This episode may have to wait until next week!! He wasn't even working at the gym tonight!!!

My house mate, Jaz, already thinks I'm a gym whore. A gym whore is one of 'those' girls who poses in the gym. I'm not, honestly!!! I'm just petite, and have naturally toned muscles (even after being absent from the gym for 5 years! I am a very lucky girl!!), and I have make-up on my face, only because it is left over from my day at work as a fashion design assistant.

Now though, I think that I actually may be a gym whore, now that I am eyeing up my muscular gym instructor; Tonight, as Jaz was curled up in my bed clothes, I was trying on shorts to see which of my two pairs of sports shorts were acceptable to wear to the gym. I want my bum to catch the eye of my instructor, but not to attract glares from female gym goers suspecting me of being a gym whore. Usually I wouldn't mind what others think of me or my actions, I have more than enough self esteem not to care. But when I have an agenda, I suddenly become aware of how gleamingly obvious my little plans are.

Both pair of shorts are kinda revealing. Actually one pair, is just hotpants which I wear to my dance classes, very tight and they ride up my bum cheeks in quite an attractive way. But there is no way I could justify needing to wear these hotpants in a gym class the way I can for a dance class. Though hot, they had to be ruled out.
So I have pasked my running shorts ready for the gym after work tomorrow. They are obvously for sports, so wouldn't look out of place in the gym. Also, they are not tight fitting, so I need not worry about glares from female gym users. But, they do flap about a bit in motion, and ride up when I bend over to stretch, so should catch the attention of the gym instructor as he checks the studio for technique. I just hope he finds mine appealing.

Oh, the conversations one can have with themselves about which shorts to wear to the gym!!!

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I'm talking to Ronan again tonight. As hard as I try I can't get any juice out of him, all of his responses are "wow, I really want to fuck you right now".
Ok, I get it, but how!!?

I've been speaking to Vivienne tonight, and we've come to the conclusion that it's not worth going to Dublin for a potentially crap shag. Anyway, he's coming over to Kent at the end of May, so maybe I will hook up with him then. Never say never!!

I don't know if I'm reading into things, but I think my gym instructor has a bit of a thing for me. He's more than a nice bloke, but seems a bit of a goof, but possibly in an endearing kind of way. It's difficult to work out how old he is, not that that matters to me anymore, as I decided this morning!

Con's:
He has a very strange hairline that I find quite distracting during our classes. Most likely more my problem than his.
He shaves his legs - It's just not right. He probably shaves his chest too - also not right!
I suspect that he visits the tanning salon.
He sings along to the dance tracks.

Pro's:
He's a gym instructor - a lot of stamina and power in his body - mmmm - I grew distracted during my class thinking about it. So much so that I nearly crashed into the woman next to me.


These things I can't decide if they are pro's or not:
He's says goofy things to me. Today, for example, I was wearing a yellow gym top, his was a pale lime green, he pointed out both of our tops, and gave me the thumbs up, as if to say . . well actually I don't know what to be honest.

He asks me things, like how has my week been, etc. Then he will forget and ask me about the details of my week again. . ? Should I be flattered that he wants to know about my week, or pissed off that he doesn't listen entirely to what I say!!

He asked me when I was next in the gym, and if I would come to his class tomorrow. He seemed disappointed when I said that I wasn't, but the perked up when I told him because it would be at my pole dance practice session. His eyes glinted, and he seemed very intrigued. I told him I'd probably see him later in the week.

I think I've already made up my mind. I will try to make it to another of his classes later in the week, assuming that work doesn't get in the way, and put myself out there!

I don't know why I go all coy sometimes, I know that sooner or later I will get too excited and spill the beans anyway!! I was talking to Vivienne last night, recieving an ammusing and gripping running commentary of how her simultaneous online flirting was going . . . I still don't know how it ended!!
Little did she know that I was partaking in a little online flirtation of my own. I met a guy on New Years in Bangkok. An Irish lad, Ronan, who seemed very sweet to talk to, and large striking blue eyes decorated with a million lashes. All was fun, until he's had rather a bit too much to drink. Alcohol is served by the bucket load in Thailand, so it is easy to get carried away.For the three nights that I was in Bangkok, we met him each night is the best bar on Koah San Road - The Roof Terrace. Once drunk he seemed not to be able to function or speak properly. Hmmmm, I'm not painting a very good picture am I!? When sober, he was perfectly lovely, you'll have to trust me!!
He struck up a conversation last night, knowing that he was trying to flirt, and in all honesty I did need, and was going to jump in shower, so I told him to hold on for ten minutes when I would be back online. When I returned to my computer the usual "wish I could join you. . ." "blah di blah" exchanges were made, resulting in him telling me how much he would like to fuck me. Now, I usually like to encourage a bit of detail, but I could tell that he was a little amaturish at this, and I didn't feel like wasting my dirtiest thoughts on him. I resist re-using old material on different people, it feels weird for some reason. Anyway, I felt he didn't need or deserve my very best. I was very much in the mood for a fuck, especially as I was imagining that Vivienne would be in line for a good rogering herself. Only problem is that Ronan lives in Dublin, and I live in London. So now I've been invited to Dublin for the Easter weekend. I would love a good fuck, but sometimes I feel when it is too forced - say, like travelling a few hundred miles, is it going to be a bit under-whelming. I shall decide by tomorrow.

