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Another self indulgent post - a few of my fa-vourite thiiings!
Posted:Jul 8, 2021 10:17 pm
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2021 9:32 pm
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It kinda slapped a few days ago that it’s been a year and a half since we’ve been home. Granted, this (where I’m currently at) was home before we moved years ago, but….damn. That fact doesn’t as hard until I look out and really really miss being nude in the sun. It a few days ago when I was cleaning. I have a routine where it’s laundry and then the house at the same time, and this is usually done nude. We have the luxury of privacy back home, and it OS possible here too, but there’s only so much you can take from nosey neighbours. .

Also, there’s only so much you can “not care” with what you do here. I suppose the environment DOES mould you, as much as you want to not let you. The other day I was alone and needed to take the recycling bin down. I threw on a top and shorts and just went down. And sometimes I still marvel at how uncomfortable people can get with nipples. Ok. Maybe the top I wore was a bit loose, but still. Some people really made it awkward.

Lastly, I miss sitting and lazing along an empty beach. Nothing like being alone, naked on the sand, breathing in the ocean wind. Fuck I miss home. 😊
I also like anal sex. Ok, quite a jump but bear with me. I was trying to explain to a friend how I like it (we were talking about fetishes, and how some people like what they like, and I told her how I’m not surprised at what some people like anymore, and the topic of licking ass came up).

So yeah, she was wrenching at the idea, and I kinda blurred out how I like it. Lol. And then had some trouble putting my feelings to words what I like about it. I guess I just like something up my ass. Lol. Especially if “something” is attached to someone I’m attracted to, and if that someone is breathing heavy in my ear, or biting into my neck or shoulder. And even better if I have another someone below that I’m riding at the same time…. Okay. Getting a bit carried away. But anyhow. There we go. Some random things I felt like getting out.
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The birthday issue. Or is it the pussy issue?
Posted:Jul 3, 2021 11:40 pm
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2021 9:31 pm
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Ok. This is long overdue. This was supposed to be posted the birthday week but, you know how it is. 🤷🏼

The birthday.
I tried to get another girl to come over in the evening for the bf’s birthday dinner but I couldn’t get anyone. To be fair, I only really wanted one person so I asked and she wasn’t available. She’s a good friend of mine and we haven’t seen each other in ages but she felt it was kinda awkward so I left it at that. But anyhow, back to the bf’s birthday.

I even tried hiring someone. 😣. I reached out to a friend of mine, who is….rather familiar with social services here and he put me in touch with a contact and bam, I managed to get someone. After a few back and forth, we agreed terms (sounds so damn formal it was killing the vibe, actually). She looked good, and sounded nice over the phone so everything looked promising at the time, but I had asked her to meet me once a day before the very evening. I really wanted to make sure the vibe and energy was good between us but she refused, and then ghosted me. She just reassured me that she will see us at our place on the agreed date. I kinda let it sit for awhile before deciding to cancel on her cos the whole thing just get weird. All I wanted was to make sure things wouldn’t be awkward. But oh well.

So anyhow. The whole birthday thing was a disaster. I had ordered dinner to be delivered to our place that evening. So that was settled. In the day, he suggested we’d go cycling. I was under the impression we weren’t going to be cycling for long cos this guy teaches spin classes. I mean, who the fuck decides to go ride a bike on his day off from riding stationary bikes?!? But anyways. 😣

I wore a bikini top and shorts, thinking we were only gonna be cycling for a short while. I left everything at home - phone, wallet, I didn’t even bring along a water bottle. He assured me he googled a good route, so he led. In my head, we’d be cycling for an hour, max. Took us 5 fucking hours before we got home again. We kept going in one direction, detoured a little, ran into construction halfway where his “googled route” was supposed to be, then had to double back….it was a fucking nightmare. I was dehydrated, burnt, and worst of all, bicycle seats in shorts without padding, will make your pussy ache in all the not so good ways. It fucking hurts is what I’m saying. 😣

By the time we got back, I was so pissed, and my Pusey felt hammered. And NOT in any good way. It was literally bruised. Add that to being tired, burnt, dehydrated. Needless to say, there was zero action for the next two days. So yeah, after all that planning, there was no birthday sex. 😑

He DID apologise and gave me a gift (the irony of it didn’t slip me by😝) to try and appease me, although I’m pretty sure he only did it for the make up sex. Aaaand I’m not exactly ashamed to admit it worked. Lol. Two days later though. But still. We ended up in a strange role play where I was a drill sergeant figure, barking at him and making do push ups and squats nude, all the while playing with his balls and jerking him off. It was a bit odd for me cos I actually haven’t done that before, but he fucking loved it. Im guessing we’ll do that more often…?

Anyhow. That was the birthday issue. Not much to crow about, but a BIG lesson learnt - always, ALWAYS cycle in padded cycling shorts. It may look like you’ve got oversized pads on, but gawd damn do they spare your pussy some pounding.
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Birthday Bang
Posted:Jun 17, 2021 9:43 pm
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2021 9:30 pm
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Or is that birthday sex if it involves persons? Is it officially called a bang only when there’re more bodies involved? 🤓. Either way, who came up with that? Birthday sex. I guess special day sex? Special sex? Hmm…

The bf’s birthday is next week and I’m wondering that. I mean, does it HAVE be special sex? Like special how? I swear I’m running out of ideas. Is that even expected? We just spent a whole day last week doing…not much but fuc I mean, he started the day setting the tone…I woke up to him….uh…hang on. He woke me up, and I mean literally caused me to jolt up, with his head between my thighs. I almost kicked him in the head. Lol. Took me a good few seconds to realise what the fuck was going on before I could settle back and enjoy the ride. Which I did. 😋.

