Good advice?

It's been another warm and sultry day here in Stockport Blogger friends; although it's been permeated by the odd rain shower. Luckily it's not spoiled our day because we've enjoyed a lazy Sunday, sat out in the back garden, doing some washing (for obvious reasons!) and generally recovering from last night amongst other things (obviously!)

When the weather's warm I usually dress in a pair of shorts and little more; it helps to keep the body cool but today I've been forced into wearing a vest as the photo testifies. Now, I've not been feeling cold, I'm not sunburnt and I've not all of sudden become prude with my boyfriend. So what's the deal I hear you ask?

Well my boyfriend took the advice of girlfriend, that's the problem, a very evident problem. Do you remember when my boyfriend gave me a love bite on the neck and it was spotted instantaneously by girlfriend? Her advice was he if he is planning on giving me anymore to do them out of sight, so he's taken on that advice and...................

After the public snogging and touching last night we were both seriously horny when we got back home; and despite the alcohol there were no problems in the erection department. In fact I think the alcohol consumed may have added to the ferocity of the lust and heightened my pleasure threshold; and I use the word ferocity in its' correct form dear readers, it is not a misjudgement.

My boyfriend pretty much devoured my body and I was lost in the moment; and just when I thought it's impossible for sex to get any better - oh my gosh. I lost the will to live last night - in a good way if that's possible, I found it difficult to breathe, to see and to talk; I turned into the human form of buckaroo, if you're familiar with it and you follow my train of thought!

Hence, I woke up this morning with a very visual reminder of the night before, like I needed it anyway, like it won't be imprinted on my mind for a very long time; but still it's there. Although it didn't hurt at the time, far from it, today it's a little tender to say the least.

But at least it's out of sight, well kind of, as long as I don't mind baking beneath a hot sun fully clothed, no one else will ever know. To be honest I think I would have preferred it on my neck again, I mean you see lots of people with them - it's nothing unusual these days; but to have a huge love bite across my chest well, it leaves very little to the imagination...................