October 20, 2018
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People used to joke that being bisexual was for those who were desperate. Not so, as more and more young women such as myself embrace their sexuality whether it be with male or female company. I love sex with women just as much as heterosexual relations with men, it just means twice the fun. Think Rita Ora, Kristen Stewart, Jess Glynne and you get a picture of how mainstream swinging both ways has become. My new diary is going to reflect this as I chronicle my life as of now.
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It was my new friend, the singer Jess Glynne, who called me the weekend before and asked if l was interested in going to a football game. Ruby Mae, the current girlfriend of Dele Alli of Spurs and England, had some exclusive seats for the game at the Olympic Stadium Saturday between Tottenham and West Ham. I like football and so once I unpacked from my trip to Paris I jumped at the chance. All morning I picked out what to wear and set off for the stadium in Stratford. "Nice outfit Cara," said Jess when we met up.
I had chosen a leopard skin jumpsuit with Guess boots and hoop earrings. Jess, a slim five feet five wore a polo neck top with matching jacket and trousers and a pair of River Island boots. She had a mane of Titian red curls that complimented her sparkling blue eyes. Jess was the one who had introduced me to Ashley Benson. More of her later.
"Thanks," I said. "Where do we go?"
"I think it's this way." She answered.
Jess took my hand and we struggled through thousands of spectators in an attempt to find the private membership entrance. There were expected to be an attendance of 60,000 for the all London fixture.
"Over here girls!" Yelled Ruby waving with both hands.
Ruby Mae was a twenty three year old lingerie model with chocolate brown hair, teased into soft waves, and copper brown skin. She had on a pair of stone washed ankle grazing skinny blue jeans and a crop top that showed off her toned abs. She also had ample boobs, tiny waist and a lithe figure. I could see what Dele saw in her.
"Dele will join us later, he can't play but he has to be on the bench with the other players."
Ruby led us to a private box on the halfway line with a fantastic view of the iconic hallowed pitch. Complimentary refreshments were provided but Ruby told us we would dine later in the restaurant. The noise of cheering supporters was deafening but inside the plush box the noise was muted.
"I hate football, so boring. But I like footballers."
Ruby sipped on a cup of herbal tea as she plonked her high heels up on the rail by the panoramic viewing window. I was transfixed by her good looks and especially her sensuous full lips. Would I love to kiss those. Jess told us how she was kicking back after an exhausting schedule of touring.
"It"s been great, hanging with family, resting in my apartment and watching television."
The redhead looked at me and I felt glad for her. Like myself she had been in relations with men as well as women, and like myself hated labels.
"I'm not in any relationship right now. I'm open for anything. I just want to have fun."
"Hey, you want to know a secret? This stadium doesn't just have two dressing rooms. One for the home team and one for the away team. There is a third. And on Saturday it's not used. AND, it has a hot tub. Wanna use it?"
Ruby already got up and Jess and I tagged along. Why not? She led the way down a long corridor and the place seemed deserted. The dressing room was cold and quiet and we reached the other end and found a smaller room with a big bathtub and the hot tub. Ruby immeadiately began to fill it and get the temperature up. Then she grabbed a big handful of towels. The hot tub bubbled away eventually at 96 degrees and the steam rose up into the air. There were several large pale blue towels for us, the same as the West Ham shirts, as we stood beside the tub.
"Okay girls, get naked!"
