Friday, June 25, 2004
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:
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.
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.
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...