Deep Clean Round Two

After getting a grand total of very little sleep after my initial deep clean I do the next one. This one goes on until 1 in the morning because we're not done. As it's paid, I don't mind too much, but I'm not all that big on cleaning which there was more of this time round. I doubt it helped that prior to the cleaning I had to find and reduce 3 trolleys of meat. In fact I guarantee that didn't help. All in all it was all right though, had a laugh with the people there, got on with it, left with a slight feeling of satisfaction.

Deep Clean

As a favour to a friend, who I haven't actually mentioned on here which is a bit of an insult to him considering how big a part of my life he's been since I met him. I met him at Easter and initially wanted to fuck him, but he has a girlfriend who he loves very much and I decided fucking with genuine happiness was out of order. So we're friends. Just friends. We get on brilliantly and hang out at least once or twice a fortnight. We're gonna call him Gif. It's derived from a private joke which I will not be letting you in on.

Gif is off to university at the end of the week and I said I'd cover two of his shifts so he'd have more time to get himself together (although when I saw him the other day he seemed pretty set on making it a night before deal). About a week after agreeing to do his shift, I turn up at work and my boss says, "oh yeah, you agreed to do Gif's shifts, didn't you?..Well they're deep cleans, so you're staying till midnight, not ten."

Right. Now Gif didn't know about the deep cleans and is genuinely sorry, but cleaning is not really my thing. I can tidy something crazy, but actual cleaning... not so much. Once the store has shut and I've had a tea break (don't want to be over straining myself), I get told to take the cheese off the two bottom shelves and package them neatly. I then put yoghurt's out. While I'm doing the yoghurt, there is a MASSIVE jet spray firing through the entire inside of the chiller. Just shooting though it. And occasionally at my boss. That pretty much made the night worth it for me. You might note, I haven't actually done any cleaning yet. I finish what I'm doing and I'm given a spray and a cloth. I clean two cupboard doors and am told to stop. I get put back on cheese. At least they realised cleaning wasn't for me.

There is one thing about work that has slowly developed. I seem to have become the store agony aunt. I'm not really patient. I don't actually care that much about other people's problems unless they're good friends of mine. Advice isn't really what I do best and more to the point, these people all want relationship advice from someone with no interest in a monogamous relationship.

"I don't know if she likes me"
"I've upset my girlfriend"
"My boyfriend has upset me"
"Girls are too scary to talk to"
"I don't know how to ask anyone out"
"I think I might be bisexual"

The only one I can understand, is the last one. I will however say, I'm not entirely clear on why people seem intent on coming out to me. But they do. All the time. Which again, leads me to believe that I must radiate homosexual vibes and they're just drinking them up.

So on and So Forth

The plan was to post regularly. Clearly this has not yet been properly implemented. The very basic issue is that I just have very little time at home and when I am at home, I'm mostly sleeping.

I'm working full time again, trying to revise but mostly I'm just falling asleep. In fact I should be writing up two chapters of economics at the moment and translating my CV and references into German, writing my cover letter and contacting 30 odd hotels about jobs. Instead I'm thinking about my bed.

I have also been going out more with friends which is pretty nice. I'm desperately trying to meet up with as many people as I can before everyone buggers off to uni. Of course, they're only "buggering off" because I'm not going, otherwise they'd just be "leaving".

I've been hanging out with girls who were in the past straight, but seem to be showing some more sapphic tendencies. Like telling me they are "very curious about the female form" or running their hands up and down my leg, telling me I'm very sexy and just generally being inappropriate. A friend says it's because I ooze homosexuality and I'm infecting them. That's why I'm "only" bisexual. I don't have enough gay left in me.

At the end of the month I am going with Lucifer, James, and a couple of girls who either are or are close to going gay to a strip joint and then a gay club. Lucifer has blagged a free house so us girls are crashing there. Recently I was out with Sara and some other friends including one of the girls I'd like to turn. Sara and I suggested a threesome with her and she was albeit a little drunk, but there was interest from her. Unfortunately Sara seems to think she can't do group sex, so I went about thinking of other girls who would be interested. Didn't take me long seeing as I'm "turning" friends right, left and centre and I was talking to M&B Guy at work about it and suddenly the rest of the section were listening in. By the end of the shift I had every guy jealous and one of the girls asked me to join in. I put her on the waiting list and told her I'd take her a gay bar sometime next month. I would love this 3some to be pulled off but I'm not holding out much hope.