It Starts Here

So, my daily blog starts here. I'll get you fully up to speed on the goodies that the last year has brought me over the following weeks.

As I walked to work today I passed the fire station. A fireman was walking towards me, I eyed him from bottom to top, and he was very nice indeed. His face, though very handsome also, showed his age to be in to his 40s at least. I'm only 24, so immediately felt wrong for eyeing this mature gentleman. He eyed back, as I tried to keep a straight face, and then as we finally passed a smile broke out across my face. On the tube, I considered that perhaps such an age gap might not matter. . . not that I was going to march back down the street after him. But more something to keep in mind for the future.

I came home from work to an empty house, so I called my housemates who had all been at uni that day. They were all at the local, I hesitated on joining them as I was not feeling that I looked my best. But temptation got the better of me, who was there to impress anyway just the usual old geezers that prop up the bar, and I had no work the next day. I had a few with my housemates in the main bar, then Olivia's boyfriend turned up to play pool with a couple of his mates, and sowe joined them. There was a man with them, who I presumed they knew, who was buying bottle after bottle of (cheap and hideous) cava, but who were we all to refuse his kindness. We ended up frightfully drunk on a Thursday evening and I'd found myself sharing many moments of flirty eye contact with Liam, a tall, blue-eyed beauty of a man with a mop of blonde curly hair. He came over to talk to me some more, and I decided that we should move the party back to our house, and he agreed quite enthusiastically. We knew instictively that we wanted to fuck each other, it was written all over our faces. Within minutes of getting back to my house we had torn each others clothes off, and were drunkenly banging the fuck out of each other. I don't remember much apart from watching him holding his beautiful body above me, and watching his more than generous cock slide in and out of my body. I woke up the next morning feeling hugely satisfied with Liam still in my bed. So delighted was I with myself that I thought I'd surprise him with an improptu blowjob. It worked a treat as Liam left me his number before he left my house to go to work, poor lad, and I resisted calling him for days, I wanted him again, as soon as he'd left. But knew I had to play it well.

I waited until the following week, before contacting him. I sent him a cheeky text "fancy a bit more of me?" (It sounded sexier at the time, but what can I do) anyway, it worked, of course he wanted to see me again. . .,

Feeling a bit war wounded after the set-back with Martin, not only was it highly unlikely that I would get to fuck him again, he was also still my boss, I was on the lookout for some fun.
I was working at the department store with Mandy, who started sussing me out, "so, are you single?" she gleamed. "yeah, I am", I said coyly, lying. She had the playful look of a schoolgirl on her face, she'd clearly been put up to asking all of these questions, and she delighted at being able to set up two people that she worked with. I was eager to find out who my admirer was, see if he was worth a go. She told me, it was Andy, and I had no clue who he was. It's funny how some people never come under your radar until they are pointed out to you. He was short. . . I have a strange phobia of small men, at only 5"1 I'm no super model, but I hate the way that shorter men latch onto me because I'm one of few women shorter than they are, so it makes them feel good about themselves. Apart from being short though, Andy was blonde, not a dislike, but I can't really say that I'm naturally attracted to blondes. His face was handsome, likened to Lee Ryan from that boyband Blue. Again, not really my type, but not bad at all as far as attractiveness goes, he was also 19, five years younger than me, eek, "do I dare!?" I thought, of course I do!
I think, really, that I was flattered by his fancying me, because I'd never even looked at or noticed him before, but now I saw him everywhere I turned at work. After a couple of days, he found the courage to ask me for a drink, and I agreed. We had a nice time, after work one day, and when I decided it was time to head home, I let two buses go by as we waited, still chatting at the bus stop, he was very sweet, and I kissed him before I got on the third bus that came by.
The next time we agreed to meet, I took him back to mine and we had sex. It wasn't amazing. I can't remember it to be honest, but it was fun to have a bit on the side.
I think that Andy would have liked me to be his girlfriend, but I never comitted to him. I was already attached!! But I never told him that. I joined him at a family party, and his very old Grandma asked if I was his girldfriend. Andy looked at me awkwardly and longingly, and I dryly said "no". I didn't set out to be mean, I said it instinctively, and I didn't want to give faulse promise. I had been honest from the start - almost.
Our relationship felt too comfortable, and I didn't want that. We got on well, and we had fun. He was very playful and it reminded me of when I was that age (listen to me! I'm not really that much older myself, but he seemed very young and immature to me). One day he wanted to buy a new bed, so we went to Ikea together and he was asking me what I thought of each one, and which do I think he should get. I was really annoying me, and I shouted at him that I was not his wife and I stormed off.
He ran after me and apologised.
The sex was never great with Andy, I couldn't control him either. He only had a one speed pump action, which was just inbetween teasing and a really hard fuck, which resulted in a monotinous hip motion. If I tried to take control, and alter his speed or angle, he'd just hold me down so I couldn't move and revert to his usual style. I didn't have the heart to ask him to change, I felt he would take it too personally. I had to get out of this and find something else . . .

