Barcelona

After everything that happened on Thursday night, or Friday morning if you like, the last thing I felt like doing was going to Barcelona. Twin A convinced me that it was what I needed though and knowing I couldn’t just change my mind at the last minute; I set out to meet Helene and Robbie whom I was going with. I was half an hour late due to a few things I had to sort out and due to the fact that I almost managed to leave without my passport, but when I finally got there, we went to a lovely Italian restaurant where Robbie used to be the manager, where we ate so much we were full till late lunch next day. After a short, but good night’s sleep at Robbie’s, we jumped in the prepaid cab to the airport. We got there early which was good. I hate rushing and so does Helene. The flight was even ahead of schedule and we arrived in sunny Barcelona half an hour earlier than planned.

Last time I was in the north of Spain where there were little or no tourists, I was 8. I fell in love with it in a way I never did with the more touristy parts of the country. I was reminded why I fell for it so much as we were walking down the street to find a somewhere to have lunch. We didn’t even live in the touristy part of Barcelona, so most of the people we encountered spoke Spanish. I got to practice what little Spanish I know. During the whole trip in fact, I spoke a mix of French, Spanish and English. I even managed to get a little bit of Italian and Norwegian in there as well. There’s something about the atmosphere of Spain. Everyone seems to go about life so happily. Lay back but efficient at the same time. I like the narrow streets and the music coming out from the by passing cars and windows. We found an adorable little place serving mainly fish and seafood where we decided to stop for lunch. We had joined with the Paris team as well now, so we were five. I ordered fish of the day, which was a grilled type of fish, so nicely done it was like it melted n my mouth. The fish was accompanied by perfectly fried potatoes, or fries, and we all shared a big salad as well as bread with garlic and chopped tomato.
After the lunch, the three of us from London went home to have a quick shower before joining the Paris team at Hilton where the important dinner was going to be held. Franck, the French waiter, or dark room manager, as was his title, showed me and Robbie around the dark room. We got assigned a table each, and now we would have to wait for nearly five hours until there was worked to do. Franck was well cool, so I spent lots of time chatting to him, but it was kind of boring not having anything to do.

The staff dinner, our dinner before we were due to start work was beyond fantastic! For starters we had hams and cheeses and for the main course we had black rice with fish. It tasted a little bit like Paella. With the food we had red wine, which surprised me since at the restaurant in London; we’re not really allowed to drink before work. We only had time for a shared fruit plate and some coffee before hurrying into the dark room where the dinner was due to be served. We went over the final details once more and then it was time to take the people in. After having seated them, they first had to listen to an audio report of formula 1 before the dinner was due to start. I can’t go into why this dinner was being held and staff, because some of them might stumble across this blog and I’ve written lots of details already. Anyway, most of them were important PR people and life style journalist from all over Europe as well as the US and Japan. I sat with my customers, which I don’t do when I work in London, talking them through their experience in the dark. One of the Polish journalists was really sweet and kissed my hand every time I walked passed. Franck and I also had fun dancing to the music unseen by everyone. Unlike both the London and Paris dark restaurants where you see your waiter, or guide, before you go in, the people here had not seen us as we’d only met them when they were through the last of the three sets of curtains leading into the room. After dinner therefore, was the first time they got to see us. We conversed with them for a bit before they departed and we did a few necessary things before heading out to discover Barcelona’s night life.

We went from bar to bar, club to club. It was lively everywhere and I didn’t by a single drink because I had three French guys who were more than willing to by me some. We were talking, dancing and suddenly, I’d had enough alcohol. I told them that I needed to go home or I’d lose it completely. I had anyway, but at least I was conscious enough to do it. It was passed four anyway, but I really wish I’d not mixed or I could have stayed out even longer which some of the others did.