We spent the whole day fucking. Not one long session, but many time throughout the day, is what I meant. Some of it was passionate, a few were rough, some sweet, and some were just…matter-of-fact. Like he’d come up behind me in the kitchen, rub himself on me to get me just excited enough, then fuck me from behind, cum on my ass then, disappear back into the living room. I put a shirt on twice that day, when I had video calls. Even then, I managed to walk over in between each call, get him hard enough so I could ride him til I came, then went back into the room for my second call. Lol

But anyhow, I digress. His birthday, and the idea of birthday sex. I guess I can understand how it’s supposed to be special, but how though. Hmm…I’m gonna have to come up with something. We’ve both taken a day off, we just haven’t decided what we’re doing yet. It CAN get a bit stressful, right? The weight of expectations and all that.
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Nothing ever turns out as expected -_-
Posted:Jun 5, 2021 4:34 am
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2021 9:29 pm
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Let's start with what I expected go well but didn't. I brought lube a date. That, in itself, should pretty much guarantee a good time. LOL
It's a long overdue date too. It was a second date with JA and we've been trying to set it for over a month. through the time we took to set our d the texts have gone back and forth and he's been telling these things he'd like do and vive versa, so the tension has been building .

So one Tuesday morning, we met close 10am. It was supposed be earlier but I had sort out the bf first and that took awhile longer than planned. . Anyhow. As with JA, we met at a ferry terminal and actually had take a ferry a nearby island just try keep our rendezvous secret. Naturally, it was all his planning so I didn't know exactly what we'd be doing specifically, but I've been....craving some rear end attention and was fully prepped use this date try and satisfy that. I mean, that is literally why we were meeting - satisfy each others' needs. I even made it a point wear short denim shorts, no underwear, a string bikini top and a loosely fitted white tank top over. I mean, dress the part, right?

When we got there, the place was packed. Who'd have thought, right? But it was. So we adapted - forgo our hike, rented bicycles to cover greater ground, find us a quiet spot for some public action (what he wanted and had planned for). Then of course, we kept searching for an ideal spot and find that those spots already had a ton of people hanging around. So after cycling for about an hour, on bumpy dirt tracks, my legs were achy, and my back was tired. We improvised again - we rented kayaks LOL. Paddled out towards the sea but got screamed at to come back in, s owe paddled upstream instead. Now, this was a surprise. It was actually really good fun. But paddling was also hard work, and we were both getting baked in the sun. We finally found a spot quiet enough by some trees so he could stand on the kayak, and hold on to a branch so he won't lose balance. He then asked if he could jerk off and at least cum on my face. Now, I generally like facials. I do. But by that stage I was dehydrated, hot and my clothes were soaked through from sweat. And of course I said yes.

He pulled his pants down, one had walking off, the other holding on to the branch for balance, eyes darting back and forth checking if there was anyone watching. It was the funniest fucking thing I've actually seen in a long time. He looked like a fucking meerkat. LOL. I was playing with his balls a bit and literally laughing so hard the kayak shook, then without warning, he leaned in an shot his load on my face. Well, a small part hit my forehead, and the rest landed in my hair, and on my tank top. I rinsed it out but had to wear it all the way back to the main island -_-

When we got back to his car, I had all but given up. I was tired, and fairly burnt so I told him to drive me back to my place. Surprisingly, he agreed. When he got to the carpark, he offered to at least get me off but I declined, so now officially, he owes me one. The next d it's my turn get off his expense. At least that much was agreed. I got home, cleaned , and at the very least, got a fairly good massage from the bf that night. Wasn't lost.

A few weekends ago I went over a good friend's place for dinner. She's a really dear friend of mine but she went through a fairly pleasant divorce (as far as divorces go) and, well, I guess it her a bit hard. He ex husband and her still get really well. He gets with too and we used ...swing together. We've only ever got together once before, which is surprising considering how many parties we've attended together, but anyway. Since her divorce, she's really delved deep into her..... liking for army boys. It's never been my thing (I think they all stink. And they do ) but it's hers and she's happy, so I'm happy. She drifted away since her split (there was also one incident when I met with her ex husband his birthday last year and the husband and I had him over for the night, but that's another story.) So fair to say, we've had a rather complicated friendship/relationship) so when she dropped a not earlier that week, of course I met with her.

She had asked if I wanted join her for a walk through one of the parks one morning, so when I actually met her, she was already surrounded by a group of 5 army boys. I use the term boy cos, that's literally what they were. 19-21 year-olds. I was a little thrown off by their presence but my friend seemed like their company so we ended walking together. Apparently there was a unit run before and they had chatted my friend and I thought they were sweet accompanying us, especially after they had their run. Anyhow, we did our hike and all left. That weekend, she asked go over cos she was having a few of them over for dinner. Like a wing person. I haven't done any of that for a while now but ran with it as a favour her.

I also told the bf to go over if I didn't cal or textl him by a certain time. To be safe, right? I was a bit hesitant of the whole thing but kind of warmed it and by the time I got her place, I was giddy with excitement. LOL

I got there earlier, or course, and found out that she had already fucked one of them. Let's just call them guys A, B, & C. She was planning on fucking guy B that evening and my role was keep guys A (who she had already banged) and C away from her. We ordered food (which sucked) and I seem be the only one really appreciating the wine. I was all resigned playing babysitter when my friend and guy B disappeared into the room but admittedly, the conversation with the two others was going quite well. Guy C was particularly funny. He had the whole geeky/funny thing going and it was quite sweet. It was working on a little, I had admit.

So when guy A went after my friend, I waited a few minutes see if there was commotion, and there wasn't, so I left it. Guy C then moved in and I don't really know how, he was already kneeling on the floor, his head my skirt. Now, at this point, I should add - 19year-olds can't eat pussy save their lives. LOL

I was literally thinking, what ARE you doing down there. before I could react and direct, he went straight for my ass. I was now slouched back the dining chair, my legs held , many pushed a side, and he was tonguing my ass furiously. No...finesse whatsoever, but damn he made it with enthusiasm. The husband, bf, JA, fwb, Mr Greek.... eat asses. Mr Greek is still top spot, but damn this boy was by far, the most enthusiastically hungry. LOL

BUT! Enthusiasm can only get you that far. After a few minutes I told him to stop, strip, thrown rubber on and fuck in the other bedroom. I should also point out, at this point, 19year old dick is..hard. . Dicks get hard. But that 19-21 year old dicks, they get HARD. Now I'm in the spare bedroom the edge of the bed, guy C furiously Smalling that hard dick into , and I'm trying enjoy it cos his rhythm is over the fucking place, when my friend show at the door, fully nude, pushing also a fully nude guy A into the room. She just winked at and I got it. She wants alone time. At this point, I'm like, ok. Two literally, rock solid dicks ins't that bad a night, be honest. I just had take charge if I really wanted enjoy them. So I did.