On the Monday after this potentially messy business, I'll be catching a train. Remember the girl I had a fling with a little while back? Well Alix had some accommodation issues round here and was rather brutally flung back to her parents place in the Midlands. I'm off to visit her for a few days. She may or may not have a girlfriend at that point, but she's fun to hang out with and that Monday marks the first full day where at least 3 of my closest friends are at uni. I wanted to get away and I wanted to see Alix: two birds with one stone.

Results

One thing I didn't mention in my massive catch up of June/July time was results which I got at the start of July. We were meant to collect them at 4pm. Parents were away on holiday and I was dreading results so when four o clock rolled round, I was still in bed and not really in the mood for going any further.

I made it up to school about 40 minutes late. I took my results and walked out. I wasn't in the mood for company. I went and sat alone for a while. When I eventually opened them I found I'd missed my first choice by one point. When later I got the component breakdown I found I'd missed the point my 5%. I was told to wait for the A Level results but I didn't hold much hope out. Come results day, I was officially rejected. My 6 marks, my 5% had cost me the next of my life and between £200 and £400 in resits depending on my offer for next year.

Honestly, not that bothered. I'd been expecting it for a while and had made plans around it. My resits are in November and by the end of November I'm hoping I'll have hopped on a plane and be working in one of the Ski hotels in Germany for 3 to 4 months before nipping back to Denmark for a few weeks to stay with my Grandma and potentially meet a friend (a prospect that excites me greatly). I'd head back to England and go surfing for a week or two before going back home to the little town and working full time for 6 months before jetting off to uni. In short my year involves working on my economics and German for my exams before heading off to Germany to ski and really get to grips with the language (a huge advantage when it comes to uni), seeing family and friends and then a little surfing before earning any money I spent back (bear in mind I'll be earning enough to live on in Germany) and then a whole load more in preparation for university.

In other news this holiday has meant I've been fucked over for prides: I missed my local pride by one day and I miss Cornwall pride by one day too. I wouldn't trade though because as amazing as Pride is, surfing is so awesome. I'm looking into buying my own board which would cost me about £250 for the kind and size I want, but if the alternative is renting then I only have to use it 22 times and it's paid for itself. On this holiday, the younger sibling has enjoyed colouring my hair with washable felt tip (one that actually washes off) and I've been doing lots of reading. I'm just about to crack on with a couple of Norwegian novels (one translated into Danish, the other German) to polish off the pile of books I took with me (and bought while I was here).

I'm genuinely getting withdrawal symptoms from being  off my surf board for two days. I feel a little ill, like when a pet dies and you miss it. I sigh constantly and daydream about being out there. Doesn't seem to matter what else I'm doing, it just doesn't measure up. For that reason I decided that I'm gonna complain to my family about how we should have more surf lessons. We've got 3 booked, but we're not leaving until Friday. We could squeeze another two in, but apparently the parents are "too old". My mother swims between half and a whole kilometre a day at home, alongside spin classes and working part time and studying, but she's too old for splashing about on a board for a bit? Bah.

It has been made quite clear that we will not be doing this holiday again next year and I in return made it clear that next year may be the first year where I pass on the annual family holiday.

Tidy vs. Messy

I'm currently sharing a room with the younger sibling. It's all family politics. Basically every year the two younger siblings share and I get my own room. They tear each other to shreds and everyone is miserable by the end of day one. It's largely because they're only two years apart and seem to take a sadistic pleasure in causing each other pain. I keep my sadistic pleasures out of the family.

This year in an attempt to keep the peace a little I volunteered to share with someone. I knew it would be the younger sibling which suited me better than the older. The older is a very light sleeper and she goes to sleep reasonably early in comparison to me. She can't stand my music and I can't stand hers. The younger sibling and I are both a touch more laid back and because she's a heavier sleeper I can put the light back on once she's asleep and carry on reading. Likewise, she can jump from her bed onto mine and just blame any aches I get on all the surfing. Everyone's happy.