When I woke up the next morning, I knew that the person in the bed next to me wasn’t Helene. I figured it must be a man since we were the only women on the trip, but who the hell could it be? And why was he in my room? Had my drink been spiked? Had I done something I couldn’t remember? I knew I’d flirted a little with one of the French technicians, but as far as I was concerned I wasn’t interested in sleeping with anyone beside A. I turned over and waited till it sounded like the man was waking up. “Who is there?” I said. It took a while before his replied. Taking time to wake up. “It’s F.” F is the boss of all the events like that and he’s very cool. “Why are you sleeping here if you don’t mind me asking? What happened?” It was quiet for a bit, and then we both started laughing at the same time. The situation was so strange! “Well, Helene left with the technician,” F said. “I needed somewhere to sleep so she and I had to swap rooms for the night. You were fast asleep when I came in.” So, nothing worse then. Not that he’s ugly. Quite the opposite in fact, but it wouldn’t have made me look very decent if I’d slept with him out of pure drunkenness. His wife called at that exact moment and he explained to her what had happened. She though it was hilarious too. I didn’t have much time to get ready. We were leaving for the airport in 30 minutes, so I got up, had a quick shower and went downstairs where all the others where. F and I kept saying things like “Last night was so wonderful sweetie,” to wind the others up.

The trip back went fine, although I’ve been in better shape. I had a bit of a headache and as I may have mentioned I did spend that evening as a’s place being sick. Anyway, despite a couple of things, the trip was perfect and it was sad to get back to London.
A few other things which have been good lately are that KS and I are friends again. We haven’t spoken at all for a month and it’s good to have him back in my life. He’s heavy on his weed and I doubt whether we’ll get together again at any point, but we’re friends and that’s the good thing. I also understand now one of the reasons A exploded last week. Apparently, he went to the hospital on Monday because he felt itchy and he has this very minor STD which he said I must have given him since he hasn’t been with anyone else. I haven’t been with anyone else either, so I don’t even know if I have something. I’ve booked an appointment to get tested though, but they didn’t have anything free before the 12. Of this month. I’ve received my satnav system, so I’m gonna pull myself together and read the manuals to get started.

Explainations and clarifications

I please read the previous post before this one.

“I don’t want this to end babes.” These were the last words A said to me in the long phone conversation we had just after I finished working for the evening in Barcelona. It had been a long and hard conversation, but nothing was by no means clear yet. I couldn’t be all open and honest in the middle of a crowd at Hilton, but I said I’d come see him the next day when I came back to London. I felt horrible when I came in the door to my flat. I’d had a very good and amusing night the night before, and I was paying for it. I needed a shower, some food and I wanted to finish listening to the audio letter Mad had sent me. The last few words he’d said had given me a positive boost about the coming conversation, but I was feeling nervous as well. At 8.30 half an hour before I’d decided it was time to go see him, he text me asking if he could come down for a short while. Everything was explained. He’d heard things from Twin A suggesting I was flirty and a little bit slutty at work. I don’t know whether Twin A actually said those words, but what I think it was, was that he twisted it in such a way that A would pick up on it that way. He’d also heard from him that I was planning to announce the relationship at my birthday party, something I hadn’t planned at all. That’s why he hadn’t showed up. Because he’d heard these things, he’d said to Twin A about me that I was nothing but sex to him. To be fair, that’s how it started with both of us, but eventually feelings developed. He said he did have feelings for me, which I actually believe. Had it been just sex, he wouldn’t insist on not having sex a couple of the times we met. He also explained that Nadz, a mutual friend of hours had said something on the night when they chilled in her flat to wait to go to TG’s party. She’d told A he was naive. Naturally, A had thought I had made him the laughing stock at work because I slept with Twin A behind his back. However, what he concluded later was that she’d probably meant that Twin A was twisting the truth a little. The two of them are really clothes, and therefore, she knows him really well.

