When The Cat’s Away …

BOB is going on a footballing weekend away today, so I won’t see him again until the middle of next week. So we had sex last night. I dressed up nicely and we spent the whole evening in bed.

BOB likes me to keep my bra, panties and stockings on when we do it. And it’s quite a turn on when he pulls my panties to the side just before he enters me. I gave him his first blowjob since we met. Actually his first blowjob ever. His cock is a bit too big for my delicate little mouth and I don’t think it was my best effort. But he seemed to enjoy it. It was a good night and we tried a few things. I think he liked my vibrator teasing his gorgeous butt. I may take that a little further.

However, while he is away I am going with a guy from our sales department. He asked me yesterday and I said ‘Yes’.
So I have a date tonight.
And the weather is lovely and warm.
And that might mean no panties.

Commando

I love lingerie.

Satin on skin.

Nylons on freshly shaved legs.

Silk panties which ‘hold’ a woman’s perfume like no other material can.

But that said, there’s something deliciously wicked about not wearing any panties at all. And today is such a day. I feel like I act differently when I do this. Part of me wants to show off; tell others what I’m doing. Get some reaction.

Tart at heart?

Of Lesbians and Penises

When I started this blog I really did intend to post every day. Well that’s all but fallen by the wayside and for that I apologise (to myself at least).

The new job is okay. A bigger office with more people and less privacy; maybe that’s why I haven’t been posting. I used to write my older stuff at work.

So what’s been happening?

Well, not much.
Still no man in my life. I miss the male penis (what other kind is there). I think penises are funny things but it can be a very comforting thing to have one inside you. I can’t imagine what it must be like for men to have them dangling between their legs for their entire life. Anyway I wish I had a real one; despite the guaranteed orgasm with my rabbit I much prefer a bit of hard flesh.

So no real sex to talk off. That may change; the office lesbian seems to have taken a shine to me. Flirting with me at every opportunity. I like the attention and I must admit she is very, VERY attractive. We’ve had a drink together after work but no more than that. I’m not sure how to handle the situation. I am curious but ultimately she doesn’t have a penis and this may be a major sticking point (is that a pun?).

Other items of interest; well none really.
I did buy £40 worth of lingerie on-line in the Mark & Spencer sale – 11 pairs of panties, 2 bras and a bikini bottom (for the odd occasion when you can get your tits out in private in the sun)

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

Black Friday Sunny Monday

Friday the 13th today – Black Friday.
I’m wearing all black today. Black top, skirt, shoes, stockings and undies. Looks quite smart too.
And I’m feeling quite good today.
I’ve booked a last-minute deal.
Off to Corfu on Monday.

ON MY OWN!
Slightly apprehensive about that, but I’m just going to read and lie in the sun. Never been on holiday by myself so I’m sure it will be an experience.

On another subject, I’ve heard through the grapevine that ‘Him’ has a new floosie. Also heard that she may have been on the scene prior to the break up. Now I’m trying to think back.
Were there any signs?
I try to comfort myself by saying ‘It’s his loss’.
I’m not being big-headed but I think I’m a nice person, fairly intelligent and quite attractive.
I know it’s time to put him out of my mind and move on.

Anyway, Corfu beckons and who knows what else?

Everyone have a nice week and I’ll ’see’ you when I get back

Love
Veronica

A Very Merry Unbirthday

6th of June 1982.
The day Veronica came into the world.
I am twenty six today. Jesus!
I hadn’t planned on blogging this, but like I said earlier it feels like a kind of therapy for me.
I am writing this at work.

When I left the house this morning no birthday cards had arrived.
I am hoping the postman is late today and that there will be something there for me tonight.
I normally take a day’s holiday on my birthday. I think everyone should have a holiday on their birthday.
Anyway, I couldn’t face the day on my own so I have opted for the office this year.
I am going out with friends tonight, which will be nice, but I’m feeling a little blue at the moment.
And twenty six sounds kind of old to me.

I know I need to forget ‘Him’, get back on my bike and into the world of the living, and I have promised to myself to make the effort this evening.
I’m going to put on my favourite black and white dress, some sexy undies and shoes with high heels. Maybe not stockings yet, not ready to go the whole hog.
So if you see some six foot, dark-haired stunner in Glasgow city centre tonight please say ‘Hello’.
‘Stunner’ ?
That’s a laugh.