Except for one thing. She is what you might call mildly disorganised. If you were disillusioned that is. She's essentially one of the messiest people on the planet to the point where my messiest friend's room looks like a haven in comparison. I'm a touch OCD as far as being tidy and orderly is concerned. If you imagine a room where if you stand the middle you can reach both walls and in that room you slap 2 single beds, a bedside table, a wall shelf stretching right across the walls and at the foot of one bed, a cupboard. There is also 2 hooks on the door and a mirror on the wall.

We both got a shelf of the bedside table and half of the wall shelf and we share the cupboard space. In theory. In reality, I have a quarter of the wall shelf, one shelf of the bedside table and the hooks on the back of the door. The rest of the space is chock a block full with the younger siblings stuff. It also floods out from under her bed and sits in big piles on her (unmade) bed. I'm ok with that.

The only thing I can't have is when her stuff starts flowing out from under her bed onto the minimal floorspace that we have. So I couple of times a day I tell her to go and clear her stuff off the floor on the basis that I don't want to stand on her £500 laptop and be liable to pay for it. It seems like a perfectly fair way of doing it and I'm being more than tolerant as far as the mess is concerned, so I might have got a little vocal when she refused to take her stuff off the floor. Once I threatened to move her out, she tidied very fast. Particularly because I threatened to move her outside. Through the window.

Who said you couldn't inspire through fear?

Literary Skills

I was lying on the sofa reading a book and the younger sibling comes in with another of my books.

"Can I borrow this?" she looks at me, a face full of honesty. I glance at the book and tell her that she can. She sits down next to me and opens the book in the middle. She reads aloud in what can only be described as gibberish.

Let me explain. I can speak danish fluently because I was there until I was 10. She cannot. This book is in danish.

"Are you so good at danish that you don't have to start on the first page?" I ask, trying not to laugh. She looks at me like I'm being ridiculous. She sighs, "well when you can speak danish like me, you'll understand."

She continues speaking gibberish for another minute or so before snapping the book shut.

"Was it good?" I ask her.

"Very good. Shame you can't speak danish. You would have liked it."

She gets up and walks away. You gotta love that humour.

An Old Fantasy (Work in Progress)

His hands slipped over my hips and pulled my back against his chest. He bent forward slightly and I felt his breath hot against my neck. His hands ran up my body, right over my shoulders and down my arms.

"alright sweetheart?" he growled. Before I had a chance to answer his teeth bit my neck so hard I gasped. His hands grabbed my wrists and in one fast move he whipped me round against the wall and pinned my hands above my head. I looked up into his face. I caught his eye and bit my lip. I watched his gaze drop. His lips parted a touch. He moved his fingers and held both my hands with one of his. His other hand trailed up my neck, lingering on the spot where he'd bitten me. He tilted my chin up gently and moved his face down to mine.

I could taste his breath. I pushed my body closer to him. His hand pushed my chest back and for the first time in a very long time, I felt out of control. His palm pushed down on my chest. I felt like my lungs were being cut short. My breathing was thick and dense. His lips were so close to mine that I could feel the heat between them. I ached to feel his hands all over me and my hips writhed closer to him. He pushed himself against me, trapping me between his strong body and the wall.

His lips touched mine and I moaned softly. Waiting longer than I want to, being at the mercy of someone else is not something I'm used to. As his lip slipped between mine, I bit at it. The snippet of power felt good. He pulled back and tugged my power from between my teeth.

He looked down at me, eyes flared with playful anger and full of raw desire. I licked my lips and tasted him on my soft lip. I shut my eyes and when I opened them, I gave him a smouldering look. I wet my lips slowly and said, "I'm yours for the taking."

His body pressed down against me and his mouth danced wetly with mine. My lips started by softly teasing his, but in less than a moment everything tender was ripped apart. His tongue thrust into my mouth and I'd groan appreciatively at the force.

His grip tightened around my wrists and I felt as if I was being pulled against my muscles. Drawn up and lengthened. He pulled back and left my mouth feeling empty. My lips stayed parted and I looked up, waiting. His fingers crept up my chest, slowly deliberately. As they slid over the skin of my neck, my eyes glazed over. His fingers trailed up my neck and over the short hair on the back of my head. I felt his hand settle. My eyes refocused.

