spitting nails!!!

A few weeks ago delightful Prada Pixie invited some of her blogger friends to a christmas party as her place. Lovely Vi suggested saturday 1st December which was agreed by Pixie and several others. Now I have a problem, I would love to go, I have become friends with Pixie, we give each other support by email and telephone. But 1st December is my youngest son's birthday. So a few weeks ago I began to negotiate with him. every year he wants a party but it has not often been possible. I have said that if he doesn't make a fuss and allows me the opportunity to go to this party which would involve an overnight stay, he gets to have a party. I have said he can have a party on the friday or even the sunday, I would be home with him until mid afternoon on saturday and be back on sunday. He is not happy. Now my yongest son is not a small child he will be 12 going on 17.

At the beginning of the week SF came on the phone to talk to me about the kids. I mentioned to him that I want to arrange a party for youngest and was considering asking if we could do a joint party with his new best friend who he goes home from school with most days. This boy NBF was born on the same day and youngest first met him last year as SF is friends with the family (I don't know them at all). Grudgingly I told SF that I had been invited to a party that night and wanted to go but also wanted to make sure youngest has a good birthday.

A few days ago youngest came home from NBF's, SF had spoken to the family and they have agreed that a joint party will be arranged SF and NBF's family will pay half each (even better I'm thinking). Laser quest at the same place I went to here. for 10 kids that will be £100!!! now I'm thinking that is way too much to spend on a party. Yesterday youngest said he doesnt really want to do laser quest he wants to do crazy golf. Ok I can go with that ...take a few kids to crazy golf then macdonalds or somewhere like that. Only problem is ...............will we find a crazy golf that is open at that time of year?

Anyway I am chatting with youngest about various things. He mentions that SF has said now hes having a party mummy can go to her party. Shock horror SF is doing this for me. Youngest says he still doesn't really want me to go but he will let me. But that SF thinks I am being selfish not being there on the night of his birthday. Now this is where I start spitting nails!!!

How can he say such a thing.........this is the man who when the boys were young he never once saw any of the boys on their birthdays. Once or twice he was away working, but mostly he would finish work and go straight to the pub not returning home until they were in bed asleep. He was never around for any of the birthday parties I had at the house, most of the parties they had at different venues he wasn't around. I can think of 2 birthdays he did. when youngest was 2 months old we had a party for eldest at an indoor soccer venue. then about 4 years ago he took a group of boys bowling whilst I was at work (it was his turn to have half term leave).

Having just worked out that between them our boys will have had 63 birthdays of which I have missed none he has missed most and he thinks I am selfish to want to miss part of my son's birthday. I shall be there when he opens his presents I shall be there until mid afternoon. I shall give him a birthday lunch in place of dinner (they get to choose whatever they want for this meal). He will have his birthday cake. the only thing I wont be here to do is tuck him up in bed which I don't do anymore anyway.

fountain of pleasure

Its all arranged we are meeting for a drink but a room is booked for later. I have just finished work and changed into my black mini skirt and stockings and strappy red top. I have never been to this pub and adjoining hotel before but I know where it is just 5 minutes or so from where I work. It has been one of those rare hot sunny days that we have not seen much of this summer. I miss the turning and have to turn around. As I pull into the complex I see him walking towards me. I park my car and walk back towards him. We kiss briefly as he offers a drink in the bar or tea in the room. we chat amiably as we climb the stairs just as we have done on and off over the many months. He leads me into the room and I make myself comfortable in the chair by the open window with a soft breeze rustling the lush green leaves that I could almost touch if I tried. There are people chatting in the car park below, a groundsman goes about his work strimming and mowing.

The kettle boils and he makes us both a nice cup of tea before siting down again in the other chair facing me. we talk of various experiences we have had through this website, not that I still use it. once our cups have been drained he moves over to the bed asking me if I would like to join him. We kiss, he fondles my breasts, in no time at all I am completely naked from the waist upwards. he pushes me back on the bed his face nuzzling between my thighs as he kisses his way up to my labia where he begins to lick. soon my skirt and the bed beneath me are soaked as he makes me cum over and over again.

I remove my skirt draping it over the back of the chair by the window in the hope the breeze will dry it out a little. we roll together into the middle of the high, comfortable bed kissing fondling, sucking and finally fucking. together we decide to try something that neither of us have done before. getting up I go to the chair he had sat on before, kneeling on the seat holding onto the chair back as he pushes into me from behind. I find myself staring right into the mirror which I hadn't noticed before but now can not avoid as it is only inches from my face. I see my breasts swinging in rhythm as he pumps into me. this is a new experience for me to see my flesh wobble and swing about uncontrolled during a sweet but sweaty coupling with a friend wih benefits.

