I haven't been on this sub in a while, but I think it's time that I tell the truth.

It's time to get this off my chest. This will also explain why I've been silent for a while, most recently. I'm sure the writing is on the wall and those who know me as ishikaloveshugs knows it already, but I think it is time to make it official, you know. Tell you who I really am. With the hate that I'll get from this, this could potentially be my last post.

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I GOT MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, that's right. I finally got married. You all may now refer me as Mrs. Ishika. It's been a wild ride here. I never thought that just after 5 months of moving to LA would I find the love of my life and get married quick.

Ok, for some backstory, I was born in India and spent the last 7 years in Mumbai. In thought of a change, I decided to move to LA temporarily and experience what's life on the west. I got myself an apartment and sharing it with 4 other college girls who became good friends of mine. Life was great. I could always visit the beach when I want to, I get invited to all the college parties in LA and this city is the best one to live out my most promiscuous self. Though LA has its problems, I'm starting to love this more as the days goes on.

So, let me tell you how we met and got married.

After a night of drinking, drugging and fucking with a group of lovely folks, I woke up hammered. So, I went to the nearby pharmacy to get some plan B (don't judge me, it was in the heat of the moment, and we were out of condoms). I also stopped nearby to get some coffee, and that's when I met Luca (not IRL name). He came up to me and we were making small talk. Tbh, I was not in the mood to getting hit on and based on my looks, he was asking me about how wild I went at the party last night.

Feeling the headache I had, I just snapped and said. "YOU WANNA KNOW HOW WAS THE PARTY? WELL I GOT DRUNK AND HIGH AND A DOZEN DUDES RAN A TRAIN ON ME LAST NIGHT. HAPPY NOW?" (a bit exaggerated, but lowkey true tho). I got my coffee and left. That was the first time we met.

About Luca, he's 37 (11 years older than me? The age gap is so hot), Italian, tall (5'10'', but he's claims 6'4'') and hairy, lean and muscular and filthy rich. He's a Lawyer at a big firm. Single and never married before. He's pretty tho, but he's the type who always dates women way above his league. The audacity on this man!!! (but hey, he wooed me, and so does half the men in LA with their woman. So, I guess the men here have their charm).

The next time we met, was another morning. I was invited to a college party by my roommate, so I went along, drank too much and woke up naked next to a few guys. I quietly slipped out and was doing my walk of shame and that's when we encountered again. From my messy hair and dress to walking like I don't have my panties on, he immediately knew what I was up to last night. So, he checked me out, gave me his coat and offered me to drop at my place. I would usually say no, but given the circumstances, I could use the help. We chatted a bit on the way and he seems like a chill guy. When he dropped me, I apologized for being an ass last time and that he caught me when I was not in a good mood.. You know what he said?

"That's ok. I'll forgive you if I can take you out on a dinner date. Maybe you can tell me how the experience was when you got a train ran on you."

The audacity on this man!!! But something turned me on there, so I said yes and we exchanged numbers.

On our first date, he took me to a fancy restaurant. And he wasn't kidding on the train part. He really wanted to know. Kinda weird for a first date to hear how your date got railed by a bunch of dudes, but it was fun talking to him about it. He was engaging in the conversation and I noticed him having a boner. Something clicked in me and I wanted to act on it.

He then asked me if I wanna hang by at his house (probably for sex), but I asked him to drop me off. I then acted on my desires and then texted a "buddy" and asked Luca to drop me off elsewhere. When he dropped me, my "buddy" was there to pick me up. I introduced each other and told Luca this.

"And Luca, this is my 'buddy', and we're gonna go upstairs and he's gonna fuck me all night. Thanks for the date tho. Bye".

I then walked way with my buddy to his place, leaving him alone and we fucked all night. To put a cherry on top, I sent him a 30 minute audio recording of us fucking.

Next morning, I woke up to a text from Luca. I expected an angry rant, but it was quite the opposite. He said that our date was lovely and the audio recording I left him made it the perfect date. I was appalled. The audacity on this man. This should be a sign to cut him off, but I agreed to go on a few more dates. By few, I meant a dozen.

One night after a date at his place, he asked us to become exclusive. This caught me off guard and I said no. Remember, at this point, we never fucked once, but our dates always end up in him dropping me at a guy's place. Tbh, the last few relationships I had was so horrible that I swore to never date or get married to one. So, I ended up being honest to him about myself.

I told him that I'm not interested in dating at all, and the dates I go to were always casual and end up in sex and that's it. I'm promiscuous and never the type to settle for just one guy. You should know that by the way we end our dates. I also lied about some things that will give him the signal to fuck off. I said that I cheated on my last few relationships and I have no regret over it. So, even if we decide to be a couple, I will still date other guys and let them fuck me and use me like a slut. (I know, a bit too much, but that should be enough for him to leave me).

