Thursday, March 31, 2011

Heart racing

It's Thursday 8.50pm, and I just had a missed call on my phone.

My immediate thought for this time of night, being a blocked number, is that it was from B. There are other reasons why I thought it may be him; it's his birthday Saturday, and he'll be working, so tonight, and / or tomorrow night would be the only nights he'd be able to go out with mates. Last year, his birthday was on a Thursday, and was also the first time we had sex. And Ive also met him out other times, on a Thursday...

Finally, a few minutes later, I received voicemail. I listened, and... it was not from him. Cant believe how disappointed I feel.

Sigh.

Stupid heart.


Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Take me for a spin!

I met a guy a few weeks ago, and had my first ever one night stand. I know it wont be happening again with this guy, because although we did meet up again for coffee a few days later, and he was keen to pursue things, he is 14 years younger than me. I didn't know that at the time; I assumed he was around the same age as B actually (he certainly looked it; must be all that drinking these guys do because B looks more like 36, not 32!). He was a little evasive about things, and now I know why.

Until we'd met up for coffee though, I googled his phone number to try and find out more about him. Nothing came up. My number shows up a bunch of stuff about me - my old address, due to a home business I used to have, and some other things. So... I entered B's. Nothing really came up for his regular number, but for his work mobile, I discovered he is selling his old restored car. Cant say what kind or year, but its worth A LOT. It goes to auction in a few months unless sold prior.

Yesterday I messaged him, and said "don't suppose Ill get to be taken for a spin in the XXX before it sells...". That was one of those texts though where I thought shit! he's gonna think for sure that I'm a stalker! But of course it was too late. The hours ticked by, and thankfully I was super busy at work, so wasn't watching the phone too much for a reply. I thought he was pissed off.

Finally, more than 3 1/2 hours later, he replied. He said "never know your luck. Hows things?". Impressive, I thought. I simply replied with a :).

And now, Ill leave alone, until Saturday night. Don't think Ill get to see him, but will definitely send him a message...


Sunday, March 27, 2011

Not a tear.

B texted me Friday afternoon saying that he was driving (to work the next night, instead of getting a lift) and that he should be able to drop by. I thought it was interesting that he made it sound as if he were coming, rather than lying and saying he wouldn't be able to make it...

at 11.50pm last night, as I was finishing off in the shower, he messaged to say he was on his way. A few minutes later - I guess because I hadn't responded - he sent another message saying "if you want me to."

"Are you kidding." I replied. "I need you."

He arrived about 12.15am. Kissed me hello, but I felt momentarily awkward because of what had transpired over the last 2 weeks, and I didn't know how he would behave... He went to the bathroom, and came back to the kitchen, where Id poured him a glass of water. I was wearing nice black and white lingerie, under a dark blue (he likes blue) net / mesh knitted long top.

We talked for a bit. "You're not going to get all funny on me now are you?" he asked. "Why?" I asked. "Because of what I wrote?" and he said "Yeh". I told him that writing like that is just how I am, and that that was what I wanted to say back at the end of December, but its not really the kind of thing that should be emailed. He said, again, "you got all weird. With the texting and stuff", and I tried to explain that Id been wanting to know for ages, and all of the stuff was like verbal - and here i motioned with my hands like I was vomiting.

I lead him to my bedroom and showed him the photo posters Id had made up for my birthday party a few weeks back. We had a chuckle going through those. Got my shoes down from the cupboard that I wore on my birthday because I knew hed like them... "put them on" he said, so I did, and kept them on. Showed him a few gifts Id received, including this purple coloured jewelery set. Told him that while it was thoughtful that Id received this present, whoever gave it to me clearly didn't know me that well because I hate purple. "Blehgh" I said, doing a mock shudder. I was so pleased my little plan to include the piece of info (that I dont like the colour purple) in to the conversation worked. (A day or two earlier, his wife had changed her profile picture on the social network site, and in it she looks quite lovely, but her dress is purple. Ive never liked purple, and now i like it even less). I even managed to comment on the fact that one of my gifts was given by a friend who knows a friend of his (and I told him who).

I sat him down on the bed, and straddled him, while my shoes were still on. I swear, even just thinking about him, and his kisses now, my breath still catches.

After all this time, some of the sex is a little predictable, but having said that, there is always something new added, whether its a different position, or the way he comes or whatever.

This time, he undressed me first, and while I was on all fours on the bed, he was feeling me, and kissing my back and arse. Finally I got to undress him too, and now, we always joke about the socks and whether they should stay on or not. :) I asked him if my boobs felt better now (not as rigid) and he said "yeah, they're a lot better now".

As he undressed, he was sitting on the bed, and I kissed him everywhere...

He lay down, and I straddled him again, and he entered me. After a few seconds, he asked "Do you have anything?". "Yeah," I breathed. He was referring to a condom, but I couldn't get up to get it. "Stop doing that then" I said, because it felt too good to leave. I got it out of my draw, and because he was laying on the bed, I leaned over him, and kissed him slowly, upside down. I felt down his body, and grabbed his dick, and let him kiss my boobs. It felt really good kissing him this way. He put on the condom while I continued kissing and feeling, and then i came around the right way, and straddled him again. We tried a few usual positions, and then he pulled himself over my face for a little bit, while I lay beneath, and I felt him all over, with my mouth not far away, ready to catch the juice. I loved looking up in to his eyes, both us with a little smile, and every now and then Id replace his hand with my mouth. And tried to push away the thoughts of his wife...

He turned me around again, doggy style, and we watched each other in the mirror. So sexy. Then, he pulled out, took the condom off, and I knew he was going for my arse. He's not that big, so thats the only reason I can do it...it felt great, and he asked if it was okay if he came there, and I said yes. And seconds later I heard his moaning. MMmmm.

