A Week to Remember

Yesterday I got back from Cardiff where I'd been staying with Sara for a few days. I arrived at 7.30 on Wednesday and we had Burgerking for dinner. It was lovely. We went out with some of the LGBT representatives that night to a couple of the gay bars and clubs which was nice. It was Sara's freshers, so I let her get on with it and I made friends of my own. I danced and chatted and generally had a good night. We got in really early (like half one) because people had things to do. Sara got up at some stupid hour the next morning and spent almost 2 hours trying to wake me up. I slept until half 11. She left at half 9. Apparently she'd been shaking me violently, sending me texts, calling me, poking my face, pulling the duvet off me (I hit her when she did that) and all kinds. I had a lovely snooze.

We went to a society fair later that day and went shopping. Went to this wicked market and I brought  fruit (plums, nectarines, watermelon) and nuts. I'm a huge fan of nuts and we can't bring them home due to a severe allergy of the younger sibling, so whenever I'm away, I munch as many as I can. We also stopped at Ann Summers and I purchased a couple of products, which I'll review when I get a bit of time. That night we decided we were gonna stay in, but by 11, we'd changed our minds and went out. Turns out, gay scene in Cardiff is pretty non existent which wasn't what I'd expected. The city has 42 gay venues, but whatever. The following morning Sara spent an hour and a half trying to wake me. I'd set an alarm on my phone. She didn't wake me. The alarm did. Typical, right? Anyway, I hit the shops again, I'd got myself some clothes to customize, so I went to coffee shop and got on with the cutting. When I was done, I moved and sat over by the window. It was pissing it down and there were as many umbrellas as there were people. I grabbed a handful of napkins and started sketching. By the time Sara caught up with me, I'd drawn 20 odd umbrellas in various states of open and shut, and of various shapes. While I'd been drawing, I'd placed each used napkin next to me and I'd had several people come up to the window and just stare in at my "art." It passed the time just fine. Sara and I headed up to the second part of the society fair and the first thing we did was catch up with the LGBT group. I had acquired another Ann Summers bag and these people are like a magnet to it. One girl saw me, stopped dead and said "Ann Summers bag..?" and started day dreaming.

We took a look around the society fair (I scared the economists by turning their tame sex/econ jokes into something much more filthy) and headed home where I packed my stuff together and left for the train station, watermelon in tow. The last time I was at that train station I'd been travelling for 7 hours and I was talking to this gorgeous art girl, who was a little bit paranoid. As in, doesn't trust the bank and thus has no bank account. Yes, really. But like I said, gorgeous, so I'll overlook a minor flaw like severe paranoia. And it was nice to have some company, because I had travel from reasonably far up north. I'd been to see Alix.

I'd arrived on the Monday around midday and I met her family and some friends of hers. I'd (fairly arrogantly) assumed I wouldn't need pyjamas - I'm not a big fan at the best of times - turns out I was right. We basically didn't leave the bedroom. Except when we did it in the other bedroom, on the sofa or in the kitchen. The girl knows how to use her hands, she's fucking good. She made me louder than anyone else has. There were builders next door who actually stopped working each time we fucked and just listened in instead. It's a good thing I'm an exhibitionist. And not just because of the builders, one of her friends got very close to walking in on me, but mostly because I like giving things out a little rough. You know the kind of thing, nails down skin, fingers pulling stuck in hair, teeth biting. Hard. It makes me even hotter than vanilla, it's mostly a dominance thing, and as it happens Alix is more than happy to receive. She's also good for a bit of bondage, but we;re new to this, so I keep it strictly cuffs. Point is, by Monday 3am, she gave up sharing a bed with me (I'm space greedy and it was a single), but she was covered in bite marks and scratches all over the shoulders, chest and back. She carried it off so well too.

She also insisted on showing it off to every one we met. EVERY ONE includes friends, the pub landlord, the guys at her work, her brothers (yes really). The lot. She loved the shock on their faces, and the disbelief when they were told the cute, polite blonde girl had done it. And so did I. I loved that she was showing off my battle wounds, it gives me so much pleasure because I don't get battle wounds of my own. Nothing to show off, just stories to tell. Which isn't so bad either I suppose.

We went out to the pub both nights I was there and we did see friends, but those three days consisted almost entirely of hot, slightly filthy, really great sex. We have chemistry. I've already been told I'm welcome up any time I want. Which is a good invitation to have. And I do like to make sure I don't leave any part of me out of practice.