Dirty Discourse

I wonder what it is that makes men want to talk filth at me. I've been myspacing with a guy on and off for a few weeks. The emails were friendly and funny, both of us discovering mutual love of certain films and comedy shows. There was never really a hint of sexuality about them, instead it was just the odd 'hey how are you?' approach (from him, admittedly). Then before I know where I am, we've exchanged mobile numbers with a view to possibly having a date and suddenly utter filth is being pedalled via text and email. I can't remember who started it but it culminated in us have phone sex last night. We also exchanged videos - his of himself wanking and mine of me rubbing my breasts. I actually made that ages ago for J when we were sleeping together but kept it for some reason (guess this was it).

I seem to get carried away very easily but I'm not sure why. I'm kind of coming to terms with the fact that I'm a slut although it really doesn't sit well. But is it obvious over light-hearted email that I have an appetite for dirty talk that could make Roy Chubby Brown blush? This is the fourth guy in a couple of months who has led me rapidly down the primrose path of dirty talk. Maybe I just attract them. It doesn't happen to any of my friends though. They lament my seemingly unending filthy shenanigans, going on about how they never find themselves in these situations. I don't honestly know how I do though. It just...sort of...happens. Anyway, the latest filth-monger and I are having a date at some point soon and it's pretty much guaranteed we'll end up having sex. This is fine with me as I am extremely horny and I am in no way looking at him as a long term prospect. Any man who wants to bang me before they've even met me is clearly not the future father of my children, just a cock to be enjoyed.

This Saturday I'm going to Wildchild which I'm really looking forward to. It's going to be an utterly mad day commencing at 1pm with lunch and wine then continuing until...well until we literally drop I guess. Having said that, I'm going with a group of friends who frequently get on it for 24 hours straight so I may well be the first one to go! The weather's supposed to be rubbish but hopefully after several bevvies and some good DJ sets we won't care. My friend F is coming and we're treating it as her 'end of twenties' blow out. She is dreading thirty and I can't blame her. I'm 29 in two months and absolutely hating the thought. I feel as though I've only just started to enjoy my twenties thanks to a string of unsuitable relationships, and now they're about to be snatched away from me. Must make this last year count...