Oh dear… once galss of weein. No… One glass of wine. Yes, that's all it takes these days. I feel that middle-age is just around the corner… But in a nice, kind of 'OK I don't have to provde myself to anyone anymore' way. :-) I was not, this evening, getting smashed with my mates.
I caught the train home from work (after a lovely upbeat day and having walked to the station from my place of work), went for a sun bed, walked along the river to my gym and met a trainer for my first of many personal training sessions at the gym.
Some might say this is a rather sad way to spend a Friday night. I beg to differ. I left home when I was fifteen and I would hate to think how many nights' sleep I have missed out on over the years. Hundreds. I have partied hard for a long, long time. And, boy, do I have some stories to tell but they're not for here, not for right now.
Shane picked me up after the gym and we grabbed a swiftie together. No, nothing sexual I'm afraid to say but just a quick drink and a catch up before returning home and jumping into the shower together. Yeh, I know it's not very exciting but I didn't sleep well last night and it was nice to just stand in the shower with the hot water raining down on us. Aaaaah. ;-)
Adieu until the next time. Off to quaff my soya milk and honey! (I can assure you I won't be so good the night of our party in October…).
You may think this blog has nothing to do with sex, but you're wrong. Looking amazing and feeling confident about yourself is the biggest turn-on ever. So read on!
At last: a reason to brave the cinema-going hordes! I love, love, love the amazing Meryl Streep she cracked me up playing opposite Goldie Horn and Bruce Willis in Death Becomes Her – and now she's back with another must-see flick, The Devil Wears Prada.
Streep plays Miranda Priestly, the terrifying Editor of fashion bible Runway, and has the power to destroy the career and reputation of a fashion designer with just one stroke of her poisonous pen. When she recruits fashion graduate Andy (played by the beautiful Anne Hathaway) to assist her on the magazine, Priestly delights in setting the frumpy grad impossible tasks. One of which being to get her hands on the unpublished manuscript of a new Harry Potter book.
Nothing to report, peeps. Just work and swimming today. Roll on the weekend. Thank Crunchie it's Friday tomorrow!
Oh, one good thing: I was told today that my copywriting was was good (by my boss)! Woohoooo!
Promise the weekend will be more interesting.
I had an exhausting day and was very tired and grumpy by the time I got home. Definitely not a recipe for a hot steamy session.
Jason got home about 8pm and we decided to go to bed…. to play a game on the laptop. We need to have an early night anyway - we have a lot of socialising to do this weekend - a leaving 'do', 2 birthdays and a club to go to, so when I get up tomorrow morning I will be awake till Saturday afternoon.
Hi there people. Sorry to be really boring as we don't seem to get up to much during the week. It's always a mad rush to get home from work, eat and just do all the various things we have to do. I'm holding a 'How many coffee beans in the jar?' competition to raise money for Macmillan Cancer when their mobile centre comes to our workplace next week. So… I was counting the beans tonight. Once… twice… three times… I am so crap at these things!
I'm ashamed to say that I'm sitting here partially dressed, typing on my laptop and Shane is twiddling some knobs. On the stereo. And OK… yes, I love looking at him, but I'm too tired to entertain more energetic thoughts I am afraid to say. Shame on me. ;-) Well the weekends make up for it. ;-)
Promise will taste soon. M.
I managed to sneak a pair of my knickers into Jason's work bag today, so he would find them at work….
So, on to the evening's events. Jason was doing the dishes, naked except for his Marigold's. He turned round to speak to me - I was sitting down - so his Salty Sailor was just at head height. I started to kiss it and Jason suggested we go through to the bedroom. We tried out the vibrating cock ring we were given at the start of this experiment. Some buzzing, a bit of squelching, followed by 2 happy faces, but no tasting. I tried to retrieve some from my sticky insides but to no avail.
Where the latest tasting took place. Minus balloons, of course.
I'm sitting drinking coffee out of a mug with a picture of my naked torso on it. The photo was taken by Jason on our first date, so we can all work out that it went well. I got him the mug as a present. We also had stickers made of the photo, so a lot of people have seen my breasts one way or another. Well I've got to make the most of them while they're still above my waist. Anyway, on to the day's events…
Early in the morning, Jason and I got a bit frisky, one thing led to another and hey presto we had another tasting! I'm not sure if it's the pills making a difference, but I reckon the taste was different. Not yet apple-flavoured but not as strong as usual - it didn't really taste of very much. (He hadn't had anything strong flavoured to eat either - baked potato, rice, sweetcorn, yoghurt.) Maybe I just sucked all the flavour out of him last time. Our friends seem very interested in whether Jason is going to taste his man-goo when it gets appley. I wonder how many guys would taste their own apple sauce…
Anyway that was the highlight of the day, we were both very tired in the evening, so off to bed for some…. sleeeeep.
First off, this isn't something I have actually done myself. Having said that, I'll be giving it a shot pretty damn soon!
No, making a sexy tape and playing it for a lover was something a friend of mine did for her second wedding anniversary recently. Hot stuff, huh? I personally think that beats any Swiss Army Knife or personalized silver tankard present, or whatever the hell you're supposed to buy your hubbie/wife according to those ancient wedding anniversary rules.
Apparently, my friend had been watching a porn film with her husband a few weeks before their pending anniversary and one of the scenes inspired her to make a little home recording of her own. It wasn't to shoot her own mini porno, but to record her voice on tape for her husband to play back before their steamy night of, er, re-consecrating their wedding vows…
The main thing you need to remember when making an erotic tape recording is to keep it sexy and let yourself flow. Curt, stifled sexual commands or confessions will sound rigid and anything but erotic, so have a glass of wine and relax before you commit your sexy thoughts to tape. And don't forget that, like most home recordings – be it cassette tape, CD or video – they will be lying around for a long time, so be sure you can trust your partner not to whip it out at his next lads' night in.
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)