Dear Diary,
I must say, things are going pretty great at the moment!! Have not only had another payday, but am now officially part of my team!! Was made very welcome by the manager, who individually introduced me to everyone, who all good-naturedly took the piss out of how little I knew, etc.... Soon settled in though, and now I'm selling away like the little machine that I am! About time too - Joe's been hinting about us moving in together, and I'm at the point where I'd do ANYTHING to get away from Mum's nagging about me losing weight (although, obviously do want to move in with Joe so we can see each other every day and more importantly, have sex ALLLLLLLL the time). Mind you, having 2 jobs now is KILLING ME. I'm literally working 7 days a week.
That said, had a pretty amazing saturday night last week where he got all bossy and kinky on me. However rare it may be that we have sex, he sure knows how to dominate, I'll give him that!
Had a pretty weird incident the other night, though. Kyle came over for an impromptu visit, so naturally we hit all the gay bars and got pissed off our tiny tits. Later, however, about 3am back home, as we collapsed on my bed whispering and giggling (mum and dad were asleep) - Kyle suddenly sat up and blearily announced that he wanted a massage. So, like the good friend I am, I rolled up my sleeves and got to it (despite my head lurching and my vision blurring - damn Jack Daniels). Aftewards, he asked if Iwanted one, and when I agreed, told me to take my top off (!) I lay face down so as not to flash a friend - but when he started massaging, his movements got a bit more...... I don't know, sensual than my practical rub-down. So I ignored it, and continued to lie there. Until he shifted and SAT on me, so his ahem, "manhood" was pressed up against my thighs, and started ROCKING ever so slightly, with his hands massaging lower down my sides, towards my BOOBS!!!
It was so weird. Didn't know whether he was doing it on purpose or just drunkenly doing the best massage he could, so just lay still, wondering when it would end. Even tried politely telling him thanks and trying to sit up, to which he just replied; "it's ok, I don't mind carrying on!" Eeeep. But the worst bit was next: I felt him slowly massage down my arms (which, frankly, felt INCREDIBLE) which made him lean his body over me, so I could feel his breath on my neck. At this point - despite using his sexuality and drunkeness as a shield ("don't worry Kat, it won't go too far, he's just over-tactile!" etc....), even I thought this was too much, and decided to sit up. Except leaning up to meet his body not only made my poor head spin pissed-ly, but also, at that moment, felt like my body was doing exactly the right thing. As I pushed myself up to meet him, my body, once again, took complete control - so instead of sitting up and him falling off, I now appeared to be rearing up off the bed to feel him pressed against my back. Seriously, what the fuck??!
Before I knew what was happening, I felt him press harder up against me, as one hand rested on my boobs, and the other turned my head towards his for a completely unexpected kiss. And I'm ashamed to even say it, but DAAAAAAAYMN he's a good kisser. About 5 seconds too late however, my brain caught up and I pushed him away, trotting off to the spare room. Didn't even mention it the next day. Still - yikes, though. Need to stop drinking so much and be aware when wrong things look like they're about to happen.......
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I must say, things are going pretty great at the moment!! Have not only had another payday, but am now officially part of my team!! Was made very welcome by the manager, who individually introduced me to everyone, who all good-naturedly took the piss out of how little I knew, etc.... Soon settled in though, and now I'm selling away like the little machine that I am! About time too - Joe's been hinting about us moving in together, and I'm at the point where I'd do ANYTHING to get away from Mum's nagging about me losing weight (although, obviously do want to move in with Joe so we can see each other every day and more importantly, have sex ALLLLLLLL the time). Mind you, having 2 jobs now is KILLING ME. I'm literally working 7 days a week.
That said, had a pretty amazing saturday night last week where he got all bossy and kinky on me. However rare it may be that we have sex, he sure knows how to dominate, I'll give him that!
Had a pretty weird incident the other night, though. Kyle came over for an impromptu visit, so naturally we hit all the gay bars and got pissed off our tiny tits. Later, however, about 3am back home, as we collapsed on my bed whispering and giggling (mum and dad were asleep) - Kyle suddenly sat up and blearily announced that he wanted a massage. So, like the good friend I am, I rolled up my sleeves and got to it (despite my head lurching and my vision blurring - damn Jack Daniels). Aftewards, he asked if Iwanted one, and when I agreed, told me to take my top off (!) I lay face down so as not to flash a friend - but when he started massaging, his movements got a bit more...... I don't know, sensual than my practical rub-down. So I ignored it, and continued to lie there. Until he shifted and SAT on me, so his ahem, "manhood" was pressed up against my thighs, and started ROCKING ever so slightly, with his hands massaging lower down my sides, towards my BOOBS!!!
It was so weird. Didn't know whether he was doing it on purpose or just drunkenly doing the best massage he could, so just lay still, wondering when it would end. Even tried politely telling him thanks and trying to sit up, to which he just replied; "it's ok, I don't mind carrying on!" Eeeep. But the worst bit was next: I felt him slowly massage down my arms (which, frankly, felt INCREDIBLE) which made him lean his body over me, so I could feel his breath on my neck. At this point - despite using his sexuality and drunkeness as a shield ("don't worry Kat, it won't go too far, he's just over-tactile!" etc....), even I thought this was too much, and decided to sit up. Except leaning up to meet his body not only made my poor head spin pissed-ly, but also, at that moment, felt like my body was doing exactly the right thing. As I pushed myself up to meet him, my body, once again, took complete control - so instead of sitting up and him falling off, I now appeared to be rearing up off the bed to feel him pressed against my back. Seriously, what the fuck??!
Before I knew what was happening, I felt him press harder up against me, as one hand rested on my boobs, and the other turned my head towards his for a completely unexpected kiss. And I'm ashamed to even say it, but DAAAAAAAYMN he's a good kisser. About 5 seconds too late however, my brain caught up and I pushed him away, trotting off to the spare room. Didn't even mention it the next day. Still - yikes, though. Need to stop drinking so much and be aware when wrong things look like they're about to happen.......
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