How can half an hour last all day?

How can half an hour last at least a whole day? Easy when its half an hour with Mr V. I text him yesterday morning to say I was at home alone and a little later he phones and we chat a bit, he tells me he is being sent to Peterborough. I act surprised and ask questions. He is cool with it and says he has been expecting it for ages and is lucky as it could have been worse it could have been Wales or Scotland. He'll get a car and commute everyday and it will all be fine. I can't see how he can do the hours he does now and still fit everything in including his priority of the seeing the children. I am pleased he told me though. We make tentative arrangements for lunch time. The hours speed by as I do my roots, tidy the house and choose the basque I want to wear for him. I unbolt the gate in the garden and choose the music for the stereo...I feel like a proper mistress/unfaithful wife and wonder if the neighbours have cottoned on, I hope not.

He phones me as he leaves work to say he won't be able to be long as he is expecting conference calls. We have a chatty, jokey conversation and when he says to put on the computer so we can look at porn I tell him no we are not wasting time with all that.

Its so exciting knowing this gorgeous man is coming to see me and there is the car pulling up and I go across and give him the parking permit. There he is all neat, neat beard all trimmed, beautiful eyes and all perfect and available for me.

He comes into house and suddenly its not my house but his kingdom and I am his subject. The minutes stretch as we do wonderfully exciting and sexy things to each other. Lots of slappings and tweakings and bitings this time although he says to tell him when to stop. He loves finding the basque underneath my boring black top, he gets so excited which in turn makes me excited. He loves me licking him while holding and rubbing his cock, I get him to spit on my hands and the excitement of this dirty unhibited sex is just sooo good.

Although my descriptions are graphic I've done this to illustrate the trust there is between us during these times its like nothing I have ever known and I guess its taken a while to build up this trust and know we are okay with each other during these times. God I love that man when he is with me doing this stuff making me feel desirable and wanted and sexy.

After he chats a bit as he cleans himself up and then he is gone again leaving the marks and throbs on my body. I eat lunch and have a nap and go off to a meeting but all the time I can still feel where he has been, I even smell of him and his scent and marks are on me, I am his slut, his woman.

I meet Jayne for coffee and buy a top reduced, go home and get ready to go out. We meet at Linda's where I am quite content to just sit and chat but as Jayne says Linda doesn;t get out much so we toddle off to the good old Railway where its sort of okay. Kyle's friend Steve comes over and starts chatting and I do something I can't remember what but suddenly he is over me like a rash. I know I started it but its strange seeing the instant results.

We all chat and dance and then get bored. I've given the girls a blow by blow account of the afternoon and he is still on my mind and I can feel where he has been, bruise coming up on my arm although I have no idea how I got that. I see Mrs V who says hello and once again I am fixated with her and find myself staring at every opportunity and wondering what is the connection, the similarity? I smile to myself that I've had him today so suck on that.

We wait ages for a taxi and I tell some bloke about how lovely sex is and that it can last for ages what with the anticipation and the afterglow, he gets all turned on and I ask him to eat olives with me. Its so easy its boring. I send Mr V a text saying I've conducted a survey and most men take between 2 and 10 minutes so I won't moan about his quick ones in future which at the minimum take half an hour.

Thats how half an hour can last a whole day. Time actually spent with him was approximately 45 minutes but time spent in anticipation and afterwards thinking is all bloody day long.