I want to pull your knickers to one side

Photo: Akif Hakan Celebi


Beautiful but Grumpy: Dear Boss. Miss Secretary is going away for a week. She will still have a pen ready if notes are to be taken.

The Boss: You’re always going away. I dread to think what will be added to that sex blog of yours ;)

BbG: Actually, I need someone to post when I’m away.

The Boss: OK but I refuse to load up any jpegs. Where are you going?

BbG: I’m off to Gdansk to spend some time at seaside. You won’t understand since you spend all your time that way.

The Boss: Well have a lovely time. In.. in.. where? Gdansk? I do wish you’d stop making things up.

BbG: ha, ha. Not making things up J

The Boss: I want to pull your knickers to one side and taste you. Then I want to kiss your mouth.

BbG: I want that too. And while you are kissing me I want to push my hips until I feel you hard and pulsating.

The Boss: Oooh.. now you’re talking.

BbG: Adam…

The Boss: I want to finger fuck you until you cum over my hand.

BbG: I would come instantly

The Boss: I just want to slowly push two fingers inside you, making you shudder as I play with you.

BbG: you’ve just made me cum. It was hard to keep quiet.

The Boss: Mmm… I like that. Now you just need your neck caressing and kissed and you’d have a nice night’s sleep J

…..

The next morning…

BbG: Fell asleep showered with affection. Thank you. Have a lovely Friday J

The Boss: I’ve just woken up and I’m imagining you playing with yourself. Now I’m the one turn on.

BbG: Imagine that I’m really close, that you can feel my warmth.

The Boss: Waaay ahead of you ;)

BbG: Congratulations ;)

Drunk and happy (part II)

They stand way too close for comfort and swiftly ask ‘What’s your name?’

‘Maria’I say calmly. ‘Where do you live?’ the guy wearing eye liner pretends to interrogate me. Trying to hold back laughter I act offended ‘Are you a stalker?’

He bursts out laughing shaking his head. ‘I live around here’ I admit finally and smile.

They introduce themselves: Adam and Tommy. They write comedy sketches for TV. None of which I’ve ever heard of.

Adam… nice, romantic eyes (bit too much mascara for my taste), handsome manly face, broad shoulders, fitted black shirt; cute, shy smile. I stare at his face far too long. I realise that only when his friend looks at us both amused.

The dance floor gets flooded with jolly party guests and the music is loud. ‘Let’s spend time together here’ Adam says lightly. ‘Fine, but who’s the boss?’ I ask playfully. ‘I am. And you are my secretary’ he pretends to be serious.

Pushed by the crowd I lean on Adam’s arm. I feel his warmth when he whispers to my ear ‘What is it that you want?’ I look at him surprised only to be met by his confident and encouraging gaze. Suddenly it’s clear ‘Freedom, filled with love and affection’ I answer. Adam smiles throwing his head back. ‘You can have it all’ I hear and with closed eyes, I start dancing, involuntarily, being pulled by, what I can only describe as, euphoria…

When I open my eyes, surrounded by masses of people moving rhythmically in partial darkness, I see Adam’s face near mine. I sense his smell – musky and clean.  His lips are cold, his tongue pushing deep. I embrace his neck with both hands and push my hips forward. Mixture of adrenaline and calming pleasure surges through me. I lean back gently pulling in his head until our lips are apart.

Adam takes my hand in his and leads through the crowd. I feel drunk and happy. Strong moonlight floods the floor through the window that leads to the garden.  Suddenly Tommy appears. He exchanges few words with Adam. They must leave, taxi is waiting; tomorrow is a big day.

Adam pulls me gently to the side, hugs me and whispers ‘I will see you again, right?’ I nod and hear the sound of a broken glass. I look around and see that I've pushed a glass that stood on a radiator. ‘Hope it’s not a symbol of our relationship’ Adam murmurs.

I see them at the door, with a red-haired, elegant woman.  Adam turns in my direction once more – he looks serious, even sad, and lifts his hand, intending to wave. I try to smile.

Ela comes over, ‘You like him’, she stands close to me looking at the door. Our shoulders are touching. ‘Yes’I say softly, and for the first time in a long time, I mean it.

