Thisis afestiveseasonandI am looking forwardto it.Honestly,me,it’s just thatIfearonly one dayin particular. If the girl be honest I can only bet that at least a few will agree with me about that day …
Nowtell meI’m wrong.Not?
Yes,alright, somelove to gettheir buttslappingandstabbingtheirboobies,driven andblackmailedin the name of“fun“.Peopledon’t seem torealize howcheapitcan make you feel.They think the biteof theHoboanddirectyour pantswet andYouchoketo have themget your ownand… yeah, well, it’s true…they want inyour pantsand moreif you are “easy”enough.How canmistletoebesoabusedas a tacticforwhat itreallyviolates thesexual?
Of courseI’m going todress upfor the occasion.I don’t have a whisperat the Officein thecoldlightofnew year’sclaim that“hedid not make theeffort” or “he hadlet himselfgo” or “well …He’s a‘mature‘ and ‘ married‘, thereis no point in herordeal, no onewould be interested.”
Listen,I’m stillinteresting, I stilldrawadmiringglanceandhubby,bless him, stillloveslittle “Rumpy–pumpy“, just notoftennow aswhen we were youngbut that’snormal,isn’t it?
I honestly here so I have to say that even when the Seb, my husband got a romance, I sometimes pretend to headaches or tell him I was on my cycle because I was thinking about what will happen, you know – one or two kisses, poke and squeeze my breasts and that was all the foreplay I’m likely to get. Of courseI thenalways‘ dry ‘ andSebasked me ifthere was something wrong.It’s a shame!Andfrustrating!I mean,he hadforgottenthat I preferto benaked?It’s justlazinessor somethingjust pulledmyNightshirt.
I thenhave to make a massive actionpraised himinthe glory ofhis cockand howI was reallygoing to dieif I don’tSnort it.PJdoesn’thelpwith that.Soas I wasmakinga lot of noiseto suckhis Dickin myhandsworkedfeverishlyinmy vaginain adesperate attempt toget somejuiceflowing– I amafraidthat I amdrying-up.
OhI’m notblamingmy husband,howhismen–soolder womentell me;sometimes with acertainrelish.“Familiaritybegetscontempt”the number of timesI think thathecumsovermy stomach,peckedmy cheeksthenturnsover andsnorebefore Ihad time toclean themselves?
I love him, of courseI do,maybe sheloves me, who knows, people just don’ttell yousooften.
Hey, here’sa thought,I’m going,ifthe opportunityarises,never, you know, do it?IYA!Yes, with othersfromSeb.Ohmy, if I keep thinkinglike thisI will gethot andbothered.
Ohcome on, IT, sex …andI can say thisfor myselficant…,fuck.There Isaid itout loudand I love thesound.This is verybad,soforbidden, soslutty, why notSebsaid it?Whyhe did nottell me thatshe wants tomeniduriku?Ohmy,that will ensurethat I don’tlongto dry.
HA,ha ha,look at me,stupidwoman,I’m reallyblushing…fuck,fuck,fuck, there, is thathard enough?Jeez!
Okay now,what to wearto the Office.It has tolook goodall dayand lastnight, at least untilI was sickofkissingunder themistletoeand handsgrabbingthat accompaniesthem.
Andnot too muchmake-up.Last yearI put ontoo muchblusherandwhat withthe heatin the restaurant andthe wineI’mdrunkI looked like aPolly-Anna, withbright redcheeks.
After the partylast yearI got homeprettylate,Sebasleepthank God, because I seemybuttin the mirror andhave a bruisewhere themalehasto biteit.Well,there was oneyoung manhangingaroundand Igave himalittle morelatitudethan intended, but oh,ciumannya, wow, the tonguetoo!
SEBneverkisswithher tongue;Whenthis persondid,at firstI thought I wouldthrow up, but wow, insecondsIadoreit.I had tostop himthough,I gettoo hotand Icouldn’t controlhis hands, I’m stillnot too surefromall ofher fingershad to be.Hmm,wonder if hewill be therethis year, I never knewwhere it came from.Maybe this timeI will notdrink too muchand rememberwhat happened.