I Believe It's Date 5....And 6
All about trust in Flic-Land...
So, Ollie came over last night, straight after work, and we had a lovely meal - cooked by your's truly here - of pasta and garlic bread.
Yum!
Bit of time spent together....hugs and kisses...and then I had to get ready for work.
Shower. Face on. hair done. Clothes. Jewellery. Then I'm ready.
Ollie takes me over to the red light area, gives me a kiss and, before I go out, Ambs comes
over to introduce herself. Good chat. Very relaxed.
Then out...doing my thing.
Busy night. Lots of punters. Fellow workers are in fine form. Lots of laughs and chat.
Cold out, but all good.
Messages from Ollie through the night.
I left him at mine, gave his my spare set of keys to my house. I'm putting trust in him.
So, he's over. Helping himself to nibbles and my Coke Zeros.
3am. Finish working. Successful night. Phone Ollie, he's semi-asleep, and he soon comes to pick me up.
Introduce him to the ladies and then we drive back.
Back in, cup of tea and a cigarette for me. Coke Zero for Ollie. Little chat then bed.
Take off my face makeup, toilet break, brush teeth and then into bed, naked, with Ollie.
Again, putting trust in him. No hanky panky, just sleep.
Few wandering hands, so I had to tell him off, but managed good sleep. Arms around me.
Feel safe.
Wake up, big talk on stuff...
So, talking about sleep and no sex. The theory being, I remember reading, is that after the sex act has...erhhh....completed...both the male and the female (gay/lesbian/trans, I have no clue on, just going from my knowledge, 'k?) feel tired.
Men, to recharge, via sleep...for round 2...etc...
Women, to stay still and to make it much easier for the eggs to be...ahem...fertilised. Again, sleep.
It's all, apparently, inherent in our very DNA....back all those thousands and thousands of years ago.....so it's hard to fight against it.
Thus, as I tell Ollie, after 13 punters last night/early this morning....I am...tired!
He's showering and then promising to make breakfast.
So...all good.
🙂
So, Ollie came over last night, straight after work, and we had a lovely meal - cooked by your's truly here - of pasta and garlic bread.
Yum!
Bit of time spent together....hugs and kisses...and then I had to get ready for work.
Shower. Face on. hair done. Clothes. Jewellery. Then I'm ready.
Ollie takes me over to the red light area, gives me a kiss and, before I go out, Ambs comes
over to introduce herself. Good chat. Very relaxed.
Then out...doing my thing.
Busy night. Lots of punters. Fellow workers are in fine form. Lots of laughs and chat.
Cold out, but all good.
Messages from Ollie through the night.
I left him at mine, gave his my spare set of keys to my house. I'm putting trust in him.
So, he's over. Helping himself to nibbles and my Coke Zeros.
3am. Finish working. Successful night. Phone Ollie, he's semi-asleep, and he soon comes to pick me up.
Introduce him to the ladies and then we drive back.
Back in, cup of tea and a cigarette for me. Coke Zero for Ollie. Little chat then bed.
Take off my face makeup, toilet break, brush teeth and then into bed, naked, with Ollie.
Again, putting trust in him. No hanky panky, just sleep.
Few wandering hands, so I had to tell him off, but managed good sleep. Arms around me.
Feel safe.
Wake up, big talk on stuff...
So, talking about sleep and no sex. The theory being, I remember reading, is that after the sex act has...erhhh....completed...both the male and the female (gay/lesbian/trans, I have no clue on, just going from my knowledge, 'k?) feel tired.
Men, to recharge, via sleep...for round 2...etc...
Women, to stay still and to make it much easier for the eggs to be...ahem...fertilised. Again, sleep.
It's all, apparently, inherent in our very DNA....back all those thousands and thousands of years ago.....so it's hard to fight against it.
Thus, as I tell Ollie, after 13 punters last night/early this morning....I am...tired!
He's showering and then promising to make breakfast.
So...all good.
🙂
26-30, F
