meeting Ansari, Grace told friends and coworkers about the date and consulted her go-to group chat about what she should wear to fit the “cocktail chic” dress-code he gave her. She settled on “a tank-top dress and jeans.” She showed me a picture, it was a good outfit.

After arriving at his apartment in Manhattan on Monday evening, they exchanged small talk and drank wine. “It was white,” she said. “I didn’t get to choose and I prefer red, but it was white wine.” Then Ansari walked her to Grand Banks, an Oyster bar onboard a historic wooden schooner on the Hudson River just a few blocks away.

She said it was a beautiful, warm September night. They discussed NYU, comedy and a new, secret project he was working on, but she says she did most of the talking.

Grace says she sensed Ansari was eager for them to leave. “When the waiter came over he quickly asked for the check and he said like, ‘Let’s get off this boat.’” She recalls there was still wine in her glass and more left in the bottle he ordered. The abruptness surprised her. “Like, he got the check and then it was bada-boom, bada-bing, we’re out of there.”

They walked the two blocks back to his apartment building, an exclusive address on TriBeCa’s Franklin Street, where Taylor Swift has a place too. When they walked back in, she complimented his marble countertops. According to Grace, Ansari turned the compliment into an invitation.

“He said something along the lines of, ‘How about you hop up and take a seat?’” Within moments, he was kissing her. “In a second, his hand was on my breast.” Then he was undressing her, then he undressed himself. She remembers feeling uncomfortable at how quickly things escalated.

When Ansari told her he was going to grab a condom within minutes of their first kiss, Grace voiced her hesitation explicitly. “I said something like, ‘Whoa, let’s relax for a sec, let’s chill.’” She says he then resumed kissing her, briefly performed oral sex on her, and asked her to do the same thing to him. She did, but not for long. “It was really quick. Everything was pretty much touched and done within ten minutes of hooking up, except for actual sex.”

She says Ansari began making a move on her that he repeated during their encounter. “The move he kept doing was taking his two fingers in a V-shape and putting them in my mouth, in my throat to wet his fingers, because the moment he’d stick his fingers in my throat he’d go straight for my vagina and try to finger me.” Grace called the move “the claw.”

Ansari also physically pulled her hand towards his penis multiple times throughout the night, from the time he first kissed her on the countertop onward. “He probably moved my hand to his dick five to seven times,” she said. “He really kept doing it after I moved it away.”

But the main thing was that he wouldn’t let her move away from him. She compared the path they cut across his apartment to a football play. “It was 30 minutes of me getting up and moving and him following and sticking his fingers down my throat again. It was really repetitive. It felt like a fucking game.”

Throughout the course of her short time in the apartment, she says she used verbal and non-verbal cues to indicate how uncomfortable and distressed she was. “Most of my discomfort was expressed in me pulling away and mumbling. I know that my hand stopped moving at some points,” she said. “I stopped moving my lips and turned cold.”

Whether Ansari didn’t notice Grace’s reticence or knowingly ignored it is impossible for her to say. “I know I was physically giving off cues that I wasn’t interested. I don’t think that was noticed at all, or if it was, it was ignored.”

Ansari wanted to have sex. She said she remembers him asking again and again, “Where do you want me to fuck you?” while she was still seated on the countertop. She says she found the question tough to answer because she says she didn’t want to fuck him at all.

“I wasn’t really even thinking of that, I didn’t want to be engaged in that with him. But he kept asking, so I said, ‘Next time.’ And he goes, ‘Oh, you mean second date?’ and I go, ‘Oh, yeah, sure,’ and he goes, ‘Well, if I poured you another glass of wine now, would it count as our second date?’” He then poured her a glass and handed it to her. She excused herself to the bathroom soon after.

Grace says she spent around five minutes in the bathroom, collecting herself in the mirror and splashing herself with water. Then she went back to Ansari. He asked her if she was okay. “I said I don’t want to feel forced because then I’ll hate you, and I’d rather not hate you,” she said.

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She told babe that at first, she was happy with how he reacted. “He said, ‘Oh, of course, it’s only fun if we’re both having fun.’ The response was technically very sweet and acknowledging the fact that I was very uncomfortable. Verbally, in that moment, he acknowledged that I needed to take it slow. Then he said, ‘Let’s just chill over here on the couch.’”

This moment is particularly significant for Grace, because she thought that would be the end of the sexual encounter — her remark about not wanting to feel “forced” had added a verbal component to the cues she was trying to give him about her discomfort. When she sat down on the floor next to Ansari, who sat on the couch, she thought he might rub her back, or play with her hair — something to calm her down.

Ansari instructed her to turn around. “He sat back and pointed to his penis and motioned for me to go down on him. And I did. I think I just felt really pressured. It was literally the most unexpected thing I thought would happen at that moment because I told him I was uncomfortable.”