Anyways, that should be enough of a red flag to him to back off........right?

The answer is no.

He argued that even if everything was true, that was not the case for us. He asked me questions like "Did you go on multiple dates with the men you casually dated?", "Did you even went on proper dates after you guys started hooking up?", "Did you enjoy the dates with them and was looking forward to another one?", "Why are you going on a dozen dates with me even though we haven't slept together yet"? and more. And he asked all that with his manly Italian accent.

And my answers to all of them were no.

I did sit there and thought about it. Everything was different between us. I loved going on dates with him Each one was fun and adventurous, I always dressed myself to impress him and I actually love his personality. Maybe I do love him.

Plus, he's filthy rich too.

But I was conflicted. I was too tired of the dating scene and didn't want to waste my time on another guy.... a guy old enough to be my uncle. And I told him that too. Then he said this, which changed my whole perspective.

I'm paraphrasing here, but he said something along these lines.

"Listen, if you think I'm just an old dude who wants to sleep around with a bunch of hotties in their 20s, you're wrong. I'm 37, not married and no kids either. Plus, the modern dating scene sucks for people like me. I want love. I want to come back home after a long day's work to my beautiful wife and my children, if any, and enjoy my family. I want to love and grow old with the love of my life."

"When I first met you, something in me sparked. Its hard to explain, but it was like the universe giving me a signal. Plus, no offence, but you're smoking hot. I must be blessed by the angels for you to go out with me. And I'll be truly blessed if you're my woman. The more I spent time with you, the more I love it. You're smart, funny, knows how to banter, fit, filled with self love and care and you bring life to everywhere you are. And that's why I want you to be mine."

I was flustered..... I had no words to say..... I was frozen.... not sure what to do next. So, I kissed him....

We made out on the sofa, our hands all over each other. He took the liberty of taking my dress off, leaving me in my bra and panties. In between our kisses, I whispered, "Take me to your bed and make me yours." He gladly obliged. He took me in his arms like I'm his woman and we went to his..... our bedroom. He dropped me in the bed, I took off my bra while he pushed down my panties. He took a moment in awe admiring my body.

"You're drop dead gorgeous. I'm going to savor this till the day I die."

He then took his phone and placed it on the side of the nightstand. He took my phone and place it on the headboard. Both had their video on. He looked at me as if it was okay. I simply nodded. Then he started kissing me. From my lips to my neck to my tits to my abs and made his way to my other lips. He was taking his time devouring me. I peek up a little to see a handsome older Italian man going down on me is a view. Plus, he's amazing with his tongue. I was grabbing the sheets as my body squirms in pleasure. His tongue crawls around the folds of my pussy and his lips playing with my clit. Soon, I came.... loudly.

"Wow, that was amazing....." I said.

"Pleasing a divine goddess like you, the pleasure is mine. Now, its my turn."

He took his trousers off and pulled his cock out. Knowing men and their weaponized incompetence, I pulled out a condom from my purse and wrapped his cock.

"I was gonna get one myself...."

"Yeah, sure you were." Ugh... men.

"You know I can always do my pull out method."

"As if.... you're the type to push a door when it says pull."

It made us laugh. He gave me some lube and I stroked him a little till he got hard. I laid on my back with my legs spread and him between it. There is nothing to hide and he can see everything. He teases with his cock till I beg him to put it inside me. He obliged and started fucking me. This must be a dream for him. I've been teasing him for close to a dozen dates and he finally got what he wanted. He spread my legs apart even wider with his hands and admiring me while his cock is shoved deep inside me. My body was feeling hot. It felt raw and intimate. I was enjoying every bit of it, but at times, I think back to what he said. For a moment, I imagined him as my husband. Coming home after a long day at work, we had dinner together, drank some wine and now he's fucking his wife. And it felt safe. The moment made me feel settled and satisfied.

Snapping back to reality, he leaned down and kisses me while fucking. I wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling us close and were fucking together. He couldn't last long and came all over my body. He collapsed next to me and picked up our phones and stopped the recording. We held our hands together as we reflect on what we did. We took a moment and went for round two. Thankfully, he had a condom with him. That lasted for while and we went to round 3. Now, we have no condoms. (Times like these is where I wish Blinkit was a thing in The US). He was ready to stop, but I was like, 'fuck it', and we did it raw, and he was more than excited to do it. We did a few more rounds till we got tired and fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning to cuddling with Luca. I'm the little spoon. I turn slightly to see him still asleep and its early morning (I'm a morning person). His arms are wrapped around me. At this moment, it felt perfect. It felt like a lovely couple waking up together in the morning after making love last night. It felt nice and safe. I decide to sink myself in the moment, cuddling with him for what felt like forever, till I had to go pee.

