The mirror
He decided that he wanted me to stay fully clothed. So skirt hitched up, knickers off, I knelt on the bed.
His hands moved over me, feeling my clit once again,
His slut
She wore a tight grey skirt, with a cream top. Heels.
Every bit the business woman?
Well a cream top with black bra?
Seamed stockings?
As they entered the b
Still here
I haven't had much to write about over the past couple of weeks, plus I have been busy with work and things. That doesn't mean I am not here and it doesn't
Never say never
The weekend went well.
There was no guarantee it would, but it did.
I was tentative as I arrived and he seemed as nervous around me as I was around
New page
That is how it feels.
Perhaps writing my last post, about how lost I was feeling was significant. Maybe it made me turn some kind of corner and to decide what
Lost
I think it might be true to say I have lost my way a little here. I am struggling to move on, to work out how to get through the mess that is my life right now.