I had guy C lay the bed while I sucked him off while I had guy A fuck from behind. his credit, guy A had better rhythm so...that at least was enjoyable. I also told them specifically to cum when they came. They seemed like the directing so that was good. With no prior warning, guy C grabbed his own dick and jerked off my face. Again, it wasn't the....most enjoyable, but the sheer load of it was definitely enjoyable. I then rode guy A til I came, cos I figured that's the only way I'd cum with these awkward yet enthusiastic thrusting. He came before I did, but I just kept riding him til I did. I climbed off him and was pleasantly surprised see guy C slipping another rubber. The beauty of youth

We went back missionary by the edge of the bed when that frantic thrusting actually got off. I came twice, one quickly after there other. I felt another one coming, like felt it rising inside, building when he pulled out, ripped the rubber out and came my belly. I actually got him tongue my ass again while I played with guy A again. This round was a myriad of different positions, like he was going through his library to see how many he can get off. LOL. I actually tried to get guy C in my ass but they didn't work out so I ended riding both of them again before slumping off on the bed. I almost fell asleep too but the bf had called so I told him to wait while I cleaned and left. My friend thew of them out as we left, and refused give them my number. LOL

I actually wanted thank them (LO but of course I didn't. I also heard for the first time, the term milfilicous. LOL
Fucking army boys and their terms. They've been calling my friend but I think she's done with them. LOL
I actually feel a bit sorry for them, buuuut not sorry enough let them call . Thankfully I didn't give out my number.

But yeah, I wasn't planning getting any that night but it turned out be fun. The d I had alll kinds of naughty/nasty things planned, but that didn't turn out. Ah well.
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Fucking on a first date. That's ok right? :P Asking for a friend...
Posted:Apr 3, 2021 10:07 pm
Last Updated:Jun 5, 2021 2:28 am
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It's been a weird weekend. I've been feeling like having some alone time so this morning, I kinda sent the husband to the driving range and the bf had a few classes to teach so I took today off from everything just to be with myself. God knows I've been craving for some alone time. I think it was exacerbated by me having to work late last night. Nothing like a work late into Saturday night to make you want some alone time Gives me time to blog, at least

Anyhow. Back to this entry. I had an impromptu date on Thursday night with JA. I met him almost a year ago now, on one fine afternoon when I was feeling...particularly slutty. I had certainly dressed the part, and had gone to Mr Greek's restaurant to for him. It was the tail end of lunch crowd the time so I was sitting on my own in a corner and this guy approached me as I was walking to the bathroom. He wasn't the cutest guy, but I was feeling really, really slutty at the time so we ended up swapping numbers. That was about a year ago. So since then, we've just ben texting each other off and on, and we do have some pretty good text conversations (that must be a thing...right? ). Back story is, he's married with two . He knows married, but other than that, our conversations have not delved deeper into that part of each other's lives. So...our date

I had to go into the office on Friday (even though it was a public holiday. You know...work -_- ) so the plan was to go in late morning, after the and be gone by early evening. But the was a washout. It was crowded as fuck . So I left the earlier and was sulking downstairs with another friend when some guy came by and tapped me on the shoulder. It took me a few minutes before I realised it was JA. Now, we ever physically met each other the first time when he took my , but when I realised it was him, it felt like we were old friends. I went up and hugged him and we ended chatting after my friend had left. I was about to head into the office when he actually asked if I wanted to meet him for dinner at night. Without thinking, I agreed. He agreed to swing by my office to pick me up. Of course I had to change plans. I went back home, packed a nice dress, told the husband that I'd be home late, then went into the office closer to evening.

We met up about 8pm, he bothered to dress up, which is always nice. Drove out of our way to a corner of the island for a quiet dinner, which was expected, considering his...situation (It must be what he thought mine was too, but anyhow), having to be secretive and all. It didn't occur to me fully at that point, but I was talking to the husband and the bf about it on Saturday, and it had dawned on me that I was already prepping to have sex that night. I wore a push up bra a wraparound dress with no panties on. We went to a place that had barbecue, which was a fucking disaster cs our clothes stank after, but the seats and tables were low. So all through the night I caught hm just staring down my dress. To be fair, the table beside us had few boys who were also doing the same . LOL

Like I said, we were barely in there for half an hour but we kinda stank of smoked food, which isn't a great smell. I kept complaining about it when we got back to his car and he offered his place for us to shower and freshen up. He was also trying to on his wine collection. I didn't decline . On the drive back to his place, he leaned in for a kiss and playfully tugged the knot holding my dress together. I returned the favour by tugging his shirt but tugged a bit too hard and a few buttons came flying loose. LOL. He then pulled harder and my dress opened up and we both saw that I was already leaving a wet spot on his seat. This prompted his hands to slide between my thighs, which caused the car to swerve slightly. So we stopped by the side of the road on the expressway, would the windows back up and I, rather embarrassingly quickly, was on my knees and crouched over him and had his dick already in my mouth. Before the car even stopped. He was caressing my back and my ass while I was sucking on his dick when he suddenly pulled me up and told me he was close to cumming. LOL

We drove back to his place and i gave him another short blowjob in the elevator going up. I didn't bother tying my dress back up and let him lead me back to his place. He couldn't stop giggling like a , which I actually found funny, and he told me what a slut I was, but it came out as a question. LOL. His actual words were, "How are you such a slut?" I was laughing a little too hard at first, but told him that if he wanted to that, then he better fuck like a slut. I thought that was quite witty of .. But I digress. LOL

This is the part where I actually find my self surprising myself. If that makes sense.

It felt strange fucking in someone else's home. Like hotel rooms are so different. But this was a home. We didn't get far, he bent me over his coffee table by his couch and ate my ass . (This caught off guard. I wasn't expecting this on a first date. Heheh...) He was tongue fucking quite nicely when he suddenly stopped and pulled away. I turned back and saw him fumbling around his bag. Without hesitating, I grabbed my handbag, dug out a pack of condoms and threw them at him. He had of shock/surprise first but didn't take long before slapping it on and slamming in from behind. The first thing that was the smell. Well, not first thing. The first thing was him slamming into me. But the smell of a home. Like I could smell scents that are homely. Anyhow. I got flipped onto my back on the coffee table and he was pressing into me with my ankles on his shoulder, grunting into my ear. The rhythm was weird, but it was frantic. The harder he slammed into me, the louder I moaned. Which prompted him to increase his already frantic pace. I haven't yet but was enjoying it when he came. He shuddered a little and slumped onto me.