The whole talk really is very confusing to write down in detail, but we both came clean with what had been said and done, came to the conclusion that the underlying issue in our relationship had been that people had always, for some reason interfered. “At this point in time, I think the best thing we can do is to have a clean slate, not a clean break.” he said to me. “Do you hope we can get back together again?” I asked knowing it sounded childish, but I needed and still need reassurance. “Who knows,” he said. “But you want to right?” “Yeah, I hope we can build something up and be happy with no interference.” During the conversation, I had been sick twice from a terrible headache I’d had. I was feeling numb and tired. I leaned my head against his shoulder. “I’m gonna miss making love to you,” I said taking in the smell of him. The smell I like so much. Incense mixed with aftershave and hair products. He leaned his head on top of mine. “Oh no,” he said with a whisper. We put our arms around each other and sat like that for a long time. It felt so good holding each other. “So, why can’t you use me, just use me for sex?” I asked when we broke apart. “No, not now. I could a couple of months ago, but not now.” “And, not that I have the right to control you, but other women?” “I’ll not tell you unless you hear something and ask me. Then I’ll tell the truth,” he said. “But as the real gentleman I am, I’ll walk you home.” In my doorway we hugged again for a long time. “I’m gonna pray that one day…” I said. “Yeah,” He kissed my hand and I kissed his before he left me alone.

I guess being a woman in love; I’m reading so much more into the conversation than it really was. I mean, if I’m trying to be straight and sensible about this whole thing, we’re friends now and because we both have feelings for each other, it might go back one day to the way it was. We have agreed to try spending a lot of time together, do things so we get all nice and relaxed about each other. I just can’t bare the thought of another woman holding him, making love to him and him doing it to someone else! But I don’t own him. I just pray to God: Please God, make this work. Make this work in the foreseeable future! And it is a prayer I will keep repeating until I get an answer and some certainty one way or another. It pains me that I passed on information to twin A that A had told me about him such as the horrible internet porn thing, and I want nothing more than for A to trust me again. I wanna try building the trust up. And what is a slate? What does that mean? Please someone with better knowledge of English tell me what it means. Does is mean no more? So many unanswered questions. With regards to my job, I don’t know, maybe I should quit the restaurant. There has been too much slander going on about me that I feel comfortable working there, but then I don’t know. Twin A, as I said to A last night, I think the smartest thing I can do is to remain friends with him. I’m not gonna be close to him though. Not open up about my personal life. The two boys are no longer friends. The damage has been too big.

I love you A!

Betrayed!!!!

I don’t even know to begin. I don’t know whether I’m able to write anything sounding like words and sentences at the moment. I’m so angry!! Angrier than I’ve ever been and hopefully will ever be in my entire life. All I wanna do is break everything breakable I possibly have in my flat, harm myself, I don’t fucking care! I need to do something soon or I’ll explode!!!!!!!!

The whole story began on Thursday night. I came home from a shift at work and Twin A had been working with me. I was happy and I was looking forward to seeing A as was planned. I’d built up quite a lot of frustrated feelings over the passed couple of weeks, so when A didn’t answer his phone I got mad. I texted Twin A in frustration since I knew he was awake and explained how I felt. “Go knock on his door,” he replied. I did, but very softly so that I shouldn’t make him grumpy if I woke him up. It was 2 in the morning after all. I called twin A as soon as I got back when I heard no answer. Something in my mind just….. Well, I don’t know I couldn’t see anything clearly and although I’ve said things like, I wanna kill myself in this blog before when I split `up with M, I got this rage over me that I though, I’m gonna do it. I told Twin A what I was up to he came around immediately to take my tablets. He stayed for a while to calm me down. I was fuming, crying calling everyone all sorts of names. Then, when I finally was calm enough to ask him to leave, my doorbell rings and there is A. I opened feeling panicked. Panicked from what I’d just been through emotionally and also guilty because Twin A was in my flat and A thought I cheated on him behind his back. Nothing had happened with me and Twin A still, I just felt guilty. As soon as A saw who was sitting in my living room he said coldly, “You’ve got visitors, that’s cool,” and ran off. Twin A ran after him. I was in shock and stood paralysed on the floor. Then I remembered that I had a very sharp knife in my drawer. Excellent for cutting meat and vegetables with. If A wouldn’t listen, I would simply get it over with my cutting my own throat. I went outside and heard the two guys arguing before A said some final words I couldn’t hear and was gone. Twin A came back, found me with the knife and we had a physical fight which ended in him taking the knife from me, putting it down and carrying me back to my living room where he got me to lay down on the floor. After having laid there for a while he sat and talked to me, telling me all sorts of reasons why I should still be alive, my doorbell rang again and it as A. Him and twin a started to have a fight in my hall and A came in to look for some papers he had lost. I must keep repeating to A that “I never fucked Twin A I don’t fancy him!” “Of course you aint,” he replied sarcastically. Before storming out, he said: 2Don’t worry, I won’t begging around gossiping about you to anyone, how you jump from KS to me to Twin A!”

