Mel

I can't really bring Mel up in any of my tales, except in passing - but she is a big part of my life and a really good friend of mine. She's one of my 3 female best friends, those girls you turn to in your time of need. Or one of my Sex and the City girls who I would happily talk about sex with in all the disgusting details people don't accept. I told Mel exactly how my first vibrator felt, it was so funny - Amber was there too, and she was holding it and we were screaming at her not to touch it, silly girl. I met Mel in my second job working as a sales assistant in Topshop. I was a weekender and she was full-time on a year out from college, but we clicked immediately and started raving every weekend religiously and frequenting the urban nightclubs in our city. Before I was 18 I'd visited every club in our home town with Mel and we'd used our double act to gain us exclusive entrance many a time.

Another amazing person I met during my years at work/college was Amina - petite, Portuguese stunner who had a little thing for the floor manager at Topshop. She clicked with me before Mel, but Mel and I have a stronger friendship, probably because we're much closer in age.

My last good friend that needs to be mentioned is Erin. She's been my best friend since age 4, is a little temptress herself too, and makes some of the funniest mistakes ever. No doubt she'll be a source of storytelling for this blog, but I still love her all the same - she has a truly good heart!

Anyway, that's all the background to my temptress ways and the life I was living, but in essence I was living a couple of lives over the years and this is why I think that it's worth detailing. Because personally I think tons of girls might be able to relate, cringe, laugh and definitely criticize. But oh well! Enjoy.

Our first boyfriend...

The title of this post is a little creepy, but in essence, if I think about it - my best friend and I had the same boyfriend for a little while. Before him, she and I were inseparable, but when he became the object of her affection I was extremely accommodating, but my temptress ways began here really and whether it was idiocy from my youth or jealousy of my friend's relationship, mistakes were made and this is where the lies began.

When she got a boyfriend, he became my good friend... but then good friends turned into strange conversations about sex (although I was a virgin), relationships and the possibilities if he was single. But at the same time I knew in my head that although the conversation was a couple of steps too far, I'd never go there because he was my best friend's boyfriend. So we continued to have our late night chats and our faux-relationship developed. It's almost like he was my boyfriend in secret except we didn't have any sex. He was getting that from my best friend.

During this time, embarrassed about my virginity, I chose to lie to my two best friends (my best friend and her boyfriend/my faux-boyfriend) about my virginity, claiming that I had lost it on a holiday I took over the previous summer. I didn't want to be the one left out, missing something from the conversations, object of any sly jokes. Seriously, how fucking stupid was I? Men love virgins, and back then everyone just used to call the non-virgins hoes, I wish I was still one now!

So yeah, time passed, boys came and went, but for 4 years our boyfriend was with us, can you believe it? Then everything came out. Everything? YES. EVERYTHING.

What came out? Our secret relationship? Yep. Not just that though. He'd had a couple of "secret relationships" and unfortunately those girls did have sex with him. By a couple I mean 8. Although I never slept with him, one night things did come to a head with us, truly defining the future of my relationship with him and with my best friend.

As part of our secret relationship, what we used to do is have little get togethers at my place where I helped him do his hair or we watched a film or something, just chilling - completely innocent, no sexual contact. This specific night, I had helped him with his hair and was on my way out into the school of temptress training in the real world. 

To slip out from underneath my parents easily, what I did was claimed that I would be spending the evening at my faux-boyfriend's house since he was on his way home anyway. My actual evening ended up turning out a bit sour and I found myself in an uncomfortable situation for a girl of my age. I rang the one person who knew where I was and as my saviour, he invited me to his house to escape consequences with my parents as well as the situation I was in. I eagerly took up this offer and quickly got a taxi to his house.

After greeting me, feeding me and chatting with me about how the evening had progressed since he had last seen me, we decided it was easiest for me to stay over and proceeded to go to bed. This wasn't unusual for us, since he had previously stayed at my house with one of my two other (unmentioned) best friends, called Mel, and both Mel and I had stayed at his with him and his best friend Luke after a rave.

Anyhow, we were in bed, chatting away before sleep came upon us, and then it happened. I kissed him. Yep, it was me - and to this day I have always described it as "we kissed" because it was fully mutual, but yes - I did make that first move and I still have no clue why. I guess I just wanted to, I just had to see what would happen or what it would be like. We made out for a bit, he caressed all over my body, teased me with his fingers and I reciprocated. Then suddenly it's like true consciousness hit me and I froze then started pushing him off me and stopped him from going any further as he was trying to kiss his way down my body. It felt amazing, I won't lie. But it was so wrong and the regret was immediate.

So yep, it came out... I admitted it to my friend after she finally found out 2 years later. I felt so dumb, a mistake from so young coming back to haunt me when really I had changed my ways and become aware of the influence female sexuality can have. So now my best friend and I are no more, neither of us with our boyfriend, but me alienated from the two of them most of all. I used to care, I tried so hard to be her friend again - she forgives me now, we talk regularly and there is still love there, but I'm onto new and bigger things. Friends don't really matter as much anymore, but I still value my oldest ones. Including her. She's called Amber.

Our boyfriend was called Hugh.

Where it all began...

Remembering where and when it all began isn't particularly hard, since it really all began when I was 15 and I'm only 20 as it stands now. 

Let's run from the beginning though. Born in the 80's, an only child to this day with broke arse parents. Not that it ever mattered, I never wanted for anything, was an overachiever in primary school and completely oblivious to the problems in my family. Then I reached high school and was introduced to a completely different range of people, I grew up around the so-called "ghetto" and was accustomed to this kind of community, whereas this new school was in an upper class area and meant to be a pinnacle of education for the city. Over the years I realised that this wasn't the case, and slowly became disinterested in being an overachiever - merely achieving to secure my future.

I was never really interested in guys throughout most of high school, if anything, I was kind of a tomboy, in the early years we used to playfight and wear baggy clothes, although we were still in the process of giving up our dolls at the same time. Then, while my friends became addicted to make-up and clothes and plucking their eyebrows, I was just interested in chilling with my best friend and doing all those things that teenagers do (sans boys), like get drunk, try a spliff here or there and spending money we were given by our parents.

Then it changed, the time came where we discovered more and more people in our year at school, and inevitably that best friend that was never really interested in guys either, turned around and betrayed me for a boy! Ok well, no, she got a boyfriend... but the connection was never the same and I guess at that point I set out to do the same thing as her, find that connection with a boy. And therein, it begins.

20 and 166 days into training...

I guess I haven't been in training as a temptress that long, but it's been a good couple years out of these 20 years, 6 months and 24 days I've been on this earth. So I'm starting my collection of them now, before I forget all those little dirty secrets that I never told any of my friends and smirk at in secret. We've all got them right? I went a bit hardcore for my age, but by no means have I done anything groundbreaking, but definitely a couple worth notable mention. Therein, this said, my blog is going to concentrate on day-to-day life, but at present I am coupled up and my temptress ways are a far cry from the behaviour I display now. But I'm not even 21, so I'm in no doubt that I'll have some nice little details to share with you.

A few little bits... for starters, who am I? Nobody interesting so I'm going to keep that to myself. Also, who are the people mentioned? All real figures, but no real names of course! All the stories are real, I mean seriously I'm even going to tell you the lies I told, what more can you ask?!

So anyway, enough introductions - I'm keeping the layout simple until I have a good reason to put some effort into using my Adobe software, so I hope you all read and enjoy my posts - please comment, what good is telling a story and getting no feedback? No holds barred, don't worry, I've given as good as any of you could!