Soon, he pulled her back up onto the couch. She would tell her friend via text later that night, “He [made out] with me again and says, ‘Doesn’t look like you hate me.’”

Halfway into the encounter, he led her from the couch to a different part of his apartment. He said he had to show her something. Then he brought her to a large mirror, bent her over and asked her again, “Where do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to fuck you right here?” He rammed his penis against her ass while he said it, pantomiming intercourse.

“I just remember looking in the mirror and seeing him behind me. He was very much caught up in the moment and I obviously very much wasn’t,” Grace said. “After he bent me over is when I stood up and said no, I don’t think I’m ready to do this, I really don’t think I’m going to do this. And he said, ‘How about we just chill, but this time with our clothes on?’”

They got dressed, sat side by side on the couch they’d already “chilled” on, and he turned on an episode of Seinfeld. She’d never seen it before. She said that’s when the reality of what was going on sank in. “It really hit me that I was violated. I felt really emotional all at once when we sat down there. That that whole experience was actually horrible.”

While the TV played in the background, he kissed her again, stuck his fingers down her throat again, and moved to undo her pants. She turned away. She remembers “feeling in a different mindset at that point.”

“I remember saying, ‘You guys are all the same, you guys are all the fucking same.’” Ansari asked her what she meant. When she turned to answer, she says he met her with “gross, forceful kisses.”

After that last kiss, Grace stood up from the couch, moved back to the kitchen island where she left her phone, and said she would call herself a car. He hugged her and kissed her goodbye, another “aggressive” kiss. When she pulled away, Ansari finally relented and insisted he’d call her the car. “He said, ‘It’s coming, but just tell them your name is Essence,’” she said, a name he has joked about using as a pseudonym in his sitcom.

She teared up in the hallway, outside his place, pressing the down button on the elevator. The Uber was waiting when she left the building. He asked if she was Essence, she said yes, and then she rode back to her Brooklyn apartment. “I cried the whole ride home. At that point I felt violated. That last hour was so out of my hand.”

Babe asked Ansari’s representatives if they wanted to respond to Grace’s account but they have yet to do so. [Update – 10:02pm, January 14: Ansari has released a statement, which you can read in full here. In it, he acknowledges that they “engaged in sexual activity” but says “by all indications [it] was completely consensual.”]

Grace compares Ansari’s sexual mannerisms to those of a horny, rough, entitled 18-year-old. She said so to her friends via text after the date and said the same thing to me when we spoke.

But Aziz Ansari isn’t an 18-year-old. He’s a 34-year-old actor and comedian of global renown who’s probably done more thinking about the nuances of dating and sex in the digital age than practically anyone else. He wrote a book about it, “Modern Romance”, and it was a New York Times bestseller. Ansari built his career on being cute and nice and parsing the signals women send to men and the male emotions that result and turning them into award-winning, Madison Square Garden-filling comedy.

Most people first saw Aziz when he was Tom Haverford, a Parks and Rec fan favorite whose absurd, hilarious phrases were made to be memed. Who hasn’t said “treat yo’ self” once or twice? At that time, he branded himself as the witty, woke alternative to the stereotypical douchebag bro. His early 2010s routines paint him as the kind of guy who strikes out because he actually respects women.

And then, as he rose to prominence, he focused less on his own sexual disenfranchisement and more on pressing societal issues like racism and sexual assault, a move that’s earned him tons of praise. Refinery29 called him “a certified woke bae.”

In the second season of “Master of None”, one episode introduces a macho TV food guy called Chef Jeff, who gives Ansari’s character Dev a huge career opportunity before being accused of sexually inappropriate conduct by a bunch of women.

Discussing the storyline, Ansari said he wanted to examine what happens when much-loved characters are revealed to be creeps, making all those around them who don’t speak out complicit. “So it was like, ‘Okay, what if this is one of those types of guys and we just get the audience to love him? And then pull the rug out from under them at the end and reveal that he’s actually not a good dude?’”

Speaking to babe, Grace mentioned the glaring gap between Ansari’s comedy persona and the behavior she experienced in his apartment as a reason why she didn’t get out earlier. “I didn’t leave because I think I was stunned and shocked,” she said. “This was not what I expected. I’d seen some of his shows and read excerpts from his book and I was not expecting a bad night at all, much less a violating night and a painful one.”

In the Uber home from Ansari’s apartment, Grace texted a friend: “I hate men.” She continued: “I had to say no a lot. He wanted sex. He wanted to get me drunk and then fuck me.” She texted another friend after she got back to her apartment, “I’m taking a bath I’m really upset I feel weird.”

Grace’s roommate, who babe has spoken to, didn’t see or talk to Grace until the morning after. The roommate asked how it went right away. “She said, ‘it was awful. It didn’t feel good at all.’” Grace filled her roommate in on the details later. “I guess it ended up getting really fucking weird, really fucking quick,” the roommate said. “She was really shaken up about it.”

