So, the door knocks. I hesitate, not for long if I'm honest, and descend down the stairs to open the door.
In he comes, some chastisement from me for not doing as he was told and staying away, a coffee, the sofa, some chatting - sexual and not, some flirting - harmless and not, and eventually the corny line... "I don't know whether I should go, or if I should ask to kiss you". (From him, not me!!). A little flurry, flurry, but the kiss comes. And fucking nice it is too.
One kiss becomes snogging, snogging becomes removal of my top, removal of my top becomes removal of my bra, removal of my bra becomes fondling, licking and suckling of breasts, more snogging, my hand on his back, his stomach (I fucking love men's stomachs!), a decision to move upstairs - a request from him to put on the black chemise I have mentioned once before in texts and that he has imagined and wanked to many times, request obliged.
So, I'm in the chemise, covered enough to feel comfortable, uncovered enough to feel sexy, and he's flat on his back on the bed in nothing but his boxers, and fuck me that is hot. SG, the fit, fit, fit gardener is lying on my bed with a fucking hard on for me.
Sometimes I want to take control, not in any kind of domination way, but just to do the work and let them enjoy it, and right at that moment I was intent on fucking that man, my way and in my own time. I straddled him - quite the perfect thing for the time and the mood, and set about picking up the kissing where we'd left off. He in the meantime is appreciating the feel of curves and warm flesh under black silk, and I begin to work down that beautiful chest and stomach with an array of kisses, nips and stroking, getting more turned on by the second.
His cock is beautiful, perfect size and in perfect proportion with the rest of him. I work around it for a while, across the stomach, down the thighs, the crease of his groin, but finally lick slowly up that smooth, firm beautiful hard cock. A dip over the head, some swirling around and around, now encasing as much of the length as I can in my mouth, looking up and seeing him watching me. Enough to make me moan at the whole experience.
I could feel some building up in him, and a quickening of breath that told me I probably couldn't do this much longer without him cumming in my mouth. A split second decision later that much as that would be fucking hot, I wanted him in me, not in my mouth, and so I eased off and replaced my mouth with my hand. Calming everything down, whilst moving myself back up his body.
I replaced his cock with his mouth, whilst sliding myself up and down the length of him before finally hitching my hips high enough to allow his cock to just nudge into me, and then holding it there for a few seconds before slowly, slowly, slowly pushing down and sliding the entire length of him in me. And fuck it felt good. That first moment of entry, fucking drives me mad.
I began to move, slowly but deeply, rocking backwards and forwards to ensure his cock is as deep as possible, whilst dipping my mouth down for the occasional deep, deep kiss, it wasn't long before I could feel him tensing beneath me, and bucking up hard to try and push his cock even further into me. And I cannot explain quite how fucking hot that is. To have a man beneath you, cumming into you, with every fibre of his being tight - fuck, that just drives me crazy in a way I can't explain. Fuck, fuck, fuck!! Cum hard, and fast for me anytime folks!! It was almost enough to tip me over the edge, but not quite, so we slowed everything down, let him get his breath back, and laid chatting for a while - not least about his wife.
But damn it's hard to lay next to a perfect specimen of naked manhood, with his spunk dribbling down your thighs, and not just want to fuck him again. So, after a short period of recovery it was his turn to make some effort, and he was soon sliding his cock into me again, this time in missionary.
Afterwards, we agreed that it was what it was, and that no promises were being made or expected on either side, and he left a happy man. And althought it wasn't the longest, the most outrageous or the hottest shag I've ever had, it was good, and to be honest it was needed, and I went to bed with a smile on my face.
But man, I could fuck him again right now!!
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Sunday, July 22, 2007
Sunday, April 01, 2007
I am OG, hear me roar ...
What a funny, funny random evening! Went out with girly mates tonight, with nothing more exciting planned than a simple night around the home town, to start after picking up Bea at just after 8 and then heading for Meg Ryan and Straight Mate before a crawl round the various local establishments.
In the middle of the afternoon old friend Lena text to say where we out tonight as she fancied a girly night out, so ever the one to oblige I arranged to pick her up from the village pub where she works just out of town around 8, and then head on as above. When I got to the pub I text to tell her I was in the car park and she rang and asked me to come in for one. As the others were all expecting me I told her no and said I'd wait a minute while she finished her drink. Pretty much straight away I spotted in my rear view mirror this very attractive man heading my way. I wound down the window.
"Are you OG?"
"Yep"
"You have to come in for one. Come on!"
"Okay, if I must!"
Some very brief banter followed in the walk across the car park, during which he said he was so pleased I was coming he'd even written my name on his arm! It later transpired he has OG tattooed on his arm - one of those home made tattoos that so many men of a certain age and a probably dubious background have! (How weird is that?!)
As we walked in he was talking to a kid, that seemed to belong to him, (it is his), and after just a few minutes of being in there he put his arm round the girl standing next to him and gave her a kiss on the cheek. I'm just thinking, "damn", first fit bloke who's taken my eye as a potential for a while and he's married with a kid and about to introduce me to his wife! Two minutes later she introduces herself, and her girlfriend of 2 years sitting behind her. Result!!
Anyway, after being introduced to him properly (and discovering not only is he single but also looking for a relationship), as well as the others, who all seemed a good crowd, Lena and I ended up staying at the pub until just before 9, generally having a laugh with the locals, and I spent some time chatting (and flirting ever so slightly!) with him. I was thanking my lucky stars that I had made some effort before going out, because he is truly, truly scrummy, and the first man I have met for a long while that has the air of real potential about him! Tall, dark, average build, late 30's (I think!) and good looking in that not-too-pretty-but-trendy-enough way that I like best. He also seems funny, cheeky and a bit of geezer, but a geezer with plenty of money by the looks of things. He ordered 2 bottles of champagne without batting an eyelid (or making a big show of it!) just before I left!
Lena kept telling me he really liked me (although she was pissed and loved up with a different fella, so I don't really trust her word!), and he did seem to be pretty interested. At one point when we were talking about cooking said "So, when do you want to go out for dinner then?", which I just laughed off. Lena was desperate for us to stay for the rest of the night, which I was quite keen on, but I'd already arranged to see the other girls and wouldn't let them down just like that so eventually I dragged her out of there. I said goodbye to him as I was leaving and went to do the standard double air kissing thing, and was quite surprised when he gave me a really big hug too! I returned the hug and kept it friendly and flirty with "Nice to meet you, might well see you again some time", to which he replied "I hope so!" All good there then, but I kept it very cool with "Maybe!". So, methinks I shall be heading over the village pub very soon!
Finally picked Bea up, and caught up with Meg and Straight in hometown where we went on our merry way. I must have been wearing that mystical Eau De Whore, because I was pulling in some serious looking, then a few pubs in who should I bump into but M! (The old fuck buddy that never really kicked off as a fuck buddy!). I went over to him and KD and said a few words to them, though not a lot to him as I thought he was being a bit standoffish. Carried on around the town when he turned up in the local dive around 1am. He only said a curt hello on the way past to the gents, which I thought was a bit odd, but not that big a deal, but then he just ignored me on the way back. Meg just gave me a look that said 'strange!', I nodded and carried on with the dancing and singing as before.
A short while later he came up again, and said "Are you ignoring me?". I was completely confused, and was like "What you on about? I thought you were ignoring me!!" He said that I had spoken to KD in the other pub but had only said a brief hello to him and he thought I was being off with him?! What the fuck! Anyway, we spent the rest of the night chatting and having a laugh and blatantly flirting with each other, while talking about us in the summer and the situation with CM etc, and then we all left together. I dropped Meg off home (Bea, Straight and Lena had all already gone), then headed to drop KD off and finally M. As I was running really late for my sitter, after I had dropped KD, M said he would come back to mine and call a taxi.
