What Not To Wear

Linda is back at work today.

And I have taken the first step. We are going out for a drink after work tomorrow. I’m hoping the next step will come naturally.

I find myself doing things I never did for my last boyfriend. Spent ages shaving and trimming my pussy last night. If we get to it I want to look nice down there. I’m wearing sexier underwear to work (red today, Kellie).

I’m not sure what to wear tomorrow.
Black stockings and suspenders? Nice high heels, mini-skirt? I don’t want to look too tarty (although I kind of feel like one). Maybe I should wear trousers, make it look like it’s all un-planned. This is quite a tough decision.
Call Trinny and Susannah, or Gok.
All suggestions welcome.

This whole thing is giving me an incredible buzz.

I hope I don’t chicken out.

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.