Another friend, who Grace texted on the way home from Ansari’s apartment and spoke to the day after on the phone, told babe she was “so upset.”

Grace says she spent the next day groggy and miserable. When they asked, she told her coworkers that the date had gone poorly. She also reached out to her friends, who helped her craft a message to tell Ansari how she felt about the date. But he reached out first.

“It was fun meeting you last night,” Ansari sent on Tuesday evening. “Last night might’ve been fun for you, but it wasn’t for me,” Grace responded. “You ignored clear non-verbal cues; you kept going with advances.” She explains why she is telling him how she felt: “I want to make sure you’re aware so maybe the next girl doesn’t have to cry on the ride home.”

“I’m so sad to hear this,” he responded. “Clearly, I misread things in the moment and I’m truly sorry.”

Those texts were the last Grace had contact with Ansari. And that night in his apartment was the last time she saw him, until she watched him win big at the Golden Globes.

Grace says her friends helped her grapple with the aftermath of her night with Ansari. “It took a really long time for me to validate this as sexual assault,” she told us. “I was debating if this was an awkward sexual experience or sexual assault. And that’s why I confronted so many of my friends and listened to what they had to say, because I wanted validation that it was actually bad.”

For Grace, the Golden Globes brought the events back to the forefront of her mind. “It was actually painful to watch him win and accept an award,” she said. “And absolutely cringeworthy that he was wearing the Time’s Up pin. I think that started a new fire, and it kind of made it more real.”

She told babe: “I believe that I was taken advantage of by Aziz. I was not listened to and ignored. It was by far the worst experience with a man I’ve ever had.”

Ansari has now released a statement denying sexual misconduct.

He said: “It was true that everything did seem okay to me, so when I heard that it was not the case for her, I was surprised and concerned.”

Update: Ansari’s full statement:

“In September of last year, I met a woman at a party. We exchanged numbers. We texted back and forth and eventually went on a date. We went out to dinner, and afterwards we ended up engaging in sexual activity, which by all indications was completely consensual.

“The next day, I got a text from her saying that although ‘it may have seemed okay,’ upon further reflection, she felt uncomfortable. It was true that everything did seem okay to me, so when I heard that it was not the case for her, I was surprised and concerned. I took her words to heart and responded privately after taking the time to process what she had said.

“I continue to support the movement that is happening in our culture. It is necessary and long overdue.” – Aziz Ansari

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soulcollector0100-blog · 7 years ago

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Taylor Swift Vs Taylor Swift

