7 0'clock on Saturday not long after last post I get a rather drunken phone call from Robo telling me all about their afternoon watching football and getting drunk. He tells me he has been thrown in a bush and is covered in grass stains which he is worried will not come out of the pink teeshirt he has borrowed from a friend.
I can hear lots of shouting and laughing in the background as he tells me my voice sounds different but that he could listen to it all day.
A few minutes later I get a text from Mr V asking me what I am doing tonight? I immediately become suspicious that this is some kind of joint set up between him and Robo and just reply nothing to which he askes if I want to meet up. My cynical suspicous monitor goes into overdrive especially when he askes me or rather tells me to pick him up from near the pub where he is with his friends and of course Robo.
However I go and slightly early determined to get the car into a spot where I can see who might be coming so if there is any funny buisness I can drive off. He comes loping into view, slightly drunk and slurry but incredibly cute. As we drive off he tries to make conversation by asking what I've been up to twice and when I reply that he is not much of a conversationalist he replies that he can be but not with me because he fears me getting into his mind and prizing things open and anaylsing him which I tell him that his secrecy makes me anaylyse him anyway.
We drive to the garden and its just getting dark and then follows the most intense, passionate and rough sex. Even though he is drunk his power and strenghth is awesome and slightly frightening especially when getting him to stop sometimes takes me some time and I think he thinks I don't mean it except I do as sometimes he actually hurts me inside when he is so deep and hard.
All positions possible inside a small car are carried out and he wants me to call him a dirty fucking nigger which would be funny but that the time he just gets so turned on by it and kisses me so passionately I think my head will explode. We end up out of the car with a rug on the bonnet and me spread over with him entering me from behind...I can see his hand come down to caress my breast and I am so turned on and aching and used and feeling everything from the warmth of his skin on mine to admiring his muscles in his arms and his slim torso as he pounds inside me.
Afterwards when we stand up I can feel the soft rain on our hot hot skins and the night feels wonderfully soft and glowing with the moonlight.
He is tired then and droopy and cute and I like seeing this much more relaxed man that the sharp, careful man I am used to. He actually gets me to drive him home although he jokes about me stalking him and being a bunny boiler. He also talks about how he'll be in the spare room and I get the feeling that he is generally there or at least in the dog house. He seems reluctant to move although he keeps saying he is gone he stays there, all soft and relaxed and chats gently about this and that. He kisses me several times and holds my hand and its these moments I love and will cherish as much if not more than the sex.
The next day we have several text conversations and he asks me why I keep coming back to him and asks me to be honest so I reply that he excites me, his body turns me on, he is clever and intelligent , that I still don't know him and he intrigues me and that underneath that brash exterior I think there is a good person and he loves his kids so its all good.
I ask him the same question and say he cannot say just a good fuck and he replies that I'm funny, clever, adventerous, got a strong mind and a good fuck. I'm pleased with this response and tell him thats the nicest thing he has said to me.
We text again later in the evening and although a lot is sexual there is real feelings of affection within those texts and I feel very good. I sort of feel the relationship has moved on slightly although niether of us would admit to being in love or anything like that it is different from the first January time. I feel he cares about me and likes being in my company.
Having said all that I know that he is just the type to clamp down on any feelings he may have and resist being involved or attached he is not the sort to want to be dependent. His only area of weakness are his kids and no woman is going to make him feel vulnerable...although I feel I am getting close.
As to money...I've arranged for an egg loan which goes in on Wednesday and I slept badly last night as I feel my financial situation spiralling out of control. Off to bank in a moment to pay in 250 that Richard has loaned me in the hope it will be enough till Wednesday.
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