And that’s not the number of men I’ve slept with. It now marks the amount of blog posts I have written. That in itself is blog-worth enough I feel. I’m going to be lazy and just cut and paste the latest article I wrote for a student newspaper because I’m halfway through a bottle of wine and half an hour from going out so I simply lack the time to elaborate on what is to follow, but trust me, I will. The full story is quite amazing and includes a lot more than a cheeky shag. Remember the Twitter update about my night with the Rugby player? (Note: new** rugby player, NOT Rugby Blue) No? Then you can fuck right off. I jest. I have more followers on Twitter than I do on the blog, so I naturally assume all those following the blog follow my Twitter, but that could be a very inaccurate assumption. 
 
 
The 50th post also celebrates 50 posts worth of anonymity, and hopefully 50 more. I won’t be in uni forever, and I’m not quite sure where this is going after I graduate. Sex in London? How very typical. For now though, I have people arriving at mine soon so I’ve got to get to the point. Grey is out of the picture and New Rugby is in the picture. He’s also fitter. And a lot better in bed. Overall win. 
 
 
Here is my weekly column from this week’s Cambridge Student newspaper (well, the important bits): 
 
 
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Have you ever woken up having sex? I have. In fact I did just the other day. Not in a surprise attack kind of way, but in a we fell asleep naked and spooning post-coital and started going for round two before our minds could catch onto what was going on kind of way. I can think of worse ways to wake up. ‘Having sex’ is an overstatement, as we woke up before it got to the main act. Groggily putting a condom on took longer than usual. I can barely figure out how to turn my alarm off when I’m half asleep so kudos to my partner for doing it relatively quickly in that respect. Nothing like sex to get you up and going in the morning though. Unfortunately for us I think it must have been around three am. 

How did we get to this marathon sex session? Well, this gentleman friend and I were sat together at formal hall that evening. Maybe it was my built up excitement over the release of Harry Potter, but the robe was doing it for me that night. After dinner we migrated to the JCR with everyone else to have more scintillating conversation before excusing ourselves to go to his room. I’m not sure exactly what our reasoning was for this, but we sat listening to BBC radio and chatting for some time. In this situation I’m still unsure how long you should go about with the facade of wanting to talk before you get down to business. It took about an hour and a half before we were horizontal and kissing. 

Why is it that men are so eager to get naked? I was lying there, completely dressed – high heels and all – and he was down to his pants. I don’t even remember him taking his clothes off. Was he naked under that robe? That would have been kind of hot, but I know this wasn’t the case. Having been on the bottom it was difficult for me to get out of my clothes, so I stood up and undressed to my bra and underwear. I don’t know why I ever bother leaving my bra on since a boy will immediately take it off given the opportunity. The radio played in the background, which was nice because I like to have a soundtrack going when in bed. The sex was pretty amazing, hence sticking around for part two in the wee hours of the morning.    

What does this have to do with you? Nothing and everything. It’s cold, you want to stay inside, I get it. But if I can pull in a down jacket that makes me look like the Michelin man, and he can get me alone in his room wearing a robe that kind of looks like a dress, then so can you. So layer up, get your arse to whatever holiday celebrations are offering free alcohol around the university between now and the end of term, and spread some holiday cheer. 

In case the above wasn’t euphemistically clear enough, I’ll leave you with one final piece of wisdom before you head into the winter weeks with your family: get some action before you’re confined at home and amongst relatives. There is rhyme and reason to the above story, which is this: do as I say and as I do. It will provide some much needed stress release before the holiday madness, and who knows? It could be the precursor for some great ‘welcome back’ sex in the New Year. 

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More to come. 

Something else important for the 50th:  

Happy Holidays! Be back soon xxxxx