We sat chatting for about fifteen minutes about this and that, and then I figured I really ought to offer him a drink so went to put the kettle on. He came into the kitchen and we were still talking, and the next thing I know we were kissing. And man, does he kiss fucking nicely!! To cut a long story short we ended up shagging, (which although wasn't fireworks and earth moving, was remarkably good considering the let down of the previous times) and then he called a taxi.
I'm cool with the whole M thing. I think it's one of those "right time, right place" kind of things, and I did enjoy it. I really don't think I am going to be actively seeking a repeat performance but I'm not against the idea of it happening again. And I had forgotten how fucking great his kissing is!!
On the whole M is only a pleasant interlude while I'm single, though if I have my way, that status may all be about to change in the not too distant future...
Update:
Lena popped round for a while after work this afternoon to update me on the Jay situation. Apparently he spent all afternoon asking after me, and what I'd said about him. Ah bless! We are supposed to be spending Saturday night over there, which I'm looking forward to but is going to take some planning this weekend, with mate Jane over from New Zealand for a month and staying with me for Easter, and a promised day out with my Dad on Easter Sunday!! Damn the timing of it all!
PS. Apparently he brought the champagne especially to impress me! Bless!
In the middle of the afternoon old friend Lena text to say where we out tonight as she fancied a girly night out, so ever the one to oblige I arranged to pick her up from the village pub where she works just out of town around 8, and then head on as above. When I got to the pub I text to tell her I was in the car park and she rang and asked me to come in for one. As the others were all expecting me I told her no and said I'd wait a minute while she finished her drink. Pretty much straight away I spotted in my rear view mirror this very attractive man heading my way. I wound down the window.
"Are you OG?"
"Yep"
"You have to come in for one. Come on!"
"Okay, if I must!"
Some very brief banter followed in the walk across the car park, during which he said he was so pleased I was coming he'd even written my name on his arm! It later transpired he has OG tattooed on his arm - one of those home made tattoos that so many men of a certain age and a probably dubious background have! (How weird is that?!)
As we walked in he was talking to a kid, that seemed to belong to him, (it is his), and after just a few minutes of being in there he put his arm round the girl standing next to him and gave her a kiss on the cheek. I'm just thinking, "damn", first fit bloke who's taken my eye as a potential for a while and he's married with a kid and about to introduce me to his wife! Two minutes later she introduces herself, and her girlfriend of 2 years sitting behind her. Result!!
Anyway, after being introduced to him properly (and discovering not only is he single but also looking for a relationship), as well as the others, who all seemed a good crowd, Lena and I ended up staying at the pub until just before 9, generally having a laugh with the locals, and I spent some time chatting (and flirting ever so slightly!) with him. I was thanking my lucky stars that I had made some effort before going out, because he is truly, truly scrummy, and the first man I have met for a long while that has the air of real potential about him! Tall, dark, average build, late 30's (I think!) and good looking in that not-too-pretty-but-trendy-enough way that I like best. He also seems funny, cheeky and a bit of geezer, but a geezer with plenty of money by the looks of things. He ordered 2 bottles of champagne without batting an eyelid (or making a big show of it!) just before I left!
Lena kept telling me he really liked me (although she was pissed and loved up with a different fella, so I don't really trust her word!), and he did seem to be pretty interested. At one point when we were talking about cooking said "So, when do you want to go out for dinner then?", which I just laughed off. Lena was desperate for us to stay for the rest of the night, which I was quite keen on, but I'd already arranged to see the other girls and wouldn't let them down just like that so eventually I dragged her out of there. I said goodbye to him as I was leaving and went to do the standard double air kissing thing, and was quite surprised when he gave me a really big hug too! I returned the hug and kept it friendly and flirty with "Nice to meet you, might well see you again some time", to which he replied "I hope so!" All good there then, but I kept it very cool with "Maybe!". So, methinks I shall be heading over the village pub very soon!
Finally picked Bea up, and caught up with Meg and Straight in hometown where we went on our merry way. I must have been wearing that mystical Eau De Whore, because I was pulling in some serious looking, then a few pubs in who should I bump into but M! (The old fuck buddy that never really kicked off as a fuck buddy!). I went over to him and KD and said a few words to them, though not a lot to him as I thought he was being a bit standoffish. Carried on around the town when he turned up in the local dive around 1am. He only said a curt hello on the way past to the gents, which I thought was a bit odd, but not that big a deal, but then he just ignored me on the way back. Meg just gave me a look that said 'strange!', I nodded and carried on with the dancing and singing as before.
A short while later he came up again, and said "Are you ignoring me?". I was completely confused, and was like "What you on about? I thought you were ignoring me!!" He said that I had spoken to KD in the other pub but had only said a brief hello to him and he thought I was being off with him?! What the fuck! Anyway, we spent the rest of the night chatting and having a laugh and blatantly flirting with each other, while talking about us in the summer and the situation with CM etc, and then we all left together. I dropped Meg off home (Bea, Straight and Lena had all already gone), then headed to drop KD off and finally M. As I was running really late for my sitter, after I had dropped KD, M said he would come back to mine and call a taxi.
We sat chatting for about fifteen minutes about this and that, and then I figured I really ought to offer him a drink so went to put the kettle on. He came into the kitchen and we were still talking, and the next thing I know we were kissing. And man, does he kiss fucking nicely!! To cut a long story short we ended up shagging, (which although wasn't fireworks and earth moving, was remarkably good considering the let down of the previous times) and then he called a taxi.
I'm cool with the whole M thing. I think it's one of those "right time, right place" kind of things, and I did enjoy it. I really don't think I am going to be actively seeking a repeat performance but I'm not against the idea of it happening again. And I had forgotten how fucking great his kissing is!!
On the whole M is only a pleasant interlude while I'm single, though if I have my way, that status may all be about to change in the not too distant future...
Update:
Lena popped round for a while after work this afternoon to update me on the Jay situation. Apparently he spent all afternoon asking after me, and what I'd said about him. Ah bless! We are supposed to be spending Saturday night over there, which I'm looking forward to but is going to take some planning this weekend, with mate Jane over from New Zealand for a month and staying with me for Easter, and a promised day out with my Dad on Easter Sunday!! Damn the timing of it all!
PS. Apparently he brought the champagne especially to impress me! Bless!
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Crash and burn
So, last Tuesday, the delightful MW had returned into my life (at my instigation), and we had arranged to meet the Thursday now coming up. We spent the whole week texting and msning, I sent him some new pics of me, and I spoke to him on the phone Thursday morning for an hour and all was good. He came over Friday evening for a cuppa, and we spent a couple of hours chatting and everything seemed fine, with him leaving and Thursday nights date confirmed.
I went out with the girls last night, and he texted a few times throughout the evening, before finally texting at around 11.30pm to say he was heading over to my hometown to the crap local night club here. A mad panic ensued, as I'd had one of those can't be bothered nights were I hadn't bothered dressing up, my hair was shit, I'd been dancing for 2 hours and was all hot and sweaty, and I was wearing the same clothes I'd bunged on to see him the night before!!!!
My initial response was "shit, you can't come and find me because I look like crap!", and I was seriously seriously stressed!! (Did I mention I really really like this guy??! He is by far, one of the truly fittest and sexiest men I have ever met). Anyway, to cut a long story short he went to the club and then came up and met me about 2am when I left the pub.
