Back to work

Well, back to work we go, after a lovelerly and eventful week off, when I discovered (contrary to my previous belief) that nobody would ever want to have sex with me ever again. How wonderful. Work was fine and went in a bit of a blur (just the way I like it) and I do feel I'm a little less in favour, so might be the right time to make a move - nice that I applied for a new job last week then - with salary doubling potential, as well as multiple nooky opportunities (you didn't think I'd overlook that, did you?)

Turned out I was right - the sailor was really worried and thought I didn't like him etc. etc. Well, he finally read my email after being depressed all weekend and was well back in the game by lunchtime. Well, the naughty person got a hard on at sainsbury's and was just wondering how he could ask me to feel it on friday - thought he looked a bit distracted. Shows great potential I feel, as oh only gets a hard on these days with a lot more encouragement (and hard work) than that - golly I was pleased as you can imagine.

Anyway, we talked for quite a while on email tonight - he's a bit worried that every 6 - 8 weeks or so won't be enough for me - more than I'm getting now, dear. And I was worried he might be upset if he couldn't see me, like with that other woman - well turns out she was the one making the demands, and he was just so pleased to be having sex, he went out of his way for her. So I reassured him that no way was I a demanding harpy like that, I just wanted him for fun and stuff and hoped he felt the same. He hasn't replied yet, but he did say earlier that he liked that we were so similar - I don't want someone to whisk me away to another life, and he wants to keep his family intact. So, sounds just about perfect to me, and I said that - well it might not seem so to the outside world, but hey it's none of their business. I want this guy, and I want him to be my little secret for a very long time, thank you. He's just perfect and yummy and yes, I did tell him so - which he deserved after suffering all weekend - and anyone who gets a hard on is sainsbury's has got to be my kind of guy.

The plan is to meet up for a long afternoon of sin and sex on saturday week - but dammit it looks like mrs sailor might want to come as they've been getting 'back on track' (her words) lately. Apart from the lack of sex for the last 17 years of course. My doing of course, cos I've been driving her husband crazy for the last six weeks. Hope this comes off - I'm really looking forward to it - and I shall be pissed off if she messes it up. I have to comment also on the complete lack of interest in my whereabouts shown by the oh. Still no questions. Anyone would think he didn't care, wouldn't they? So I don't think making my escape will be difficult at all, do you? Might have to avoid any intimate contact for a while though - but that's unlikely to be a problem I think. It's mad, isn't it? We had a lovely weekend together, but he's just not interested at all. Ever. I think he's relieved I've given up on it as well - doesn't seem to occur to him I'm up to anything - why not??? Am I that much of a doormat - well, as they say, that's about to change. See you tomorrow xxx