All's quiet on the western front......

Actually it's pretty quiet on all fronts at the moment. Particularly as I just witnessed the dark forces regining supreme over the chosen ones.......

Whoever said 'It's only a game..............????'

Lazy Sundays

I invited a friend round last night for a quiet night in - beer n' movies. I fell asleep 30 mins into the second movie. A combination of several beers, a comfy sofa, easy company and still trying to recover from my shag fest with Einstein. After my friend woke me to say the movie had finished and he was leaving, I went straight to bed, deciding to treat myself and not set my alarm. I woke up at 3 this afternoon.

Needless to say I've got a pile of washing / ironing for the coming week and also I've got a friend coming round for dinner in about an hour. But somehow I can't help thinking this is what Sunday's are all about.........

Sad Friday Night In

I'm sitting at my desk in my flat - I know it's sad to be in on a Friday night, but I don't really mind. Gives me a chance to properly unwind and reflect on my week; such reflection is usually greatly enhanced by several bottles of Stella (I'm currently half way through my second). I've also got a great view of some of the fireworks currently being released over Glasgow (and in my street scarily enough!!).

Shag-tastic (why I love intelligent men)

I've just spent the last few days in one of Glasgow's top hotels with possibly the most intelligent guy I've ever met. As with all my guys I google searched him; the result was 2 pages of hits relating to him and papers he's published / lectures he's given. A smart guy indeed. Let's just call him Einstein.

In addition to brains, he's got looks, wit, personality, a sense of humour oh and the stamina of stallion. For the past couple of days work has just been an annoying interruption to our shag fest. I've been getting strange looks from everyone at work wondering just why I was falling asleep at my pc grinning like a cheshire cat.

As it was his first trip to Glasgow, we'd agreed to met in the hotel lobby and head out into the city centre for some dinner and drinks. I took him to one of my fave bars; hidden away and very discreet. By the time we'd got there it was apparent the we were going to get on as well in real life as we had whilst we were chatting online and on the phone. Just as we were finishing our pizza's he asked if he could kiss me (what manners!). After a fantastic 10 min snog I had no wish to waste any more time in public - so we headed back to his hotel.

What followed was a 8 hour session; all kinds of sex - soft slow and sensual to hard and fast. I lost count of my orgasms within the first hour. We shagged every which way and then took a shower together taking turns in washing each others hair (be still my beating heart!) and then he shaved my nether regions. Although I'd shaved myself in the past I'd no idea how erotic it would be to have someone else do it to me. For anyone who hasn't had the pleasure I would seriously recommend it.

At half past three in the morning we both admitted we were shattered and agreed to call it a night (and what a night). Then to my utter delight he curled himself around me and we fell asleep in each others' arms.

The pattern repeated itself for the next three nights - hours and hours of great sex before falling asleep entwinned.

Needless to say; he's married. I only hope his wife's can see what she's got. For the first time ever I actually started wondering what it would be like to wake up each morning with this guy. It doesn't seem likely that he'll be back in Glasgow for a while; so for the time being my memories will have to sustain me.