We were both still breathing hard when he pulled away and slumped onto his couch. I could see his chest was shiny from the sweat we both worked up. I got up, moved a toy from the floor and knelt in from of him. I pulled the rubber off his semi hard dick and was stroking it. I played with his balls a little and felt him stiffening up after a few minutes. I Leaned in to lick the inside of his thighs and moved up to his balls, and was slapped by the smell of his skin, sweat, rubber, and probably a mixture of my own juices. This smell went into overdrive when he held my head in place while he shoved the tip of his dick to the back of my throat. I had a nose full of pubic hair and that was surprisingly a turn on. He reached for the box of rubber again when I got up, went to the window, held on to the window sill and stuck my ass into the air. He didn't hesitate. It's during these times that I really like feeling balls slapping my ciit.

I must have been making a bit too much noise for comfort cos he moved from pulling my hair to cupping my mouth. I came and my legs almost gave way. lol. He didn't notice, or maybe he did, I don't know. But he kept pounding away and we moved, without him pulling out, to the couch. I was kneeling on it with my head pressed into the back rest while he squeezed my ass and tried t cup my mouth while thrusting away. Again, he just broke rhythm and just slumped onto the couch beside me. I don't even know when I fell asleep but I woke up to him going down on me. That prompted another round on the couch before we had t take a break cos my throat wa dry as fuck.

We got to his kitchen when I opened his fridge and saw tons of food stuff. Like milk, cereal boxes, leftover food, etc. Things that remind you of people living there. It was strangely funny, and I later found, quite a turn on. . Igulped down two glasses of water before he poured me a glass of wine. Always good. We sat on bar stools drinking wine an chatting naked in his kitchen, surrounded by things he and his wife use, and his drawing on the walls. I then found his marriage was good (his words, and of course taking it value) and his wife was visiting her family back home in Switzerland and the were with her. The more he told about this, the more I told him to keep my glass filled while I reached out and played with his dick while he spoke. DIDn't take long before he leaned it to kiss . I then whispered in his ear to fuck in the bedroom.

His dick was already rock hard in my hand, so he led and I followed. We passed his rooms and I pushed in onto his bed the minute we got to his bedroom. I could see faintly his wife had a bit more say in the decor, but it's otherwise what you'd expect from a master bedroom. Some toys in the corner, and a faint flowery scent of what must be his wife's shampoo. I pushed him onto the bed, did that thing (which I haven't done in years!!) of holding the rubber in my mouth and slipping it on him. I then rode him til I came twice. He came midway through but I didn't stop. LOL. I could see his chest and abs tightening and I rode but hey, he wasn't complaining

It was one more round of something similar before we actually the showers. By that time I was hammered. Literally and figuratively. My legs were wobbly, my thighs were threatening to cramp, my back was slightly sore, and my abs actually ached. He offered to let me stay the night but I declined. He also offered to send me back, but I declined as well. I grabbed a cab home and had a bit of explaining to do
I'll cover that in another time. I think I've droned on for too long now.
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Can you fuck me before my yoga class?
Posted:Mar 30, 2021 10:07 pm
Last Updated:May 27, 2021 12:11 am
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Ok, it really has been a long while. It's been quite frantic, and to be perfectly honest, it's all self inflicted. I think I have a problem of continually biting off more than I can chew. Anyhow. Here goes.

First. Let see if I can set everything up nicely. The bf is still staying with us and he actually managed to get himself certified as an exercise instructor and got a gig teaching spin classes. I like cycling, and have been to a few spin classes but that was never my favourite thing to do. Still, joining a class knowing you're fucking the instructor is such a turn on though. LOL

His classes seem to be a with the female crowd, mainly cos he is pretty good looking. I mean, he's a model by trade, so as these things are, his classes are usually full. Which makes it a bit more of a turn on every time in the . It's such an ego thing, fucking the trainer.... lol
But anyhow.Last week I couldn't get a slot for his cos it was fully booked, so I signed up for a yoga going on the same time his is on in the same studio. I was working from home that and a few hours before I was scheduled to leave, I texted him asking if he could come home and fuck me before my yoga . LOL

that point, he was already in the studio cos he had a few classes earlier in the as well. I wasn't sure if he would read the message, let along back. So I texted the same thing to the husband . As luck would have it, both the boys responded and made it back in time for a fairly good double dicking. Now, the time, I thought it was going to be a tag team thing, or the very most, some spit roasting. I certainly wasn't expecting getting DP'd, and of course, came the lube and it happened anyways. Here's a list of what I should have done:

- I should have stopped the DP before it happened. I didn't even prep for it. But passions run in the household so.... I didn't
- I should have told them to not inside .
- I should have just stayed home after.

Of course, I didn't on all three. I hopped a shower and left with the bf back to the studio for my . Midway through I felt oozing down the inside of my thighs. I was fucking lucky I was in black, and I was in long tights. The husband came to pick us both up after and I had to make the boys sit in front while I changed into a new pair of shorts in the backseat.

It wasn't the best ending to the but least very glad we're all still getting along.
LOL. missing home but least we're keeping busy...
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Just some random thoughts while I wait...
Posted:Jan 16, 2021 1:20 am
Last Updated:Feb 2, 2021 4:59 pm
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This is gonna be a bitching post So...you've been duly notified.

The head of HR called on me on Thursday asking if we could meet today. On a Saturday. Of course I could have declined, but considering we're quite close (as far as colleagues go, I suppose) I agreed. So I met her for lunch earlier and as expected, it was a 70% gossip session, and 30% of it was spent discussing a few things privy to work. Workwise, it was fairly productive meeting. I've been put on hold on a few things and it was good to know I can now move forward. It also provided a good break from the boys at home. As much as I like them both around, they can get quite tiring.

