I was talking to the not-boyfriend on SMS this morning about him coming over and polishing me while wearing latex and he said ‘can I come and rub you down next week?’
I replied with auto fill switched on and had to scroll through;
PVC
Rta (ironically I’ve worked for them)
Pub
Sub
Pta
Suc
Until I could send, ‘you can rub me anytime:-)’
Wednesday, September 17
Sunday, September 14
Doppelganger
I went on a blind date while in the UK. I met him online, and we chatted freely. We talked on the phone and really got on. So we arranged to meet in a pub local to me. I texted him asking what drink I should get him if I arrived first. He said ‘Pimms’
‘Are you serious?’ I asked.
‘Oh yes’ he replied.
I let it pass and as it turned out, he got to the pub first. I walked through the garden to where he was sat…a single guy in a pub garden on a Wednesday night kinda stands out as waiting for someone. He was attractive but there was something about him. I couldn’t put my finger on it. It wasn’t that I felt unsafe. It wasn’t that I wasn’t attracted to him, I was.
We chatted about allsorts of thing and then he started talking about his love of a certain type of car. Then it hit me.
Suddenly I was very aware of what it was about him that felt wrong.
He was the spitting image of my Dad the day he married my mum.
‘Are you serious?’ I asked.
‘Oh yes’ he replied.
I let it pass and as it turned out, he got to the pub first. I walked through the garden to where he was sat…a single guy in a pub garden on a Wednesday night kinda stands out as waiting for someone. He was attractive but there was something about him. I couldn’t put my finger on it. It wasn’t that I felt unsafe. It wasn’t that I wasn’t attracted to him, I was.
We chatted about allsorts of thing and then he started talking about his love of a certain type of car. Then it hit me.
Suddenly I was very aware of what it was about him that felt wrong.
He was the spitting image of my Dad the day he married my mum.
Saturday, September 13
Coffee with a (unknown) Married
Going by the name of amazinggirth he got my attention. We chatted online for a few hours then I wrote, ‘fancy getting a drink?’
We talked about allsorts; kinks, a love of shoes, a distaste for water sports, food, drink and of course the reason for his user id. I never thought to ask the question, Are you married? because my profile clearly says No Married Men please.
So you can imagine my surprise and level of pis*edofness when we met for a drink at a local pub and he started telling how it was lovely to met someone who got him, unlike him wife.
I was polite, he was attractive, but the whole time I was thinking about the only personal rule I have that I actually stick too. No Marrieds.
An hour passed, we said goodbyes in the car park, he tried to kiss me on the lips, I turned to present my cheek. As I said, ‘It was a pleasure to meet you, but it be won’t happening again because I don't play with married men.’
He got aggressive and spat, ‘I knew I shouldn’t have mentioned my wife. We would have been fu*king by now if I hadn’t’. Then he stalked to his car and I thanked my lucky stars for an escape.
We talked about allsorts; kinks, a love of shoes, a distaste for water sports, food, drink and of course the reason for his user id. I never thought to ask the question, Are you married? because my profile clearly says No Married Men please.
So you can imagine my surprise and level of pis*edofness when we met for a drink at a local pub and he started telling how it was lovely to met someone who got him, unlike him wife.
I was polite, he was attractive, but the whole time I was thinking about the only personal rule I have that I actually stick too. No Marrieds.
An hour passed, we said goodbyes in the car park, he tried to kiss me on the lips, I turned to present my cheek. As I said, ‘It was a pleasure to meet you, but it be won’t happening again because I don't play with married men.’
He got aggressive and spat, ‘I knew I shouldn’t have mentioned my wife. We would have been fu*king by now if I hadn’t’. Then he stalked to his car and I thanked my lucky stars for an escape.
Shoe Shopping
I should start at the beginning I suppose. In June I went to the US to visit a friend and a few cities, including his home town Pittsburgh. I had told my friend that the only thing I HAD to do was visit my Mecca.Manolo Blahnik, New York
I was severally hung over but I had to go and buy shoes. I walked into the shop with a security guard and felt sicker. I was standing amongst hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of leather fashioned into some of the finest shoes the world had ever seen.
My mate took a seat and watch me as I walked past lime green crocodile, rosy red courts, yellow peak toes and simple black patent pumps.
I picked up a pair of pumps.
He shook his head and said, ‘If you’re going to spend this much on shoes, you can’t be able to buy them anywhere else.’ Then he pointed to the corner I had missed.
On a pedestal sat a black leather ankle boot. It had a slit down the side and a lace that went all the way around the back. The heel was a good 4 inches tall and zebra print. My jaw dropped.
I tried them on, but due to my delicate state my poor balance stopped me enjoying them too much. I handed over my credit card for those and another pair. I left the store a very happy girl.
I’ll post a picture of them and the other ten pairs of shoes I brought at DSW when they arrive from the UK.
Back
Just a quick note to let you know that I haveso much to tell you about the last few months. I know I've neglected you and I have some great tales to make up for it.
To come are;
The VacBed
The Dominant
The Rubber Taffy and the dead battery
Shoe Shopping
Coffee with a (unknown) Married
Doppleganger
Latex Galour
plus a few more. I just have to write them ;-)
To come are;
The VacBed
The Dominant
The Rubber Taffy and the dead battery
Shoe Shopping
Coffee with a (unknown) Married
Doppleganger
Latex Galour
plus a few more. I just have to write them ;-)
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