After that, I had such a bad headache and I felt feverish all over. Twin A made me a cup of mint tea while I got ready for bed. I drank it while he told me all sorts of stuff about A, how nasty he really was, how he used me for sex and a lot more. I cried and cried and cried while he spoke and wrapped the duvet tighter around me. Had I been wrong all along? Was Twin A really the good guy and A the bad one? I told Twin a how I was sorry I avoided him, but I’d heard him and Twin B had a gay relationship together and that they were 20 years older than they pretended to be. I also told him I knew about the sick porn on his computer. He assured me that the age thing was a lay. A didn’t even say that about the age thing. That was fucking TG who I probably will have as little to do with as possible from now on. He said to me that A was the porn freak not him, he just downloaded it for a friend. I knew he was lying about that, but about the age thing, he’s gonna give me his birth certificate so I can get a trusted sighted friend to read it to me. I don’t know though, it could be false. I’ve got no idea how to find this out though. Twin A was gonna sit there until I fell asleep in case I damaged myself from pure anger and shock. 6 AM however, I heard A’s footsteps and then the ringing of my doorbell. From his last visit till then, I heard him walking passed many times. I also made sure to speak loud and clear so that he didn’t think we were having sex, twin A and I. “I’ve come passed here all night and I hoped to catch you by yourself so that we could talk,” he said. “But you know what? He’s still here, so that means you have all the comfort and company you want right now.” Twin A came out and they started to fight again. Louder this time. A tore the sheet he’d hung in front of my window in my door away and went in to look for a DVD he’d forgotten I’d given him back last week. I only remembers bits and pieces of what was said, so I can’t make a constructive account of the fight, but it involved A saying that had Twin A swear that he had never slept with me and that he had lots of personalities and that he was a fake bastard and that he’d heard a lot of our conversation to which I replied that I hoped he had and that I had managed to prove I didn’t sleep with Twin A.

The rest of the day was all text messages and angry exchanges between every party involved. It doesn’t end here though, but I don’t have more energy to write it all now, so I’ll take a break and write later tonight. A explained everything to me when I got back from Barcelona which was a hilarious trip I’ll write about as well. I am angry but I understand a few things now that I didn’t earlier.

Some good sex and a meal to remember

After having tried to reach A for a few days and not managing, I decided to go to his house bringing a DVD he lent me so that I could see for myself whether he was home. It shouldn’t be a big deal to go to someone’s house, but I am a person who like to phone first to make sure the person I wanna see is home, but after having showered and dressed up for the twins birthday dinner, I thought, “fuck this” and went to ring his doorbell. I was wearing a short denim skirt, a black low cut top, high heals and some jewellery mum’s friend in Malaysia makes. My hair was newly washed, I was wearing make-up and I felt good. He opened the door and seeing me put his arms around me and held me for along time. Since he was wearing a coat, I presumed he’d just came in which was right. “You’ve just been so hard to get hold of,” I said angrily my head berried into his shoulder. “I’m really sorry babes,” he said and took me in to his living room where I sat down on the couch. If I should make the party on time, I really had to go. Public transport can be such a pain like that. It can take ages to get anywhere, especially in London. “You look beautiful though,” he said sitting down next to me. “As you always do.” He chatted about what he’d done for the passed few days with family arrangements etc. “It’s ok,” I said always afraid to be a pain, a nag or a burden to anyone. “No, my girl’s been very lonely and she’s missed me, that’s not ok” I just felt like crying. I’ll be getting my period any day now and just before I get it, I get so emotional with hormones anything could probably make me cry.

