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It's been cold outside (bloody Britain!) but I am still hot...

Since deciding to make a go of it with SP, my sex drive has gone from bad to worse. That is to say, I still think about sex all the time, but am now having to fiddle more frequently.

My week so far:

MONDAY

On location in the middle of a field in the middle of nowhere freezing my tits off. I missed SP dreadfully and kept thinking about our last night that we spent together.

WEDNESDAY

I find it strange that all my current fantasising is about SP. We aren't yet 'exclusive' to one another, but I seem to be heading that way in terms of my sexual desire. Just imagining him touching me gets me wet; it's kinda nice.

THURSDAY

I will admit to something here: I have never watched a football match in my life. I find the game dull, nationalistic and repetitive and the whole thug/hooligan/lager lout mentality just turns me off. Plus it pisses me off that regular tv programmes get altered and shifted all over the place due to such a mundane sport. It's only a game for fucks sake. Anyway England were playing Portugal and there I was, in my hotel room, beer in hand finding myself watching the game. And (I can't believe I'm saying this), it was really exciting. I got more and more worked up about it and before I knew it, I was sitting there, frigging away as the game got more intense. It wasn't seeing the fit young lads on the field that got me hot; I think it was just the drama of the event that got me horny. Anyway, when England levelled out in the second half I had a climax that was for Queen and country. Nice, but I think I may be a little weird...

I think I may have fallen for SP...

Yup, that's right, after everything I said about SP, I now have feelings for him. A hypocrite I may be, but how could I not be swayed by the following 20 things about SP?

1) He is intelligent
2) He makes me laugh
3) He is thoughtful
4) He is caring
5) He is kind
6) He is tactile
7) He is affectionate
8) He is emotionally articulate
9) He votes Green
10) He thinks Bush is a cunt and Blair is a tosser
11) He is a fantastic cook
12) He gives a great backrub
13) He gives great head
14) His 'Bowling ball' technique (3/4 fingered double penetration) is superb
15) He is fantastic in bed and can make love/shag/fuck hard/soft/slow/fast whatever
16) He has great staying power and can fuck all night before deciding when to cum
17) He makes me cum over and over again all the time
18) He makes me wet just by kissing me
19) His sex drive is just as high as mine
20) He is just as kinky as me...

Perhaps it was our being apart for a few days when SP was away on business last week that made me yearn for him, or maybe it was him telling me that he masturbates three times a day (yippee, a male version of me!) or perhaps it's been due to our sexual texting back and forth - whichever it was, I now find myself missing him terribly and am counting the days til we see each other again (11 to go...)

In the meantime, my sex drive is even higher than normal: 5 plays yesterday, 4 today - and all thinking about SP. Weird, but lovely. I am hoping to give this situation a chance: SP definately seems worth it, for all the above reasons, and he seems to be someone who will challenge me (intellectually) and push my (sexual) boundaries. Plus, the sex I am having with him is the best I have ever had, so I've got no complaints! Wish me luck!

It's one hot sticky day - and I'm not talking about the sunny weather outside...

Funny how just before my period I turn into a craven sex fiend - even more horny than normal - and with seemingly insatiable desire. I have played three times already today (its only 4pm) and managed to fit four frigs in yesterday (amongst going shopping, seeing my friends and fixing my parents VCR). All good fun...

I have been a bit mixed up this week, not quite sure where my head is at:

Monday

Stayed over at SP's again. We had a few drinks and ended up in bed again (as you do). But I felt uncomfortable about the level of intimacy (not sexual - emotional) between us so I decided to have 'the chat' with him, explaining that although I was happy about the sex, the 'boyfriend/girlfriend stuff' was freaking me out. SP took it well, seemed to understand, said that he knew that it was just a shag for me, and that he was alright with that. So we got up, had a lovely meal and I went to sleep in my own bed.

Wednesday

I spent the whole day thinking about SP: he makes me want to yell and scream...

