Time on my hands

Who's idea was it to take the slow ferry out to Belfast???? If you find them, shoot them for me!!! Oh hang on it was my idea, scrap that thought.  I'm not sure if it was a good idea or a bad one really.  I mean God what a waste of a day, but at the same time, it has been interesting to say the least.

So here I am, ever so slightly bored out of my mind and not able to gain access to the majority of things I enjoy using on the internet (I'm not sure what that says about me), but seriously, I can't even play bejewelled!!!! and I decide to take a wander outside and get some fresh air and while I'm out there I get chatting to this rather lovely Irish chap with two dogs and in the space of three hours I fall in lush, fall in love and fall out of love again.  Does that make me shallow? 

He had the most amazing blue eyes, he was slender and he was interesting, but most of all he loved those dogs.  How could I not fall for a man with such a heart?  He was confident and he was good company and he bought me a rather large glass of red, which I am seriously hoping is out of my system by the time I depart from this ferry.  We both chatted and drank, acting like school children who had never had a drink before.  It was almost as if we were both drunk after just a few sips, but it was mostly flirtatious and do you believe in fate? It transpires that we were both born on September 13th!  What are the odds of that?

Of course we didn't believe each other and this is the point where I was thankful I had been honest about my age, as we had to show each others passports to believe each other and low and behold it was true.  I had not just met a fellow virgo, but one born on the same day, a tad few years after myself (he is 31).

Now... After having a drink that had gone straight to his head and having 2 hungry dogs, he went to get some food and gave one plate to the dogs and ate the other for himself.  He had offered to feed me too, but I refused due to my diet.  I may well be breaking that very soon, as I had given one of my sandwiches to the dogs and I'm still hungry.  This is where I fall out of love.  Not because I am hungry, but being fed and watered he lies down in the sunshine and closes his eyes and proceeds to fall asleep.  Endearing as it was that he felt that comfortable in my company, I didn't much feel like watching him sleep and my delicate female frame did not relish falling asleep on the hard floor with my back against hard metal railings.

I decided to creep up without disturbing and pop back inside in the warmth and comfort of the soft chairs.  The question is... do I give him my number?  Or do I remember who I am and leave it as a moment in time that was pleasurable, but short lived?

I also have to ask  myself if the strong compulsion that I felt to kiss him was natural or a product of who I am?  Am I not capable of enjoying a man's company without wanting to devour him?  Or is this a unique situation of me wanting someone for myself?  Is it a matter of wanting what I can't have or is it more a matter of knowing I could have it if I wanted to take it?  Am I not taking the next step, because I don't want to be prooved right or am I scared of rejection?

So what am I going to do about it?  Well, I have written my name and phone number on a piece of paper and I may give it to him.  I doubt he would use it though, as he is only he for a short time and then he will be back to Manchester, which isn't exactly up the road from where I live.  He is also thinking of living in the Middle East, so nothing could come of it.  I wonder if that is a positive or a negative though.  I mean I can hardly claim to be relationship phobic with someone who is not in a position to offer a relationship.  Could I not just enjoy the moment?

To be continued...

My first fake orgasm!!!!

Oh dear!

It's Saturday morning and I had the phone on vibrate.  The first 2 times I heard it go off I knew it was rediculously early and ignored it, but the 3rd time I imagined it was later and a more reasonable hour and some how I found my hand reaching out for it and heard my voice saying hello.  On the other end of the phone was a Scottish chap.  He told me he was in the area and feeling horny and could he come over.

Unfortunately I was not in Cheltenham and explained I was near an hour up the road from where he was, but he was determined and said he would come over here.  I was still with my sleepy head so agreed.  He then asked for discount, seeing as he was coming over to me and again with my sleepy head on I found myself agreeing to £70.  Mind you, he was saving me £10 in fuel, which is what it would have cost me to drive to Cheltenham.

I then spent the rest of the time tidying up my room and putting clothes away.  I don't spend a lot of time at home these days, so it does tend to get treated like a dumping ground and of course an unsupervised teenager isn't going to pay  much attention to the finer details of tidying up after themselves.  A quick shower, light application of make up and rummaging out an old corset, bra and knickers and I was as ready as I was ever going to be.

He arrived here much quicker than I had anticipated, after just half an hour, so either he drove like the clappers or he wasn't as far away as I had thought.  I'm afraid it all went wrong the moment he walked through the door.  First words uttered...  "I bet I'm younger than you thought I would be?" I'm thinking, no not really, you told me you were millitary and didn't sound old on the phone, so no huge surprise.  The thing is, it was the way he said it.  Like I should be dripping wet because he was young and 'lucky me'.  Was he attractive?  He wasn't unattractive, but no, he wasn't someone I would notice in a crowded bar.

He told me he only had £69 at this point, but I wasn't going to quibble and then said he would pay at the end.  I had to ask him to pay at the start.  He then stripped and you could just see he was expecting me to adore him.  Yes he had a decent figure.  Then he had the audacity to ask me if I had any STI's!!!! Wtf! Who does he think he is? What a mood breaker too!  Despite this I got down on to him and he got his hands behind my head and started to shove me down harder.  I asked him to stop, which he did for a while and then he did it again.  For the first time in my life I had to tell someone that they would have to leave if they continued to behave that way.

He then asked me to masturbate, which I did while still playing with him.  He wanted me to cum and in the absense of a vibrator I got my clit vibrater with a finger adapter on it and he started to push it in me while I fingered my clit.  He then started to stab it into me so it hurt and again I had to ask him to stop.  He was determined to make me cum and it really wasn't working and so for the first time in nearly 3 years of Escorting I had to fake it.

Satisfied that he had made me cum I robed him and got on top.  He asked me if I normally came and I wasn't going to lie so I said yet.  I'm sure his ego wanted to hear differently, as he did think he was something special.  He then moved on to doggie and came within an instant and decided it was time to leave (thank God). 

As he got dressed I could see him hovering over the money he had given me.  You know that feeling when you can sense someone is not happy to have spent the money they had invested.  I had to coax him past it, as I really felt given half the chance he would take it back and then just to prove he was a total tosser, when he left the house he decided to jump on the parting wall between my house and the neighbours and onto the neighbours pathway to cut short his walk back to his car.  Talk about being indiscreet!  And all of this before 8am!

I'll not say which barracks he came from, but the last time I got a call from there it was a wind up call and this time may not have been a wind up, but gosh what a tosser.  I'm considering barring any services to the place and may well add it to my profile.

I'm just glad I've got an appointment at the hairdressers later today, so I can pamper myself and put the whole sorry experience behind me.  Thank God most young guys don't have the same attitude as this one.  Would I see him again?  Not on your life.  He's barred!