...he slid his hand firmly up my thigh, my breath skipped as I gripped the bed in anticipation as he took my arse in his masterful grip....

then he pummelled the b'jesus out of it.

Finally I met my chat buddy in crime, the wonderful Miss Kaitlyn. Kisses, hugs and mutual fan clubbing (no, not one of Kait's new fetish techniques) and off we went to Oxford St for a Chinese massage and dinner. So much for the thought of chatting during the massage, whilst Miss Kait was giggling away at her legs being touched, I was wincing my way through every pound, pinch and knead, only cracking a smile when the dude wiggled his fingers in my ears. Managed not to turn over and bitchslap the guy in retaliation for the agony by repeating to myself "good pain, good pain".

Silly me had worn ho heel shoes and slipped and wobbled out of there with well creamed feet. Off we went for some dinner only stopping for Kaitlyn to pat and kiss puppies (no not my puppies, although she did take the opportunity to rest her head there for a mo before the noodle soup arrived). Back to her joint then to confuse the chatroom, chatting on the same account.

A bloody marvellous evening was had by all (well us two and whoever came into our path). Who's coming next time?