After some small talk, he picked me up from the couch and carried me to his bed where he put me down gently. “It’s been too long,” he said lying down on top of me. “I’m gonna ruined your make-up now though.” “And I’m gonna have to take a cab,” I laughed. “Or maybe, I can make you go nowhere tonight,” he said and kissed me passionately. After the kiss, he got up and stood watching me. “Can I rape you?” he asked. “Please,” I replied as he started taking my skirt off. My tights and knickers went off too before he quickly undressed and laid on top of me. “You have the honour,” he said. He was rock hard as I rubbed him against me. I was starting to feel wet now, but since it had been long, it took a little pushing before he was in. What amazes me so much about making love to A is the way our bodies just seem to be made for each other. We fit together perfectly.

He started off gently as we held on to each other whispering in each others ears how much we’d missed each other. “I have to make sure you don’t get al sweaty before you go out,” he said and broke away from me to open a window. It felt almost painful in the few seconds he was away and coming back, I wrapped my legs around his shoulders as he got rough on me. “I could fuck you and make love to you for hours,” he whispered. Just before I was about to come, he stopped and told me to get on me knees. He fucked me from behind, his cock rubbing my g-spot to the point where I couldn’t help screaming. I came as he grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard and bit my shoulder. “On your back girly,” he said and slid out of me. Lying back down, he held my write leg up wile the left one was resting on the bed. I think it was because I had to go for the meal soon that he sped up, and started riding me big time. It didn’t take him long to come in gasps clinging to me. He stayed inside me for a while, the way I like it after an orgasm.” I’m almost knocked out now having not had this for nearly three weeks,” he said laughing.

It was only half an hour till I was supposed to be at London’s west end for the meal and A called me a cab as I combed my hair with my fingers and freshened up my make-up. I only got to the Chinese restaurant 15 minutes late and the family were still waiting for our table. Prince’s brother gave me a cup of Sake, Japanese rice wine which I sipped before we went in. The food was delicious. We ordered many dishes. First there were fried crab, then shrimps, then dumplings, then Peking duck and finally lobster with noodles. I got really full which always seem to happen in Chinese restaurant. I had hoped for some more action with A that night, but the poor guy was asleep when I got home. I’m off to work now and I hope and pray that A won’t be that hard to get hold of when I come back. I need some more of that loving and I’m getting my period on Sunday I think which means another few days of no sex! Besides, I’m going nowhere in the morning, so I’ve got all night.

How a man must feel sometimes

I think I’m beginning to understand how a bloke feels when his girl says no to sex because of that horrendous monthly affair known as the period. And it’s with sex like with everything else. When you know you can’t have it, you start craving it real bad. A is on the second week of his detox diet which also apparently means that sex should be kept to a minimum for the Zink level in your body to get a chance to rise de with your diet. I have read somewhere that the more Zink you have in your body, the better the sex is going to be. If that’s true, then I guess I can wait a little longer although I doubt that sex I already classify as perfect can’t get any better.

Apart from craving some love, I’ve had quite a busy week. It started off on Monday when I was going to eat dinner in the restaurant I work in for the very first time. TG, her man she calls Hunny muffin, MM, E, R, C (girl who works there and last but not least, sincerely yours, had a very good time. It was a Chinese theme to that particular evening. The food was nice, but was more like Chinese food with a western inspiration. We drank quite a bit of Rose wine, but I only got happily tipsy, as did everyone else. Tuesday, I was working, but had the Chinese left overs for staff dinner. Yesterday, A and I went to Argos to get me a TV and a DVD player. I don’t really watch TV all that much, but I think that’s partly because I haven’t had my own and I sometimes wish I could watch a particular documentary or programme everyone else is going on about. In the evening, I went to celebrate HB’s birthday. I haven’t seen him in ages and it was so good to see both him and all the others again. HB was there with Miss C, his girlfriend, HMF with her new man, Baby G and her boyfriend and some other people I know, but not all that well including this huge big Aussie who entertained us with “When I was in prison in Bangkok” and other Asian adventures. That would actually make a good book title, “When I was in prison in Bangkok and other Asian adventures.” We went to a restaurant on a boat which was a Thai restaurant. I was not pleased having food from that part of the world for a third day in a row. I can cope with any kind of food now, just not Chinese or Thai!

