Day: Tuesday 19/9/06
Location: In bed
Circumstances: Slow tease before going to sleep
How did he taste? Neutral
Sperm Test Rating: 5 (1=normal, 100=Golden Delicious Apple)
No tasting today peeps. Work then gym then dinner and then... Blog! I need more hours in the day...
Oh yeah, and Monday's are never good for me.... ;-)
Today we had something special planned and we have been very naughty. I sneaked into Jason's work,went into the women's toilets with him and unzipped the Salty Sailor. He was already standing to attention. It had to be a quickie under the circumstances, so no teasing - straight into my mouth.
Unfortunately I didn't get much of a chance to taste it because most of it bypassed my tastebuds completely and was down my throat before I knew it. A couple of drops fell onto my trousers - I kept thinking everyone would see it on my way home and know what a hussy I'd been.
I'm back in the UK, I'm knackered, I'm sunburnt, I'm hungover and I've blown my holiday spending budget. To top it all off, I'm feeling regretful, embarrassed and as though I want to dig a big hole and bury myself in it.
My date with Sasha and her husband was the biggest mistake I have ever made in my life. And I've made plenty of mistakes in my short time on this earth...
Dressed in my cute printed dress from Mango and a pair of Aldo platforms, I thought it if I walked the 10-minutes to the nearby hotel where Sasha's husband had booked a room, it would help calm my nerves and head-off my overwhelming sense of anticipation. First mistake of the night: throbbing feet and painful blisters does not make one feel sexy.
A very lazy day. Sundays are not really 'us' time as Jason has other commitments and we're always tired from our socialising. So by the time we get to bed, all we both want to do is sleep. I can almost see the disappointment on your faces, but it won't last long - we have something special planned for tomorrow!
I felt pretty rough, so the last thing on my mind for most of the day was sex. However by bedtime things were back to normal. Jason gave me a long back massage, we chatted for a bit, mostly about sex, our likes and dislikes and things to try for the future, and then we got down to business. Jason wanted to please me, so there was no tasting, but I wasn't complaining.
Um… Actually, this is a poem I wrote about Shane...
I don’t sleep well at night, my love,
They say that’s symptomatic of
A guilty mind and restless soul
But I cherish daytime’s wee hours for
The time spent stroking languid limbs,
Admiring curves of muscles and
Kissing soft and milky skin,
Inhaling musky smells of man.
So whilst you’re sleeping, I’m awake
And though I’ve, yes, a troubled mind,
I’m glad for sleeplessness when this
Is time I have you at my side.
This is something I also posted on a website called www.deviantart.com - Shane’s idea. I haven’t logged on to it for ages so I have no idea if anyone has looked at my stuff. I think there must be so much poetry out there you must have to write totally off the wall and brilliant stuff to get noticed – perhaps similar to the world of art...?
Oh my head.....
We went out, got quite smashed and came home. It was still quite early so we invited friends round. I had one too many, had to go for a lie down and missed the rest of the frivolities.
In the wee small hours, I was woken with a kiss from my knight in naked armour, his pink Excaliber at the ready and we indulged in some genital jousting. And boy did he Camelot! No tasting today.