The end of a beautiful relationship?

Bad couple of weeks.

 

Had a major bust up with Alex. One of those arguments that started over nothing and ended up blowing up into a full scale Eastenders style row. That was the Saturday before last. Got together this Sunday to 'talk things through'. I was full prepared to kiss & make up but the bastard tells me he shagged one of the Creatives at the company xmas bash. Not even a 'sorry' or 'I was drunk'. He just came out with it and then looked at me.

 

I blew my top. Big scene. Told him to fuck off and stormed out.

 

Round to David's for a sholder to cry on and a large glass of white - much sobbing and emotion but reconcile myself with the thought that he will soon be back with his tail between his legs.

 

So has he texted? Emailed? Phoned?

 

Has he fuck!

 

Now I'm pissed off. Not sad any more, just angry.

 

Think I might turn into a cross between Lilly Allen and Gloria Gaynor - 'I will survive' meets 'i felt bad for a while'

The best laid plans....

... so much for my quickie in Soho Square! I was late, the gates were shut and my sister does not like to be kept waiting. Had a lovely evening anyway & Alex did the 'new boyfriend' bit brilliantly! By the time we got back to my place I was as horny as hell. Alex had his hand up my skirt before I could open the door and we didn't even make it out of the hallway before we were naked!

 

Spent Saturday shopping in the west end. Oxford & Regent Streets were closed to traffic and there was a real carnival atmosphere. I particularly liked the Timberland 'Jungle' they had built out front of the store. Met Alex for lunch at Randle and Aubern before taking him on an insiders guide to soho! Finnished the day watching the new James Bond (heloooo!).

 

So to Sunday - and the plan finally comes together.

 

I will give you the edited highlights....

 

- Late breakfast

- Drive out to Richmond Park

- Nice romantic walk (bit busy, but we head to the area between Kingston Gate & Richmond Gate which is always quiet)

- Stop to rest on a fallen tree

- Kiss, cuddle, giggle.

- Play fight to the ground

- Jump on top, out with his dick, up goes the skirt and ride him hard.

- Few minutes later taking tea at the caff with the warm afterglow of a satisfied vagina!

 

Ahhh - thant's better!

 

 

Prick Tease.....

It is a grey and damp night; you taste the cold rain on my lips as you kiss me. I will feel your cold hand on my pussy as you slip your hand up my skirt and feel my hot wet pussy through my tights. You must be quick; someone could come by and catch us at any moment. I undo your button and pull down your fly, releasing your hot cock into my hand. We are both panting for it now. You reach down and rip my tights at my crotch, exposing my naked pussy to the cold night air. I lift my leg and guide you into me, feeling your hardness penetrate me. Someone is coming. I pull you close and kiss you, praying my skirt is covering the true nature of our embrace. They have passed. You fuck me quickly, desperately, as if you are trying to nail me to the trunk of the tree with your thrusts. I see someone approaching and hold you tight inside me, massaging your dick with my vagina muscles while they pass. We are both close now. I pant as you fuck me hard and quick. We cum together, your grunt meeting my squeal as our bodies become one and your seed fills me. Shit, another passer by! I hold you in me feeling your cock slowly shrink inside me. When they have passed you quickly tuck your cock back in your trousers and we walk away hand in hand towards the restaurant, passing through the crowds of commuters heading towards the tube. I see Kate waving as you open the door to the restaurant, she is standing by the bar with THE LAWYER. “Over here Sis!” she calls. Introductions made she looks me up and down. “I LOVE your outfit’ she enthuses looking me up and down. She pauses and looks down towards the floor. “What’s that on your boot?” We all follow her gaze, four pairs of eyes inspecting the large glob of semen. “Holy shit!” Kate exclaims as another drip of your cum slips from my pussy and falls between my legs.

See you later honey!!

Now he's worried!!

Now he's worried that someone will figure out my clue and we will have an audience!

Alex - you are assuming

1. Someone other than you reads this rubbish
2. they give a damn
3. they live in london
4. they have nothing better to do on a Friday night

The secret location!

[Alex just texted - he wants to know where!!]

So lover boy - meet me where the Pigeons Shiver (6pm sharp & don't be late or I might get ill!!)

I don’t get it!

Alex finds my past life a real turn on. He has told me this a few times but I’m only just beginning to believe him (sorry darling!). He loves me to talk through my experiences in graphic detail and afterwards we always have great sex. Last night we were watching a (not very good) porno flick with a plotline (well as much as any porn has a plot!) surrounded a very aggressive sweary crude hooker. You know the style – “Fuck my cunt, fuck my dirt hole, fuck me real hard you fucker, etc etc.). Anyway under our ‘never keep it inside’ rule Alex confessed he was turned on by this and wanted to know if I had ever been asked to talk like that by a punter (answer = yes, many times).

Next thing I know we are role playing me as a prostitute (looking back on it this has got to be the most ironic thing I have ever done!) telling my darling lover to ‘fuck my cunt hard’ etc.etc. No complaints from me – the sex was great and its fun pretending (?!?) to be a slut.

Anyway tonight it’s my turn to dictate the fun for tonight so (as Alex reads this at work) I here-by announce that I fancy a quickie up against a tree or wall after work so we can go on to dinner with ‘you know who’ with your cum inside me!