Ant came over today to take some more photos. As usual when he’s been around, we ended up chatting and drinking tea. I also received my new Eddirol r-09 recorder and he helped me sort it out. He’d brought some pastries and white chocolate which I thought was really sweet and he told me TG had told me all about my love life before we started taking the photos together. That girl’s really sad! Why can’t she just mind her own business? It didn’t shock me that she’d told him though but I am a little upset about it. God know how many others she’s told! I’m gradually cutting her out of my life now. I can be friends with her, but will never confide in her again.

Gonna spend the rest of the evening to myself I think with a Sara Paretsky book. I’ve started reading her entire V.V. Warshawski series now. She’s a little bit like Sue Grafton, only much better in my opinion. V.I. is just similar to me in so many ways.

Now I know where I stand with A. As he put it the other day, I’m his close friend, his lover and a little bit more. Still I sometimes feel awkward and don’t always know when he’s joking. Like yesterday, my phone was ringing and I didn’t know the number. I checked it quickly, but when I was gonna answer, I somehow pressed the wrong key. He joked about, or at least I think so, that I was hiding something for him and I let him see my log and called the person back. It was a close friend I knew from Edinburgh, a girl so it was fine. It’s just that I feel I have to justify any contact I have with mail individuals. Maybe it’s just a passing stage and that either he will learn to trust me, I will learn to know when he’s joking, or both. I think I’ll have to learn to trust him as well.

Crushed!

I haven’t written for almost a week, but I am in shock of what has happened. When I came back, I did meet A, we had dinner at his place in stead of going out and wild wicked sex and lovemaking. The next day I didn’t see him, but spent the time with TG and Twin A. Next day, I get at ext from a saying we need to talk. He tells me he is in a vulnerable state and that he is afraid that I will unintentionally hurt him. He said it wouldn’t work out between us at this point since I wasn’t quite ready for a long term thing, which I am, at least with him. We talked back and forth and then decided to give it a go and that things would fall in to place. Happy with this, I went home. The next day, we were going to see each other and I was going to spend the night there for the first time. He text me Sunday though and said to me it wouldn’t work out again. He said that since I was so close to Twin A, why couldn’t I give that a try? And wished me good luck with it along with confessing Twin A knew it all. I called Twin A and had a go at him for fucking up mine and A’s relationship. Twin A got pissed off with A and they had a long talk that evening. A had then said to Twin a, that he was gonna mend it all with me, so he came and took me to his flat where we made love, had dinner and listened to music all night until I went home instead of spending the night three respecting the fact he wanted to build things up slowly. Then yesterday, thinking it was all well, we talked through what had been said between him and Twin A. It went well at first, but then he said something about not having liked that I commented that him and Twin A had a similar hair style. I didn’t quite see the problem. I don’t get pissed off if someone, even he would tell me G and I for example had the same hairstyle. I smiled a little to which he responded angrily and said I was taking the piss. That my smile proved my guilt about having had an affair with Twin A.

I can’t remember the details after that. Just that I screamed that I hadn’t done it, that I was sorry one tiny facial expression should fuck it all up and then remembering texting him later. I haven’t slept all night. I tried for a bit, but was dreaming that I had him next to me and that I was stroking his hair, so sleeping wasn’t a good idea. I can’t believe this. His mind is fixed on the fact that I’ve cheated on him and I had a long chat with Twin A, who is as pissed off with it as I am. It’s unfair and whatever I say, I can’t prove it. I’m beyond upset!

Dear lord, Help me! Please!

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.

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.

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.

