Quite normal

Good evening Blogger world, I'm glad to report that normal service will now resume; normal service means, well.........

I woke up this morning desperately needing a dump and so proceeded to curl one off (I tried my best to keep it subtle, honest.) Let me tell you getting rid of it hurt, the whole of my poop chute was on fire, seriously burning. I was sat on the throne thinking this is not right, worrying over the burning pain and wondering what was wrong to cause it. It's a good job that I'd not had sex last night and an even better job that I don't do random sex anymore because it would have made me worry like hell, thinking some guy had given me something more than a good shag. (I always use condoms for sex but they're not 100% fail safe.) Then the realisation hit me and what a relief; I had pizza for tea last night and it had sweet-fire peppers on it - lots of them. I remember at the time they made me sweat some but they are the most wonderful peppers ever, so sweet yet so fiery. Hence, they were still working their magic upon me this morning, even in leaving they reminded me of their potency. 

The rest of the day was somewhat less eventful; I was working today and not a great deal happened. But what a glorious day weather-wise, blue skies and sunshine once again; I thought it would be a great day for eye candy. A sunny Saturday in the town centre is normally good for bringing some cute guys out but nothing, none at all - what a major disappointment! Where have they all gone? It's a good job I have my very own cute guy to rely upon and it will be good to see him tonight. 

To brighten my working day I heard the best sex fetish story ever today. There's this straight guy I know who hooked up with a woman, as heterosexual people do; that's where any similarities end. Because, whilst hooked up, the guy asks the woman to wear stilettos and stand in a patch of nettles, I do not joke here boys and girls. Suffice to say the woman refused so he offers her £50.00 to do it, from thereon in the hook up went downhill at a fast pace. When I heard the tale I laughed so much, I mean how crazy is that? What kind of fetish causes such behaviour like that? I've heard and seen some strange fetishes; and each to their own but still, how would anyone ever gain any sexual gratification from asking their partner to stand in a patch of nettles whilst wearing stilettos is beyond me. 

It's that bizarre I think I'll ask him to accompany me on my next night out. Not that I want to wear a pair of stilettos whilst standing in a patch of nettles, but because he would make my behaviour look quite normal.