Busy week

I haven’t written for a few days because there has been absolutely nothing to write about. I’ve been busy, but nothing special has happened. After the dinner with KS and Mr. A, Mr. A and I sent a lot of dirty texts to each other. I have to see that guy again soon. I’m going mad! Tuesday I went to my Christian bible study group for the first time which was nice, so I’m definitely going back there next week. Yesterday, KS came with me to the restaurant because he wants a job there as well. He did fine, but I managed to get the wrong starter for a girl who couldn’t eat shellfish and managed to get gravy in another girls hair when her boyfriend didn’t take the plate I offered him. None of them were my fault really, but still embarrassing. Today, I went with TG to the chemist to get her morning after pill. She’s started dating this French guy who works at the restaurant too. He’s really sweet. A little quiet though. Later today, HMF came over for dinner and KS and I made her jerk chicken with rice and peas and plantin.

Ok, this is probably the most boring post I’ve written in a while. Got my article done today. It’s a 570 word piece for a magazine called Disability now where I write about how disabled people find work in Norway. I’ll get £125 for it. I was also asked today to do some voice over work. How cool’s that!

Which of them?

So, I have a boyfriend and a lover. I said in my last post how I never thought this would happen to me, but now it has. So I might as well write down some pros and cons, just for my own sake really.

Pros,
KS: I love him! Love love love love him despite what I have done!
He’s sweet and loves me genuinely! Good humour, fun to talk to, open minded. Entertaining,
A good listener, a good cook, a wicked kisser and good lover, knows how to tease me, lovely lips, sexy body, lovely hair, beautiful smile, and beautiful face and like the same things as me, i.e. music, reading travelling etc. Treats me like a queen and would do everything for me.

Mr A.
Intellectual, deep, funny, lovely smile, really cares about me, a wicked wicked lover, knows how to satisfy me, treats me like a queen, has good eye sight, and has a car, mature, sophisticated.

Cons:
KS: Younger than me, slightly immature, sometimes naive and need to let other people speak their minds sometimes.

Mr A.
He meditates sometimes, can sometimes be a little too deep; don’t know how much he actually wants me.
Can anyone understand how I can love one guy and yet want another one so much? Aren’t you supposed to want no one else when you love someone and are attached to them? Would be good to hear some thoughts on this. I know though that I am making no rushed decision. I’ll think carefully and make sure nobody gets hurt although I’ve hurt myself a little bit already. I know though to be careful!

Help!

Haven’t been able to post for a while. The reason being that I haven’t been in London. And not only that, there has been so much happening in my little life that haven’t yet sunk in, so maybe writing it all down will make sense of it.

I’ll begin by explaining the naughty little girl posts. KS must never, never, read this blog. I really do love him and the last thing I want to do is to break his heart. He means a lot to me! As you’ve maybe or maybe not guessed, the man featuring in the Naughty little girl posts, is my second admirer, the one who gave me the Thornton chocolate. Two weeks ago, we had the stormiest and sexy affair you can imagine. It’s almost like one of these things you read about in books and you can’t imagining happen to yourself. We couldn’t stay away from each other, even if we tried. When we were together, we had to have each other. We could make love for hours and talk while we did it. Our mental connection was so great that we could talk about the bible, philosophy and lots more without getting tired. Now and then though, we would interrupt each other, hungry for each others love. I’ve never been made love to like that before. It was beyond amazing. And when we weren’t together, always a little sneaky text or phone call asking when we could meet again. And simultaneously with this affair, I found out a few shocking things about my friend, or shall I say ex friend at this point? C. The guy who works in the restaurant where I and TG work.

When you meet C, or Twin A as I’ll call him from now on, he comes across as a sweet, slightly shy guy who is not quite sure of himself. He claims to be 23. However, this is what I’ve found out about him.

