There wasn't a hope in hell!

So much for keeping my mouth and legs shut! That didn't work out too well for me though, to be fair, I simply revisited some old "friends". I had a bet going with Royal Marine Guy that I wouldn't touch the DDS for the whole time Daniel was away. For those who don't know what that means, it stands for "Drink, Drugs and Sex". So how'd I do?

Abysmally! I managed till Friday last week but a pal's leaving do at work put paid to my self-grown halo. The Drink got me, The Drugs got me (though I'm now starting to think that maybe a joint doesn't count ...) but I managed quite well on The Sex. A drunken kiss and fumble does not a sexual encounter make!

So, by Friday night, the scores were as follows:

Royal Marine Guy - 2.5 : Citygal - 0

(apparently, a kiss and a fumble counts as 0.5 ...)

The Sex got me on Saturday when I innocently suggested meeting up with Mark for a drink. We went to a great bar called Loungelover in east London. What kept me amused the whole evening was some guy blatantly trying (and, at the same time, failing) to flirt with Mark who, at one point, bent over so low that his trousers left nothing to the imagination! Tres hilarious! Aaanyway, somehow I ended up back at Mark's place and ... you know the rest. This time I stayed over which I really really NEVER do! A combination of pleasant exhaustion and not wanting to go back to an empty house and an empty bed, methinks.

So, by Sunday morning, the scores were as follows:

Royal Marine Guy - 4 : Citygal - 0

(yes, sex with Mark counted as a definitive 1.5 ...!)

The Sex almost got me (again!) on Monday night when I agreed to meet up with a guy I'd exchanged emails with on AdultFriendFinder - as he was Irish, I'll go with stereotypes and call him Patrick*. Patrick, would you believe it, sent me a really cute, obviously posed pic. Nothing wrong with that, though I figured him being 35, the pic must have been taken a fair while back. Again, nothing wrong with that, except that an hour before we were due to meet up, a message popped up on my phone from Patrick entitled "A more recent pic ...". Let's just say the person in this pic bore absolutely no relation to the person in the first. And you guys think it's only us girls that lie! Still kept up our "date" at my local pub. Why? Because the real pic wasn't half bad. But by then I'd already decided that nothing was going to happen. There's nothing I hate more than being misled! Sent him an email to that effect after our "date" to which he responded that ... oh fuck it, I'll just paste the email below:

Hi xxxxxx
You don't do texts??? It would have been easier than logging on to this site! Well your formula for ending things remains the same, the Adult FriendFinder route, lol.
There are reasons for most things and I did explain my reasons, which were legitimate in my view and I've no regrets. I'm not ashamed of what I look like at all, my dimple is enough, lol.. its the site thing, if I'd had an email addy or phone number then you would have got the 2nd photo first [ed - he could have sent the real picture to my email inbox on AFF from the start so no excuse!]. You were not misled and you are more than capable of saying no to a meet before I got on a train. Misled is Mr short,fat and married with a beard turnig up!
Did enjoy meeting you and making you laugh so again, no regrets, not sure if I would have slept with you though, which is why I was not even going to be cheeky and suggest going home with you the other night. Not that you aren't attractive, more the contrary, your the sort I would fall for totally.
Take care and hope you find some happiness, you don't strike me as someone very happy, and thanks for indulging my stories and yarns.
Yesterday I thought of watching a xxxxxxx movie with you and we both laughing...of all things, rather than me thinking of you standing there wearing nothing but heels and baby oil...that is a huge compliment by the way.....like I say, there are reasons for things happening or in this case not happening.
Glad you got home safe anyway x

You get the gist ....

But don't worry, the week did end on a positive note. Met up with Royal Marine Guy for a meal [again, at my local] on Wednesday. The poor staff there must think I'm such a _____ (you fill in the blank!). After the meal, we got ourselves a room at a local hotel and ... again, you know the rest.

So, by Thursday morning, the scores were as follows:

Royal Marine Guy - 4.5 : Citygal - 0

(RMG gets half a point deducted for scoring an own goal!)

Exhausting week, n'est-ce pas? It's been tiring enough typing it all! So now, I'm off to enjoy the weekend with Daniel. Enjoy your weekend(s)! x

All by myself .....

Daniel's gone bye-bye so at home all on my lonesome. Very sleepy but don't want to go to bed just yet. Been playing around on cam on AFF for a while - and by "playing around", I mean reading the most ridiculous messages a lot of guys seem to send me and laughing my head off!

No plans for the weekend yet, though they might involve Royal Marine Guy at some point - doing my bit for my country and all before he gets posted to Afghanistan. I feel terribly noble! lol. Maybe I should give Craig a call as well - after all, he is finally single now. Or Mark - though haven't spoken to him in a while.

Aaaargh, who knows? Maybe I just need to keep my legs (and mouth!) shut till Danny boy returns. That would be a novelty well worth trying ....

Fever Friday et al

So how'd the party go? Not too bad, actually. Met a good number of people, four of whom happened to recognise me from my AdultFriendFinder profile (scary!). Yes, Jon and Lisa were there. Was good to see them again, but Jon's got to learn not to be so pushy. He kept trying to keep hold of me all evening, which was rather annoying at the very least, especially when Lisa had already made it clear she was not in the mood to "play". Poor thing. I think they ended the night on a really bad argument because the last I saw of them, Lisa was storming back to their hotel with Jon several feet behind her looking very sheepish. Men - when will you all learn?!

No, I didn't end up going back with anyone but I did get some numbers and had a quick fumble here and there. Not sure if I'll be going to the next Fever event - to be fair, the average age of the people there seems to be edging closer and closer to the late thirties/early forties. Yes, I'm ageist. Deal with it!

