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.
