being in love really sucks
Hold on to your dinners as I veer crazily away from Sex Addiction to an experiment in Lurve Addiction.
In the words of the great Meryn Cadell :
being in love really sucks
being in love really sucks
a kiss and a hug and a couple of fucks
being in love sucks
I must be in love but I'm not keen on it. Five minutes away from D and I start to pine. When I see him I put my hand on his cheek and I can't help it. We do rubbish things together like take our dogs for a walk and have cups of tea and endlessly discuss the things we did when we were children. I injured him quite badly the night before last by trying to flip him playfully off the sofa and accidentally kicking him. But he didn't moan as he limped off. We fantasise about where we will live and he said when we are rich we will go and live all over the place in various beach side residences and more much more, he said we will have to hire a teacher for the children to come with us. We were out in the woods today when his useless alcoholic brother phoned and D said he would take the brother's dog to the vet and Bro should always ask when he has a problem. I said "I love it when you are kind" and D said "I learned it from you".
I never ever could keep my hands off D, not since the first time I met him in a night club in 1994. He was swaying drunk and panting and sweating from dancing like an animal. He stared at me, shocked almost. I could see at once that he wasn't my type: too short, too wiry, too ignorant, too difficult, too common, too shy. He was like a wild man that had been raised by wolves. He just did that face that Gary Glitter used to do and I fancied him anyway.
Ha! He just sent me a text saying he is too knackered to come over, and though I am too knackered for him to come over, I have now become affronted and decided to snottily not reply and I question whether this is "real" love or just a hangover from the great 24 hours of sex we just had. As I was saying, this whole love thing is just shitty and horrible with both parties liable to huff at any given moment.
Ha! Need proof? He just texted again saying how come I'm not talking and he'll come if I really want.
So about the sex... D went to the doctors and found he had ........ T H R U S H!!! Never has a small plump brown bird caused so much bother.
He went and got his Canesten and the lights changed from "Don't Shag" to "Shag". This was kind of shy-making after our abstinence of over a week so we took the dogs for a walk. This is not a euphemism though it would make a good one. We took too long on our walk as we had to lie in a sun-drenched field for ages and mess about and talk shite, like the teenagers we were about a hundred years ago. He drove me in the Smelly Beemer (his shagged out BMW) to the school gates, and told me he wanted to buy me something but he didn't know what so here's a hundred pounds. So there's me at the school gates getting out a drug dealer's style car grinning at a dodgy bloke in mirror shades, clutching the £100 he just gave me. Questions will be asked over whether I'm a suitable treasurer for PTA.
We had sex till 3am that night, jolly nice too but I better skim over it or I'll never finish.
The next morning (yesterday) I got up at 7:30 and took the kids to school in a Zombie style. I was worn out but strangely still horny and texted him to ask if wanted to come over and play phone engineer and bored housewife. Then I went down to the charity shops to see if I could spend a hundred pounds. I bought a black jacket that fit like it was made for me (£4.50) and some of those stupid shoes that keep falling off (mules I think they're called) with high heels. I was chuffed with that. When I got back to the house he phoned to say he'd be round in half an hour so I had a bath, used my new clothes to knock together a porno office girl look, and took the unusual steps of putting on make-up and trying to make by hair look attended to. I was really excited but timed it just right.
When I opened the door, he grinned and said "phone engineer"
"Oh! You'd better come straight up to the bedroom and check my sockets"
We went upstairs.
"What can I do for you today miss?"
I bent over an imaginary phone socket.
"I don't know, it just looks a bit funny to me"
He puts his hands on my arse.
"Looks just fine to me, but I'll get my big drill and give it the once-over"
We couldn't think of any more good dialogue after that but I don't think it mattered.
I lay on the bed and looked horny.
"You look horny. I like the Miss Whiplash Make-Up"
He lay on top of me "Blue/Grey eyeliner" he murmured. I was suprised by his technical accuracy, perhaps there is a hitherto undetected tranny side to D.
"Tie me to the bed, phone man"
He cursed the fact that he hadn't brought his cable straps, but made do with my stockings (black 20 denier holdups for any trannies/women out there). When he had my wrists tied far apart to the end of my big bed he shoved my skirt up round my waist and pulled my knickers off.
That's not as far as we went, but that's as far as I go tonight.
God it was good and we went on for hours, just stopping for the occasional roll-up. Phew. Maybe I'll get him over here after all. At the very least I'll text and congratulate him.