1. He’s 40
2. Him and twin B who also work at the restaurant are most probably gay lovers. Not that I really care, but in the context of it all, it makes it more disgusting than it normally would have if two men were lovers.
3. Twin a and twin B, (we call them that because they’re always together) are into raping women and talk about it loudly on the tube.
4. Twin A is a perve. He has felt both me and TG up in the restaurant while we were working.
5. Twin A has shouted out to his twin that I only do black cocks. (They’re both black)
6. Twin A has a lot of children and animal porn on his computer. He also enjoys bi-sexual porn movies.
7. Twin A and B do not like me and TG wearing heels at work. If they wanted to rape us, our heels would make a lot of noise, and they would be discovered.
8. Twin A pretends to be almost blind, but can see really well and has managed to get himself a guide dog who he misses treats badly.
9. Twin B has taught twin A how to hack into computers, something he does rather a lot. Not to me, but to other people.
10. He deals with witchcraft. Now, most of you might kiss your teeth and think, “What the f….?” but in the UK there is actually a law that says if you suspect somebody you know do deal with witchcraft, you can report them to the police. I think that may have been the result of the Victoria Climbie case in 2005. Victoria Climbie was an African girl who was abused until she died because her aunt and her aunt’s boyfriends believed she had the devil in her. The reason I say the thing about witchcraft is that everyone, that is K, TG and I, as far as I know of, have had funny scars and cuts coming up on our arms and hands when we didn’t want what he wanted. In these cases, sexual intercourse of some kind.

Then I got ready to go up to Taunton where KS’s mum, step dad and brother and sister lives. The brother and sister are twins and very sweet, but very rood. They’re 14, or will be four days after me and they took to me very well. J, his god brother came up as well with his two sisters who are 11 and 9. I had mixed feelings about seeing KS again after the affair I’d had while he was away, and I had a terrible conscious as well. It was strange at first, but soon it got better and we got back into our good old love routine. We had a very busy time there. I spent a lot of times with the three girls, who, after having been very shy around me almost had a fight about who should guide me and they were very patient in describing to me when we watched DVDs which we did a lot. We also went to see his Nan, who lived in a little town an hour away. It was really beautiful. Like these little English holiday towns which seem like paradise on earth in summer. We walked on the beach. I not being prepared had high heels on and they sank into the sand in a very funny way.

Back in London, I was going straight to work. I was sorry to leave Taunton as we’d had a nice time there and the air and water was so fresh and clean, but I was also looking forward to se K and TG and Mr A again.

I ended up not working though. After the staff meeting I sacrificed a trip home to put my suitcase away for, I got such a bad headache I started crying on TG’s shoulder. It ended up with me being sick twice and advised to go home. Clever minds work quickly don’t they? I was sick one more time on the way home, but the taxi driver was cool and stopped the car so could get out. I spent that evening in bed eating dry crackers. KS was in Brixton at J’s, so Mr A came to see me and gave me a good seeing too.

I really hate myself for doing this. I mean, cheaters are, I don’t know, just not like me! I think London life is doing this to me. A year ago if somebody would have told me that I’d be smoking weed, which I haven’t done for a months and have no plans to do again, and cheating on my boyfriend, I would have told them to go to therapy. Perhaps even phoned up the psychiatrist myself and recommended them as patients. Anyway, I’m feeling drawn between two men, both wanting to give me a good lie and children. I don’t know what to do!

On a good note, Si has pleaded guilty to the thefts from me. Not the thefts from KS, not yet anyway. And if you think I’ve sounded mad in this post, you’re most probably right. I’m so messed up and confused at the moment. But I’m happy though despite everything. Made a meal today for Mr A and KS. Saltfish, acky and fried plantin with rice. They both liked it. MR A’s Jamaican, so whoever of them I’ll end up with, I’ll become a good Caribbean house wife!

Naughty little girl part 3 (Wifey material)

It was only a few days since we’d last seen each other. All contact between us from the last time and till now, were short sweet text messages and the occasional phone call. Even the time without each others physical presence had been so short, we were aching for each other. The atmosphere was different to what it had been previously. We both knew it had to be the last time we could see each other like this, at least for a while. We both felt emotional about it. We’d spoken about it the last time we met. A night we had taken time to get to know each others minds as well as body. We discussed philosophy, religion and even specific things in the bible between passionate lovemaking. The plan today was just to chill out. Spend a little bit of time together before we were gonna cut it off for a while.