We came home and played name that tune while watching vh1 until about 5am, (which I was fucking shit at, and he was fucking great at!!), and then had the discussion about sleeping arrangements. Now, I really wasnt planning on sleeping with him, not least because I hadnt shaved my legs or my bikini line, and generally looked like crap by 5 in the morning! But he wouldnt let me sleep on the sofa and rah de rah de rah, we both agree to sleep upstairs.
Now for a boy who had professed to be shy all week, once we were in bed it took about 10 secs for us to be snogging, and a further 2 minutes for me to be whipping my clothes off, sucking his cock and then straddling him. The sex was hard and fast and just fucking great, seriously fucking great, and I went to sleep (about 6am!!), tired, cuddled up to him and happy. Morning came, and I awoke to the feel of him spooning me from behind, with a hard on pressed into my buttocks, and more shagging commenced. All good.
Due to the clocks changing last night, and my bedside alarm being out before the change, our addled brains couldn't cope with the time change and we left to take him back to his hometown about 10.30am (we thought) as he had to take his boy to football practice. Half way there, we realise its actually only 9am, goddamn!! So, I dropped him off at the shop to get a paper, we kissed, and we both agreed to meet Thursday, as originally planned. He was like I'll definitely see you Thursday.
At 10.10am I get a text...
MW - OG, thinking about last night, and it shouldn't have happened. I should have stayed with my mates. I don't want to give you false hope. I feel really bad.
What the fuck!!!!! I tell you, fucking knobhead!!! That was my initial reaction. Why the fuck do men do that? Bring the fucker on and on bigtime and then change their fucking minds!!! It pisses me off, seriously seriously pisses me off, and is the one thing I never never do. I never promise myself lightly, I never lead people to believe I want one thing when actually I'm not sure. And it really really hacks me off that I increasingly seem to hear of more and more men that do this. Fuckers, fuckers, fuckers!
Me - What's that all about MW? Take it you're not interested in seeing me again then?
No response.
Me - Disappointed in you MW. Thought we were both grown ups! Last night didn't give me false hope, it was the bringing it on bigtime the whole week before . No need for that! Your loss though mate
And despite the bravery of my last comment, not only am I pissed off, but now I'm fucking gutted, because I really like him. He's fit, he's funny, he's generally an all round honey. And now I feel like some pathetic, ugly, fat, crap fuck, and I'm fucking tired of playing this stupid fucking "love" game. It's too fucking hard!
At 12.07pm he texts...
MW - I'm an alcoholic. You don't need that in your life. I'm still drinking now. I'm sorry.
You're fucking sorry??!!!!! You make a decision about what I need in my life with no input from me (another fucking DM), and thats it?? I'm meant to just accept your fucking decision??!! Fuck you with your sorry! So, needless to say, over the next few hours, the following sorry arsed texts were sent by me...
Me - You have no idea what I need in my life! I guess I should have expected to not be important enough for you to bother even trying to find out.
Me - You know, I was there for you a long time ago. You didn't want me then. I'm still here for you now but you still don't want me. So why did you let me think you did?
Because he fucking did!!! Gave it the big one about how much he wanted to be with someone, and how he wanted to do all the stuff he does with his mates with a girlfriend, etc etc. And you don't say shit like that to people unless you're thinking maybe they could be that person!!!
Me - I really, really fucking liked you! Good stuff, bad stuff, baggage and all. And if you want to dwell on how shit your life is then fucking go right ahead. If you want better instead, which means taking risks and making changes, then let me know. If not then I won't bother you again x
Me - PS. If you'd bothered to ask you'd know I went out with an alcoholic for two years. It was him not wanting to fuck that finished us, not his drinking
No reply to any of them. No fucking sense to any of it.
I feel shit. And I'm tired of this. Tired of opening myself up to all of this hurt.
I went out with the girls last night, and he texted a few times throughout the evening, before finally texting at around 11.30pm to say he was heading over to my hometown to the crap local night club here. A mad panic ensued, as I'd had one of those can't be bothered nights were I hadn't bothered dressing up, my hair was shit, I'd been dancing for 2 hours and was all hot and sweaty, and I was wearing the same clothes I'd bunged on to see him the night before!!!!
My initial response was "shit, you can't come and find me because I look like crap!", and I was seriously seriously stressed!! (Did I mention I really really like this guy??! He is by far, one of the truly fittest and sexiest men I have ever met). Anyway, to cut a long story short he went to the club and then came up and met me about 2am when I left the pub.
We came home and played name that tune while watching vh1 until about 5am, (which I was fucking shit at, and he was fucking great at!!), and then had the discussion about sleeping arrangements. Now, I really wasnt planning on sleeping with him, not least because I hadnt shaved my legs or my bikini line, and generally looked like crap by 5 in the morning! But he wouldnt let me sleep on the sofa and rah de rah de rah, we both agree to sleep upstairs.
Now for a boy who had professed to be shy all week, once we were in bed it took about 10 secs for us to be snogging, and a further 2 minutes for me to be whipping my clothes off, sucking his cock and then straddling him. The sex was hard and fast and just fucking great, seriously fucking great, and I went to sleep (about 6am!!), tired, cuddled up to him and happy. Morning came, and I awoke to the feel of him spooning me from behind, with a hard on pressed into my buttocks, and more shagging commenced. All good.
Due to the clocks changing last night, and my bedside alarm being out before the change, our addled brains couldn't cope with the time change and we left to take him back to his hometown about 10.30am (we thought) as he had to take his boy to football practice. Half way there, we realise its actually only 9am, goddamn!! So, I dropped him off at the shop to get a paper, we kissed, and we both agreed to meet Thursday, as originally planned. He was like I'll definitely see you Thursday.
At 10.10am I get a text...
MW - OG, thinking about last night, and it shouldn't have happened. I should have stayed with my mates. I don't want to give you false hope. I feel really bad.
What the fuck!!!!! I tell you, fucking knobhead!!! That was my initial reaction. Why the fuck do men do that? Bring the fucker on and on bigtime and then change their fucking minds!!! It pisses me off, seriously seriously pisses me off, and is the one thing I never never do. I never promise myself lightly, I never lead people to believe I want one thing when actually I'm not sure. And it really really hacks me off that I increasingly seem to hear of more and more men that do this. Fuckers, fuckers, fuckers!
Me - What's that all about MW? Take it you're not interested in seeing me again then?
No response.
Me - Disappointed in you MW. Thought we were both grown ups! Last night didn't give me false hope, it was the bringing it on bigtime the whole week before . No need for that! Your loss though mate
And despite the bravery of my last comment, not only am I pissed off, but now I'm fucking gutted, because I really like him. He's fit, he's funny, he's generally an all round honey. And now I feel like some pathetic, ugly, fat, crap fuck, and I'm fucking tired of playing this stupid fucking "love" game. It's too fucking hard!
At 12.07pm he texts...
MW - I'm an alcoholic. You don't need that in your life. I'm still drinking now. I'm sorry.
You're fucking sorry??!!!!! You make a decision about what I need in my life with no input from me (another fucking DM), and thats it?? I'm meant to just accept your fucking decision??!! Fuck you with your sorry! So, needless to say, over the next few hours, the following sorry arsed texts were sent by me...
Me - You have no idea what I need in my life! I guess I should have expected to not be important enough for you to bother even trying to find out.
Me - You know, I was there for you a long time ago. You didn't want me then. I'm still here for you now but you still don't want me. So why did you let me think you did?
Because he fucking did!!! Gave it the big one about how much he wanted to be with someone, and how he wanted to do all the stuff he does with his mates with a girlfriend, etc etc. And you don't say shit like that to people unless you're thinking maybe they could be that person!!!