Saturday night wasn't so good at first. Daniel was still away till Monday, the house was so empty and quiet and I was bouncing off the walls. Tried to convince Mark (see below) to meet up, but he was having none of it. I settled myself on the couch, resigning myself to a night in, but got a call from a friend, James*, and met up with him and his friends at Edgware Road. We all went back to his in Maida Vale to continue partying the night away. Totally convinced myself I wasn't going to end up in bed with him again. Fat chance! I ended up in bed with him and two of his male friends. Blame the Red Bull and Coke (both kinds!) Had a good time, but a hell of a comedown on Sunday morning. Didn't get home till 10 a.m., at which point I had a shower, changed my clothes and popped out of the house again to see some family. Luckily, they either didn't notice or didn't comment on the bloodshot eyes and incoherent ramblings.

Ended up at Mark's later that day and didn't leave till about 2 a.m. Monday morning. Had a great time again, but very odd frisson in the air. Can't explain it, but suffice to say I don't think I'll be meeting up with him again. Damn shame, but what can one do?

Don't worry. I might have had a crazy weekend but those tend to be few and far between, rather than the norm. I did have a lot of fun though. Kind of almost makes me wish I were single and could do stuff (and people!) like that all the time ...

(Then I realise that that's just crazy talk!!) x

Getting back to normal (I think!)

It's been an eventful week. Finally starting to relax after a particularly stressful period last month (though 5 a.m. starts are still par for course!). Daniel's back, but is off again later this month. I keep trying to guilt him about his carbon footprint, but he just reminds me that my tobacco habit isn't helping matters either! I suppose he's right. Then again, I don't drive so no need to feel that bad just yet.

I'm currently chatting on MSN Messenger to some Army Guy* - sorry, Royal Marine! (I stand corrected) - I met off AdultFriendFinder. Spoke to him very briefly on the phone last night - can't place his accent, but he's definitely not a local Londoner. Seen him on cam as well (only face up, mind!). Cute mug, nice smile (oh, and I've just seen his shoulders! lol), but I don't know if I can be bothered. Emotional fatigue, a close friend of mine calls it. Daniel and I have been having issues, which we're getting round pretty well - a great mixture of long talks and more and more sex! - so not sure if I want to keep meeting up with random people. To be honest, I don't think I have the energy! Plus, pretty sure Army Guy - sorry, Royal Marine! - is just a bit of an enforced distraction from Mark.

Talking about Mark, I'm trying to limit the amount of time I spend chatting to him, and failing miserably! He's way too cute for his own good, he listens to all the trash that spills out of my mouth and from my fingers, AND he's a great lay! Now, if God really did love me, He'd have given him the sexual prowess of a Venetian God coupled with a shitty personality. That way, sex the one time would have been more than enough. Seems like God feels that it's payback time for all the sinning I've been up to ... So fine! God, if you're reading, I'm fucking sorry, alright?! Well, till the next time, at any rate ....

PS - I'll let you know how it goes with Army Guy - sorry, Royal Marine!

German, Swedish and Hotness all rolled into one! Pt II

Finally met up with Mark* on Wednesday. All I can say is, oh my God! I hardly ever use the word "beautiful" to describe a guy, but I shall have to make an exception in this case. Tall, floppy blonde hair, bright blue eyes and the nicest smile I've seen in a long while. We met in front of Temple tube station and went out for a drink at a bar just off the Strand. I don't think I stopped staring at him the two hours we were there. Nothing happened (though, Lord knows, I was scanning through a list of the nearest hotels in my mind), but we did decide to meet up again.

And we did. Friday night in Covent Garden. It was a bit of a spontaneous one (or at least, that's what HE thinks!). We went back to his sometime after midnight and, I have to say, the next four and a half hours were the most amazing and intense I've experienced in a long while. He's most definitely a giver - oral sex was never so good (or prolonged!) I've got tingles running down my spine just remembering everything we did. Oh, and can I just say: alternating between one's warm tongue and ice on a woman's clit will drive her crazy! Or at least, it did me!

My only problem? I can't stop thinking about it (and him!) I've pretty much masturbated myself awake and to sleep (and everything in between) since then! This poses a bit of a dilemma. My head's telling me that continuing to meet up with him would be a bad and dangerous idea (sex that great can only get more and more addictive!) Why is this a bad thing? Well, I've never had sex like that with anyone other than Daniel, and there's always a far and distant danger of indulging oneself with one person at the expense of the other, the latter usually being one's long-term partner! Or so most people tell me ....

Maybe I'm just getting ahead of myself. Mark's made it very clear that he wants to meet up again. And no, before you start wondering, he's only looking for no strings sex, nothing more. So am I. But good sex (sorry, amazing sex!) can't ever truly come with no strings, can it? I'll just have to see how it goes ... (and keep recharging my vibrator batteries in the meantime!)

* all names have been changed to protect the guilty

German, Swedish and Hotness all rolled into one!

Daniel's been away for a while, so I decided to log on to AdultFriendFinder to check out the "talent" on there. I use the word "talent" in the loosest sense - there are uncountable horrors on there. But, wonder of wonders, I came across an actual hottie. German/Swedish, former model with a body to prove it. Didn't get the chance to meet up last weekend, but a meet should be on the cards for next week, once I get some work out of the way. Keep fantasizing about what I'm going to do to (and with!) him. Let's hope my expectations don't exceed the reality. I'll keep you posted!

PS - Daniel, if you're reading this, I do miss you! Just don't come back too soon ....