He had quick shower, and then I did. I popped on a cute singlet and boxer short outfit id been given for my birthday, and he liked it.

He was at the kitchen sink having another water, and I cuddled him from behind, then asked to have a sip of his drink. We cuddled again, and I held on a bit longer. I was about to get teary, when he said, "You're not going to get all teary on me now are you?" and I pulled away and said
""No. I'm a big girl now. Ill be fine." and made the motion with my fingers as if I zipped my lips and threw away the key".

"You know I love to stay, right?" and I nodded. "I would" he said. "Id love to stay if I could". ""I know. I know" I told him.

A few steps down the hall way, he said, "So, Ill see you soon, right". "Yep," I said. "For sure".

So much for me (remember my text saying that this Saturday was meant to be like a anniversary send off, and one last night??) - or even him for that matter - ending it!

I followed him out to the front door, my hands on his bum. He turned back to me and said "That was bloody great, you know. Bloody great". "I do know," I replied. "Thats why I have you back here". And he gave me a quick kiss again, and walked away.

Down my drive way, I remembered that its his birthday next Saturday, which marked the actual year anniversary of our first time having sex. So I bounced after him, and asked him what he was doing for his birthday. He has 'everyone' coming over before work. He didn't say, but I probably wont see him then, because he'll be drinking and be getting a lift for sure. So I simply said "Happy birthday for next week then" and kissed him again on the lips. "thank you." he said.

And in his car, he stuck his arm out the window to wave goodbye as he drove away, which he doesn't normally do.

I'm very proud of myself. Not a tear was shed.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Birthday

B called me on Friday afternoon, wishing me a happy birthday. I thought it was nice that he called, rather than texted. I appreciated it. We had a chat for about 15 minutes, and it was very enjoyable. He said that he wasn't going out that night, and already knew I was busy Saturday night too.

Saturday night was my 40th birthday. It was a great night. Hired a room at a local pub-type place, and enjoyed the company. I texted B around 8.00, knowing he would finish work at around 10pm (they were playing at a one-off venue so were finishing earlier. I said how I knew he'd just want to go home, but could he please stop by (where I was) for a few seconds, and that it would take less time home from this place, than from where he had been working that night.

Just after 10pm he replied saying "No can do sweet". ( I love when uses endearments). He said he wasn't driving and was on his way home, and asked how my night was going. I replied "Aww. Its been fab. I'm very spoilt, :) Don't work too hard tomorrow. x". (He'd told me on Friday during our conversation that he was working Sunday at his regular job, for anything up to 12 hours on a big job!). And he replied that he wouldn't (work too hard).

Sunday afternoon I went to a girlfriends house to pick up my presents and decorations etc she'd taken home for me. On the way home I stopped in at my other girlfriends, the one who lives next to B's work mate, to have a chat. She wasn't home, and I noticed B's workmates (M) garage door open, so I went to have a chat with him.

Monday morning B sent me a text asking how I ended up Saturday night. Again, thought it was nice that he even bothered to ask. I told him it'd been a pretty tame night but very nice, and that he'd obviously survived working. "Only just" he replied.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Sigh

Yesterday, while out shopping, I texted B saying it had been a while since Id told him how HOT he is, and that Id leave it a bit longer and just say HI instead. And "hope your day is going well."

"Hi to you too." he said. "Whens your birthday?" I replied "Saturday". "Right," he said. "How's
your day?" "Good," I replied. "Shopping for killer heels".

And that was that.

It's Thursday night now. Almost 9.30pm. I seriously thought I'd hear from him about joining him and his work mates out for a few drinks tonight. Silly me thought he would arrange something.

And then, over-thinking things, I wondered if, when he asked "How's your day?" if he was actually talking about Saturday, as in, what am I doing during the day on Saturday (because he may be able to catch up then?). But realistically, no.

Sad tonight. No chance of meeting him out tomorrow night if he calls because my older kids are not home to look after my younger ones, and being my birthday the next day, I'm limited (as in theres noone) who I could ask to look after them since they will be out will me the next night. Cant really message him about that because thats kinda assuming he would be doing something.

Sigh.

Monday, March 7, 2011

And another week.

Gone.

I texted B just before 9pm Saturday night, asking if was "getting lucky". I figured I just couldnt wait anymore to know if Id see him or not...

He replied "Hey babe. Not tonight" and that he had a car full of people (I assume they were car-pooling) and that he'd be getting away. "Sorry," he finished off. "Always thinking of you." Its those last couple of words I like the best. They matter.

"Still always thinking of you too" I replied. I also told him it would be weeks before I get to touch him again, but that hopefully we would cacth up before then. He assumed it would be weeks becauuse of an upcoming trip Ive got with my kids but I told him thats not until end of April. Its because next week is my birthday - Im the big 40, and the week afterward is a reunion of a nightclub I used to attend.

Then he mentioned how his night job boss (keep in mind, all via text) had 'friended' me through the social networking site... the story there, and i briefly told B, is that that boss comperes at a club i go to with my Nan once a month. we haven't been lately however, due to renovations of the club. id heard that the club had asked him to return as compere in April when it reopens, and that hed accepted, but i sent him a message asking him to confirm that, because otherwise some of the ladies who go probably would not go back (unless he was compereing). so he said yes he was returning, and next thing Iknow, we're 'friends'. oooohhh. Weird! :-)

B replied "all good", and I thought, well, it would be good to get some kind of confirmation of when id likely see him again, so i sent a message saying how he to admit how good id been lately, because i had not been doing any drive bys and keeping away from him in general, so could we PLEASE see him somewhere this week...?

He said "you are good. Ill do my best."

But I don't think Ill get to see him. :(