It doesn't matter so much what it looks like but that it feels good. we are friends and we are both enjoying ourselves without any emotional involvment. But I know that my days of doing this are coming to an end. It isn't what I want anymore. We are back on the bed reclining amongst the soft pillows chatting as I continue to stroke and tease his penis. Its a comfortable atmosphere no expectations just fun. we chat about alsorts of things, he tells me what I need is a slave. A man who is happy to do my chores, often whilst naked (not while my kids are around!!) maybe even wearing a collar and lead. He would be mine to order about as I pleased and I wouldnt eve have to have sex with him if I didn't want that. Hmmm now theres an idea.

Eventually it is time for us both to get home to our own children. We dress say our goodbyes and walk out of the door before going our seperate ways to our own cars. A few days ago he text me asking if I would like to meet up again for sex. my reply


I'm still unsure what I want..............part of me says yes go for it girl but a bigger part says if I do it will come back and bite me later.........please don't take that personnally

now if he had said he wanted to be my slave!!!

lessons not learnt

when first we met I thought you were a dream come true. you put your arm across my shoulder and kissed me as we stood at the bar ordering our first drinks. finding a table in a quiet corner we chatted. You pulled me close and kissed me again. the pub was filling up with youngsters loud and boisterous. we walked through the town to another pub. we found a table by the window. As we continued chatting and kissing I spotted a friend of my husband's watching us. I didn't care. You were everything I had hoped for. You said you would like me to be your girlfriend. By the end of the evening I was practically sitting in your lap. All too soon it was time to get you back to the station to catch the last train home. During the next week we plotted and planned what we would do at the weekend. we both searched the net for a b&b for you to stay at. we had a good time that following weekend. soon I was making regular trips to visit you at your flat. We became lovers, you were my first new lover for 20 years. I could spend hours listening to you talk, especially about your passions (your son and your favourite music). I melted when you touched me but when you kissed me I just wanted to be one with you. That feeling was so good. I hadn't realised anyone could make me feel like that. As the weeks went by you would try to prove to me that I meant more to you than just sex. Now I know that, that is all I was to you, sex !! otherwise you would not have gone off and met another woman within weeks. I now know that I was stupid to let you keep coming back to me every few weeks when you were fed up with her. If it was me you really wanted which you always said I was.........you would not have kept going off with her.

I thought you had taught me a lesson..............not to give away my heart too easily, I now know that I had not learnt that lesson so well as I did it again this year.

aching

submerging into the soft white bubbles
the warm water feels so good
but before long the unyeilding hardness
becomes too much for these aching limbs to bear.
Standing now under the cascade of hot water
massaging the shampoo into my hair
knowing that these trembling legs
won't be able to stand for long
wrapping the soft creammy towel
around my wet flesh
crawling back to my bed
where my pillow feels like concrete
to my tender face
my bruised and battered bones feeling
every lump and bump in the mattress
if only a deep sleep would come
but each time I drift off it is to thoughts
of titles for stories or for part numbers
that are a large part of my working day
my glands seemingly like peach stones
painfully keeping sleep at bay
at least now the general ache in my
arms and legs has lessened
but still my hips and upper thighs
take on the agony of a good kicking
still maybe soon I shall find
relief in a deep slumber

suddenly

suddenly I find we are chatting for hours at a time
suddenly he wants to chat to me every day
I do not seek him out
I make it clear I am chatting to others at the same time
I do not flirt
I do not encourage
he does not leave until after
I have said goodbye


suddenly he is not chatting
we were in contact virtually every day
sometimes for hours
I thought he lost interest
but suddenly there he was chatting unexpectedly
a quick chat just before work
again not expected
now no word for about a week

suddenly he says hi
we go for a couple of weeks in silence
then there he is chatting
I know he will request
a visit from me his lover
he was too busy when I needed him
I tell him I am busy editing my story
he tells me to hurry
I tell him tomorrow will be
a long and tiring day
he is gone not even a goodnight

I am woken by his reply
an email saying to see him I want
he will see if he is available
a smile and a twinkle in my eye
on him I can count
we don't need constant contact
can pick up where we left off
he knows me and my desires
he can fuck me so well



update

within minutes of posting this I was in the bathroom getting ready for work. when I returned to my room Neptune had been online trying to say hello until he gave up realising I was not at my computer. so he is still around.

tonight as I was at the end of my writing class I got a text from Oxo wanting to see me tonight. I have not replied I am not well. I have a fever and ache all over. At first I thought I had over done it at the gym but no I had cut my session short as I wasn't feeling too great. I tried to sleep when I got home until it was time to go to my class. It was a real struggle to force myself to leave my bed. I sat in my class feeling really bad, I remembered the sneezing fits and sore throat when I was at work. It was pure torture to sit in that class for 2 hours when I just wanted to curl up in my bed. When I got home I shooed the kids out of my room. (we are currently down to one computer which is the one in my room). Dosed myself up and pulled my duvet up over my head. Now I am very hot even though there has been no heating on since 4.30pm my glands are up on my neck and I feel crap. I have to wait another hour before I can take any more pain killers. I will explain to Oxo tomorrow why I didn't reply, tonight he would have thought I was making excuses.
strange, as I am writing this I saw Neptune sign in but he hasn't stopped to say hi !

