Keeping a diary is really an excellent way of getting yourself to write everyday and also keeping your memories for future reference.
Modesty has some great diaries over on her site. I would really recommend them. She’s had (and is having) a fascinating life and is a excellent writer too. Very entertaining reading for everyone.
I wanted to add the next installment from my 1997 diaries. So I looked through my original hand written pages and unfortunately found a torn out gap between the last episode and the entries that followed.
Having thrown my memory back to that summer/autumn I suddenly realiased that the pages are probably missing as a couple of years ago I plucked that entry out to transcribe for this very sensitive and taboo post.
Anyhow, the last 18 months has been quite harsh and things have only just got back on course for me. Which means I am not sure if it would be a good idea to go delving into that crazy period I went through. Not at the moment. This is due to a few reasons. I am still healing and once the diaries move away from Al they cover a very painful period that involved my kids dad. Then move on to the time I first ever met my man. So I need to decide how much I want to explore. That is a job for another day.
However, you guys can catch up if you want. I will list the episodes I have written up so far on this blog, but in order of them occurring in real life.
Back to 1997
Then what happened next shocked me a bit but I did remind myself that I want dirty sex so shouldn’t have been too surprised – I knew that the possibility of getting it was one of the things that attracted me to him.
He continued by proceeded to inquire what I was wearing. I had my blue and white slip dress on and told him. It was at that point that it became clear to me what was going on – PHONE SEX!
Deciding I would take things into my own hands. I mounted him and began performing the cowgirl dance. Stretching, grinding, breasts bouncing, bum cheeks soft and inviting for his hands to spank.
Then back here everything is absolutely great. Maybe it would have continued to be so if I’d “come” and given you a blow job.
He replied that I’d gone the wrong way about it by hitting him. But in hindsight by doing that I gave him the perfect excuse to just get up and leave quickly.
Opening some beer they started to make passes. I was immediately out of my seat. Soon Jane did the same and they started grumbling that they had travelled a long way to see us and expected a little more hospitality.
He was quite touchy with me, complimented me in that casual way he has. I had actually made sure I wasn’t very dressed up. Not wanting to be seen as trying too hard.
My knickers were off in a jiffy and stuffed in my pocket. Long gypsy skirt hitched around my waist as he attempted to fuck me standing up; you know like in the movie Quadrophenia.
This is not the end of Al by any means. There is more and I will probably return to the diaries in the future. I can always wimp out and omit the bits I am not keen on raking over.
If you want to read an amusing tale – with lots of my British sense of humour try this one…