The last week had marked me in ways I didn’t think possible and I felt emotional to the point where I just wanted to bury my head into his chest and cry. I did the first thing, but tried hard to fight back the tears wanting to escape from my eyes. “I want you,” I said. “It’s the last chance we’ll have in a while, please please!” I was begging for him. I wanted, no, needed to feel his fingers and tongue exploring my naked body. Needed to feel his passion inside me. Needed it, needed it!
“No hunny,” he replied his fingers running through my hair. “I want it as much as you do, if not more, but it shouldn’t happen. You don’t need me edged in your memory more than I already am.” “Please,” I said searching for his lips with mine. He sighed, pulled me closer and responded to my kiss. At first it was an unsure one, then it turned passionate and our tongues ere intertwined. “You’re irresistible,” he said, pulling me on top of him on the couch. “And, I need you too. You don’t know how much babes. You really don’t know.”
With my free hand, I pulled up his t-shirt, so his stomach and chest were exposed. My lips, tongue and teeth took time to properly explore and taste him all the way down to his belt. He urged me to open his jeans, his hands in my hair. I did and he helped me pull them down as well as his boxers. I began to stroke his cock, taking my time to remember the details of its shape and size before putting it in my mouth. I made him go crazy from the way I licked his entire cock, my tongue making a spiralling motion, and from the way I massaged his balls while taking the head in and out between my lips. “Go over to the bed babes,” he said getting up
I dropped my trousers and knickers on the floor while I walked over to the bed. We positioned ourselves so we were doing the 69. His tongue teasing my clit while his fingers rubbed my g-spot. Me sucking him hard, only stopping to circulate his cock with my mouth. “I have to get inside you babes,” he said after a while. “I’m sorry I can’t do this any longer, I need to feel your sweetness.” He lay down on top of me rubbing the tip of his cock against my pussy, wet from him his mouth. Then entering me.

The love making was slow and tender tonight, unlike the other times which had been wild and crazy. “You’d be a good mother,” he said while my legs were wrapped around his shoulder and his cock was concentrating on my g-spot. “Girl, I want to give you a good home and a baby. You’re a fucking beautiful girl you know.”

He came quicker than he used to, clinging to me and calling me a good girl. Afterwards we just lay holding each other. Talking about nothing and everything. Dreading to say Goodbye, knowing that when that had been said, we wouldn’t know when we would have the opportunity to see each other again.

2You’re proper wifey material babes,” he said. “You’ve got good brains, a damn good education, a sexy body, a pussy most guys would kill for if they ever had the chance to try it out and a lovely personality.” “And babes, it won’t be the last time we’re together like this. When you can, when you are alone, when you take no risk by doing it, call me or text me; say that you need to see me. For sex, for a meal, for anything, it can be four in the morning, just let me know and I’ll be there for you. And have a feeling that one day you might be mine.” We spoke a little more before I fell asleep. I thought I was dreaming of having his body next to mine and was almost surprised to discover that it was real when I woke me up and told me it was time I left, before anyone could spot that I was in his flat from the nearby windows. I fell asleep again with his head on my shoulder, him holding me tight. Woke up again and he said I needed to leave. “I don’t want to be harsh on you,” he said. “It’s just best you leave now. Let’s be smart about this thing we have and it will work out in the best for everyone however things go. And remember babes, I’m there for you. I’m just a phone call or a text away.”

And with that, he gave me a lingering kiss, opened the door, and gave me a quick kiss and a hug before I ran down the stairs hearing his door being closed behind me.

Danger over, at least temperarily

As I mentioned yesterday, I got the gift set from KS for Valentine. I will get more gifts when I go to see him in Somerset on Monday. I also got a box of Thornton’s chocolate from my admirer, or Mr A as I’ll call him. The best gift I got though was a phone call from DC who said Si had been arrested around 3 pm that day and was in Custody. Not only that, but they said they’d keep him over night. I was working, and funnily enough, it was a sex free night in the restaurant, so I couldn’t answer the phone. I spoke to him again today though, and because Si doesn’t have anywhere registered to live, because he’s been charged with three thefts against me and KS and because he already had a few warnings and three previous convictions, they’re keeping him there longer. He is, as a matter of fact going to court tomorrow! I just hope his little friends won’t follow me or KS, take over what Si was doing.

Apart from that, I had a quiet day. Got up around 10.30 due to a late night the night before, had a long shower and had K come around to watch Shrek with me. When she left, I looked through some of the jobs I want to apply for in Norway. I’ve decided to go for the eight weeks one in the first place. That compromises things a little as it doesn’t mean I am making a permanent move just yet. I also watched Dirty dancing, only for the second time.

