Ghosts of Boyfriends Past

Ghosts of Boyfriends Past

Within the last twenty four hours I have had three visits from boyfriends past.  Well, not exactly visits, and not exactly boyfriends, from more would-be boyfriends past:

1) The crush, I mean THE crush from University, with his wife, does it say more that I recognised her first (from his Facebook of course) - hmmmmm...

2) Mr Bugs crossing the road, as I was on a bus.

3) Sharing a tube carriage with Mr Saucy Ex-Colleague, I would have caught his eye had I not just had an brow and lip wax, I couldn't quite be sure how glowing my face still was...

Why now?  Is it a sign?  Is there such a thing as coincidence?

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang

The toothbrush

QB: By the way you left your toothbrush at my house again.

30: I think you'll find I didn't leave it there again as it was only left the once.  I was going to ask if I could stay at yours tonight but as the occupation of the small plastic thingymagic for oral hygiene is causing such a disturbance I think I'll pass. 

QB: Okay how about: you left your toothbrush at my house still.  Your toothbrush has caused untold problems at Chez QB. The sheer weight of it on the bathroom windowsill caused the windowsill itself to buckle under the pressure causing lightning bolt cracks, nay, chasms, to appear on the wall 2 metres long... [the silliness continues for a further few paragraphs...] And all because of a small plastic thingymagic for cleaning teeth.

30: I'm assuming that my toothbrush is now in the bin and has stopped causing problems.

QB: No, the toothbrush is buried somewhere in the chaos - I haven't been able to set a foot in the bathroom!

30: Don't give me that.  Like I don't know that the chaos was caused by you in fact putting on a hazard suit (think Back to the Future) and trying to 'handle' the plastic thingymagig used for my oral hygiene. *tsk*.  It's only a toothbrush and not even my favourite one. It's not even my favourite travel one.

QB asks if he should bring my toothbrush to our next date.  I inform him again that as it's a travelling toothbrush, a spare, bought at an airport and perhaps I could leave it at his?  This is not his preferred option.

On the one hand, it's only a toothbrush, on the other - it's only a fucking toothbrush.

Next weekend...

We are going away for the weekend, next weekend, I'm avoiding emails that start with "about next weekend...". 

It's meant to be a casual getaway. I think that the pressure of the weekend is simmering away.  Aaaarrrggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I have packed a saucy suitcase of clothes, lube and condoms.

Happy birthday Quiet Boy xxx

It's QB's birthday during the week.  I want to celebrate with him, he thinks he has plans with family, so maybe another night?

I get given the weekend before to celebrate with him.  Hooray!  The weekend at his is spent lovingly with treats, presents and birthday blow jobs.  I love being able to give him a spontaneous blow job and that's without it being his birthday.

On the Sunday morning, we're on the sofa.  I ask if his neighbours can see in through the window.  He didn't think so.  I demand to give him a blow job.  He looks as if doesn't want to say anything to jinx the moment, and makes some rather odd facial expressions usually seen on a silent movie star.  He wedges his hips and goes to loosen his jeans... 

I stop him. 

I slowly undo his flies right down to the last button and open the top of his jeans, and slowly find the button holding together the slip in his boxers.  He mutes the television, and although it heightens the atmosphere, it's unlike him to be so intense.

By the time his, now, extremely hard penis reaches my mouth, the pre-cum immediately hits my taste buds, he worriedly states he is going to ejaculate, now.  I continue.  The inevitable happens.

Happy birthday Quiet Boy xxx

Perfect Date?

Amazing date.  Perfect.  Quiet Boy arrived with a rose, the whole evening proved step-by-step that he could be comfortable outside his comfort zone.

The night ended with a kiss, an anxious, little tongue to start developing to full-blown passionate face-eating.  He walked me to the station, took my hand, kissed it goodnight.  Perfection.

Tonight's the night

Our first first (first first) date is this evening, Quiet Boy has suggested a perfect evening for me.  Tailored for me, so much so, I am starting to doubt he will enjoy it.  I'm not adverse to finishing the night in bed but it will have to organically happen.

Wakey wakey

Horny as fuck.

I wake up wet with my clit pulsating.  Where have all the casual fucks gone?  A gay friend tells me of Grinder...

Will investigate.