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now I have a moment I'm going to write down everything pleasurable that has happened over the past week.
last saturday, Louisa and I met Gary in the pub.Was informed that we were 'option d' as his brother had thrown him out of the apartment and he had nowhere else to go.His brother wanted to shag his old bag of a girl friend in private,hence poor Gary the lamb was chucked out on his arse.The poor monster.
Monster-sat for half an hour,which consisted of Gary running in and out of the mens toilets with my diary and hooting.Drank cheap wine from Centra and had various arguments.Gave Louisa a bag of gilded baroque cherries.
Louisa got a call informing her that my crazy ex had broken into her house and had wedged himself on the sofa with a bag of tesco 'squishy marshmallow cars'.
repaired to Louisas house to inspect the damage
Crazy Neal burns was hunched over like a broken coat hanger,mindlessly cramming biscuits into his mouth and muttering about islamic fundamentalism.
We took him out to a party.
Spent the rest of the evening attempting to prevent crazy neal burns from urinating on a nice girls patio,stealing absinthe and revealing himself
He was relatively well behaved.
The best part of the evening was my Gary quality fag-sex hour.This an expected part of our dynamic,in which he vents his daily sexual frustrations I get pleasure from it.Its good,because I know I can let him do things to me without fear of being taken advantage of or judged.I trust him,and he knows how I work and I know how he works.He never told anyone about my night in his kennel,and I never tell anyone his secret either.I wouldnt even say it here.
Anyway.
I wore a leash that night under my t-shirt,hanging down between my boobs.That night he put a bit of mandarin between his lips,bent me over and then slipped it into my mouth.Juice,lips and drool all over the place.Then he put me down on my knees...dragged me around on my leash in front of all the guests...explored my bra...and best of all, covered by arms in massive bite marks.After he savaged me,he picked up bits of twigs and soil and rubbed them into the wounds.Then we rolled around a bit.We fondled eachother in a more intimate manner than usual.I enjoyed myself immensely.I am his 'creation' apparently.This flatters me.He accused me of being in love with him.
He seems for some reason, to desire to fulfill my coy little fantasies.And he knows all of them.As he has read my SEX DIARY.
Louisa and I danced to soft cell and she was as delightful as ever.She got herself some quality fag sex time too,and at one point I was on the ground hanging onto Garys inner thigh whilst he had her up against the wall,ravishing her neck and thrusting.
It is a most incestuous little dynamic.
Its nothing really.
Then crazy neal burns fell over a poof.
last saturday, Louisa and I met Gary in the pub.Was informed that we were 'option d' as his brother had thrown him out of the apartment and he had nowhere else to go.His brother wanted to shag his old bag of a girl friend in private,hence poor Gary the lamb was chucked out on his arse.The poor monster.
Monster-sat for half an hour,which consisted of Gary running in and out of the mens toilets with my diary and hooting.Drank cheap wine from Centra and had various arguments.Gave Louisa a bag of gilded baroque cherries.
Louisa got a call informing her that my crazy ex had broken into her house and had wedged himself on the sofa with a bag of tesco 'squishy marshmallow cars'.
repaired to Louisas house to inspect the damage
Crazy Neal burns was hunched over like a broken coat hanger,mindlessly cramming biscuits into his mouth and muttering about islamic fundamentalism.
We took him out to a party.
Spent the rest of the evening attempting to prevent crazy neal burns from urinating on a nice girls patio,stealing absinthe and revealing himself
He was relatively well behaved.
The best part of the evening was my Gary quality fag-sex hour.This an expected part of our dynamic,in which he vents his daily sexual frustrations I get pleasure from it.Its good,because I know I can let him do things to me without fear of being taken advantage of or judged.I trust him,and he knows how I work and I know how he works.He never told anyone about my night in his kennel,and I never tell anyone his secret either.I wouldnt even say it here.
Anyway.
I wore a leash that night under my t-shirt,hanging down between my boobs.That night he put a bit of mandarin between his lips,bent me over and then slipped it into my mouth.Juice,lips and drool all over the place.Then he put me down on my knees...dragged me around on my leash in front of all the guests...explored my bra...and best of all, covered by arms in massive bite marks.After he savaged me,he picked up bits of twigs and soil and rubbed them into the wounds.Then we rolled around a bit.We fondled eachother in a more intimate manner than usual.I enjoyed myself immensely.I am his 'creation' apparently.This flatters me.He accused me of being in love with him.
He seems for some reason, to desire to fulfill my coy little fantasies.And he knows all of them.As he has read my SEX DIARY.
Louisa and I danced to soft cell and she was as delightful as ever.She got herself some quality fag sex time too,and at one point I was on the ground hanging onto Garys inner thigh whilst he had her up against the wall,ravishing her neck and thrusting.
It is a most incestuous little dynamic.
Its nothing really.
Then crazy neal burns fell over a poof.