Sore feet

We must have walked miles. Well who knows if we really did, but around the streets of the City of London it seemed quite a long way. My boots which, suited my skirt and were comfortable in the morning were much less so by the time we sat down to eat. He took me around some of the wonderful and very beautiful buildings that I had never visited before, we walked and we talked. He took me to two very historical pubs and we stood (standing room only on a Friday evening), talked and he groped me.

The slut in me loves to be groped in a public place. It really excites me, perhaps it shouldn’t? But having someone to stand (or sit) with and to share intimate moments is just so nice.
I think I have too much to say, sometimes I think I speak for the sake of it. He is getting good at shutting me up and kissing me when that happens. At other times though I am content to just look at him and smile. 
He wanted time for us away from bed, from play. We had that last night. Doing things together feels easy and fun. It feels intimate and helps with the connection for later.
On the way home I communicated with S. He wanted to talk to me and I thought there was something wrong. At home, even though it was late, I skyped with S, who just wanted to know how it was going and to check out that things were as good as I had written here. They are and I told him so. Of course he could see it written in my face.
Immediately I came off of the Skype call, I felt I had somehow let Graeme down. I felt I had spoiled our intimacy by linking up with S like that. He told me he wasn’t upset, but I was. Upset with myself because actually that was what I was feeling.
For a woman of my age, it feels I have so much to learn about relationships and how to manage them. My tendency to want to please everyone leads me to find the one person who is not as happy as they could be, to be me. 
I haven’t slept as well as I thought I would, and have been awake early. Partly this is my sore feet which I will soon soak with the rest of me in the bath. But also the feeling that I spoiled the intimacy with Graeme last night and caused my mind to be far more active than it needed to be. 
The good thing is though that I will be with Graeme again later and have the chance to make it up to him, even if he feels I have done nothing wrong. The chance also to make it up to myself.

Postscript:

Ok, so no one was upset with anyone and so this is all about me over analysing. Just got to work out how NOT to do that!!

The morning after

The day before (Just realised i am very unadventurous about my titles). It is not often i  wake up and wish it were yesterday, but at 5.30 this morning i woke briefly and wished just that. Now too, in the quite cool and cloudy light of day i would love to be on the M25 (as i was at this time yesterday) on the the way to see Master.

Our day together yesterday was pretty wonderful, it was also a long day – i was with him from around 9.30am till just before 7pm and boy did we pack the day with good things. Do i ache as a concequence today? Yes! Does that kind of day make me yearn for more? Yes!.

After days and days where it has seemingly rained each and every day, at last yesterday morning was one of bright sunshine and blue skies. It was cool as i drove down to the coast, but the lovely day put a spring in my step (if you can say that when driving a car). Master had the coffee waiting and we went outside in his little back yard, a sun trap if ever there was one, to enjoy it. No sooner had i got myself comfortable though that master had my legs spread, revealing my newly shaved, pantyless pussy. From that first wonderful orgasm in the garden the day was full and full on.

It was also a day of firsts – the first time i have had sex involving penetration in the great british countryside, the first time i have been made to wear a collar, the first time i have been completely tied to a bed. When i think back, no wonder i ache.

We also spent time chatting. We discussed all kinds of topics and once again were able to be open and honest on a range of things. The honesty in this kind of relationship is one of the most refreshing things. We took a lovely walk along the seafront later in the afternoon and since the little museum there was open we went inside and spent half an hour looking at all of the local history contained within. I am really pleased that we share an interest in history as well as in so many other things.

The only downside for me was that there was definitely something wrong with my bowels and i was unable to enjoy anal sex with master in the way i had last time. It was also much harder, because of this to completely relax at other times for fear that something was about to happen there. Master was great about things though and by the end of the day i really did let  myself go and have a fantastic series of orgasms.

It is going to take me a few days to analyse the day, but once i do i will have more to say here. What i can say though is that while joolz aches this morning, she sure is pretty happy with the world!