Well, I couldn't sleep this morning and so I decided to wake Shane up by burrowing down under the sheets and taking his limp cock in my mouth. It didn't stay its tender state for long. It neverd does, which is something that always turns me on even more. We ended up having sex in the shower as we decided that we did have to start getting ready for work afterall but that maybe we could compromise by combining two activities: making love and showering. Oh and of course it is much more eco-friendly to share a shower with a friend… ;-)
Shane came in my mouth as I knelt in front of him to finish him off and I'm sorry to say that there was absolutely no hint of the taste of apple. :-(
Despite the wonderful start to the day, the rest of it was pretty normal. Nice. But normal. :-)
Jason had a severe case of morning glory that looked like it needed attending to, so I woke him up with a blow-job. A slightly more leisurely affair than the previous one. If it was an ice-cream cone, I would have been nibbling the chopped nuts, licking the drips and rubbing my tongue over the frozen strawberry sauce, rather than shoving it all in my mouth at once. It didn't seem very appley - I hope we're not diluting it by making Jason come too often.
We got up, had a lazy day and then went to bed, where Jason sent the Salty Sailor in to explore my mirky depths….
On Sunday we went to a really GREAT restaurant in West Ealing with my mum. It's called the Kiwi Kitchen and serves awesome food! I'm really sorry to do this bit of advertising for them but, honest to God, I don't know the people that run the place and I won't get anything out of doing this but for their wonderful food and excellent service (and not to mention a yummy merlot) - and all at a decent price - they really deserve it! I am quite fussy when I go out to eat but this was all scrumptious home cooked food. And the lamb was to die for!
That aside…. Well, for the person who has complained that I'm boring… Sod ya. If there's one thing I'm not, it's that. Maybe you need to get a life if you can't find anything better to do with your life than attempting to insult strangers on line. Mind you, I suppose it takes all sorts…. *sigh*
I couldn't sleep last night. So when Shane and I started kissing at bedtime, and when I felt his cock getting hard (something which I find hard to ignore) I found that even though my body was tired, it responded (as it always does) to Shane prodding his way into me. It was so nice to be close to one another, to feel skin upon skin whilst our hot mouths searched out deeper kisses… at the same time as other things were getting deeper. Well, although we had great fun, Shane's spunk (I tasted some afterspill) didn't taste of anything more than his lovely normal self….
Well, I'm afraid to say that apple-flavoured spunk seems to have elluded us somewhat. We had sex last night and this morning and, apart from the fact that I almost passed out this morning from the intensity of the feelings, really there was no taste of apple in Shane's spunk at all.
We didn't manage a tasting on Friday as we went out for a few drinks and then on Saturday I went with Shane to his place of work which is always nice. The area around where he works is very interesting. We went for lunch at a Japanese restaurant (a real treat) which was just awesome.
The chefs come and cook in front of you and watching Japanese chefs is always impressive - although unfortunately we didn't have the best person and our chef wasn't even Japanese! The couple next to us (you all sit at the same table in front of a large hot plate) had been there a number of times and mentioned that the chef had incorrectly carried out a number of actions (certain manuevres designed to provide entertainment). As we watched the young lady serving the table next to us, we understand just how incredible it should have been. The lady in question was Japanese and accompanied all her moves with a musical score of sounds executed with the implements she was using. It looked and sounded very cool.
Oh my God! I have just seen the time! I have to go and get dressed! It's Sunday morning. We're going to see my mu shortly and we're taking her out for lunch at a place where they have live jazz playing on a Sunday…
Oh, hair dying went well… Slightly lighter, more auburn hair now… Must dash!
Day: Saturday 7/10/06
Location: In bed
Circumstances: A quickie to help him get to sleep
How did he taste? Neutral
Sperm Test Rating: 6 (1=normal, 100=Golden Delicious Apple)
Lots of time and energy for sex today. We woke up about lunchtime, the Salty Sailor woke up shortly afterwards and we had sex. We met up with some friends in the evening and went to a Ron Mueck art exhibition, then home, an early night and a quick Hornblower. His salty water just tasted as normal, but there seemed to be less of it, maybe because it was Jason's third orgasm of the day. I must admit I'm beginning to wonder if the pills will have any effect.
Uneventful day at work, then off to the pub for 9pm. We got fairly drunk and then headed back to the flat with some friends. They left about 5am and we settled down in bed to watch some porn on the laptop. Mostly blow-job porn. I was amazed at the different techniques. Nothing like the gentle approach that Jason prefers. We got quite frisky and ended up having sex, but no tasting - probably just as well after all the alcohol consumed. I don't think I like alcohol-flavoured spunk!
Back to work, still feeling rough, but I needed to get out of the flat due to cabin fever. There's only so much surfing of the internet a girl can do…. or is there? Nothing to report really. We were busy in the evening. No tasting, no sex and no naughtiness today. A sad day indeed!
Still off sick from work folks, but feeling better. I've had a few messages from people wondering if the sperm-testing and sore throat are linked. I hope not because whenever I feel unwell Dr Jason usually prescribes his own warm, milky bed-time drink. Anyway, Jason got home about 5.30 and after we'd caught up with our emails, we gave each other that knowing look and hopped into bed for a mid-evening quickie. Nothing left over for a tasting, though.