Monday, October 23

Ever needed a P but had to hold back?

I need a P cos he's fucking fabulous! He knew I was busy seeing a play on Saturday afternoon and being designated driver for six other women that night so we exchanged a few text messages while I was in the foyer and the pub, mostly at my instigation cos he was being careful to be ok and understanding about my social life, love him.

I texted him with a light hearted 'Wakey, wakey - it's Sunday!' message this morning
. He came back with 'I was up with the lark! Ok, it was the lark that didn't turn up till ten...' I had no kids in the house so hadn't woken till gone 11, not that I told him that.

I pulled into Sainsburys car park at 12.50 and my mobile buzzes with his ringtone. I don't rush to answer cos I think it's yet another message from T-mobile HQ saying he's sent me a mms that they won't allow me to download. Bastards. Why they won't just give me my pictures on my pink v3 I don't know.

Anyway, it wasn't a pic from midweek reminder, it was him saying 'Where are you, hun? It's fucking pissing down! Wanna pick me up on the way through, babe?'

By voice.

God I love his voice! It's not a traditional manly thing, it's a real, honest tone - very metrosexual, actually.

I'll complete this at some point but, for now, I met him at 1pm and had to tear my lips from his at 5.45, having had a text from the ex-husband saying that he and the children were outside my house slightly earlier than usual but none of the kids had their keys on them. Bastards!

P and I originally planned to meet again on Wednesday night.

Fuck that!

I've decided I'm gonna bunk off late lesson karate with A tomorrow (previous to meeting P I was gonna do this anyway cos I'm proper pissed with A recently - which I'll explain later) to go to P's place for another fantastic snog so it's officially the third date on wednesday. Which means I can boot his cat out of the bed and put myself in it in such a way that retains my 'Yeah, I really love sex but ain't desperate so I follow the modern girls rules for propriety' image. Knowing what he told me today, plus the fact that he's a Capricorn, I reckon I'm onto a right winner here.

Is it Wednesday yet? I so want to rip the shirt off him and sit on his cock! If it hadn't been raining and I hadn't been wearing a pink suede jacket I just know he'd have pushed me back against my car and really let me know how he felt rather than grinding his hard-on against me in such a way that let me know he wanted me but respected that the weather was getting in our way slightly.

I'll have a P please, Bob. Naked and horny, if possible.




3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hi!

Thanks for your comment on my blog.

Good luck for Wednesday! Do you have your 'outfit' sorted? Lol.

Hx

Anonymous said...

So you don't do 'naked in the rain' sex then? You should try it! I just loved the way you described what you want to do to him, your obvious passion and desire comes across even in those few words. Good luck I hope it works out as you would hope

Angela-la-la said...

Naked in the rain sex sounds good, just not at 6pm in a pub car park... I'm not called fussy bitch for nothing, babe!