Making love to you

It’s one of those late cold evenings so typical for January; I’ve just had a long nice shower and a good meal after a particularly difficult day at work. Getting home was hard too as none of the tubes were running properly. I felt tired and relaxed where I sat in my armchair dressed in a red Chinese silk dressing gown with dragons and with a glass of chilled wine in my hands listening to some music. Then the doorbells rings. Two quick buzzes, which tell me you, are outside. Only you buzz my door that way. I get up, eager to see you as I haven’t seen you for two days and I miss you and your sexy body like crazy when you’re not around.

“Hey Hun,” you say in your soft Caribbean accent when I open the door. You wrap your arms around me. I bend my head backwards and stretch so our lips can meet. Our passionate kiss seem to last for an eternity as we stand there in the doorway, the crisp evening air making me tremble in my dressing gown. “Come in,” I say and push you in. You close the door. We’re alone.
2I’ve missed you my queeness,” you say using the nickname you made for me the first night we had together. It’s not long since we’ve seen each other, but we’re mad about each other and we can’t get enough of each others company. You’re wearing baggy black jeans, a t-shirt and hooded jumper. Your body burning hot as always. I can feel your hardness through your jeans. I pull you closer. Can’t wait to feel you inside me.
Still standing on the floor, I wrap my legs around you and rub my pussy against you. “Queeness,” you say and lift me up. Almost like you would carry a baby, you carry me to the bed. And carefully put me down. You lay down on top of me, your slim body so much heavier than it looks. I put my hands under your jumper and t-shirt stroking your smooth brown skin. “MM,” you moan, and start kissing my face.

I make you sit up and you help me drag your jumper and t-shirt over your head. You open my dressing gown and bra and my breasts are naked with hard nipples waiting for your touch. You kiss my right breast, put the nipple in your mouth and suck hard. It’s almost painful, but oh so good at the same time. You do the same to my left one making an “mmmm” sound which gives a vibrating sensation through my body. Your hand is between my legs. Only my thin knickers separate my pussy from your hands. I am aching for you to touch me there. You can read my thoughts and know what I want, so you stop just to tease me. Stop touching me until I forcibly put your hand back there demanding some more.

In the mean time, I am holding you tight, letting the fingers of my free hands comb your black curls. You press harder against me letting go of my to open your jeans. I pull it down as well as your boxers. We’re lying naked on the bed next to each other. You start fingering me. Your long fingers touching my g-spot and clit at the same time. “Go down on me baby,” I moan before I am about to come. You make me beg for it. Beg till you, pretending to be reluctant to do it, start kissing me all down my body, passed where I want you, down my thighs before your tongues makes its way towards my pussy, or cherry as you call it. It doesn’t take me long to come. Your tongue is powerful making circles around my clit, occasionally going into me, far into me, almost touching the g-spot. Then back out again. I always beg you to stay there, trying to hold your head when you want to move it, but you tease and tease me until I can’t take it any longer. My body arches and I scream your name as the world disappear for a few seconds and I don’t quite know where I am. Only that it feels right, it feels and and Oh!

I push your head away from me, urging you to come lay next to me. You kiss me passionately and I can taste myself on your lips and tongue. Your hands tickle me all over. I don’t know how you do this, but you can touch me anywhere on my body making me feel a strong tingling between my legs. “I want you again,” I whisper. “I want you on the floor,” you reply.

The carpet feels rough against my thighs as I straddle you. We’re both sitting up. Me with my legs wrapped around you. It feels hard and deep when we start moving. I can’t feel the roughness of the floor now wrapped around you as I am, but I know you enjoy the feeling of it. We moan, scream each others names as you fuck me harder and harder and then, we lay down. You on top of me with your hands in mine. My legs still wrapped around your waste as you go hard and fast. The carpet rubbing my back like an uncomfortable sponge, but I don’t care, I hardly feel it. You come hard, moaning that way I love so much while tightening your grip around me. I come too, feeling myself squirt and my juices mixing with yours.

“You’re amazing,” you say when we’re done. I’m tired now and want to go to sleep. You would love to stay, but you can’t. So you tuck me up in bed, kiss my face, my entire face, before I fall asleep holding your hand in a room smelling of our love.