Going out for an Italian meal in an hour, so need to get changed and put some make-up on!

Happy Valentine

It’s that day again. The day where you know whether someone cares about you or not. I hate Valentine’s day in so many ways really. Its commercial crap and the shops are selling ridicules gifts and have there’s plenty of advertising on the TV and radio about how to surprise your one true love.

Ok, I don’t just hate it. Not this year at least when I have a boyfriend and an admirer who is very much in love with me. I wonder if he’ll give me anything today. KS has already given me a gift set with shower gel and body butter which smells wicked. I bought a His and Hers thing of DG light blue perfume, a nice mug which says “To my soul mate” and a little bit more that I can’t remember right now plus a little bag of champagne truffle hearts. I know he’s bought me some more stuff. Unfortunately he’s in Somerset now and I won’t see him before Monday which is when J and I and J’s two sisters are going up there for a few days. I really miss him today though and would have loved to go out for a meal with him. It’s the first Valentine I have a relationship. Ok, I had one last year, but it was kind of over by Valentine. The bloody guy was with me for 9 months, but only wanted to be for about 3 of them. He just couldn’t be bothered to tell me. Nice isn’t it? The Valentine before, I went for a date with a Canadian guy, not the sexy M, who plainly was very interested in me. He himself was a bore and kept talking about abused guide dogs and how much he hated his council flat during the entire dinner. Him having brilliant eye sight like yours truly, could not see me poring more wine into my glass more often than I should have, but hey, it was a Chianti and I love Chianti and I was bored and felt uncomfortable.. He didn’t drink because he was on antidepressants plus some other kind of medication, but he didn’t have the balls to tell me that there and then, which explains why he barely touched his wine. It was an awkward night, but at least I got a free three course meal and taxi home.

What about you guys? Tell me about some of your Valentine’s experiences? Have you ever been dumped by your boyfriend on Valentine, his mum doing it for him? Have you fled from a boring date? Give me your funny stories. And sweet once too. Did you ever meet your first true love on Valentine’s day or made him/her see that you were the one and only worth loving?

So, since I’m not dating tonight, I’m gonna watch all the couples that do. I’m gonna work. And since the restaurant I work at is all about dining in the dark, I have been told by the other waiters that there will be couples attempting to have a wee quick nookie under the table. Not quite sure how to handle that, but it will be exciting! Working there though is great fun. I’ve already been hit on by some business men and an Australian girl. My colleagues are mostly nice, except some of them, or shall I say one, is not really a good teacher. He’s worked in catering all his life, and knows everything about serving so when he was training with me, he didn’t let me do anything which is why I went of and joined my friend C who I already know who let me serve a whole table.

Anyway, enjoy your Valentine, and for those of you who don’t have a date, a movie and some self-loving can be great as well! Maybe cook something nice for yourself, light some candles and put on a romantic CD. Maybe open that bottle of expensive wine you’ve had in the back corner of your cupboard for ages! Treat yourselves and love yourselves!

Valentine hugs to everyone from Angel xxxx

Naughty little girl part 2 (Black magic)

I don’t know what his cock had done to me. All I knew was that my pussy was pining for it as soon as he’d left, so even though I was exhausted from sex, I took out my g twist and lube and had a wicked wank while reminiscing about what had just happened. I once read this book by Laurel Kay Hamilton, the first one in the series about the fairy princess Merry, who’s running a detective agency. As part of her job, she has to go spy on this guy who has loads of mistresses I can’t remember why exactly, but I think it was to confirm for the wife and mistress that she’d already met about his methods for getting them. Ok, I’m talking crap, but its four years since I read the book. Anyway, Merry has no intention whatsoever of sleeping with him, only he rubs her body in with an oil which is some kind of aphrodisiac. Anyone who gets a little touch on his/her body get desperate for sex. This is how I felt. As if he’d had some of that sex oil onto his cock so that I just couldn’t get enough of him and that I’d just keep on pining until he’d come back and fuck me again. Because this hadn’t been lovemaking although he kept saying how he loved making love to me. This had been pure, hard, noisy hot FUCKING!!