I also bought a few sports bras recently. The old ones were getting, well...old and...not so fun to wear anymore so I started out getting just one, and wore it to the gym once, found that I liked it and ended up buying a few online. I've been to the gym 3 times this week and found that I was perhaps, a bit hasty. They support me fine if I'm just lifting weights. But any little movement, and the girls are literally bouncing around in every direction. (I'm talking about my tits, by the way ). It's ridiculous how little support there is considering how much uplift the bras provide. Like I was walking from the gym to the nearest bus stop and my tits were bouncing with each step, I got tired when I got to the bus stop. LOL

Annnnyways. Getting back to how it's tiring with the boys at home..

Ok, back story - uh...I guess we start from the top. Last weekend we had a fairly big argument. All 3 of us. The bf has been staying over for a good 3 weeks now and, I think it's just the space. I mean, it's hard enough sometimes with the husband. Throw in another person into the mix...but these things happen. We all understand that and it's all..part of it, I suppose. So anyhow, we spent the weekend bickering and arguing, it was between the husband and I in the beginning, then the bf interjected to try and ease tensions, but somehow or rather, we all got mad at each other.

We then decided to take the whole of last Sunday to give ourselves some space. The husband went cycling, I don't know what the bf did, but I didn't want to stay home so I left for the gym in the morning, and met Mr Greek after. We spent the whole afternoon hanging out (which we don't do enough, to be honest) and I am super appreciative of him taking time off to hang out with me. 

Anyhow. By the time I got back it was evening and the boys were already home. We had decent talk after and made up pretty well, to be honest.  Like all post fight make ups, it was all tense, awkward and....cordial, right up til bedtime. And then, I'm telling ya, make up sex, F T W. LOL. I'm almost tempted to say, it almost makes fighting well worth it. Buuut....nah. I'm gonna retract that . I used to deliberately pick fights with the husband just for the make up sex. LOL Yes yes....issues, you say?  But its not the same, is it? I guess the emotional investment going into the fight goes into the make up sex too. But daaaamn Sunday AND Monday make up sex was fan-fucking-tastic. 

Which also made me realise how distinctive our individual preferences are, and how it has changed over time. The bf has developed a liking to having me squat over him. Sometimes he lifts his head up and tongue fuck me but mostly, he just lays there, watching. He even came once while I stroked him off, squatting over his face. . The husband's thing was always me straddling him, riding roughly. He liked to get tit slapped. Is that even a thing? I dunno. But it's his thing. Lately, he's been really liking the reverse cowgirl, especially when I'm leaning forward. Apparently he likes seeing the ass. . Standing sex was always my thing. I still enjoy it. But lately...getting rough seems to be...getting me off.

For some reason (well, for many obvious reasons) I've always had an issue to admitting to that. But it is what it is. . Lately we've developed this game where the husband and bf stand by one side of the bed and they take turns, and I especially like when they drag me across the bed to pass me between themselves .

Ok, I'm smiling to myself just thinking about it so...let's digress a little. I got up to some naughty fun this week too. I met up mr Greek again midweek just to show my appreciation for him spending time with me last weekend. Well, it wasn't planned originally. I was working from home on Thursday and stepped out in the late afternoon to go grocery shopping. He texted me asking where was and what I was up to and I told him, and he suggested he'd come by and join me cos he had time before had to go bak to his restaurant. Not wanting to be ungrateful cos he DID take time off the weekend past to spend time with me, I agreed.

The store I had originally planned to go to was nearby, but since I was meeting him, I decided on the fly to meet him at another store. Last thing I want is for the neighbours, husband or bf to all bump into each other . I told him where we'd meet and took a cab down. By the time we met, I was midway through my list of times to get. We chatted a bit while I finished up my list and he suggested coffee after. I don't know why we bothered, cos barely 3 mins after sitting, we were making our way out, into a cab, back to his place.

Now this, I've never done before - I still had my bags of groceries in hand in the cab when he leaned in to kiss me. I leaned back and next thing I knew he was sliding his hands up my shorts and fingering me in a cab, while I was still holding on to my bags of groceries. LOL. . We got back to his place, fucked twice....actually, we tried for a third time but we ran out of time and he had to go back to work. He was nice enough to send me back one his way out, and when I got back, I was struggling to explain how my grocery run was 3 hours long.

So yeah, that's been my week. Ever piling workload, weekend meeting's, secret rendezvous and two guys at home keeping me occupied

Hope yours went well. Stay safe y'all
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CMNF? Does this count? It does...right?
Posted:Jan 11, 2021 6:49 am
Last Updated:Jan 15, 2021 11:27 pm
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This is the weirdest thing that’s happened in...well, I wanted finish that sentence by saying “in the last year”, but that’s too bold a statement to make, considering some of the strange shit that’s happened. Ok, let’s try that again. This is the strangest thing that’s happened this year 😊.

One of the weeknights this week, I was prepping dinner while the husband was in the room working. He had a video call so he had the door closed, mainly cos of the noise, but also cos I was naked all day (the weather has been good) and refused to put anything on, which is usually the case when we’re all home. The bf was scheduled back too but I was midway through cooking so I knew I had time. So the only thing I had on was an apron (cos I know the perils of pan frying nude😝).

All of a sudden the main door opens and I hear the bf’s voice along with a few other voices. A split second later I hear a unison of “whoa!” and “!”, and I turn my head and see the bf and two of his friends standing by the doorway of the kitchen looking in. I just swore once cos I was trying not burn what I was pan frying. LOL. His two friends took that as a cue and ducked back into the living room while the bf came over giggling and apologising. He could have gave me a bit of warning! Before I even finished cooking, they were back and talking and laughing sheepishly and i was actually more embarrassed at not having enough food for everyone than anything else.