I slowly slipped outta his grip without waking him up and went to the bathroom. Then I stepped out to the kitchen because I was hungry AF after all the fucking last night. I checked his kitchen to find out I can only make a sandwich, so I was making one. Then he walked in on me.

Paraphrasing our conversation here, so bear with me.

He said, "Wow, a hottie riding me all night and making a sandwich the next day for me naked? God must have blessed me." He's a bit religious.

"I believe what you meant to say is good morning and thank you".

"Thank you. If I could, I would wife you up right now".

"Yeah, nice joke".

"You think I'm joking? I'm dead serious".

I was taken aback.

"Look, last night was fun and all. But that was it. It was just harmless fun. I know what you said last night led to what happened, but that was in the heat of the moment. I'm sick and tired of dating and I never wanna get married because of it".

"That's because you haven't dated a man like me".

He's not getting the hint. So, I had to be blunt about it.

"Listen, after my last relationship, my view on dating has changed a lot. I like and prefer casual sex. I'm not that big into monogamy anymore. I like fucking a new guy every day of the week, I like the fact that I can go out for a night, meet up a new guy or girl, flirt a little till we find a place for them to bone me, and wake up the next day not regretting what their name was and leave before they notice. Like, even if I date you, I will go behind your back and fuck other people, because I love it."

He was silent for a bit..... then,

"That's fine by me."

Woah, I was surprised, so I asked him to elaborate.

It was a long conversation, but in short, he said I ticked all his boxes. Things he wanted in life partner.

1. I'm hot AF, like the hottest woman he's fucked (his words, not mine).
2. I'm funny.
3. He loves my personality.
4. Loves the way I dress and portray myself.
5. Sexually active (like really into sex, his words).
6. Extremely smart.
7. Knows how to cook.
8. Vibe with him really well.
9. That I'm a ride or die type of woman.

I know those are good reasons for dating me, but I asked him to elaborate more on the things I said at the end.

He said that one of the things he struggled with dating is honesty. He truly believes that there should be transparency between couples, and even if there were secrets, he'd prefer to know it through his partner rather than a third party. He loved my honesty and wants me to be like that.

Plus, he admitted that the thought of me cheating on him was hot (when done consensually). Every time I sent him a souvenir after our dates, the sextapes of me being sexual with someone that's not him made him hard. He liked it, and he was cool with me doing it even if we're together.

He wasn't interested in long term dating. He wants to settle. In the end, he proposed this idea to me. He suggested we date seriously for a month, and in the end, he will propose to me. If I say yes, we're getting married ASAP, and if I said no, we're going our own separate ways.

Usually, I would sit on big decisions like this till I made my mind But in this moment, I didn't hesitate. I said yes, and like that, we are now dating.

And we dated, for like a month. This entire month, we didn't do anything too extravagant. We had regular dates (sometimes special ones, but nothing too big with the intent to impress me in a month), checked up on each other often, gave sweet nicknames to each other and had tons of sex. I swear out of the 30 days, we must have had sex for 23 of them. But we made the most out of it. He did not intend to woo me with flashy things. Instead, he showed me what it is like being a married couple and grow old together. Its literally what he said. He wanted me to show a snippet of our long life. And I did experience everything. From our dates to plans to goals to how we'd live together, our fights and disagreements to us making up for each other. Luca truly felt like the support and love I'd expect from my husband. We both also exposed our vulnerable selves to each other and that made our bond stronger.

And like that, the month came to an end. He took me to a romantic restaurant where we had a lovely time. In the end, he popped the question, and my answer is going to change both of our lives forever. I thought about it all day, no, I thought about it all month. And all this time, I felt safe, secure and happy.

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So, I said yes.

We were engaged.

Next day, we flew to London to meet my mother. She moved to London a few years back because of her job. They connected really well and my mom loved him (My mom is a Lawyer too). Though my mom was worried about our age gap, she gave her blessings to us. We later went to meet his parents and they loved me. They also gave their blessings to us.

Quickly, we arranged everything. By the end of November, we set up a small and intimate wedding with our close loved ones. Just like that, I'm now married. 6 months ago, I swore to never date to marry, and now I'm Mrs. Ishika. Good things come to life when you least expect it.

Now, I'm sitting in Rome with a breathtaking view while writing this confession. I'm enjoying our honeymoon and excited to be back to the US as a married couple. I'm sure the paperwork will be humongous, but we'll get through.

Thanks for reading a short peek at my life. hope you loved it. If you have any questions for me (or congrats), I'm happy to treat this as an AMA.

P.S.: Something extremely spicy happened on the night we consummated our marriage, but that's for another confession. Lemme know if you wanna hear it.

Love ya <3.