He came back. There was no time to talk. We wanted each other too much. All day I had been aching to feel him inside me. He undressed me quickly. I undressed him. His naked body pressed mine into the mattress. He wasn’t hard yet, but I knew it would come. He kissed my face, my chest, down my stomach and then stopped. Further down please, I thought, arching my body upwards so he would get the hint. “It’s your turn now princess,” he said rolling of me. I raised myself up into a kneeling position and placed one leg of either side of his body. I grabbed his cock and started rubbing it against my thigh. It didn’t take long for it to grow rock hard between my fingers and I wanted to put it in as I was feeling hornier that I can remember having done in a long time. “No,” he said. “Kiss me baby.” I kissed his face and followed his instruction on kissing him down his body. I knew what he wanted me to do, but decided to tease him by playing stupid and pretend not to understand where he really wanted my lips. He pushed my head down on his cock, after I’d spent time kissing and kicking his stomach, and inside of his thighs. He loved it. He moaned and pulled my hair, but didn’t let me make him come. “Give me a kiss Princess,” he said and my lips let go of his cock.

He forcefully spread my legs as he flipped me over onto my back. “That’s it girl,” he said. “Lead me in.” I took his cock and was surprised to find I wasn’t as wet as I thought. He took his cock and hit my pussy with it a few times until something like pre come came out of the tip. He entered me roughly fucking me even harder than he had done the night before, making me scream harder. My nails scratching him and my teeth biting into his skin. Him loving it, grunting of pleasure. “Come on my dick, I wanna feel those juices baby,” he said.
It was a repetition of before. Him changing the rotation of his hips, almost going out of me, but instead rubbing his cock in my opening. Going completely in side me, not moving his cock in and out, but moving his body so that he moved inside me. Sitting up, making me wrap my legs around his neck while he held my feet so they were trapped there. Me moving my hips to match his movements to make it all more intense. “That’s my good girl, my princess,” he said every time I came on his dick encouraging him to go harder. “Be gentler,” I had to beg from time to time. He was driving me crazy! Him, every time he came pulling my hair saying “Bad girl, making me come too quickly again.

I’d had more g-spot orgasm that night than ever before, but my clit hadn’t been given much attention. “Finger me,” I said when he had rolled off me, exhausted. “Rub my clit.” He struggled to find it at first and in stead concentrated on the areas around it. Him taking one of my eggs from my toybox. Letting me control the egg, but keeping the remote. “That’s making me jealous,” he said with a laugh. “Jealous, how?” “Because I want you again” he replied. Putting the egg aside, He started fingering me. Finding the right spot this time. He didn’t let me push his hand away after my first orgasm. My body was shaking and I had that burning sensation you sometimes get when your clit is touched like that. After the second and third time though, I forcefully pushed it away and he entered me again.

He came inside me twice, taking long, which I love, but still calling me bad girl, spanking me and said I made him come too quick again.

I fell asleep not long after, exhausted and satisfied, my hips feeling as if I’d done salsa or belly dancing for hours.

Part 3 to come later.

Excitement

So, I’m starting my new job today. It’s a part time job and nothing really to do with journalism, but I don’t care as long as it means little bit of money in my account. I won’t consider myself a greedy person all after money, but let’s face it; money is certainly a motivating factor to do most things. I am starting my job as a waitress today. A waitress! I do like the sound of that. There’s something sexy about waitresses. It’s also something I couldn’t quite see myself doing, so I’m surprised I got it and went for it. All my friends who’ve worked in the restaurant cafe industry though, say it’s really cool and that you meet people from all over the world. Also, the manager is an ex journalist, so you never know what a job like that could lead to! You probably wonder how a blind girl can serve in a busy restaurant. Well, without saying too much about the place itself, I can say that it has been made accessible so that I can carry out my job. I’ll let you know how it goes!

I’m sad to say this, but it looks increasingly like I’ll have to leave England in the summer. I’m not happy about it. Especially now that my London life truly has kicked off and there’s so much action around me. The reason though has purely got to do with work. It looks like I can get some pretty good newspaper or broadcast jobs over there. I have contacts in the media which I don’t have here, who will put in a good word for me to the various bosses who happen to be friends of them. I stand a much better chance. I also think I can build myself a good life in Oslo, just as long as I have my boy with me. I don’t want anything to happen to our relationship just because I can’t stay here. If I go back, my father will buy me a flat in a good central part of Oslo and with regards to KS, I’m sure something can be sorted out for him so that he can live in Norway with me and get something to do. God knows all about me and my life so he will cater for anything that happens to me. I am certain though that if I move to Norway, I probably won’t go to church.

