Over the last few days I’ve been busy. With life (been given 60 notice on my place so gotta move), with work (several project on the go) and dating.
I haven’t seen any action since Mr Clingfilm (who incidentally is available again and I nearly had to chop off my own finger to resist mailing him) but I have had a few first meetings.
First there was a naughty school boy, not the one from this entry, but another. This one liked to read passages from books at me down the phone and then be punished for errors in pronunciation. He would then spank himself. We had a date for lunch on Friday. He called me at about 10 to say he couldn’t make it. I was understanding and told him to drop me line later. I haven’t heard from him since. I think the reality and fantasy came a bit close and he got scared. Shame he had a cute bum.
Friday evening turned into date night after a brief conversation on Messenger with the IT Geek. We met for a drink in a suburb midway between us and chatted all night. It was lovely. At no point did I have the desire to push up against a wall and shag him senseless, but I found him very attractive and I think we could have a lot of fun together. It’s highly likely he’ll be at Hellfire on Friday.
Saturday I was house hunting in my best walking shoes (croc thongs) and scruffy jeans and shirt. It was trashing down with rain, I was wet and cold. I got a call for The Builder. Could we catch up for the first date that we’d been trying to have for weeks, and did I mind that he just come from work? Who was I to judge I didn’t even have make-up on. I found a seat at in inside café (I was bloody freezing) and waited. He arrived and he was filthy but he had just come from work. We chatted, drank tea and I nearly missed my next house viewing. It was lovely plus it was a good job I had to be somewhere or I think I would have taken him home for a little afternoon delight.
Meanwhile…since Tuesday last week I’ve been sending humiliation text messages to my online slut. Telling him to perform tasks and sending my photographic proof. I now have some of the most pornographic images I have ever seen in my yahoo inbox and if I need a giggle I just open one of his emails or send him a text. God love him, he loves being verbally abused.
So, I’ve been having fun but no games…watch this space.
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4 comments:
Both Lucky and unlucky. It's a bummer about the move, nothing worse than those endless open homes.
So many choice morsels to play with I do hope you are taking your vitamins. So it isn't necessary to be well dressed on a date, filthy and wet, absolutely scrumptious!!!
I'm taking my vitamins and sleeping well.
The Builder actually commented on how lovely my toes looked in my daggy shoes, he didn't care that I was soggy and I didn't care that look like he'd been dragged through a hedge backwards. He was hunky. It may have been different if I'd spent hours getting ready and had uncomfortable shoes on, but I doubt it ;)
You say, "... I now have some of the most pornographic images I have ever seen in my yahoo inbox and if I need a giggle I just open one of his emails or send him a text...."
I wonder which one of you is getting the most out of this relationship?
Susan�s pet�this is why guys shouldn�t think too much.
I get just as much if not more for this warped little thing you call a relationship. I get to expand my repertoire in a safe environment (my lounge�moving to his eventually I�m sure), I get to practice my verbal abuse skills (which I have to admit haven�t really had that much use, til now), I now have a free collection of porn, and believe it or not it actually turns me on thinking about his reactions.
So I think we get about the same out of this, it�s just differently focused.
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