Missed call

So I lied.................

Hello again Blogger world, yes I'm back on here again tonight when I said I wouldn't be; and talking of lying someone phone up and nominate me to go on Jeremy Kyle to take a lie detector test. A strange request admittedly but I guess it may seem to those of you who read this thing regularly that each time my boyfriend and I have sex and I decide to blog about it it's the best ever and it can't possibly get any better. Sounds familiar right? I'll take the test!

The sex this evening, oh my gosh - there's no way in the world it can get any better; it's impossible. If it does I will die, I'm 100% certain of that fact; I mean, well I don't know, I'll leave it because I'm in real danger of using a myriad of foul and colourful language. There's something wrong with me, there must be, because I don't even believe it myself - how much pleasure I derive and can survive; I had to slow the action down and take a breather on numerous occasions throughout. I was in serious danger of passing out, but that's not the real reason for this post.

Whilst we were rocketing ourselves beyond the heavens I missed a phone call from my Mum - I left my phone downstairs in the lounge; it was a wise move because I wouldn't have been able to talk anyway. Once we'd finished, recovered, cleaned up and returned downstairs I noticed the missed call and phoned my Mum back - it was a mistake. I was still on a serious high, still short of breath and my body was shaking (I kid you not) I should have left it a while. As soon as she answered and we got past the hello and how are you she asked where I'd been (it was some time between the missed call and my return call) and I replied by bursting into a fit of uncontrollable laughter; she guessed where I'd been. I think there are somethings that a Son shouldn't really tell his Mum and I may have pushed that boundary slightly further tonight. I guess she didn't really want to know that my boyfriend and I had just had sex, that it was the best sex I've ever had in my life and I thought I was going to die during it. Mercifully she has a very open mind, a wicked sense of humour and is not easily offended; the rest of the conversation turned into a mockery of me making no sense at all, choosing instead to laugh uncontrollably.

If there's any consolation to be had my Mum knows I'm very happy and I guess it's what every Mother wants for their children - for them to be happy. There's no denying that........