Also, it’s not expensive to go to England, so I can go back and see people, plus who knows, I might just go for a little period.
Dear God, please show me what I am to do soon so that I can be prepared.

Naughty little girl part 1

I was lying on the bed with him on top of me. He kissed my face gently. First the forehead, eye brows, nose and then mouth. His lips were dry and closed. My tongue forced its way between them. He opened his mouth and let our tongues meet for a few seconds. He shifted himself so that he was lying next to me, holding me while starting to unbutton my jeans. “I want to taste that pussy,” he said, his voice full of desire. He made a quick business of pulling first my jeans down, and then my knickers. The lower half of my body was exposed. He took his time, slowly getting back on top of me. I suddenly noticed that he was naked. His skin dark and silky and smelling of his aftershave and that cotton smell clothes tend to leave on the skin. He rolled his head down my chest and stomach, stepping to kiss me every so often. Taking each of my nipples in his mouth, sucking greedily. “You are beautiful. I have fancied you for a long long time, I just never dared to do anything before now,” he said sliding further down my body. His head rested on my hip for a while. The black kinky hair felt rough against my smooth skin. Then, his tongue. “MM,” he moaned into my pussy. “You taste as beautiful as you are baby.”

Feeling that this all was surreal, I didn’t really understand what happened before his tongue was exploring me vigorously. “Kiss me,” he said demandingly coming back up. He hadn’t made me come, but he had made me ache to feel his cock inside me. “Kiss me baby,” he repeated pressing his lips hard against mine while entering me. Having him inside me felt like nothing I had experience before. He knew how to use his cock to hit all my right spots. He moved his hips, changing the way they rotated which also changed the rotation of his cock inside me. He penetrated me harder and deeper than anyone had ever done making me scream with delight even though I was crying at the same time. This shouldn’t happen. I didn’t know what was going on! “Wipe dem tears on me baby. Wipe them tears on me,” he said stroking my face with his hands as his thrusts and my moans increased in strength. “That’s a good girl,” he said. “I want you to come on my dick; I want to feel your juices coming on my dick.”

My juices flowed freely and I must have come about three or four times. I had stopped crying at that point, my body loving loving loving what happened to it.

“Get on your knees for me girl,” he demanded. I liked this too. The way he seemed to be in full control of me and me obeying his every wish. Behind me, he dug his cock deep in me again rotating his hips. He also did something which his cock rub my g-spot. I screamed biting the pillow to soften the sound a little. “That’s my good girl; you like your black men don’t you? You like them experienced ones don’t you?” He spanked me, bit me and pulled my hair. “You do, don’t you?” he repeated. “Talk to me, tell me I am right.” “Yeah, Yeah, I screamed tears running down my face again, but of pleasure this time. I couldn’t hold it any longer, but felt me squirting for; I don’t know which time that night. “That’s it my good girl,” he said. “I love getting your juices on my dick like that.”

He got out of me and turning me onto my back again. “That’s it,” he said starting to fuck me gently and then harder and harder.

I don’t know how long we went on for that night, but I know I felt very knackered the next morning. Part 2 to come.

Men

They are all the same deep down, the male version of our specious that I have this great liking for. I guess men is my weakness in many way, although perhaps not as bad as chocolate. I love men! Love how they, when they want to make love to me are so protective, agressive in many ways. I’m his, right there, right now. It’s as if he owns me. Even if he lets me have the control sometimes. I’m his, his and only his in the time where it happens. Then, after the orgasm, they ly there, on top of me, underneeth me, panting, whispering my name over and over. Calling me sweet names like baby, princess, hunney. So vulnerable, not knowing how vulnerable they are. Making a man cry after an orgasm is so easy. It’s just a special way of touching them, it’s been the same with all my men. I love the way they hold on to me, not wanting me to leave their side. Wanting to cling to me. I love how they try to appear protective in their vulnarability. Love the way they are and although unconsciously allow themselves to be like that.

Men, they’re all the same really, whether they’re English, Jamaicans, rich poor, black or white. I love men, but they can be a right pain too.