IN THE CIRCUIT COURT FOR NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE

Taylor Swift Address Sealed VS Taylor Swift Big Machine records 1219 16th Ave S, Nashville, TN 37212 COMPLAINT PLAINTIFF, Taylor Swift, comes this day, Novemeber 3rd, pro se, and for the reasons and causes for this Complaint, states as follows: COUNT I, II, III IV VII VI: Criminal Harassment, Cyber Harassment, Intentional Emotional Distress, Conspiracy, Fraud, Cyber Crime, Information Warfare (False) 1. Plaintiff, Taylor Swift, had a temporary lag in mental state back in 2014 which lasted a very brief amount of time in which she temporarily opened a tumblr talking about celebrities. I did not at any time talk to a celebrity via any platform. I merely mentioned their CELEBRITY in passing like a billion other people have done. ANY CELEBRITY that is aware of my presence should honestly kill them kill themselves. I am a nobody. People of that status should not know I exist. And it speaks volumes of MY character that It took a health scare or something out of the ordinary to mention these celebrities at all. I respect everyone but these are two worlds that should not collide for obvious reasons. 2. To be quite honest Taylor Swift was not mentioned AT ALL Selena Gomez was mentioned very briefly. I don’t get into CELEBRITIES at all beyond nice song. Me being temporarily out of character caused it to appear like I give a fuck about any of their lives. I don’t. But maybe it was retaliation on her behalf. The only reason ANY of their names came up was because some of their songs highlights event romantic dates between me and a ex love interest during a bad time. I don’t get into celebrities life Im near thirty what do I look like? 3. I did highlight my birthday was in MAY and me being temporarily in a lag of mental state I attached myself to Justin Timberlake’s Mirror’s video. In which he put his hand against the glass. Something Taylor Swift has mimicked in her Ready For It Video. The mental lag was very temporary but Taylor is the only celebrity unwilling to let It go and it lasted VERY briefly and SHE WAS NOT DISCUSSED. Yet here we are Two nearly three years later and she still appropriating me into her songs. Into her celebrity. And giving a bunch of strangers the indication she knows anything of me or about me on ANY level. The information she did collect via criminal activity she has grossly exaggerated and the other half is false. 4. I was also contemplating a suit against Taylor Swift previously. I have in my EMAIL slaughtered the whore in case any of them are criminals and its proven to be true. I thought it strange her songs were on point with events in my life. Which it has. She has no blackmail on me But I have been taking shots because she created VIDEOS surrounding another big case in which a song of hers is mentioned. The songs correlates to the suit and while I didn’t watch her do ANYTHING BAD BLOOD BLANK SPACE WILDEST DREAMS AND NOW READY FOR IT were all made around the time the events with the company I’m suing happened. In fact 1989 her cd was released 6 months after the events happened and started. Giving her time to write songs and create videos about my life in a harassing malicious defamatory nature. and majority of it is slander against me. Like I like Wildest Dreams but she CREATED A false story in the video even SWAYS MY CIVIL SUIT if I put any emphasis on the video in my OTHER suit. I’d accept a GIFT a nice song a nice video but WHAT SHE DID WAS SLANDER MY NAME and she is attempting to turn me into a pseudo celebrity by identifying me with my birthday. I enjoy anonymity. She is trying to steal that sneakily with the hand against the glass. 5. May. It’s a fucking suit, Bitch has lost her fucking MIND, The lapse in mental state happened between middle of 2014 through 2015 middle of 2015. The mental state did not last a year but songs related to what happened continued to be made By Taylor Swift in a years time including and up today. The suits is just now coming to a head this year. But the suit is from events from 2014 up till now. Blank space talks about Matts—the previous love interest email his email address is [email protected] I have excess skin on my stomach. Slight and not a big deal. It was only in EMAILS. No one should have known that. That video skirted around it and made up a story. About my body. There was also Bad Blood was made may 17th 2015. This all started the first week of May. It has Selena dressed in a two piece out fit at a company which is My suit against a company. I wore a two piece dress to a company function with a love interest Again NOONE should have known these things. They were not mentioned on Tumblr or ANY public setting or communication. These things were pasted in my email. What I talked about on twitter was Beyonce and to my knowledge she has not responded. As she shouldn’t. It was an outer space event. Never happening again and shouldn’t have happened before. Wildest Dream’s video was made August 31, 2015. This is literally a year AFTER the incident happened. She is highlighting the yellow which is the theme for my suit against the company and she recreated the night on the boat with my love interest but she inserted a part in which didn’t happen or created a story which creates a story for the defendants. But the song with out the video highlights in perfect detail Matt’s and ‘Is night on the boat. The video steals her gift. It now becomes criminal harassment defamatory and humiliating. That means Taylor was in my emails, And the whore owes me money and might even need jail time. I DON’T play those game. I’m about to end the whore. Just so I have everything listed BLANK SPACE WILDEST DREAMS READY FOR IT BAD BLOOD and SHAKE IT OFF. THESE ARE her popular songs off her 1989 cd. I haven’t heard the 1989 cd and don’t plan to listen. I’m requesting it be scrapped from air play and all her videos be removed from tv and youtube. And I want damages. Shake it OFF shows a black woman shaking her ass or twerking something I have never done. There was something in my search results with another ---- with a different last name and a twerk video and Taylor created a video about shaking something off that had nothing to do with me off Bitch Lost her mind. I’m a virgin. I wouldn’t be caught dead shaking anything anywhere. Not my style. Bitch needs to shake off vagina that’s been EVERYWHERE and publicized by her. LMAO Another moraless whore without class. What is it 7 8 9. Never in this life. Let me add here I do not KNOW this woman. I listen to some of her songs but there is no reason she should have taken interest in my life. I do not have family that are celebrities. The Bitch looks crazy. Now I would be interested to know if she has some ties to CMDI or an affiliate. The company is a republican affiliate. So that would give me proof that the defendants I have listed under CMDI are fit for a jail cell. The videos and or songs are favoring CMDI and their made up delusion. 5. Im going to add here tentaviley I am agrreing right now this is just me mind reading and covering all bases. Im REACHING in this last paragraph but I will suffer for it. But I find it weird nearly her whole cd I perused the lyrics to the other songs and they are filled with memories with Matt. I find it extremely creepy and invasive that she she has created a romantic collection of songs but then appears like she is attacking me in songs and putting words in my mouth. If she has any personal interest Matt I’m adding jail time. I’m seriously interested to know why she created a WHOLE cd bout MY life and by extension Matt’s life. I will not here I’ve noticed that Matt tweets celebrities using his work twitter I am not sure this fixation of Taylors is Old or Whether it was new based off what happened in 2014. Its extremely PATHETIC on ALL levels. I mean extremely pathetic. And sick.