Oh well...................... these men they are such strange creatures!!

constructive critisisms

Thank you to everyone who has given me their constructive comments on my homework. I have made some changes but rather than posting the new version on here..........I don't really want two versions of the same story on the same page I shall post it over on Kindred. Perhaps at a later stage I shall create a new blog altogether for my stories.

evil man !!

today I went back to the gym.....I hadn't been since thursday. I had intended to go on saturday but was too ill with my headache. I was feeling better yesterday and did think about going but decided it was probably best to leave it until today. This was not a case of putting off today what I can leave until tomorrow. I knew I would be put through my paces today so thought it best to save myself until then.

3.30pm was the time of my appointment..........I left work a little later than normal and arrived at 3.20pm I told the girl on reception that I was meeting PT. once I was changed into my shorts t-shirt and trainers I wandered out of the changingroom deciding that as the small gym was empty I would just hop onto the weighing scales before making my way back downstairs. there was PT wandering around moving equipment I asked if he was my PT it turned out that he was. we sat on the black leather sofas discussing what I want to achieve. we started with some cardio excercise on the treadmill.......I thought I had been working quite hard on there upping the speed and incline each time. But PT made me work even harder. he kept producing this sheet with levels of fair, fairly hard, quite hard, hard and very hard. (keep your minds out of the gutter this is serious). he kept changing the speed and asking if it was quite hard or hard. after 6 minutes of quite hard I had to do 2 minutes of hard followed by 2 minutes of fairly hard repeating this until I had done a total of 18 minutes next it was downstairs to the bigger gym.....lots more people in there.

he got me to climb onto a cycle machine bt he had to lower the seat as it was far to high for my short legs. again that flippin sheet of varying hardness. Now its five mintes of quite hard followed by 5 minutes of 20 seconds hard 10 easy 20 hard 10 easy. By now I could feel the drips sliding down the side of my face. He said I must be working hard as I wasn't chatting very much anymore. next he led me back upstairs only I didn't notice that there was a step down before the stairs. I stepped down further than I expected and almost fell over but managed to keep on my unsteady feet. back in the small gym there was no one else there. floor excercises next.

oh he is so evil.
he had me lying on my back feet a few inches apart. buttocks clenched hips raised keep clenching and hold steady.....this was hard for me then I couldn't believe he even expected me to lift one leg and hold it out straight and hold for 10 seconds. flip that I could barely hold my position with both feet on the floor. Ouch this really hurt.....but give him his due he got me to do it and hen repeat 3 times on each leg.....it actually got easier each time.
but the next excercise was a cinch.......lying on my back feet inches apart hips raised buttocks clenched hold for count of 10 then slowly down repeat 10 times......I didn't tell him this was very similar to something I practice a lot but not usually on my own ;-)

next he had me on all fours (now now ) but then going down onto my elbows and moving my knees back and my hips forward so that I was just inches from the floor, well with my stomach it was almost on the floor. drawing my stomach muscles into my spine hold position to count of 20 and repeat 10 times. once was enough!!!

as if he hadn't done enough it was now lie on your side knees stacked feet stacked lift hips off ground and hold position.....hes mad...how in hell does he expect me to lift my bulk off the floor without using my arms to push up. but I managed it and repeated 3 times on each side or was it 5 times on each side. now I cant remember what eveil he had for me next.

perhaps it was the ball. the purple one was too big for me I couldn't sit on it with my feet flat on the floor so I have to remember its the green ball for me. he wants me to do crunchies oh good but is chocolate a good idea.....no not crunchies, crunches. right sit straight and let feet walk forward as my body moves down the ball then hands on temple.......is this so I can check pulse? move ribcage towards hips...what the fuck does he mean ? ah right sit ups folding inthe middle I get it now.......the more I do the better I get at it yippeee I did it right eventually. next he wants me to lay across the ball face down.....does he realise how much of me there is in the front.
ok so I have my feet against the wall and I'm in position now I have to lift my torso up but keep my chin tucked in. I was doing well until I was reminded about my chin.

we finish off with another excercise with me sitting on the green ball but holding another smaller heavier ball above one shoulder briging it down at an angle to the side of my other knee as though chopping wood. Boy did that ball get heavier by the time we were finished. oh an while we were working who should come in but the eye candy from the other day, they spoke to each other about a social event they had been too. Apparently eye candy is also a member of staff at the gym so I shall probably see more of him.

anyway my PT was so evil he twisted my arm until I submitted to his request he takes me through this all over again next monday!! he is going to think up some more evil to torture me with and next week i get diagrams too!!!

I can't wait lol

happy birthday

I am late I have been remiss. I have not been a very good friend so just to make up for missing your day.





HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOR YESTERDAY WAYNECOFF