I haven't blogged for a couple of days as I haven't been feeling that great. I've had my first cold of the winter. I still did a modelling assignment yesterday, but all I wanted to do after getting home from working in a cold, drafty studio was curl up by the fire and feel sorry for myself!
Catching lots of colds is one of the hazards of travelling regularly on London tubes. Packed in like sardines and breathing in everyone's germs (and garlic breath) is a sure way to pick something up!
That reminds me of something I had to tell you. I was in a tube station yesterday when I saw a guy I hadn't seen for some time. He was my first boyfriend at university. I'd had boyfriends before, but he was special as he was the one who showed me that sex doesn't have to be a quick bang behind the cycle sheds or in the back of some boy's clapped out car. And he showed me that some men (like him) think it's important that girls cum as well as them. And that was a first!
We got together in the first week of term. We had loads in common. We liked the same sort of music, we had the same stupid sense of humour, and we both loved clubbing, which meant that by the end of the first few weeks we also had something else in common. We were both broke!
But that was good in a way because we had to stay in a lot and then we really got to know each other. And that meant having lots of sex!
He taught me loads of new things. I had never done the '69' position until then and I was a bit shy about him licking out my pussy, but it made me feel so good! And he had a lovely big dick too. He showed me the right way to give him a handjob; how to grip just tightly enough so that I could rub up and down his dick; how to tease the sensitive tip.... I can give a great handjob now! And he was so caring. Looking back, it may have been because he thought that was the best way to get me to have mind blowing sex with him, but I don't care. He taught me so much, and at the time he loved me too and that, I guess, is what made the sex so fantastic.
We had a fairly long love affair. It lasted for a couple of years with only one short break up. But then he had to go abroad for a year as part of his course and it all fell apart. He had his life and I had mine. We e-mailed each other when we could and sometimes we even wrote. Phoning cost too much money so that was out of the question. So we just lost touch.
By the time he came back I had graduated and moved on. We lived quite far apart from each other, so there was no point in meeting up again. So we just didn't bother.
And now I've seen him again and all those old feelings are starting to come back. He's still really fit. Lovely silky black hair and big brown eyes. I love his voice too. I wasn't really looking my best (being ill with my cold), so I was a bit embarassed for him to see me, but he seemed really pleased.
We had a quck chat, but we were both in a rush and had different tubes to catch, so it didn't take long. We swopped phone numbers though.
It's probably because I'm still feeling a bit low after my cold, but I am thinking about him a lot right now. I love my boyfriend to bits so I don't know quite what this is all about. And I guess the feelings will wear off in a day or two.
That is, if he doesn't get in touch.
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