Please note on my computer I have a different form due to copying the screen twice and getting two different pages. But it has been established this cd was released 6 months AFTER the events with CMDI and the events being put in my email started in May 2014

Relief—I want the sum of Taylor Swift’s networth which according to google Is 280 Million.. I want ALL OF 1989 removed from airway. I want a public apology form TAYLOR swift admitting guilt and apologizing for using her celebrity and platform to interfere in an anonymous person’s life and causing humiliation to an already victimized victim. I do not want to be addressed directly. I wish to keep my anonymity in tact. I want her to be humiliated like she tried to do me. I am being punished because I am white TRASH. Etc ETC. If it proven a romantic interest appears on ITHER end Im asking TAYLORS Music career be wiped AWAY. Cleaned. Broad lost her ever fucking mind. This line has been added against the suit against the company I'm suing as well but due to Taylor Swift being a celebrity and having many fans and connections this suit will be sealed. I am also stating that should I suffer death or any other bodily harm Taylor Swift and any other guilty party suffer the death penalty to include torture.

_____________________

Taylor Swift,Plaintiff

Address Sealed

Respectfully submitted,

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matt-and-ems-adventures · 7 years ago

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Matt and Ems First Holiday - Cornwall 2017

By Matt.

The wait for our first holiday seemed to last forever. The fact we booked our first holiday just 2 weeks into knowing each other would (understandably) seem completely and utterly bonkers to most other people, but what most wouldn’t understand so well is that from the moment we met we both felt like we had known each other for our whole lives. It just seemed to be the most normal thing to do.

By the time the holiday came around we were both very much in need of a break and were excited about getting to our dream Cornish cottage in Liskeard. At this point, we had not had an extended period of quality time together and so we were both really looking forward to it.

I was so excited the night before that I barely slept - Ems was tired as it was, but had also seemed to have summoned some energy from somewhere as she was very perky given that she left around 6am to pick me up. All without the aid of coffee! (this is unheard of!)

Ems arrived at my dads, and after a brief goodbye we somehow packed my suitcase and bags into Rufus the Fiat 500 without squashing Phoebe who was neatly packed onto the back seat between shoes, bags and holiday items! I was very impressed that we got everything in!

The journey took us 8 hours with a bit of traffic on the way down, but it seemed to take a lot less as we chatted non stop the whole way there and made our way through pringles, haribo, and fruit drinks - all whilst singing a number of songs from our Cornwall playlist on Spotify. Mainly Katy Perry and Taylor Swift though where Ems got to see my (admittedly camp) “shake it off” hands in action! Impressed her no end!

We did also make up our own version of Gina G’s eurovision classic “ooh ahh just a little bit” to be “OOH ARRR jus’ a little bit!” in a thick Cornish accent much to our own simple entertainment! It did develop into thoughts of making the video with various members in outfits (fisherman, farmer, Poldark, and pirate). Not sure if this will ever materialise but I wait in hope!

We arrived at the cottage to meet Mrs Dabs who gave us the guided tour and we were over the moon. A beautiful cottage set in the countryside with views of both Dartmoor and Bodmin Moor - and as a result we had an incredible view from the bedroom window. We had our own pond and the whole cottage had a perfect country feel to it. We both admitted we would love to own Campion cottage ourselves and would be returning to stay again in future.

We were both glad to be in our cottage and after unpacking we had a bite to eat and went to bed.

Sunday….

Like most days of the holiday we had a lazy morning followed by an afternoon of activity. Ems had a great idea of “bobbing” to Looe which was a lovely harbour town with a nice beach (unfortunately not dog friendly though).

Ems was forced to apply suncream as I was on suncream duty and she made a right mess. Cannot take her anywhere!

We had a mooch around the local shops and found ourselves wanting to grab some lunch. Ems found a really quaint cafe in between some shops and we had our first fish and chips of the holiday with a cider (orchard blush - LUSH!). We passed a pasty shop where we bought two pasty’s for our tea later that evening in true Cornwall style! Veggie friendly of course!

We made our way past the sandy beach before Phoe decided to “empty” herself on the pavement in front of two very disapproving pensioners who watched us slowly realise we had no dog poo bags - and then see us improvise with a pasty bag instead as we cleaned up after her! We laughed - the pensioners did not…

On the beach we sat down on the rocks, chatted and took our first photos of the holiday in front of “vagina cave”. As can be seen - Phoe looks very pleased with herself after the earlier poop incident! Ems by this point had started to feel a little more relaxed and it showed in her smiles :)

We sat for a little while before hunger took over and we took our pasty’s back home for tea. We had a relaxed evening chatting and chilling out with a bottle of rosè and jazz (check us out!) before dozing off. The bottle of wine went down far too easily!

Monday…

Again, we woke up slowly and in true holiday mode. I took Phoe out for her morning ritual wee and made her breakfast (including a pill hidden in a chunk of cheese!) before bringing Ems a cup of tea and some marmalade on toast (fancy Fortnum and Mason stuff!). We both had a morning brew in bed before deciding we should probably get dressed and do something.