Later: SP and I were both gagging for it; I think my texting him had given him the horn all day too (yippee a man who responds to my texts! Not like the fool B). We were all clean and shower-fresh and I told him to lay down on my bed. I began to lick him all over and teased him when I got to his groin area, just running my tongue slightly over his balls, and lifting my breasts to rub his cock gently. He started moaning so I licked him along the shaft of his cock occasionally letting the head pop into my mouth. When he began pushing his hips towards me, I took all of him in and sucked him hard whilst lifting my tongue so he could feel my tongue piercing rubbing against him, whilst grabbing his balls and squeezing the base of his cock. After 20 minutes or so, I could feel his cock pulsing in my mouth, so I stopped and moved up and crouched over him and slid his cock into me. We must've fucked for over an hour - the guy has amazing staying power: he can be on the brink of coming and hold it, over and over again. All I can say is that that was probably the best sex I have ever had. I was so wet, it was dripping down my thighs, and I left a huge wet patch on the bed. Neither of us could believe how good it was (I lost count at 4 orgasms) and I didn't get a headache either which is a bonus!

Thursday

My back is bad again. I think some lifting I did at work recently has brought it on. I am gutted. Being in pain (even loaded to the eyeballs on painkillers) is awful and trying to do 16 hour days on my feet at work (not to mention the 5-6 hours sleep) is damn hard. I ended up having to leave work early today (something I have only done twice in my career - never had a sick-day) and I lay in bed in SP's flat feeling very sorry for myself. I couldn't even play I was in so much pain.

SP came back from work and looked after me: cuddling me, rubbing my back, cooking me dinner, running me a bath. I felt so vunerable and needy and he was there for me. He went out later and I tried to sleep; no luck there, I was too horny. When he got back later that night, I called him into my room and he cuddled me again. I wanted him to fuck me, but he said he was worried about my back. I tried to convince him that he could just lie on top of me and slide his cock into me and that I wouldn't have to move, but he refused and told me it wouldn't be a good idea for my back and that I should sleep. I felt stupid and horny and told him that I knew he was right, but I wished I could just turn off my sex drive, because it wasn't letting me think straight. He laughed, said he was the same and that he was gonna have to go and watch some porn to sort himself out, and he kissed me goodnight and left.

I lay there, legs raised, with a TENS machine pulsing against my back, soaking wet and needing SP's cock. I rubbed myself in a frenzy as I imagined him playing with himself watching his favourite DVDs and thinking of me. It was a fantastic orgasm and much needed, but all my shuddering made my back go into spasm, so I know SP was right to turn me down...

THIS WEEKEND

I have spent the whole weekend thinking about SP. Not just about fucking him (although all my plays so far have involved him) but about how I miss him. I surprise myself. A few days ago I was telling him to stop being intimate with me; now I am missing that intimacy. I think I am fucked up - that I've got issues about intimacy. Here is a lovely guy who is kind, generous and good to me and who is great in bed and I am telling him to back off - why?

With regards to fuck-buddies and one-night stands, I am a confident, assertive woman who is comfortable with the impersonal nature of just fucking; with relationships I feel like a 17-year old who doesn't know what the fuck I am doing. I honestly don't know what to do here. We are on location (in hotels) for the next 6 weeks, so I have no 'reason' to see SP (as I won't be living at his place). But I want to see him, though I am unsure what I want from him. Does it make me hypocritical and selfish to be wanting to see him again?

So, I am off to the country yet again and will be blogging infrequently as a result. If anyone has any 'relationship' advice they care to throw at me in the meantime, I will take it all on board!

Until next weekend, xx

A fine mess I am in...

Oh dear. I was right. SP has fallen for me and I am not happy about it...

I stayed at his place again this week and immediately he started behaving as if I was his girlfriend (hugging, stroking, longing looks, running my bath, cooking for me - the list goes on). We barely know each other and he is behaving like we've been together for months. It's a shame that I don't feel the same way: if I felt a 'spark' for him, I would absolutely love how thoughtful, generous and kind he is; but because I don't, his behaviour just feels weird to me.

I did end up having sex with him again though (oops - I was weak - and before I knew it, his hand was between my legs) and it was very enjoyable. If only we could carry on being flatmates and have a good daily shag... I am not that heartless though: I will talk to him about it this week - and end it if I have to.

One thing about the sex with SP scared the living shit out of me: I got my post-coital headache during sex for the first time. And it was a killer. Like an icepick through my skull. I had to stop riding him and lie down still. Every time I moved it was agony. Excruciating. It eventually subsided but came back again as soon as I climaxed. I think I need to go to my doctor dammit...

Ok, should really get some kip, another 4am start tomorrow (YUCK)...

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