I heated some leftovers and It was a good 10-mins before we got everything out the dining table and by that time, I had given the idea of putting anything . And just when things couldn’t get more awkward/funny/weird, the husband came out of the room dressed in his work shirt and tie, tucked into his boxers. Lol

The look his face was fucking priceless. of us spent a good few minutes laughing it off before we sat down for dinner. So the husband sat down for dinner in his shirt and boxers, the bf and his friends were fully clothed and I sat there butt naked and we had a surprisingly fun dinner. The evening wasn’t too sexed , but there were more than a few times the bf’s friends were just staring I’ve always wondered - I’m already naked. What else is there stare at?! Lol. But anyhow. We had a few drinks after and the bf’s friends left after an hour and a half or so. The bf gave a massage (which is always welcomed) for my troubles and I was a bit too tired to have anything happen after. It was a surprisingly fun experience. 😊
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Spitroasting and Cameltoeing - One way to see this year out
Posted:Dec 29, 2020 7:42 pm
Last Updated:Jan 15, 2021 11:26 pm
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Alrighty. Work-day/blog-day

Its the last week of the year already! The last week or so has literally flown by.  The bf is staying with us so that would explain the time flying by. The good news is, I have my boys with me. It's been a whole year since he's been with us. The bad news is, I've got my boys with me . Staying with guys can be...challenging. LOL

Like, how can i feel like I've been massaged and yet feel sore at the same time? My breasts though, i don't think it was ever this massaged. Ever.  My right nipple is literally, sore. Like raw/sore. So now i'm home alone trying reply some email while i wait for a work call, and i'm icing my right nipple at the same time. LOL. The shit you put up with, eh? . The husband went out cycling with some of his friends and i sent the bf out for his waxing appointment. I'm actually enjoying the house myself for a bit.

Speaking of which, i had a delivery last evening. We all knew we had a delivery coming so we were all supposed be waiting for it. But...one of the drawbacks of having guys around is....well, we kinda got distracted. We were supposed watch Jurassic World (One of the newer ones...i can't recall which one..) but we didin't even get through the first minutes before we were all over each other. Well, I'll have you know that, at the very least, there was eating involved. LOL (Yes yes...that was a lame joke, but i couldn't resist)

Anyways. The theme this week appears be spitroasting. (oh damn....there's a rude Christmas joke in there... ).  Last week was all dp, this week appears be different. Not a bad thing. Christmas-y i suppose . (Oko..I'll stop with the bad jokes). Amidst the flipping around, or being flipped around, I was half trying to listen out for the knock on the door. Good news is, the delivery guy didn't show up while we were in the middle of it. When we were done, the husband was in the kitchen and the bf ran off to the toilet, i was lazing on the couch, the doorbell rings. I looked up and neither of the boys were moving, so i got up, picked up the husband's t-shirt off the floor, threw it on and answered the door. The tshirt was kind of short so I hunched over, trying not to flash him my pussy. Turns out, as i collected the delivery from him, I looked up and saw him looking down the top. He didn't even notice , noticing him staring down my top. . I collected the food, closed the door behind and the boys were laughing away. Apparently it's a thing. Like an online thing where you deliberately flash the delivery guy. People do that and film it. Huh. The shit that goes one these days. I genuinely did not know that

Anyhow. We didn't get through dinner in one go either. I had a bit of cum on my face and hair that i didn't notice (I'm quite certain the delivery guy didn't either. He wasn't looking up ). The bf pointed out and apparently, that's nasty. LOL. AND, apparently nasty is a big turn on. We made it back the couch before we finished dinner later in the night On a sidenote, is it possible get carpel tunnel syndrome from jerking off? I think i might have lay off that for a bit....my wrists hurt.

I'll leave with another gym story . Funniest thing I've heard for awhile now. I went to the gym with a friend of mine. I'm trying to put on a bit more muscles so this friend of mine, who's gay, has agreed to train with . Anyways. We were deadlifting, then moving on that....leg extension machine. Midway through a set, he literally screams, "oh my gawd! Can you stop camel toeing me?!" LOL

Minus the...melodrama, which he has a habit of, it wasn't like I was intending to cameltoe anyone. Of course the screams brought attention, and...followed by half hour of awkwardness. What? Of course I finished my workout I thought that was funny. I've never heard it used like that before

Okok, keeping it short. Ish. Happy New Year one and all!
Let's all hope and pray next year brings about a recovery from this one.
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Hoe! Hoe! Hoe! Merrrty Fucking Christmas! Or merry Christmas fucking...
Posted:Dec 24, 2020 10:09 am
Last Updated:Jan 11, 2021 6:53 am
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Either way is good.

This is a strange blog. Or actually, a strange entry. Before moving on, a bit of background -

The bf flew in (finally!) last week. He went through the swab test before he left, tested negative before flying out, and he had to go through another test before being let out and coming over. So that, was that. It was a bit awkward at first, like it’s been over a year since we last been with each other physically, and in a nutshell, so much has changed, and yet so much hasn’t. It’s strange.

Anyhow. So he moved in with the husband and I early this week and this past week, the sex has been intense, to say the least. I’m actually sore I. The nether regions. Like, really. My push and ass feels tired. Lol. I haven’t had so much dp in such a short duration. Ever. 😳. Don’t get wrong, I’m definitely not complaining. It’s nice to have my two guys around 😉 But I’m now sitting up at 2am in the morning on Christmas Day thinking about fucking. How the fuck is that possible? We literally just spent the entire evening fucking each other silly. They’re both sleeping, and I’m sitting up trying to wonder why I still wanna ride someone silly. Doesn’t make sense. I’m half a second away from texting the fwb (which will be redundant cos he’ll be busy with his fiancé) and/or mr Greek. I don’t need to, but I don’t know why my thoughts are taking me there. Hmmm....

I should be tired. We literally soaked the sheets through a few times over earlier. Yet here I am, pondering away. Ah well. Maybe the festive season makes us all a little hornier😝.

Ah...either way. Merry Christmas yall!!
Hope everyone has a good, cheerful one, despite our current situation.
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Fetishes and Fantasies. Well, just one of each...
Posted:Dec 21, 2020 4:30 am
Last Updated:Jan 11, 2021 6:54 am
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my gawd! Lemme just say there's nothing better feeling than the shower after a long-ass day
I have a late call tonight so I left the office at 3pm, thinking I'd the gym then get home in time for my call at 7pm. I was already running around the first half of the day so by the time I changed into my gym clothes, my work clothes were already....well, to me, not wearable. I wasn't gonna wear them again, so I scrunched them into a ball and dumped them into my bag.

Halfway through my workout, already working a sweat, I get a call from work asking head back in clarify some info. I had be present log into the system to retrieve said info, so I cursed my luck, left my bags in the gym and ran back to office. (it's about 10mins away ). I go back in, thinking it's a 5-minute thing, ends being held back half an hour. By this time, I'm already cold, in my sports bra and tights, perspiration dried , trying tell them very patiently, that I want get the fuck out of there. Cursing my luck more for leaving the bags in the gym, cos at this point, I was ready go home, I ran back the gym. Thinking I was already back there, I finished my workout and rushed home.