My head was whipped back with so much force that I gasped. He'd grabbed hold of my hair, wrapping strands around his fingers and tugged my head back. My eyes snapped back into focus when I felt his tongue running across my lip. I didn’t move. 

Cornwall and a Spot of Gender Confusion

The morning we left for the last stretch of journey to Cornwall, I had my breakfast served with a side of "you look just like a little boy from the back." That's what I need first thing in the morning. To be told that people are gonna think I'm male. Nice. When it came down to it, apparently that wasn't quite enough, so she said, "hmm, actually, I don't think boys even have it that short." It's a number 3 in the neck. So I'm beyond male.

Once we got to Cornwall and settled into the caravan we went food shopping. There was a *slight* misunderstanding in regards to fresh juice. Caravans aren't renowned for having huge fridges and due to a... misunderstanding on my part we ended up with 5 litres of fresh juice and smoothie. Ahem. Parents were not happy. We were quite pleased.

We chilled out for the rest of the day. On the Sunday we had breakfast and body boarded for a an hour or two. We got out, chilled, had lunch and hit the water again. You can get from our caravan to the sea in less than two minutes, it's perfection. Apart from this Massive Hill of Sand that you have to battle your way up when you want to go back.

We headed down for our first surf lesson today and I went in to settle some debt I had with a certain instructor before changing. I overheard that our lesson was cancelled due to lack of wave. I went and told my family so they'd stop changing. Mark came with me and we rebooked the lesson. I settled my debt with my instructor. He smiled at me in the most delicious way. There is going to be some flirting in the water.

We went to St Ives instead. I picked up a book for £1 (I've finished 2 out 4 already) and some other trinket bits. It was a good day and it was sunny. We had lunch at the same place Lexy and I had eaten. It was as good as I remembered. Absolutely delicious.

We had some bread and olives for starts and then I went for a steak sandwich with chips for mains. "Rare, rare as it comes," I told the waitress. It came to me well done. I asked for it to be redone and it came back bloody. It was delicious. I finished off with an Eton Mess and actually polished off both of the siblings white chocolate cheesecakes too. I slept most of the afternoon, all that food has pretty much knocked me down.

On a final note I'm sharing a room with the youngest sibling. That way the two of them argue less and seeing as I'm a heavy sleeper she can get up when she wants without anyone waking up and because she's a reasonably heavy sleeper I don't have to worry about going to bed later than her. What it does mean is that our room is the weirdest looking thing you'll ever see. My side has the bed made with 5 pillows (I like comfort) and perfectly straight clothes stacked on the shelf and books leant in an excessively organised way on the side. The younger siblings side is a tip. Clothes are overflowing off the shelf, things are falling down, her bed is never made, there are clothes and electronics all over it. It's quite a sight, but my rule is, as long as it's off the floor, I don't care.

Finally caught up

So there it is. My last 2 months. Or at least the highlights. As it stands now, I'm on my way out to surf again. We're spending the night at my step grandparents so we don't have to make the whole trip in one go. It's meant to mean we're not too tired from all the travelling in one day, but I'm still up gone midnight now, so I'm not sure how well that really worked. Still it's the first time I've seen them in a year, so I don't really mind being here.

Ways of passing the time includes listening to the siblings scream at each other, blogging or tuning into the conversation around you. For example:
*Phone is ringing*
Grandma: is that someone's phone?
Step dad: Yes. It's yours.

*Grandma is using electric knife to cut bread with*
Step dad: So instead of using the nice, new bread knife I got you, you're still using this old one that'll electrocute you?

*A VERY large man appears on TV*
Grandma: if I was that fat, I wouldn't eat for a fortnight.

I settled on blogging.

I also ordered some more bondage. I got some suction cuffs for shower sex, some bondage tape, a good length of Japanese bondage rope and some door jam cuffs that I'm still waiting for. A girl has to have some fun.

Threesome

I have a little bit of an obsession with threesomes. My top to try is 3 girl, but I have received an invite to a threesome with a straight couple I know in Germany.

It's open invite, so whenever I'm next over, they'll book a hotel room and we'll have all night to go anyway we like. I was talking to the guy and I was asked if his girlfriend wouldn't mind that he was suggesting a threesome to another girl. He said, "who do you think told me to ask you?"

There we have it, I have two lovely Germans hot for a spot of group sex with me. Not a bad evening.