Like the whole holiday, we didn’t have a set routine or “plan”. Ems suggested St. Michael’s Mount, but I unusually suggested we did that on the last day and that we visited Tintagel (”Tin-Tar-Gel”) instead. Ems agreed and so we packed up and made our way there.

We parked up after spotting several pubs, ice cream shops and food based establishments. It was a pretty little town with bunting out and a nice feel. We made our way to a hotel with a Camelot theme and found ourselves confused as to how to get to the ruins - we could see them but not walk down. By this point we got hungry (no surprise there!) and made our way back to the town for lunch. We decided on our own cornish buffet - fish finger baguette and a cheese ploughman’s with cider, before heading off to the ruins. Phoe was rather pleased to be out in the sunshine and to have had the remains of our lunch!

We made our way down the hill into the valley, watching as several land rovers passed us ferrying visitors up and down the hill. We both mocked them on the way down but both regretted this on the way back up as we panted desperately as we made our way back up the hill to the car!

There were ten trillion steps to climb which Phoe made look easy! The steps were worth it though with spectacular views from the ruins where we took lots of photos. The weather was fantastic but it was very gusty at the top!

We made our way down the steps and paid a visit to the beach so Phoe could run around which she absolutely loved. Ems took her into the dark cave and video’d her running around which was lovely to watch. We got some more photos before heading back to the car to go back home after what was quite a tiring day!

We got home opened up a bottle of red AND rosè wine which we polished off with scary ease before dozing off. Em’s legs got a case of the twitches after all the walking and so she was very pleased to see the bed!

Tuesday…

Tuesday was a very good day for Ems in the sense that her obsession with fictional Poldark merged with reality when we visited Charlestown where part of the series is filmed. It was a very small harbour town with a handful of gift shops/galleries and two pubs.

We weren’t there for too long as we saw the tall ships in the harbour, looked in the gallery (testing Ems on what photos she thought I might like) and then had some lunch in a fairly standard pub which didn’t have much of a Cornish feel - but it filled a hole!

We then headed off to Fowey (Foy) on what was a little bit of a whim as I think we both expected to be in Charlestown a little longer than we were. Fowey was a good choice though as we spent most of the afternoon and evening there.

It was a little hilly in Fowey (hence me stalling the car as we parked…) but we made our way down into the harbour where it was fairly quiet and had coffee in a lovely little restaurant on the harbour. We chatted away before we made our way back up, stopping half way to give Ems her first camera lesson where she took some photos of the harbour. She did really well and seemed to love having the 70-200mm lens on as she weirdly liked feeling as if she was spying on people!

Once we got home we chilled out, and had a fairly late night before our day in St. Ives.

Wednesday…

By Wednesday we were both well and truly in holiday mode. Once again we had a late morning and so we decided to eat the cream tea we had been provided upon arrival at the cottage but not yet eaten.

This provided a source of entertainment for Ems as I proceeded to put jam and cream on my scones - to which Ems reminded me of the Cornish jam first, cream on top method.

I nodded in agreement only to jam one half, cream the other and then attempt to eat the scone like a burger before realising my mistake. Ems looked at me almost in disbelief (almost disgust) before bursting into laughter and mocking me!

After the “burger/scone gate” incident, we decided on a whim to visit St. Ives. Parking was oddly quite easy but once we got into town and by the harbour it was very busy.

The weather had been great up until this point, but it rained fairly heavily for a few hours, and when we got there we were both hungry - and the first “hangry” outburst from Ems came out! I stopped momentarily to look at a bakery which has some really tasty looking loaves - for Ems to turn to me and quite firmly bark “NOT NOW!”. At this point I feared for my life and so I proceeded to calmly lead us to the nearest pub with an empty table for food!

… only to sit down, get some bar snacks and drinks to keep the hanger monster at bay to find that they didn’t serve food for another 45 minutes! This was worst case scenario. I felt hot and unnerved. I felt the eyes in the side of my head and the pressure was on to keep Ems mind off food for long enough until the kitchen opened as she was already hangry!

We found a more comfortable table, the kitchen opened, and we both ordered a very tasty fish pie. Ems hanger subsided and Phoe even sneaked a piece of fish. The sun came back out and we headed over to the harbour for a walk with ice cream (avoiding seagulls), followed by a beach walk to get the first feel of sand and sea on our toes. It felt so good! Although we saw some crazy drunk people in the sea which must have been so cold! We attempted some selfies with varying success and a chinese (?!) couple took a very dark and badly taken photo of us on the shore!

We spotted a lovely framed image in Whistlefish galleries but were too late on our way back to the car to buy it and so we had to return later in the week to get it. We did however pick up a Poldark mug for Ems mum Denise as a joke which she later appreciated! On our way back to the car I spotted a cute silver starfish necklace which I bought for her as I thought it would look really pretty on her.