Me - I really, really fucking liked you! Good stuff, bad stuff, baggage and all. And if you want to dwell on how shit your life is then fucking go right ahead. If you want better instead, which means taking risks and making changes, then let me know. If not then I won't bother you again x
Me - PS. If you'd bothered to ask you'd know I went out with an alcoholic for two years. It was him not wanting to fuck that finished us, not his drinking
No reply to any of them. No fucking sense to any of it.
I feel shit. And I'm tired of this. Tired of opening myself up to all of this hurt.
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Flirting
Had a long hard day at work yesterday, spending all afternoon in a drug clinic with clients. Loving it though. Didn't leave until nearly 7pm, and then picked up X from a friends and stayed for a chat, before doing a MacDonalds run for darling X who had had dinner already but was "starving". Poor little mite! Yeah right!!!
Ended up not getting home til about 8.30pm so had to text CM and tell him not to rush as the house looked like a bomb had hit it and I'd only just got in. And my bastard cat has been peeing in the house!!!!!!!!!!!!! Despite the fact he has a litter tray. Bloody animal!!! So after putting X to bed, washing up, tidying and hoovering, I had to hunt high and low for a damp patch and then Febreze and air freshener the place thoroughly.
Anyway, enough with the humdrum, the important thing (lol) is that CM came over, we did the usual chat, tv, snuggle, non-sexual thing for ages and then finally managed to get it on!! Hoobloodyrah!! I got a shag! Yay! We still need to do some serious work on it unfortunately, but there was a little progress. I think he needs some confidence building and a few directions in finesse, and I need to get used to shagging someone so big (unfortunately NOT in that department before you think it!!!), but it has potential. And we get to practise again tonight!
But what is it about getting sex that makes you want more?!! Because today I am as horny as Little Miss Horny from Horny Street in Hornytown, Hornsville! Seriously! I went shopping this morning and was sure people could see a damp patch seeping through my combats! Even sitting here typing this I'm soaking wet and all throbby and just generally grrrr!!!
I woke up like this, after having a very bizarre and rather naughty dream about an old flirt (never touched unfortunately) friend of mine (now married), who shall henceforth be known as Diamond Geezer (DG) because basically he is an absolute diamond. The dream was about this blog of someone having an affair, which was quite explicit, and I had been reading it and realised it was DG. And then as dreams do that weird twisting thing I was suddenly the girl that he was having the affair with and we were getting all fruity and so on, until I had to wake up. Boo!!
I have to say this is not the first time I have had saucy dreams about DG, who I don't see/speak to anywhere near enough these days, but it is the first time I have dreamt about a blog! Damn addictive blogland!!
Anyway, so I woke all horny and wet, and with my brain still twisted by the state of my libido I did a naughty thing....
I texted DG!
'Hello DG. Just woke up from a really bizarre dream about you! So thought I'd say hi. Hope you all good x'
See, I'm a bad bad girl. And I need to be punished :-) I think I must need the drama in my life!
Now, I had kept it reasonably light, as firstly he is married and there is a possibility his wife could read it, but also because although we have been flirty, as I said, I don't really see him too much anymore, and nothing has ever happened between us in the past (he's another one like CM that I went out with one of his mates years and years ago and then shagged his other mate several times on and off about 6 yrs ago! - in fact we always joke I need to do DG to get the hat trick!), although we have raised it as a possibility at times, and I wish I had!
His answer, pretty quickly...
'Was it rude?'
Oooh, the horniness is not being helped by this!! What am I doing? I like it, but keep it light...
'Maybe a little :-)'
His response...
'Can you be a bit more specific. What sort of condition did you wake in..?'
Hmmm, some fishing I think. Like the flirting but not feeling in the mood to get into full blown text sex in the middle of Tesco's...
'You are a bad man! Let's just say I've got ants in my pants now!'
And then a long long pause before....
'Hope you are keeping well. Moving to "more local town" soon so should get to "hometown" a bit more. Also working back in "hometown" after a year in "not very local town".
What?? Where did that come from?? A most odd response. So I wrote it off as a mixed message situation, decided to stick with friendly and replied...
'I'm all good cheers. Let me know if you're about. Be cool to catch up. Take care x'
And then I get this...
'Take care and may all your dreams come true.'
I tell you, that kind of bizarre subtle flirting is enough to tip a horny girl right over the edge! Yum yum yum. Strange, granted! But yum yum nonetheless. It's like Sexy Gardener http://adayinthelifeoftheordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/sexy-gardener-and-random-texts.html#links , I just love those random flirtations :-)
So, X is off to her daddy's at 4.30pm, to stay overnight, Y is already at his for the weekend, so I only have 3 hours to kill until an empty house, when I'm going to be doing some serious playing with that wet, throbbing part of me whilst thinking of DG...
(If I can last that long!!!)
Ended up not getting home til about 8.30pm so had to text CM and tell him not to rush as the house looked like a bomb had hit it and I'd only just got in. And my bastard cat has been peeing in the house!!!!!!!!!!!!! Despite the fact he has a litter tray. Bloody animal!!! So after putting X to bed, washing up, tidying and hoovering, I had to hunt high and low for a damp patch and then Febreze and air freshener the place thoroughly.
Anyway, enough with the humdrum, the important thing (lol) is that CM came over, we did the usual chat, tv, snuggle, non-sexual thing for ages and then finally managed to get it on!! Hoobloodyrah!! I got a shag! Yay! We still need to do some serious work on it unfortunately, but there was a little progress. I think he needs some confidence building and a few directions in finesse, and I need to get used to shagging someone so big (unfortunately NOT in that department before you think it!!!), but it has potential. And we get to practise again tonight!
But what is it about getting sex that makes you want more?!! Because today I am as horny as Little Miss Horny from Horny Street in Hornytown, Hornsville! Seriously! I went shopping this morning and was sure people could see a damp patch seeping through my combats! Even sitting here typing this I'm soaking wet and all throbby and just generally grrrr!!!
I woke up like this, after having a very bizarre and rather naughty dream about an old flirt (never touched unfortunately) friend of mine (now married), who shall henceforth be known as Diamond Geezer (DG) because basically he is an absolute diamond. The dream was about this blog of someone having an affair, which was quite explicit, and I had been reading it and realised it was DG. And then as dreams do that weird twisting thing I was suddenly the girl that he was having the affair with and we were getting all fruity and so on, until I had to wake up. Boo!!
I have to say this is not the first time I have had saucy dreams about DG, who I don't see/speak to anywhere near enough these days, but it is the first time I have dreamt about a blog! Damn addictive blogland!!
Anyway, so I woke all horny and wet, and with my brain still twisted by the state of my libido I did a naughty thing....
I texted DG!
'Hello DG. Just woke up from a really bizarre dream about you! So thought I'd say hi. Hope you all good x'
See, I'm a bad bad girl. And I need to be punished :-) I think I must need the drama in my life!
Now, I had kept it reasonably light, as firstly he is married and there is a possibility his wife could read it, but also because although we have been flirty, as I said, I don't really see him too much anymore, and nothing has ever happened between us in the past (he's another one like CM that I went out with one of his mates years and years ago and then shagged his other mate several times on and off about 6 yrs ago! - in fact we always joke I need to do DG to get the hat trick!), although we have raised it as a possibility at times, and I wish I had!
His answer, pretty quickly...
'Was it rude?'
Oooh, the horniness is not being helped by this!! What am I doing? I like it, but keep it light...