But as for you guys - night night xx
In the words of the great Meryn Cadell :
being in love really sucks
being in love really sucks
a kiss and a hug and a couple of fucks
being in love sucks
I must be in love but I'm not keen on it. Five minutes away from D and I start to pine. When I see him I put my hand on his cheek and I can't help it. We do rubbish things together like take our dogs for a walk and have cups of tea and endlessly discuss the things we did when we were children. I injured him quite badly the night before last by trying to flip him playfully off the sofa and accidentally kicking him. But he didn't moan as he limped off. We fantasise about where we will live and he said when we are rich we will go and live all over the place in various beach side residences and more much more, he said we will have to hire a teacher for the children to come with us. We were out in the woods today when his useless alcoholic brother phoned and D said he would take the brother's dog to the vet and Bro should always ask when he has a problem. I said "I love it when you are kind" and D said "I learned it from you".
I never ever could keep my hands off D, not since the first time I met him in a night club in 1994. He was swaying drunk and panting and sweating from dancing like an animal. He stared at me, shocked almost. I could see at once that he wasn't my type: too short, too wiry, too ignorant, too difficult, too common, too shy. He was like a wild man that had been raised by wolves. He just did that face that Gary Glitter used to do and I fancied him anyway.
Ha! He just sent me a text saying he is too knackered to come over, and though I am too knackered for him to come over, I have now become affronted and decided to snottily not reply and I question whether this is "real" love or just a hangover from the great 24 hours of sex we just had. As I was saying, this whole love thing is just shitty and horrible with both parties liable to huff at any given moment.
Ha! Need proof? He just texted again saying how come I'm not talking and he'll come if I really want.
So about the sex... D went to the doctors and found he had ........ T H R U S H!!! Never has a small plump brown bird caused so much bother.
He went and got his Canesten and the lights changed from "Don't Shag" to "Shag". This was kind of shy-making after our abstinence of over a week so we took the dogs for a walk. This is not a euphemism though it would make a good one. We took too long on our walk as we had to lie in a sun-drenched field for ages and mess about and talk shite, like the teenagers we were about a hundred years ago. He drove me in the Smelly Beemer (his shagged out BMW) to the school gates, and told me he wanted to buy me something but he didn't know what so here's a hundred pounds. So there's me at the school gates getting out a drug dealer's style car grinning at a dodgy bloke in mirror shades, clutching the £100 he just gave me. Questions will be asked over whether I'm a suitable treasurer for PTA.
We had sex till 3am that night, jolly nice too but I better skim over it or I'll never finish.
The next morning (yesterday) I got up at 7:30 and took the kids to school in a Zombie style. I was worn out but strangely still horny and texted him to ask if wanted to come over and play phone engineer and bored housewife. Then I went down to the charity shops to see if I could spend a hundred pounds. I bought a black jacket that fit like it was made for me (£4.50) and some of those stupid shoes that keep falling off (mules I think they're called) with high heels. I was chuffed with that. When I got back to the house he phoned to say he'd be round in half an hour so I had a bath, used my new clothes to knock together a porno office girl look, and took the unusual steps of putting on make-up and trying to make by hair look attended to. I was really excited but timed it just right.
When I opened the door, he grinned and said "phone engineer"
"Oh! You'd better come straight up to the bedroom and check my sockets"
We went upstairs.
"What can I do for you today miss?"
I bent over an imaginary phone socket.
"I don't know, it just looks a bit funny to me"
He puts his hands on my arse.
"Looks just fine to me, but I'll get my big drill and give it the once-over"
We couldn't think of any more good dialogue after that but I don't think it mattered.
I lay on the bed and looked horny.
"You look horny. I like the Miss Whiplash Make-Up"
He lay on top of me "Blue/Grey eyeliner" he murmured. I was suprised by his technical accuracy, perhaps there is a hitherto undetected tranny side to D.
"Tie me to the bed, phone man"
He cursed the fact that he hadn't brought his cable straps, but made do with my stockings (black 20 denier holdups for any trannies/women out there). When he had my wrists tied far apart to the end of my big bed he shoved my skirt up round my waist and pulled my knickers off.
That's not as far as we went, but that's as far as I go tonight.
God it was good and we went on for hours, just stopping for the occasional roll-up. Phew. Maybe I'll get him over here after all. At the very least I'll text and congratulate him.
But as for you guys - night night xx