We had a lovely time and once the sun had started to go down we left St. Ives to get some shopping from Aldi where I cooked some fish cakes for dinner as we chilled out for the evening.

We had a bit of a running joke all week where we would check on our German neighbours who didn’t seem to go out as the car never left the drive - but today they went out! We were both in shock!

Thursday…

Thursday was arguably our favourite day in Cornwall. We decided to put our walking boots on and explore Cornwall a little on a coastal walk. Thursday was the day we packed our Thermos with coffee and fruit cake to share after our walk. Simple things but it is what we both love.

We drove to St Agnes first in the morning which was a very pretty little village. No parking charges - just an honesty box if we “wanted’ to pay to park (we did!).

We found a little pub which was quite cutesy and very “villagey” which we both liked. Ems had a really nice Lemon sole with crushed potatoes and I had hake goujons which was nice - but nowhere near as nice as the lemon sole. Food envy!

After lunch we headed through the village towards St Agnes head to see Wheale Mine from the Poldark Series. We made our way through some gorgeous headland with purple heather, skies as blue as I have ever seen them and a nice breeze. We walked and walked but could not find a route down to the Mine, but we did get a good view of it.

We decided to turn back and head to Perranporth in the car where the proper start of our coastal walk would begin.

When we arrived in Perranporth there were plenty of surfers on the beach but the weather turned and it became windy and wet. We were undeterred. We put our boots on, kept the thermos and cake ready, and set off.

We passed a creepy looking youth hostel and onto the coastal path which offered some truly breath taking views. It was gusty and wet but it cleared some cobwebs and was well worth it. We walked for 3 hours passing the remains of a dynamite factory, mining ruins and an old Spitfire RAF base. Despite it being wet, there was lots of colour on the walk with some pretty flowers dotted along the path. Phoe did extremely well and kept up with us the whole way - I was very impressed!

We got back to the car and were pretty bedraggled, so we sat and drank our coffee quietly but contentedly with a very welcome slice of fruit cake. We sat watching the waves crashing onto the shore as we dried off before a beautiful beam of light appeared from the sky shining over the water. I didn’t tell Ems this at the time but I quietly thought to myself that this was a little sign from her dad as we sat together looking our over the sea.

Once the weather improved and we finished our coffee and cake, we realised it was almost dinner time and Ems suggested a chippy tea. It was like she read my mind! I love this woman!

We walked down and got our chips - mine with a copious amount of melted cheese on top and went back to the car. We laughed as a seagull loitered by the bin and decided I was brave enough to throw away our rubbish and face it (it was huge!).

The seagull then took our rubbish out of the bin and decided to throw it on the floor. I didn’t feel brave enough to have a second face off with it and so we stayed in the car. Shortly followed by us both laughing at a small child that tripped and fell over his own laces. Harsh - but it was funny!

Full of chips, coffee and cake we made our way home where inappropriate (and slightly odd) talk of “tickling my elbow bean” came up as she ran her fingers lovingly on my arm whilst I drove us back to the cottage where we slept like two logs!

Friday…

Friday was decided very early on to be our pilgrimage to St. Michael’s Mount in Marazion (”Marrah-Zi-On”). We packed our cool bag with home made egg mayo sandwiches (hailed by Ems as the best egg mayo ever), cheese and tomato sandwiches and some coffee in our thermos.

We drove for 20 minutes only to realise we had left our coats behind so had to swing the car around and head back to get them before driving back off again! Doh!

We eventually pulled up and set up on the beach first with our pen-pineapple beach blanket and relaxed for a bit. We had some coffee and our sandwiches before making our way toward the boat landing area to get across the causeway to St. Michael’s Mount.

Em’s then popped into some gift shops and bought a cute shell for me as a gift in one of the shops which I absolutely loved as it had a funny limerick on it :)

We got on the boat (not without Phoe having a wobble and needing to be carried on!) and got to the other side where there is a small harbour. I took a couple of photos and we went to get a cream team before Ems walked up to the Mount and spend some time exploring and sitting in the chapel as she had never been to the top before.

After Ems had seen the top and made her way back down (explaining that she had been nattering with strangers again!), we met at the bottom where she was looking a little pink… there was a little stern conversation between us as Ems almost refused to put on more suncream despite having a burnt head and shins… I persisted - and won.

I eventually managed to sit with her and put more on her head and legs as she quietly moaned at me for “forcing her” to put more on (despite her knowing she needed it but the (cute) stubbornness came out!).

When we both met on Tinder, the first photo I ever saw of her (and the one that made me chose to swipe for her) was one of her looking really pretty with Phoe by the harbour at St. Michael’s Mount. Before we left, I really wanted to recreate that photo but this time with all 3 of us as a little family unit in it. We lined ourselves up and did a pretty good job! Even Phoe looked in the right direction!