'Maybe a little :-)'
His response...
'Can you be a bit more specific. What sort of condition did you wake in..?'
Hmmm, some fishing I think. Like the flirting but not feeling in the mood to get into full blown text sex in the middle of Tesco's...
'You are a bad man! Let's just say I've got ants in my pants now!'
And then a long long pause before....
'Hope you are keeping well. Moving to "more local town" soon so should get to "hometown" a bit more. Also working back in "hometown" after a year in "not very local town".
What?? Where did that come from?? A most odd response. So I wrote it off as a mixed message situation, decided to stick with friendly and replied...
'I'm all good cheers. Let me know if you're about. Be cool to catch up. Take care x'
And then I get this...
'Take care and may all your dreams come true.'
I tell you, that kind of bizarre subtle flirting is enough to tip a horny girl right over the edge! Yum yum yum. Strange, granted! But yum yum nonetheless. It's like Sexy Gardener http://adayinthelifeoftheordinarygirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/sexy-gardener-and-random-texts.html#links , I just love those random flirtations :-)
So, X is off to her daddy's at 4.30pm, to stay overnight, Y is already at his for the weekend, so I only have 3 hours to kill until an empty house, when I'm going to be doing some serious playing with that wet, throbbing part of me whilst thinking of DG...
(If I can last that long!!!)
Thursday, October 19, 2006
For joe!
Thought I'd better do some posting about CM (as specially requested by Joe http://amalemind.blogspot.com/ !), and I realise I have neglected him on here of late.
Before I start, I realise that it's probably difficult to appreciate how I can be going on (and on and on and on!) about DM and yet forging ahead with a relationship with CM. So, I have mentioned this before but will try and explain this further.
1. DM is my one true love (I truly believe that).
2. If DM was here, CM (or any other man in the world) would not be an issue.
3. DM is not here, and is not likely to be here in the near future, if ever!
4. DM has a girlfriend, a long-term live-in girlfriend.
5. I like CM, and genuinely enjoy spending time with him.
6. CM is here, and makes me feel good about myself.
7. I am trying to move forward.
8. CM is not DM and never will be.
9. I don't know if 8 will ever stop mattering.
If that doesn't make it as clear as anything possibly can be when it concerns love, rejection, lust, etc etc etc, then tough, I can't think of another way to say it. In my head they are two seperate things, in my life they are two seperate things, neither one diminishes the way I feel about the other (although they are very different feelings). Am I settling? I don't know. Am I using CM? I don't think so. Am I betraying DM? Logically no, emotionally, maybe? Am I going to worry about it? No.
So, while all the emotional DM upheaval has been going on in the last week or so, the CM situation has also been going on in "real life".
A quick recap... have known CM for about 8yrs, went out very briefly with his cousin (KD) at about this time, and more recently have slept with their mutual friend M a couple of times which wasn't really going anywhere anyway (mutually). I bumped into CM about four weeks ago (Sat 23rd Sept) and after suddenly realising I fancied the pants off him we decided to go on a date, which I was really really looking forward to. We went out about 3 weeks ago (Thurs 28 Sept) and had a lovely time, with some snogging, but I was a little undecided afterwards, my main concerns being...
1. I was worried he was keener on me than I was on him, and would turn into a puppy.
2. I wasn't sure if I really fancy him
3. I wasn't sure if we're sexually compatible.
I didn't see him for another week, and was quite pleased not to be seeing him, and then he came round (Fri 6 Oct). After a lovely evening, my hormones kicked in good and proper and we ended up lusting on the sofa for several hours, although no further than snogging really. He came round on the Sunday (8 Oct), and we passed a pleasant few hours, but after all the passion of Friday, there was nothing. Not even a snog!! So I kind of text implying we perhaps needed to move this relationship on again, and arranged to go out on the Thursday. Due to work commitments, this got changed and I actually saw him on the Tues (10 Oct).
After an evening of chitter chatter, we finally got round to some serious action, and eventually moved into the bedroom area! And it was okay. Not DM-stomach-churning-fucking-wonderfully-compatible-oh-my- god-we-rock kind of sex, but okay for a first attempt. He hasn't had any physical contact for about 18 months before this, and for the year or so before that I think any sexual advances from him to his wife were probably shunned in the most part. And that was kind of apparent. I don't mean in lack of finesse (though there is maybe some work to do there!), but more an insecurity thing I think. And I know I can probably come across as quite intimidating and demanding, though I don't think I am, but I accept I'm not some timid wall flower in that department so he could construe that as pressure. It also felt weird physically, because I usually go for quite slim men, and CM is quite big built, in a broad and solid way, and that may be why I felt like we didn't fit exactly right.
On the positive side, we got the first shag out of the way, and then managed to have a reasonably relaxed naked chat about how things went (perhaps more me chatting than him!), which is always a positive sign. I kind of expected that to be it but then quite unexpectedly, and in reasonable time we ended up shagging again :-) Always a bonus! And that time I nearly came, although I was doing what I know works for me at the time. (As a matter of interest, I haven't had a mutual orgasm since DM - although I must remember to do a whole post about orgasms and women in general at some point), and I didn't leave feel dissatisfied and grumpy about the lack of cumming anyway. It's rare for me to cum the first time I sleep with someone.
Since then, I saw him on Sunday night (15 Oct), although only for a couple of hours, and only slight snogging occurred. He is coming over this Friday, and then I have no kids on Saturday so am seeing him then also (and planning to spend the whole night together - I had to come home the night we shagged).
So, to recap my areas of concern, and to look at the positives...
1. He hasn't turned into a puppy (yet), in fact he has been quite cool with me in some respects. This is a good thing in some ways, and we haven't been texting constantly or anything, just the occasional text to say hi or make arrangements to meet, and I'm cool with that but slightly concerned that I'm cool with that. Most of our meetings have been at my instigation, (and I have wanted to see him), but he is always positive to the invites and hasn't turned me down yet, although he's had unavailable times due to kids.
2. I did want to sleep with him, and have wanted physical contact with him since (although slightly less than before), but I'm not consumed by lust all the time.
3. I'm still not sure we're sexually compatible, but it's hard to tell so early on. I do believe that usually you can tell pretty much the first time you sleep with someone (even if it's not great), but with him and his recent sexual history it may be that there is stuff that needs to be tapped into and that may take time. I don't mind that, it has happened before, but it does need to be there in the first place.
It may seem that I am too focused on the physical stuff. Maybe I am! But that's because I really believe that sex is the glue that keeps a relationship together, otherwise you might as well just be friends. And also it's a part of me, and a part of a relationship that's important to me, although I accept not the be all and end all. Non-physically, he makes me laugh, he has a very dry sense of humour, which is slightly different from my very sarcastic sense of humour but makes me smile. He is also intelligent (but not bookish) and knowledgeable about all sorts of strange things, which makes him interesting company. I know he is a decent and honest man, with a good set of morals and integrity and they are all qualities I admire.
I have a good time when I'm with him, he makes me smile when I think about him, and I have found myself wanting to see him, although I am not consumed with thoughts of him 24hrs a day. If the sex had been magnificent then that may be slightly different! But at the moment, I am trying not to over analyse everything, but just taking it as it comes, and I figure as long as we are enjoying seeing each other and are honest with each other then that is all good. If it feels good then keep doing it, and at the moment it feels pretty good.
Before I start, I realise that it's probably difficult to appreciate how I can be going on (and on and on and on!) about DM and yet forging ahead with a relationship with CM. So, I have mentioned this before but will try and explain this further.