The First Night

I've had a riveting first date with WDW, and the second date is set for this week. But in between, we craved to meet at night… Like vampires. Not for a date. Not with a purpose. But purely to savour being together, at night.

Friday 8.20pm, my place

A ring to the door. He's early and I'm still brushing my teeth. We said 8.30pm. I open the door and he stands there, with a travel bag on one shoulder, glowing with curiosity. He passes me, brushing my lips with a soft kiss. I feel his excitement transferring onto me.

I watch him walking boldly into the kitchen, opening the freezer and starting loading it with strawberry ice cream. He then begins to open cupboards 'Are you looking for something specific or is it an inspection?' I say, and giggle at seeing him all so comfortable in my kitchen. 'Wine glasses for us. I brought wine' he replies smiling.

What was supposed to be a quick meal, takes me ages to prepare. Probably because I don't focus. We talk. Or rather I talk and he listens. From time to time he gets up, from the comfortable corner of the sofa, to give me a hug or a kiss or just to look at me closely, when I lay out my story.

We eat fish, drink white wine. And he seems ready to open up.

He shares with me a heartbreaking picture of Johannesburg. I don't believe him when he says empathy is not his strong point. I look at him and try to figure out who he is.

He admits having a tendency to view the world through a black and white prism, probably because he has seen so much pain.

'It's not that simple. It's not just black and white - there are many shades of grey'… I interrupt with passion. He gets up and gives me a long kiss. Long enough for me to forget about world poverty tonight.

'Has anyone ever told you the way you eat ice-cream is highly seductive?...' he looks at me intensely until I blush. We kiss and undress, while clumsily making our way towards the bedroom.

'Have you ever done it in the cupboard'? he asks, smiling invitingly.
……

'Jeez, your long hair is everywhere. I've just found some in my underpants!' he complains in bed.
'They don't normally fall out like that' I lie.
'Can I fart?' he asks trying to sound innocent. 'No!', I reply firmly, and soon fall asleep blissfully exhausted, with my face in his chest.

The First Day

Here is what happened on my first date with another blogger Won'tDieWondering:

8.15pm Music Bar Hall, Shoreditch - East London

I walk in and see a guy at the bar, staring at me with a shy smile – short, oriental guy. Please, please let it not be him. I circle around him slowly; he doesn't turn, it can't be him. I’m relieved. I walk around in the dark (I'm blinded as walked from sunny street into a dim large bar), not knowing what I'm actually looking for but not regretting going without exchanging photos. Funny state to be in – you are looking for something specific but at the same time, having no idea what it is. Just like looking for love, I guess. I almost bump into someone, who turns around and says my name.

So… he is good looking. I smile to myself, but somehow feel slightly disappointed. Disappointed because he didn't turn up to be unattractive!

I watch him – all chatty and confident; talks passionately about South Africa and gently leans over the table to show me his bright, blue eyes. ''Yes, they are blue'' I confirm, (positively) surprised by his bluntness.

He asks what I did earlier. I say I've been to the gym and that I like sport. He asks what sport I do. I pause to think (inside I’m laughing as I somehow can't think of ANY) and say “Competitive sports”. He doesn't seem to be impressed with my answer so I try again ''Tennis. I find it very sexy''. “I find you very sexy too” he says instantly. I chuckle realising he didn't hear me properly. He looks at me baffled. I clarify what it is I meant, and add with a delay “Actually, I do find you very sexy”. We smile, staring at each other’s eyes for a while. “When you smile like this you look like Matt Damon” I tell him. He blushes, and admits he’s been told before.

Then the smell of fish hits me. I look around to suggest it’s definitely not me. He asks if I’m hungry. I am, and we agree to grab pizza from the place nearby.

Waiting for traffic lights to change, I evaluate pros and cons - can’t stop smiling remembering when he offered to vote LibDems “for both of us”. On the other hand, he seems a little geeky. I turn my head right to check if it’s safe to cross, and get my lips stuck on another pair of lips! What the f…Oh, and soon feel his tongue melting inside my mouth. “I wanted to do it all night” he whispers. I instantly forget about the cons, and let myself enjoy the rest of the evening.

In the taxi on the way home, feeling happy and very lucky, I receive a text “Thanks for tonight. You would make a good slave”.