Author: Miss Dyyna
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A Fairy and A Prostitute: Part I
I’ve come to call some of my first dates fairies. It has nothing to do with their sexual orientation, but rather that they fly in, sprinkle some pixie dust of insight or knowledge, and then flutter away. It’s usually not their physical appearance that attracts me, but rather something about their life experiences urges me…
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A Church, A Court Room and then Good-Bye
If you are a Patsy Cline fan, like me, you probably know this song. I’ve loved her since I was a teenager. I found my mom’s old records in the basement, and listened over and over again while entertaining myself with some crazy art project like sewing or making paper. When I met PhD in…
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The Couple: The Bitch
I met The Couple on Feeld. If you are unfamiliar with that dating app and need a refresher, read the first few paragraphs of this post. Like other singles and couples I had been matched with, it was just a lot of kinky chatting. These folks were the first ones to invite me for a…
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Creeper: The Shout-Out
For a brief time I created a profile on Plenty of Fish, an unremarkable dating app that seemed wholly focused on “Netflix and chill.” I started texting with a guy, Creeper, that quickly became sexting. 46, 6′, short dark hair, fit but not ripped from the pictures I saw, great cheek bones, square jawline, events…
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Limoncello
There is a beautiful Meyer Lemon tree in the yard of the carriage house I’m renting in downtown Napa. My landlords, who live in the Victorian on the property, have two young kids and don’t have the time to do anything with what grows in the yard. One Saturday in February, I got a ladder…
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Prison Dyke: The Un-Climax
I fell back asleep after she left. When I woke up, I found her diamond earring and a pair of shorts she wore under her jeans on the floor. I sent her a pic of me in the shorts pulled halfway down with my left tit and stomach exposed. “You secretly wanna see me again,…
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Prison Dyke: The Climax
A sunny Saturday afternoon in Napa. Running errands, working on my batch of Limoncello. I made plans to meet a girlfriend for a drink after she got off work in the early evening. I had profiles on Tinder, Feeld, Bumble, POF, and Ok Cupid. With the latter, I set my profile to only look for…
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User Manual, Part A
I just finished “Eight Things I Wish I’d Known About Polyamory: Before I Tried It and Frakked It Up” and the author mentioned writing your own user manual to “showcase your self-awareness and communication skills.” Some of you who know me well might chuckle a bit knowing the organized, critical-thinking German in me would love this idea – and…
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Diamonds: A Bar, A Car, A Few Tears
I arrived back to my sister’s house at about midnight. She was waiting up for me to say good-bye because she was leaving on a business trip early the following morning. I put the key in the front door, and she opened it before I could unlock it. She gave me a kiss and a…
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Scandi: Finger in Butt, Condom in Face
The day after The BJ, I invited Scandi over to my place despite being nervous about being date raped in my own apartment. I had a bad gut feeling, but the danger was intriguing, attractive somehow. Would you like a surprise when you arrive? I would. Ok, I’ll leave the front door open for you. Just…
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