1. DM is my one true love (I truly believe that).
2. If DM was here, CM (or any other man in the world) would not be an issue.
3. DM is not here, and is not likely to be here in the near future, if ever!
4. DM has a girlfriend, a long-term live-in girlfriend.
5. I like CM, and genuinely enjoy spending time with him.
6. CM is here, and makes me feel good about myself.
7. I am trying to move forward.
8. CM is not DM and never will be.
9. I don't know if 8 will ever stop mattering.
If that doesn't make it as clear as anything possibly can be when it concerns love, rejection, lust, etc etc etc, then tough, I can't think of another way to say it. In my head they are two seperate things, in my life they are two seperate things, neither one diminishes the way I feel about the other (although they are very different feelings). Am I settling? I don't know. Am I using CM? I don't think so. Am I betraying DM? Logically no, emotionally, maybe? Am I going to worry about it? No.
So, while all the emotional DM upheaval has been going on in the last week or so, the CM situation has also been going on in "real life".
A quick recap... have known CM for about 8yrs, went out very briefly with his cousin (KD) at about this time, and more recently have slept with their mutual friend M a couple of times which wasn't really going anywhere anyway (mutually). I bumped into CM about four weeks ago (Sat 23rd Sept) and after suddenly realising I fancied the pants off him we decided to go on a date, which I was really really looking forward to. We went out about 3 weeks ago (Thurs 28 Sept) and had a lovely time, with some snogging, but I was a little undecided afterwards, my main concerns being...
1. I was worried he was keener on me than I was on him, and would turn into a puppy.
2. I wasn't sure if I really fancy him
3. I wasn't sure if we're sexually compatible.
I didn't see him for another week, and was quite pleased not to be seeing him, and then he came round (Fri 6 Oct). After a lovely evening, my hormones kicked in good and proper and we ended up lusting on the sofa for several hours, although no further than snogging really. He came round on the Sunday (8 Oct), and we passed a pleasant few hours, but after all the passion of Friday, there was nothing. Not even a snog!! So I kind of text implying we perhaps needed to move this relationship on again, and arranged to go out on the Thursday. Due to work commitments, this got changed and I actually saw him on the Tues (10 Oct).
After an evening of chitter chatter, we finally got round to some serious action, and eventually moved into the bedroom area! And it was okay. Not DM-stomach-churning-fucking-wonderfully-compatible-oh-my- god-we-rock kind of sex, but okay for a first attempt. He hasn't had any physical contact for about 18 months before this, and for the year or so before that I think any sexual advances from him to his wife were probably shunned in the most part. And that was kind of apparent. I don't mean in lack of finesse (though there is maybe some work to do there!), but more an insecurity thing I think. And I know I can probably come across as quite intimidating and demanding, though I don't think I am, but I accept I'm not some timid wall flower in that department so he could construe that as pressure. It also felt weird physically, because I usually go for quite slim men, and CM is quite big built, in a broad and solid way, and that may be why I felt like we didn't fit exactly right.
On the positive side, we got the first shag out of the way, and then managed to have a reasonably relaxed naked chat about how things went (perhaps more me chatting than him!), which is always a positive sign. I kind of expected that to be it but then quite unexpectedly, and in reasonable time we ended up shagging again :-) Always a bonus! And that time I nearly came, although I was doing what I know works for me at the time. (As a matter of interest, I haven't had a mutual orgasm since DM - although I must remember to do a whole post about orgasms and women in general at some point), and I didn't leave feel dissatisfied and grumpy about the lack of cumming anyway. It's rare for me to cum the first time I sleep with someone.
Since then, I saw him on Sunday night (15 Oct), although only for a couple of hours, and only slight snogging occurred. He is coming over this Friday, and then I have no kids on Saturday so am seeing him then also (and planning to spend the whole night together - I had to come home the night we shagged).
So, to recap my areas of concern, and to look at the positives...
1. He hasn't turned into a puppy (yet), in fact he has been quite cool with me in some respects. This is a good thing in some ways, and we haven't been texting constantly or anything, just the occasional text to say hi or make arrangements to meet, and I'm cool with that but slightly concerned that I'm cool with that. Most of our meetings have been at my instigation, (and I have wanted to see him), but he is always positive to the invites and hasn't turned me down yet, although he's had unavailable times due to kids.
2. I did want to sleep with him, and have wanted physical contact with him since (although slightly less than before), but I'm not consumed by lust all the time.
3. I'm still not sure we're sexually compatible, but it's hard to tell so early on. I do believe that usually you can tell pretty much the first time you sleep with someone (even if it's not great), but with him and his recent sexual history it may be that there is stuff that needs to be tapped into and that may take time. I don't mind that, it has happened before, but it does need to be there in the first place.
It may seem that I am too focused on the physical stuff. Maybe I am! But that's because I really believe that sex is the glue that keeps a relationship together, otherwise you might as well just be friends. And also it's a part of me, and a part of a relationship that's important to me, although I accept not the be all and end all. Non-physically, he makes me laugh, he has a very dry sense of humour, which is slightly different from my very sarcastic sense of humour but makes me smile. He is also intelligent (but not bookish) and knowledgeable about all sorts of strange things, which makes him interesting company. I know he is a decent and honest man, with a good set of morals and integrity and they are all qualities I admire.
I have a good time when I'm with him, he makes me smile when I think about him, and I have found myself wanting to see him, although I am not consumed with thoughts of him 24hrs a day. If the sex had been magnificent then that may be slightly different! But at the moment, I am trying not to over analyse everything, but just taking it as it comes, and I figure as long as we are enjoying seeing each other and are honest with each other then that is all good. If it feels good then keep doing it, and at the moment it feels pretty good.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
First night sex
First night sex is a funny old experience isn't it? And certainly never like the movies or porn films I've ever seen!! In those, clothes miraculously fall off, limbs miraculously entwine, and both parties end up achieving orgasmic ecstacy at exactly the same time!! Yeah right!
I've had a couple of absolutely banging first nights/one night stands, completely rocking. (X is a result of one of those. Was so bloody fantastic the first time I went back for a second a couple of months later - which was not only disappointing in comparison but also resulted in further single motherdom for me!). And I consider myself lucky to be able to smile and remember those few occasions.
Sometimes you just "fit" with somebody, you have a natural mutual style. DM was one of those. We just fitted. Mentally and physically I think. From the first night (not the first time but the very closely following second one at least) I knew we would rock in the bedroom department. I knew we were compatible. And compatability is a massively important factor in a relationship I would argue. But the fact of the matter is, in my experience at least, that is the exception rather than the rule.
On most occasions, there is much fumbling of clothes, bumping of noses, leaning on hair, twisting of arms in most uncomfortable positions, laying awkward on legs - usually resulting in said arms or legs either losing all feeling - and general uncomfortableness. And that's just getting it in!!! There then follows the treacherous path of attempting to bump each other's bits at a mutually enjoyable speed, in a mutually enjoyable position, hard enough but not too hard, gentle enough but not too gentle, and for long enough for all parties to be satisfied without one thinking "is that it", or the other thinking "jeez, can I stop now"!
This is all completely natural. You don't know each other. Every single person is different. Sure there are some pretty simple givens maybe (not many men I know would say no to a cock in the mouth!!), but there are so many variables to those givens. hard, fast, slow, gentle, deep, shallow, and so on and so forth. And during first night sex you don't know each other. You can't be expected to know each other. And even assuming you have discussed at some length each other's likes and dislikes, bottom line, when it comes to the first time, you're working in the dark!!
But you know what? Despite all this, despite the awkwardness and the shyness and the uncomfortableness, and the sheer bloody hard work of it all, there really is nothing like it. There will only ever be one first time. Savour it well!
