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.
Ha ha ho ho hee hee! Must be feeling better. Went to see my mum then to the gym but rushed my workout as kept on thinking about Shane, his gorgeous body and… lots of other things! ;-)
After he had picked me up from town, we just starting kissing passionately, deeply in that way that I love, running our hands over one another’s bodies… I fell to unzipping his trousers and knelt down in front of him so I could lick, stroke and fondle him…
And finally take him into my mouth whilst grasping his firm buttocks in my hand. He’s so big I can’t get all of him in my mouth. No, it’s not my technique - it is his size.
The first time I saw him my jaw dropped open and I think I said something along the lines of, “You’re going to put that inside me??!”. Shane assured me that I would stretch with time and I have done (but I bounce back well!). We still tend to have sex in missionary position though as it’s the most comfortable and… I quite like the feeling of him dominating me!
Also, it allows for the most visual stimuli for us I think. Watching expressions on faces and bodies react… and being able to kiss! I know it sounds boring… But it’s definitely not.
Shane came in my mouth this last time and I’m sorry to say that the sweetness yesterday must have been the copious amounts of fruit he had eaten rather than being a result of the pill-taking.
Oh yeah and we tried the love ring that we were sent as one of the gifts when we agreed to partake in the trial. Let me tell you, I have a number of vibrators and a pocket vibrator kit and all sorts but most of them get left in the drawer unused after an initial period of fascination.
I really just love focussing on Shane’s bits and his gorgeous body! BUT the love ring was quite nice as it wasn’t intrusive. Shane popped it onto his cock and turned it on so that it started vibrating against me every time he pushed all the way inside me. It really was quite nice. Different. Note: will try again.
Well, I have just found out that Shane ate two apples and a banana yesterday plus some stewed apple in the evening and lots of other stuff so perhaps the news I have for you isn’t really as amazing as I thought at the time of the discovery.
Last night, after getting ready for bed and snuggling up, I noticed that Shane was kissing me even more amorously than usual.
I said to him, teasingly, “Are you feeling randy baby?”. He said a little defensively, “Yes, is there anything wrong with that? We haven’t had sex for a while.”
This is, in fact and unfortunately, very true. I was ill for a period of six weeks with problems down there of some unknown origin that only cleared up when the doctor blasted my body with a combination of antibiotics (high dose 2400mg of antibiotics a day). After that it was that time of the month so… We’ve just not been able to express our love for each other with the usual degree of enthusiasm…
So last night, we made love. It was just great. And, at the end, I moved quickly to ensure that Shane came in my mouth. And… his come tasted sweet! He never tastes quite that sweet. I’ll have to check again tonight I guess…
We did make love again this morning (I love waking up next to Shane – every morning is such a delight but I won’t bore you with my nauseatingly sweet sentiments regarding such matters). But he came inside me. A well overdue event in light of the recent weeks of abstinence.
Well, chaps and chappesses. Winter's here. If this is the only time in the next just under a month or so that you hear about me being ill… Count yerselves lucky!
I've stuffed myself silly with food tonight. All good healthy stuff. Enjoyed a couple of glasses of wine and yes, although during the day I was really looking forward to snuggling up with my dearest… Now all I feel like doing is snuggling up with my pillow!
My day was good - started in the new department. I won't rant and rave about it though as who knows how it will pan out. I'm always too enthusiastic abt everything!
Anyone who's listening, write and tell me about your weekend. Me? I'll be resting… M.
10 minutes ago I was sitting at a beachside bar with Sash, listening to her talk about how she has made a big mistake getting married so young and how her and her husband have started bringing other people into their sexual relationship to try and spice things up. Swinging, in other words then.
I've just about digested my Miss Pink cocktail (crushed strawberries, champers and cherry liqueur) and I'm writing this blog in earnest because I have a date to get ready for. You've probably guessed with who the date is. Yep, Sash and her husband. I don't know how we're going to manage it, sloping away from the rest of the group without raising suspicion. And what makes it harder is that most of my old mates on this holiday know about my past fling with Sash.
Sasha's husband has actually booked a room for the three of us in a different hotel complex, which makes it easier on one hand because we'll have some privacy. But like I told you earlier in the week, this is an insanely tight-knit group holiday and everyone is insisting on hanging out together all the time. So Sash and I have come up with a plan where I feign a migraine and opt for a night in bed (well, technically it's true!), while Sash and her hubbie will say they're going for a romantic meal alone time. Hopefully, the rest of the gang won't insist on checking in on me when I'm supposed to be in my room…