So now I was sweaty, again, with no spare clothes change into. my way out from the gym, I called the husband while waiting for my cab and explained/complained about what happened. He got super excited and told he'll see at home. I thought he was weird but brushed it off. The minute I got through the front door, he jumped on me and started kissing me and tearing my clothes off. I wasn't really in the mood cos I was clammy as fuck, all I wanted do was jump into the shower. Ok, then I thought I COULD do with a quicky before my work call, so I dragged him into the shower. Before I could turn the shower, he was his knees and was trying very hard go down .

I was like, "whoa!!! Stop!!"

Now, I understand this is one of his "thing", but gawd damn I wasn't comfortable with that AT . LOL
Which then got thinking - I guess this is my limit. LOL. A lot of the other times when he requests that I not shower (yes....eeeeeww ), I guess I was kinda ok with it. Not my thing, but still ok. The eternal question, myself, was, was I ok taste myself. The answer was a straight no, so I really couldn't. I HAD disappoint him. LOL.

So yeah, now nice and clean, I sent him out get us dinner while I take my call (and type this out) LOL
Sooo.....all in all, big day for eh? I found my limit THAT. LOL

other news -
I went the park with a friend, with the idea of trail running a few weeks ago. That was the idea at least, and the sun was blazing and it was humid as hell when I left the house, so I dressed for it. I wore a pair of short white running shorts and a yellow tank top over my sports bra. The husband dropped off and the idea was, he was gonna pick us 4 hours later at another spot. SO we had plenty of time get there. Like I said, that was the idea.

We got there, warmed , started running and realised neither of us knew the route. We then tried google-mapping it, but we kinda fucked that too, so we ended walking and trying figure it out. About 45mins in, we came back the same spot where we started. . Undeterred, we soldiered . Half hour in the other direction, it started thundering and drizzling. This was a forested area (as much of a forested area as we could find on this island ) so, we agreed it was the last place we wanted be when it starts pouring. SOOoo, we turned back and headed where we started.

I tried calling the husband but he wasn't answering. By the time we got the entrance, it started raining. Of course, like calm adults, we panicked. LOL. We tried getting a cab, but the app kept searching, and then it started pouring. Like heavy. In between our own laughter and trying shelter our phones, AND trying get a cab, we were the side of the road by the entrance of the carpark. There wasn't any shelter in sight and we were really, getting royally soaked.

Then a car pulled with 3 guys inside. Well, 3 Japanese boys. They saw us, drove and offered drive us the nearest shelter, or at least that was the initial offer. Now, I understand, in hindsight, how that wasn't the best thing do. 2 ladies jumping into a car with 3 guys. But of course we jumped in.

It was then that we found out that they were professional footballers. Apparently they were playing for a team here but they were scheduled to go back to Japan in a few weeks. Now here I was not even aware that there was a professional football league here, let alone being in a car with....3 pretty boys of said league. And I emphasise, boys - the one doing the driving was 22. The other 2 were 19. . They seemed nice enough. Like really nice. Except they kept staring at my friend's cleavage. LOL

Admittedly, it was hard to not look cos she was just wearing a sports bra and she's...quite gifted in the tit department
After we got out, she swore it was my cameltoe that got them to stop. LOL And I didn't even know it was possible to get a cameltoe in those shorts, let alone show. But either way.

They dropped us off at a station close to where we lived and we swapped numbers. Naturally. I HAD to show a bit of gratitude. don't judge. . I dropped them a text again thanking them and their individual replies were cordial, and that was it. I don't think either of them will ever make a move, and I don't think I have the time initiate anything, but I gotta admit, that little incident has got digging the gangbang fantasies. .

At some point, don't we have gangbang fantasies about being in one with a football team? No? Uh...well....okay then
I'll just leave it at that....
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We are all creatures of habit. Aren't we?
Posted:Dec 12, 2020 6:20 pm
Last Updated:Dec 21, 2020 2:53 am
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It's been a heck of a week. Why is it that every year-end, it's "supposed" be slower, yet year on year, it just doesn't seem be that way. . I suppose I should be glad I’m still employed....going by the look of things. 

Speaking of which - one of the weeknights I came back home late cos I ended work late. I stepped in the front door and I heard the husband on the phone. I figured it was a work and left him alone. Without saying a thing, I closed the front door, and stripped. It wasn’t sexual or anything, it’s just a habit - first thing I do when I get home, I take off my clothes. In this case,  I’ve been in office attire the whole day, I don’t want spend another minute in them. I leave my pile of clothes at the bottom of the stairs and make my way into the kitchen to drop off a few things into the fridge, and grab myself a nice cold drink. 

The husband must have heard me cos I stepped out of the kitchen and he was in the living room, still on his , with his back towards me. All of a sudden I hear “whoa!!” And he turned to face me. He then started laughing and I hear laughing from his phone as well. Apparently, he was on a video . Thankfully it wasn'a work , but he was talking one of his golfing buddies. I was surprised how embarrassed I got the moment I realised what happened. . I think it’s more do with knowing who it was than anything else. The husband got a kick out of it and assured me how more popular I’ve suddenly become . Lol. Now every time his friend calls, he asks if I'm around -_-

I'm rarely on any form of social media. I find i don't have the energy for that outside of work cos I do that for work a fair bit. But anyhow. A couple of days ago, I chanced upon a post from the fwb. He was on a "staycation" and had posted a few pictures of him and his fiance. THey had checked themselves into a hotel room for a few days apparently. What got me was, I actually recognised the room! LOL. It's the same hotel and I even think the same room we had used previously! I mean, what are the odds?! I mean, the view from the balcony is the same! Overlooking a fairly prominent landmark. That was the exact spot when i got my upper back against the wall, with both my ankles over his shoulders and i was hanging onto his neck for dear life, getting sandwiched between him and the wall. Heh...good times. Maybe that's why I'm not on social media. Gets a bit awkward when i see shit like this. It just reminds me of the noise I made that night. And I get super self conscious about the noises I make

I guess that's...habitual as well...? Hmm....I don't know. I think I'm at least a little bit different when I'm with different people.
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Flatter to deceive  . I Is NOT Impressed...
Posted:Dec 5, 2020 1:42 am
Last Updated:Dec 8, 2020 7:20 pm
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The husband and I met with this other couple (Jeff and M) Tuesday . The husband was the one doing most of the planning cos it’s his idea and they’re more his friends. At least they started out as his friends first but we've known each other for a little over a year now. Anyhow. The husband got us together last week for dinner under the pretext of swinging. At least that’s the idea put forth to . We met them twice last week; for dinner once, and had them over for drinks again and it went as well as one could have hoped. They were both fairly attractive, both closer the husband's age than mine, clean, healthy, and very open about what they were looking for and expecting. paper, it really seemed like a good match. 

