Is The World An Oyster?

I’ve been thinking a lot about me recently. I think I need a change. No, changes. I don’t think I’m happy in Glasgow. I try to like it, telling myself it’s nicer than some people would have you believe. Sure it’s got some fine bars and restaurants, and the shopping is fabulous. But in the cold light of day it’s no Paris, Barcelona or even London which I’m not fond of. This is Wednesday and the rain has finally stopped. It’s been on non-stop since Sunday night. It’s depressing and grey and it makes me depressed and grey. The brightest thing about today is my red underwear. I’m glad I’m going to Spain, even if it is with ‘Him’. I need some real daylight.

Then there’s my job. Not so much a change of job that’s required, more a rich man which would allow me to give up this work thing for ever. I really don’t want to work. The people here are OK and Linda has been a great friend.

I sometimes talk about being lonely but whilst I think I crave companionship, deep down I’m fairly sure I’m a bit of a loner. I’ve become used to me and I think I quite like me.

I’m going to do some serious thinking in Spain about my future.

I don’t like Glasgow
I don’t like my job
I have savings
Time to seriously move on?

Nearly Sex

I’ve had what I’d call a ‘Nearly Sex’ weekend.

Out with Virgin on Friday night; he ran me home and I asked him in for a coffee. We had the coffee and a bit of a fumble on the sofa. Very excitable young man I must say. As our tongues fought each other I noticed this enormous bulge in his trousers. Being the curious girl I am I asked if he would like me take a look at his nasty swelling.  (Stupid question!). I unzipped him and ’set him free’. It was a beauty, one of the most beautiful cocks I’ve seen (if cocks can be beautiful). Good enough to eat, but I didn’t. I did give him the benefit of my hand technique, which he enjoyed immensely for two whole minutes. Seemed a bit of a waste at the time but I wasn’t really in the mood for sex myself (which worries me).

Saturday I spent some time with Linda the Lesbian. A few wines and then home, but as we went our separate ways she gave me this kiss that made me go all hot and gushy. I thought my toes were going to curl up. She’s messing with my mind and my mind doesn’t know what it wants.

Sunday I invited ‘Him’ over to discuss his offer. Not much to discuss really; I had made my mind up to go with him. We chatted for a long time. All very familiar, nice. It felt good. If he’d asked me to go to bed with him I would have. Sex was always good with him.

Anyway I’m going to Spain

Bad Penny

No, not another lesbian!

Just when you think you are moving on and starting to get some semblance of normality back in your life, what happens?

‘Him’ of ‘Him’ fame called me last night. Now I’m sure old boyfriends (and girlfriends) turn up in your lives from time to time but I was almost stuck for words (for a change). I really didn’t know what I felt when I heard that familiar voice.
Confusion.
Excitement.
Love?
I actually think I still love him. I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help it.

Anyway he phoned with an offer – a nice offer.

His parents have an apartment in Spain and he’s going out there for a couple of weeks in October. He has asked me to join him.

‘No strings’, he says.
I think that might mean I can’t take my thong underwear.

Seriously, I am tempted and if I can get the time off work I may go.

Am I being stupid?
I suspect he was seeing someone else prior to our break up but I have no proof. Should that influence my decision or should I go and enjoy the sun and whatever else I feel up for?

Or should I sat in cold, wet rainy Glasgow?

Not much of a contest, eh?