Extra Time

I apologise again for the political rants. It’s not what the blog is supposed to be about.

Back to the other night; BOB playing football. Well there was a bitterly cold wind blowing, so I spent the second half watching from the shelter of his car. When the match was finished he just got straight into the car (there are no showers or changing rooms at the dump he was playing on).
But the smell of fresh air, dirt and sweat sort of caught me unaware. A potent mix for me it would seem. I said he could shower at mine before he went home to mummy and daddy.
Within a minute of getting into the flat I was astride him on the bed. His cock felt cold as he entered me, but it got hotter and harder. I love his cock!
There I was, bouncing happily up and down; the bedroom curtains were still open and I could see into the flats across the street. And vice-versa I suppose.
He felt so thick when I tightened my muscles around him. The sex was quick, but yummy. We fucked for barely two minutes, but his lovely juices were still running out of me long after he left. I could still smell him and taste him.

Back at the start of this blog I said my two great loves were football and sex; I just didn’t know which I liked best.

BOB gives me both.

Anyway it’s Friday. Almost going home time. I’m out with Linda tonight. Yes, she’s still on the scene. We don’t work together any longer but we have become very good friends. We kiss, cuddle and hold hands occasionally but nothing more than that.

Looking forward to a few glasses of nice chilled un-oaked Chardonnay.

What Will It Be Like?

I knew this would be a long day.

Haven’t done much work to be honest.
Been doing some ‘research’ on the internet, and I think I’m going to succumb to Linda.
I’ve been looking st some amazing pictures and some even more amazing videos featuring Mr Strapon.

I’m not sure how this will all turn out but I hope it’s something like this.

Intruduction to Mr Strapon

A little taster

My first lesbian kiss

She gets me wet

She takes me from behind

I don’t know about anyone else, but I am absolutely soaking today.
I’m off to the ladies again.
Feel like I’m on heat!

Obsession

Lesbian sounds quite a harsh word. Rather than call the office lesbian the lesbian I’ve decided from now on she’ll be known as Linda.
I still haven’t taken her up on her offer; I’m having so many strange feelings about what it would be like. My panties get wet if I think about her long enough. But what do I do? I can hardly say to her ‘Okay, can you come over and fuck me this weekend?’ Seems a bit cold and rehearsed. But I’m getting to the point where I can’t stop thinking about her, or maybe it’s just the idea of her.

When I dressed for work today (Tuesday) I think I dressed for her. It’s been a bit cool in Glasgow the last couple of days so I decided on stockings rather than bare legs. Wearing a tight top and quite a short skirt. Also the new bra and panties I got at the weekend. And she noticed. I was getting a coffee about 10 this morning and she came into the office kitchen, walked up behind me, put her hand lightly round my waist and whispered how lovely I was looking. I turned round but she was already walking back to the office.
I think I would have kissed her had she stayed.

It’s obsession.

I like it and I don’t like it.

And my panties need changing.

I Should Be Grumpy

It’s a wonder I’m not grumpier than I am. You see, I haven’t had sex for two months. Orgasms yes, but not that wondrous thing that is a big penis ramming into you. Sweaty thighs, big hands grasping your buttocks as you get ridden harder and harder. Juices flowing from you. Wet bed sheets. Paper hankies. The whole messy business.

It was the lesbian who got me realising how long it had been. I really should give her a name if she’s going to feature in this blog. Anyway, we were out for a drink together on Saturday afternoon and the conversation got round to sex. She got the whole story about me bedding my boss; that’s when I realised how long it had been. And when she asked why so long the harsh truth hit home; no man has shown any interest in me since then. That’s when she said she fancied me. Well I knew this from all the flirting in the office. To cut a long story short she offered to be the ‘man’ in my life until a real one comes along. What she actually meant by this kind of took me by surprise; she said she has one of those strap-on things and that if I want she will fuck me with it. It was quite a conversation from someone I’ve only known for a couple of weeks. What’s concerning me more is that I am actually considering it.
I actually find her quite attractive. She has the most beautiful lips (I think I want to kiss them). Her eyes are so blue. And her legs, well they’re as good as mine. She is sexy.

I don’t know. The thought of strap-on sex turns me on and scares the shit out of me at the same time.

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.