PS. OG got laid last night... Can you tell? ;-)
I've had a couple of absolutely banging first nights/one night stands, completely rocking. (X is a result of one of those. Was so bloody fantastic the first time I went back for a second a couple of months later - which was not only disappointing in comparison but also resulted in further single motherdom for me!). And I consider myself lucky to be able to smile and remember those few occasions.
Sometimes you just "fit" with somebody, you have a natural mutual style. DM was one of those. We just fitted. Mentally and physically I think. From the first night (not the first time but the very closely following second one at least) I knew we would rock in the bedroom department. I knew we were compatible. And compatability is a massively important factor in a relationship I would argue. But the fact of the matter is, in my experience at least, that is the exception rather than the rule.
On most occasions, there is much fumbling of clothes, bumping of noses, leaning on hair, twisting of arms in most uncomfortable positions, laying awkward on legs - usually resulting in said arms or legs either losing all feeling - and general uncomfortableness. And that's just getting it in!!! There then follows the treacherous path of attempting to bump each other's bits at a mutually enjoyable speed, in a mutually enjoyable position, hard enough but not too hard, gentle enough but not too gentle, and for long enough for all parties to be satisfied without one thinking "is that it", or the other thinking "jeez, can I stop now"!
This is all completely natural. You don't know each other. Every single person is different. Sure there are some pretty simple givens maybe (not many men I know would say no to a cock in the mouth!!), but there are so many variables to those givens. hard, fast, slow, gentle, deep, shallow, and so on and so forth. And during first night sex you don't know each other. You can't be expected to know each other. And even assuming you have discussed at some length each other's likes and dislikes, bottom line, when it comes to the first time, you're working in the dark!!
But you know what? Despite all this, despite the awkwardness and the shyness and the uncomfortableness, and the sheer bloody hard work of it all, there really is nothing like it. There will only ever be one first time. Savour it well!
PS. OG got laid last night... Can you tell? ;-)
Monday, September 18, 2006
Weekend - part 2 - The M situation (Friday)
Hey all, apologies for not updating more last night, but I was busy doing the rambling, wailing and generally chitter chattering in real life and by the time I had finished that I was too tired to update here. But no fear, I am back!!
So, Friday night, after the flirty texting from M the night before, I got a text from him about 7.30pm to ask if I knew what time I would be round after Robbie as he had to be up at 3.30am for work!! After several texts he suggested and I agreed that he would go to bed early and leave the door open and I would just let myself in when I got back. This I did. I have to say here that that was actually really freaky!!!
I got round there about 12.30pm to find him fast asleep in the bed, all snuggled and warm, etc. Now, I had only been round there once, and only shagged him once, and that was a month ago!! So, I stood there not knowing quite what to do with myself! Should I strip off, clamber into bed with him and start kissing, fondling, etc? But what if he woke up all of a start and freaked out???!!! Should I stay clothed and gently try to wake him first? But what if he thought that was weird as I was round on a booty call???!!! Should I just go home and call it a night? But what if this was my chance for some really good shagging???!!! Then I realised I had been stood pondering the question for the last five minutes, and if he woke up now I would look like a real bunny boiler stood by the side of the bed watching him!!!!! Jeez, the complications!!
In the end I decided to do half measures, in that I took off my jeans and jumper but kept my underwear and vest top on, and got on top of the bed. I then woke him by speaking to him. It took him a few minutes to come round, bless him, (he had only been in bed for two hours!) and I decided I had made the right decision!
So, we are chatting about Robbie (the God), and the concert, and general shit, and I'm thinking... here we go again, all talk and no action! But then we managed to get it on :-) And whilst it was a little faster than I would have anticipated!!! (And he was mortified by that, which was a shame as it really doesn't bother me unless they can't recover sufficiently to go again, but his embarrassment kind of put the end to it, and the prospect of only 2 more hours til work waking time didnt help!!) The sex itself was fantastic actually! Despite the fact he is not over endowed, the actual feel of him sliding into me was extremely filling, and something I have been having naughty thoughts about ever since!! Damn those naughty thoughts!!
So, we both went to sleep, to be woken by the alarm and dragged out of bed at 4am! And I left feeling we were progressing with the situation, and it would just need some work to get there. And I'm willing to put the effort in to get some long term shagging rewards!! And I dont care what anybody says, its very rare that the first few times you shag you have a fantastic time, it takes time to get to know what buttons to push, etc. So, I was looking forward to trying to pick up the pace a little (to avoid that infrequent sex = too quick cumming problem), and to hopefully see him Saturday night and pick up where we left off...!!
Before we get to Saturday night, which after the good time Friday night turned out to be a major disappointment and a head fuck for twatty me!, a bit of background is probably in order... It may get a little complicated but will hopefully make sense!! And bear with me, I do have a point....!!
I have known M from drinking in the local pub for about ten years probably. You know how it is, you know a friend of a friend and so on and so on, and we have been chatty when we bump into each other etc but he would never have been what I called a friend (up until recently when he gave me his number, we went out for a drink and have now shagged!!).
In actual fact it is his friend KD that I know better, and about 8 years ago he and I started to spend much more time together. He would come round in the evening and we would talk and laugh, etc. After a couple of weeks of seeing him nearly every night, and me quite fancying the pants off him by now (exasperated by the fact he wasn't making any moves!!) the inevitable happened and we ended up sleeping together. BIG MISTAKE!! Now without wanting to appear shallow, it just didn't happen for me! And although up until this point I had been thinking we maybe had a potential relationship future after that night there was no way I could go there again. Now, to clarify it wasn't that he was completely awful (he had a very small willy but he was very into me, and the sex, and very keen to please in other ways etc), it was just that it wasn't right with me and him, on my part anyway!!
Now, I'm ashamed to say I didn't handle the situation very well, and instead of confronting it and speaking openly and honestly to KD about it I just chose the cowardly way and to ignore it. So I went down the route of just not being available for a while, and then when I saw him keeping it very friendly and not sexual, etc etc. To this day this is not something I am proud of, and as I still consider him to be amate of mine and genuinely like him very much, I still feel quite bad about the fact that he had to deal with knowing I was well into him, slept with him once and stopped being into him.
This situation isn't helped by the fact that I know he still has a soft spot for me, and whenever I see him about he is always really really complimentary about how I look, and says he wishes he saw more of me, etc etc. In fact this makes it a whole lot worse! Ok, so the point of this information is that he is M's best mate!! M knows how KD feels about me, he knows how I feel about KD. It's beginning to get a little complicated.
Next...! (God this all sounds so fucking bad when I type it out, and it so isnt really!) KD has a cousin, CM. Who I have also known for a long time and who I have a lot, lot, lot of respect for! He is genuinely a great bloke! For a long time he was married, then he split up with his wife, then went back to her to try again, had another baby, and has now recently split up with her again. For good (I hope, as she's a nasty piece of work!). Now although CM has never made a move on me, or voiced anything, I know he has always had a soft spot for me too. You just know these things.
There was a time many years ago (during his first split) that I considered taking this further, and there were a couple of occasions where I gave him a lift home or some such and it seemed a possibility, but I always backed out of pushing it and he never made the move. If I'm honest I suppose in the back of my mind I have always thought 'maybe one day when I'm older and done playing the field...'. And I've never been sure if I am attracted to him in that carnal way.