But I was a little non committal about the whole thing, mainly cos I’ve already got a few....things going on on the side with the fwb, mr Greek, the new guy from mr Greek’s restaurant, the ex gf, AND the bf flying in end of the month.  . I told the husband about it but he seemed super excited about the whole thing so we met them again to move things forward. 
We took a day off and went to the beach. I thought it was a fantastic idea thinking it’d be fairly empty on a weekday afternoon, and the beach gave everyone a good opportunity to gauge how we’d feel with each other with less clothes on. Sooooo....the beach. 

First up, it was crowded as fuck. We couldn’t find any space at the bar/club that we went to, and there weren't a lot of good spaces on the actual beach. So we decided on renting bikes to cycle. I had already stripped down to my thong bikini so I just cycled in that. 

Then there’s this group of...younger guys who literally followed behind us for a good hour as we cycled. I brushed it off at first, thinking it was...kinda normal and funny. Then an hour in and I turned and they were STILL there? Fuck it. We returned the bikes and decided we’d go someplace else. We ended up back at their place for dinner straight from the beach. I would have liked to go back, wash up and change, but the conversation and flirting was going well so I didn’t want to break the flow. I had thought that we were all going to together, but I was wrong (I realised later that I had it in my head and I should have at least discussed it with the husband, but anyhoo). They were more interested in a straight swap. I then wanted stay in the living room where we started, mainly cos I wanted watch the husband get off . Then Jeff suggested we move somewhere else. I was about reject the idea flat out but he leaned in and whispered into my ear how he wanted to fuck in every corner of the house. 

I kinda knew it wasn’t gonna happen, but at the time, in that mood, it sounded fucking fantastic. Lol. I locked eyes with the husband and we both exchanged nods and smiles, so it was good. He dragged the kitchen first and we made good use of a bar stool. I was in an awkward position for a while and the side of my back was starting to ache so I stopped him, grabbed a bottle of water and told him let’s move back to the living room. I passed their bedroom and saw the husband already crouching over M and humping away. Side note: I realised I don’t see that (the sight of the husband from behind, crouched over) often. Maybe not enough...? Anyways. He looked different. Like...not familiar enough to be automatically recognisable. Anyways. 

I had a bottle of water in my right and Jeff’s dick in my left and I led him to the window. It was dark inside but we were still just on the third floor. There were groups of people, just walking by downstairs, dirent;y outside the window but floors down. I drew the curtains back, pushed the windows open, leaned my head out the window and arched my back. I thought if we were gonna do this, might as well fucking enjoy myself. . I told him we’ll start here, then it’s the rest of the house, just as he had promised earlier. The rubber slid on quickly and even quicker still, he was sliding himself inside from behind. I could hear the skin--skin slaps coming from the bedroom, and the husband grunting along with M's moanings, and that was a huge turn on. 

At this point we were also contributing the skin--skin slapping symphony. He was trying hard slam into as hard as he could, but his rhythm was off. It was really quite...weird. Like disrupting weird. Plus he was trying squeeze my ass with one hand ahd was literally clawing my tit with the other. I grabbed his hand and moved them my hips, so he'd have better leverage, and so that fucking clawing thing would stop. That worked ok for a while. 

i wanted to stay by the window so i moved to his tv console, which was directly beside the window. He held my left leg while I leaned the console and he slid inside again. Just as it was starting feel good, he let out a moan and went from 100 miles an hour literally a dead stop, then dropped my leg down. I was like, WTF? He said his arm gave way. LOLI also found out that he had blown his load and was done. 

I don't know if i consciously tried to hide my disappointment or not at the time, but i just stood there and smiled. Like, a resigned smile. He was such a nice guy, and we had such a good build . Ah well....we sat and for a bit, and thankfully, the husband came out with M and we just sat there in the living room, chatting. The conversation was good. The sex, not so much. The husband tried make it when we got back cos I couldnt wait and started rambling and complaining him the minute we stepped out of their house. LOL. I just kept complaining, i didn't even realise how awkward the cab ride was. LOL

At the very least, the husband had a good time. And i also realise that when that happens, sex at home, our sex, is really good. So yeah, I've been milking that for a few days now. He didn't even say anything when I told him I was spending thursday evening at Mr Greek's place. He DID give me a large hicky  my left breast though. I think it's him marking, but it's a sensitive issue with him so i left it at that . Mr Greek though, thinks he's doing something right cos I was at his place thursday night, and then again Friday afternoon. I felt like I needed a bit of variety this week. 

Speaking of which, my boss recently moved here. She used sit in one of the offices in China but I guess taking everything into consideration, she's now based here. I've been going into the office this week, and my work is such that I have busier mornings and evenings, and my afternoons are usually quite light. I've been using this time to go to the gym. (I've been going to a few different gyms. The one close to the office has unfortunately closed. Tough times...). Anyhow. I the gym, work a sweat, shower and head back the office. Not a big secret, but i don't like wearing anything under my clothes, especially after I'm done at the gym. I'm still perspiring, adrenaline still pumping, plus it's just plainly more comfortable. I throw on my work clothes on, just without anything under. 

Thursday i get an email from the boss asking if i have time for a quick "catch ". The office is pretty empty these days so we spoke in a corner of the pantry. She basically asked if i "would consider not making some of the other colleagues uncomfortable". LOL.    Long story short, i told her i won't go in as often. But IF/WHEN i did, I'd make sure my nipples are not protruding, and my ass or anything else isn't showing
Seriously.
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