We got back on the boat, Phoe having another wobble before being carried on - and we made our way back to shore to do some shell collecting on the beach. We took another cheeky selfie with the Mount behind us and I took a quick shot of St. Michael’s Mount from the beach before driving back to the cottage, all 3 of us tuckered out.

A weird thing happened on the way back from St. Michaels Mount however… we discussed the use of “Waze” which is a free sat nav app that I use, and I persuaded Em to use it as hers kept cutting out. As the icon was a “baby wazer” Ems decided to give it a voice which sounded weirdly creepy yet cute at the same time.

It had us both in stitches the entire journey back and to be honest i actually find it hilarious and keep trying to make her do “the voice”! So funny!

We stopped off in St. Ives on the way home to pick up our framed photo that we didn’t manage to get earlier in the week. Parking was a nightmare so Ems got out as I waited in the car park and went to get it. She came back with it in hand and we left for the cottage.

Ems wanted to do a bit of driving on the way back and so we swapped over. We stopped off on the way home to get a Chinese takeaway (my first as a veggie) and Ems educated me on vegetarian Chinese dishes. Oddly I didn’t miss chicken balls and duck as much as I thought! Good job Peanut!

We got home, vegged out and ate Chinese and went to bed as Ems was feeling a bit unwell due to being a bit burnt. I kept her awake during the night by trying to be cuddly when she was uber hot (I am like a radiator!). This understandably did not go down well and I felt guilty in the morning for keeping her awake with my incessant need for a snuggle! Needless to say I got her breakfast the next morning with a brew to say sorry!

Saturday…

Sadly Saturday arrived and we both had mixed feelings about it. We were so happy and loved up, and were so relaxed after an amazing week away together - but felt a tinge of sadness about having to leave our beautiful cottage and say goodbye to”our place”. It was gutting to leave and we both wished we had another week.

Ems had a fantastic idea of trying to squeeze another day in by going to Padstow before making our way back home. I thought this was an amazing idea and so we packed the car (pretty well I would say!) and made our way there.

As we got down the lane we stopped to take some photos of the blue hydrangea bush that was at the cottage. Em’s dad Nigel had been trying to grow these, never quite managing to get the colour he wanted and so it was a little funny sign when we saw the bush and Ems told me the story behind it. it was only right that we stopped to take a photo of them and take one as a keepsake.

It was a lovely way to leave the cottage and we left in a pretty positive mood having stopped to do that. I felt quietly pleased that the cottage had provided a nice reminder of her dad and brought up a nice memory of him and the hydrangeas.

We got to Padstow and parked up before walking down to what was a pretty busy harbour front. It was really pretty with plenty of little shops and a small but lovely harbour. We decided that as we had a long journey back we should find a pub to have some lunch in. We spotted one the far side of the harbour and had some fish and chips. ‘Twas very good and our bellies were filled!

Em’s did however make comment that I am very camp when I get excited which made us laugh (and led to a jokey present for me), and due to her hanger issues I spotted a crab food van outside the pub which I had to get a photo of her by as a bit of a joke (and a present for her too). It is a good job we both have a sense of humour!

We had a quick walk around the shops where Ems found a top she liked, I bought it for her as she walked out without it and i thought she’d look great in it. We also found a crab and puffin mug which we got each other as a jokey gift (crab for Ems being crabby when hungry, puffin for me as being a bit “puffy” when I am excited ha!).

We got a cheeky final ice cream on the way back to the car (mine toffee and Ems vanilla - both with clotted cream on top!). I changed the car park sign to say there were spaces when there wasn’t (feeling a bit cheeky) and we made our way back home after getting back to the car.

Homeward bound…

Not much to say about the homeward journey other than Ems slept for a good while which she needed and we stopped for fuel.

This for me is where I say that I had the best holiday I have ever had. I have never been so happy or so relaxed - and I have never enjoyed spending time with someone so much. I have never felt so loved up or so close to somebody. We really are like two little peas in a pod and soulmates.

There were so many funny moments and a LOT of laughter. A whole lot of snuggles and kisses were had and I loved spending quality time with Ems which we just hadn’t been able to do until now. i will always look back on this holiday with big grin on my face,

I spent the whole week having the most fantastic time with my absolute best friend who I really am very lucky to also have as my girlfriend and future wife. I also felt really pleased that I managed to get to know Phoe a lot more and bond with her and we really felt like a little family which I loved.

For now we went home to separate houses, but I feel so much more in love with my peanut than I ever have and I am so much closer to her after this week. That I will always be grateful of despite missing her like crazy.

I now look forward to planning our next adventure together as peanut and pickle, pooh bear and piglet in the lakes :)

xxxx

#holiday cornwall mattandems

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