I make life interesting for myself.
I make life complicated for myself.
BOB in one hand.
SALESGUY in the other.
(Not at the same time, I add)
Retail Therapy Always Works
Didn’t go to work today.
Couldn’t go to work today.
Did a lot of thinking last night and in the wee small hours.
I’m not going to pursue this ‘affair’.
It was a one night stand and that’s all it was.
DECISION MADE.
Went shopping today. Beats the hell out of work. Retail therapy always helps.
Got some nice things.
Two skirts
Three strappy tops
New sandals
And some nice undies.
I’m a lingerie addict. Got much more than I need but I just can’t help myself. If only a nice single guy would come along what a fashion show he could get.
Maybe the new guy in Sales?
Perhaps I should look further afield.
You know what they say about your own back yard.
Look who’s talking!
Bye
Have a nice weekend (looks like another wet one)
Love
Veronica
My Resistance Was Low (And So Was His)
Very early rise this morning as we had to be back in Glasgow for 10.
It was a very quiet and tense journey.
Let me explain.
I did a bad thing last night.
A VERY BAD THING!
I’m back at my desk and it’s confession time.
Boy is it confession time!
If you’ve been reading my rants you will know that my boss and I had to do an afterwork off-site thingy with our sister company down south.
Usually happens at some half-way point between our two offices.
This meant an overnight stay at a rather nice hotel just off the M6 near the Lake District.
We had left work early to get there for about 5 o’clock and we finished the meeting just after eight.
There were six of us in total and we had a great meal and a couple of glasses of wine and we all talked for a while. By half past nine I was feeling rather tired (probably still recovering from Corfu) so I made my apologies and headed along to my room. I flopped onto the bed and I must have dozed off. I was awakened by a knock on my door. I had no idea what time it was but as it turned out I’d been asleep for only twenty minutes or so.
It was my boss.
‘You left your briefcase in the restaurant’
I said thanks.
And then he hit me for six.
‘You looked beautiful tonight’
I didn’t say thanks this time. I didn’t feel beautiful anyway.
He asked how I was, how I’d been since ‘He’ left.
I asked him in and we spoke for over an hour.
I talked.
He listened.
And all the while I could smell his sweat.
Manly sweat.
Almost sweet.
At half past eleven he said he should get to his room, as we had an early start.
I can still hear the next words I said.
‘Don’t go.’
His boyish eyes looked into mine and at that moment I knew I wanted him. More than I’d wanted a man ever before.
Now the Pinot Grigio could have been partly to blame for this strange lust I was feeling. In any case I blurted it out again.
‘Don’t go.’
‘Stay’
And he did.
His arms were around me when I woke up.
Guiltily, we made love again and it felt so good.
Like he belonged inside me.
When things like this happen, it’s only a matter of time before reality kicks in.
I know what I’ve done and I’m not sure what I’m feeling.
Most of me thinks I’ve been a bad girl.
I know I instigated it.
Then again he could have said ‘NO’, but he didn’t.
I’ve fucked my boss.
Bad enough.
I’ve fucked a married man.
Worse.
I’ve fucked a married man with two kids.
GUILTY. GUILTY. GUILTY. GUILTY!
And I can see him in the next office.
And I think I want more.
Hot Hot Hot
Phew, it was hot.
I mean hot.
Over 90 degrees every day.
Loved every minute, despite being a single girl in a strange land.
Last weekend before I went I treated myself to six new bikinis. Not expensive ones – I just wanted a different one for each day by the pool.
Had a full leg wax too and got my other ‘bit’ done too.
ALL OF IT!
God it was painful!
Unless you’ve had it done you might not ‘get’ what I’m about to say, but there’s something very liberating about having no hair ‘down there’. Strange, sexy, smooth.
Corfu was great!
The Greeks are so, so friendly.
Arillas is a lovely spot. A small, quiet and relaxing resort which was just what I was needing.
Thanks to Linda and Kate from England for allowing me to join them in the evenings for a meal and drinks. Lots of drinks I seem to remember!
Apologies to Steven for not letting you get into my panties.
If by some chance you are reading this – I WAS VERY TEMPTED! Sorry!
And in hindsight, I wish I had.
Now I’m back at work.
Glasgow seems so dull, almost depressing after Corfu.
It’s as if someone has turned the brightness down, like you do on your TV.
I wish I was back in the sun.
I want to live by the sea.
Somebody rescue me.