Keeping up?? So, to refresh... we have KD, my mate and also the one night shag from 8yrs ago that I treated badly but still has a soft spot for me. We have CM (KD's cousin), my mate who I hugely like and respect but nothing has ever happened with, who has a soft spot for me and is newly single, and finally we have M, the newly acquired fuck buddy! All of whom (excepting M in the last month) I only see if I bump into them around town, which is probably every couple of months. These 3 are tight, as friends to each other. Really good long term friends to each other. So, there's your background! Are you beginning to see any potential issues here...?
To get to present day, M expressed concerns right at the outset about hurting KD by sleeping with me, but we talked about it and decided that as we weren't going to go anywhere (other than bed!), and as it was a long time ago and I have no interest in KD in that way, we would just not tell him. I have no desire for him to be hurt or for their friendship to wobble, and I thought it was over a long time ago and while he may still have a soft spot that was all it was so it couldn't be that big a deal.
However, it seems that after the initial night M and I shagged, KD gave him a real grilling about whether anything had happened with us, which M of course denied, but KD had again been telling M how much he liked me and how hereally missed seeing me, etc etc. On top of this, M tells me on Friday that he had told CM about us, which really really bothered me for some reason. This bothering me has been part of my head fuck this weekend, which I will get on to later. So, with all of this background information, on to Saturday night....
So, Friday night, after the flirty texting from M the night before, I got a text from him about 7.30pm to ask if I knew what time I would be round after Robbie as he had to be up at 3.30am for work!! After several texts he suggested and I agreed that he would go to bed early and leave the door open and I would just let myself in when I got back. This I did. I have to say here that that was actually really freaky!!!
I got round there about 12.30pm to find him fast asleep in the bed, all snuggled and warm, etc. Now, I had only been round there once, and only shagged him once, and that was a month ago!! So, I stood there not knowing quite what to do with myself! Should I strip off, clamber into bed with him and start kissing, fondling, etc? But what if he woke up all of a start and freaked out???!!! Should I stay clothed and gently try to wake him first? But what if he thought that was weird as I was round on a booty call???!!! Should I just go home and call it a night? But what if this was my chance for some really good shagging???!!! Then I realised I had been stood pondering the question for the last five minutes, and if he woke up now I would look like a real bunny boiler stood by the side of the bed watching him!!!!! Jeez, the complications!!
In the end I decided to do half measures, in that I took off my jeans and jumper but kept my underwear and vest top on, and got on top of the bed. I then woke him by speaking to him. It took him a few minutes to come round, bless him, (he had only been in bed for two hours!) and I decided I had made the right decision!
So, we are chatting about Robbie (the God), and the concert, and general shit, and I'm thinking... here we go again, all talk and no action! But then we managed to get it on :-) And whilst it was a little faster than I would have anticipated!!! (And he was mortified by that, which was a shame as it really doesn't bother me unless they can't recover sufficiently to go again, but his embarrassment kind of put the end to it, and the prospect of only 2 more hours til work waking time didnt help!!) The sex itself was fantastic actually! Despite the fact he is not over endowed, the actual feel of him sliding into me was extremely filling, and something I have been having naughty thoughts about ever since!! Damn those naughty thoughts!!
So, we both went to sleep, to be woken by the alarm and dragged out of bed at 4am! And I left feeling we were progressing with the situation, and it would just need some work to get there. And I'm willing to put the effort in to get some long term shagging rewards!! And I dont care what anybody says, its very rare that the first few times you shag you have a fantastic time, it takes time to get to know what buttons to push, etc. So, I was looking forward to trying to pick up the pace a little (to avoid that infrequent sex = too quick cumming problem), and to hopefully see him Saturday night and pick up where we left off...!!
Before we get to Saturday night, which after the good time Friday night turned out to be a major disappointment and a head fuck for twatty me!, a bit of background is probably in order... It may get a little complicated but will hopefully make sense!! And bear with me, I do have a point....!!
I have known M from drinking in the local pub for about ten years probably. You know how it is, you know a friend of a friend and so on and so on, and we have been chatty when we bump into each other etc but he would never have been what I called a friend (up until recently when he gave me his number, we went out for a drink and have now shagged!!).
In actual fact it is his friend KD that I know better, and about 8 years ago he and I started to spend much more time together. He would come round in the evening and we would talk and laugh, etc. After a couple of weeks of seeing him nearly every night, and me quite fancying the pants off him by now (exasperated by the fact he wasn't making any moves!!) the inevitable happened and we ended up sleeping together. BIG MISTAKE!! Now without wanting to appear shallow, it just didn't happen for me! And although up until this point I had been thinking we maybe had a potential relationship future after that night there was no way I could go there again. Now, to clarify it wasn't that he was completely awful (he had a very small willy but he was very into me, and the sex, and very keen to please in other ways etc), it was just that it wasn't right with me and him, on my part anyway!!
Now, I'm ashamed to say I didn't handle the situation very well, and instead of confronting it and speaking openly and honestly to KD about it I just chose the cowardly way and to ignore it. So I went down the route of just not being available for a while, and then when I saw him keeping it very friendly and not sexual, etc etc. To this day this is not something I am proud of, and as I still consider him to be amate of mine and genuinely like him very much, I still feel quite bad about the fact that he had to deal with knowing I was well into him, slept with him once and stopped being into him.
This situation isn't helped by the fact that I know he still has a soft spot for me, and whenever I see him about he is always really really complimentary about how I look, and says he wishes he saw more of me, etc etc. In fact this makes it a whole lot worse! Ok, so the point of this information is that he is M's best mate!! M knows how KD feels about me, he knows how I feel about KD. It's beginning to get a little complicated.
Next...! (God this all sounds so fucking bad when I type it out, and it so isnt really!) KD has a cousin, CM. Who I have also known for a long time and who I have a lot, lot, lot of respect for! He is genuinely a great bloke! For a long time he was married, then he split up with his wife, then went back to her to try again, had another baby, and has now recently split up with her again. For good (I hope, as she's a nasty piece of work!). Now although CM has never made a move on me, or voiced anything, I know he has always had a soft spot for me too. You just know these things.
There was a time many years ago (during his first split) that I considered taking this further, and there were a couple of occasions where I gave him a lift home or some such and it seemed a possibility, but I always backed out of pushing it and he never made the move. If I'm honest I suppose in the back of my mind I have always thought 'maybe one day when I'm older and done playing the field...'. And I've never been sure if I am attracted to him in that carnal way.
Keeping up?? So, to refresh... we have KD, my mate and also the one night shag from 8yrs ago that I treated badly but still has a soft spot for me. We have CM (KD's cousin), my mate who I hugely like and respect but nothing has ever happened with, who has a soft spot for me and is newly single, and finally we have M, the newly acquired fuck buddy! All of whom (excepting M in the last month) I only see if I bump into them around town, which is probably every couple of months. These 3 are tight, as friends to each other. Really good long term friends to each other. So, there's your background! Are you beginning to see any potential issues here...?
To get to present day, M expressed concerns right at the outset about hurting KD by sleeping with me, but we talked about it and decided that as we weren't going to go anywhere (other than bed!), and as it was a long time ago and I have no interest in KD in that way, we would just not tell him. I have no desire for him to be hurt or for their friendship to wobble, and I thought it was over a long time ago and while he may still have a soft spot that was all it was so it couldn't be that big a deal.
However, it seems that after the initial night M and I shagged, KD gave him a real grilling about whether anything had happened with us, which M of course denied, but KD had again been telling M how much he liked me and how hereally missed seeing me, etc etc. On top of this, M tells me on Friday that he had told CM about us, which really really bothered me for some reason. This bothering me has been part of my head fuck this weekend, which I will get on to later. So, with all of this background information, on to Saturday night....
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