Just after writing last blog we started texting again and he quickly asked if I wanted to meet up and if so would it be car or hotel? This was a turn up for the books as I didn't expect to meet with him till next weekend but being one to seize the moment I said hotel and went into full pampering and planning mode, legs shaved, toenails painted jobby.
R seemed to be everwhere I went and as V had said it was my turn to book this week and he would take care of next week it was hard to book the hotel. Eventually sitting in the car I booked a day's use of the H near the airport, pretending I was meeting buisness colleagues.
I love the build ups to our meetings, driving along the motorway, pulling into hotel and collecting the key, finding the room whilst telephoning him with the room number and then barely inside the room before he is there and I am in his arms and he is kissing me with rising passion.
I love being kissed by him and there was a time today when we just kissed and kissed and kissed, deeply and with a slow warm passion, not all rough and hard like we often do but gently but exploring and oh so lovely and it just went on for ages....mmmmm
The sex as always was good. He is just so strong and when I look up at him and his gorgeous body as he is thrusting into me well it just feels all so good.
Different positions and this time he did the anal sex which I have to say was bloody tight and hurt like hell at first and then felt very wierd and I was worried I was going to poo everyway but have now come to the conclusion you have to keep trying these things to see if you like it so will probably try again...felt virginal all over again though and did bleed a bit.
He did seem a bit distant today and in my own insecurity I assumed he was getting bored with having sex with me but it turned out he had rowed with Her and the constant texting and stuff plus discussions with his mates about whether to go out tonight to extremely expensive night club did not help.
He started to reply to a text and I could clearly see what he was writing which said something like 'how do you feel. I feel weird and my heart aches....' Now before I would have pretended I did not see it and stewed over that text but now I just said who are you sending this text to? The discussion which followed was when he said about their row and that she had gone off to her sisters and he was now having to send 'this crap to get her back'....to be honest I was not sure if I believed him and wondered if there was another person to whom he was sending texts to but he reassured me that it was her....anyway the upshot was that he got out of bed and left early to meet her in 'tescos'....why tescos? If you live together why not meet at home?
Sooo a funny afternoon really. The sex was good, the chats in between were good with me asking him about experiences of racism and is confidence which he says is not good and whether he likes being him which he says he does and the little rest, just lying there cuddling till he starts to get hard again ....all good, just the doubt that this liar for that is what he is is probably or possibly lying to me as well.
We've text since then and it all seems fine.
I went to a Rod Steward lookalike last night exhausted but we had a table so was able to sit down, Jayne had to cope with bloody Bondy walking in with someone he said was just a good friend only from the bar Linda and I saw him stick his tongue down her throat....Jayne did not see that thank good ness. She coped really well, stayed sober and even looked like she was enjoying herself. I know just how much hard work that would have been.
I have to say that the girl Bondy was with is much younger and prettier than Jayne who is older and I guess thats the appeal. We are getting older now and have to acknowledge that. Maybe we need to look for the older man ourselves.
Just remembered there was a horrible bloke in the pub last night who thought it was funny if he flicked his lighter against his girlfriends hand burning her....I went up and asked her if she was alright and spent the rest of the night sending him hate thoughts and really wanting to throw something at him the bastard. grrrr
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