I worked in a department store on Oxford Street while studying, Martin was my boss, a funny kind of boss, who relied on being a cheeky chappy in order to get us to do our work, which wasn't that effective, but I found it endearing. He was tall and had long legs and a rounded bottom, he had beautiful dark puppydog eyes which I found myself staring into on numerous occasions. I worked hard at my job, but always a bit harder if Martin was around, and I would always make sure I was doing a task which involved bending over and wiggling my bum when he came over.
I'd never really considered him as a serious fuck before, but one day the sun was shining and he was being very flirtatious and he asked me to join him on the roof terrace for lunch. I did, and we had loads of fun chatting about a load of rubbish. The next day, I took the plunge and asked if he'd like to get together for an afternoon in the sun. He agreed, for the next day, and the text talk quickly turned to sex.
I took the train to Sydenham and met him at his flat. We spent the afternoon in his garden drinking wine, laughing and having a great time. When it got chilly we moved inside the flat and curled up on the couch for a while. In a sudden moment of passion we had stripped each other of clothing and he pulled me to his bedroom. Though slightly nervous at being with a new man, after 5 years, I decided to take control I pushed him down to lie on the bed so that I could kneel on all fours and suck his very large cock with much enthusiasm. "Amazing", he kept whispering, and I felt good about myself. I felt his cock swell, but I didn't want to miss out on the action by letting him come now, I felt the pulsing between my own legs and I wanted his cock. I slowed down, and kissed his member more softly to calm him down. He pushed me onto my back, and started teasing me pushing his hard cock between my legs, but not penetrating, he was driving me wild with frustration, and I loved it. Finally I couldn't take it any longer and found the strength to push him off, and I turned onto my front wiggling my bottom at him. He grabbed my arse cheeks and pulled me towards him, and slid in to me so easily and fucked me violently, it was truly explosive and imobilised me completely. I held onto the bed as hard as I could to hold myself up as I enjoyed a long and satisfying orgasm.
It was now 4am, and the next day was my last day on an internship at a prestigious milliners shop on St James Street. I needed sleep, so we called it a (very good) night and went to sleep. In the morning we kissed goodbye, but by the end of the day I discovered that he was in a very messy place with his ex-, but also pregnant girlfriend. Not something that I wished to stumble into, and we both agreed to leave things right there.

A Brief History

I'd been with David for five years, after so long and my continuing disinterest, our relationship was now based on my sympathy for him, his need for me and not wanting to discard the 5 years that we had spent together. I did care for and love David, I knew that he could be very sweet and would be there after a long day at work for me. He would cook me meals for me, but hold against me later. He would smile at me, and play the cheeky chappy in front of friends, but scowl at me when their backs were turned.
We once had a very healthy sex life, a well advertised one at that - David's sister once raided the drawers in his bedroom and found our various implements, and proceeded to tell our whole shared friend group, which consisted of the whole of the small town that we lived in. I didn't mind that though, I got off on the fact that peple knew I was a kinky bitch.
Now though, the sex was dire. I did not want it and used every excuse under the sun to avoid it. Headaches, periods, tiredness. . . I knew when he was going to try his luck so I would get my excuses in early, so it didn't seem too obvious. But it was obvious, and he would shout and sulk for days. When I felt I couldn't say no any longer without David going off on one, I would let him have sex with me from behind so I didn't have to pretend I was enjoying it. I couldn't have been good for him, it certainly wasn't for me, I was dry as hell. If I couldn't stomach that, I would just give him a blow job, which I know is really a more intimate thing to do, but I felt that I could disconnect. I also knew my technique was pretty special, so I could get him off pretty quick.
I had been accused of cheating one too many times. At this time I was completely innocent, but I had cracked and I saw my first opportunity, in my boss - of all people!