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I've had a great afternoon Blogger World, it's been absolutely super and it's felt real homely and I've had a real homely feeling inside - just a feeling of warmth and contentment; and a real peacefulness and happiness inside. The central heating was keeping me warm and cosy, the smell of freshly brewed coffee was drifting through the house and some mighty fine music was playing on the stereo. All the while I was just so looking forward to seeing my baby, it was just beautiful, seriously beautiful - all my thoughts were about him; the anticipation building up inside was, I don't know, but to add it all up together, it was just the best feeling in the World. Gosh he makes me so happy and I'm so in love with him, I adore him to bits; I've never been so in love with another guy and he's the best boyfriend I could ever wish for - so loving, so caring, so sweet, so sexy and just my everything, I've missed him so...........

He phoned me up during his break at work and we just talked about everything and nothing all at once, I could have talked to him for hours and he just sounded so happy too. I could picture him in my mind, his sparkling eyes and his cute, mischievous smile; it put an extra spring in my step as the hours, minutes and seconds drifted away and us being together got closer. I asked him to phone or text me when he caught his train because I imagined there would be some disruption due to the weather and because, well I had a surprise.

I spent the remainder of the afternoon preparing and cooking tea, I went to Sainsburys when I got home yesterday afternoon to stock up, I figured it would be safer to go whilst there was fresh snowfall on the ground and before it started to freeze over into an ice rink, I'm glad I did. As I had the time I cooked a proper tea and with the weather being so cold and wintry there was only one thing that would suffice - a big pot of hearty stew. Real wholesome, winter fayre, I thought after my baby had been travelling home through the snow and ice of a cold Winter night to be greeted by a pot of warming stew would be perfect, I wasn't wrong. Gosh it smelt gorgeous whilst it was cooking, I left it simmering on a low heat and it made me so hungry; it's a good job my baby and I have good appetites because there was loads of it, I guess it could have fed a family of four quite easily. But I think the cold kind of makes you even more hungry, you really do build up an appetite whilst struggling through the ice and the snow, it kind of takes it out of you and this was the perfect antidote to such struggles; anyway I'm sure my baby would wolf down whatever I couldn't eat.

As the clock ticked on and the skies darkened I left the stew simmering away and put on my coat, hat, scarf, gloves and trainers; I was heading out to meet my baby at the train station - that was the surprise, that's why I needed to know when he caught the train. I couldn't let him struggle through the ice and snow alone; and besides I had the time and I just wanted to go and meet him - I just wanted to see him and see his face when he saw me. The walk to the train station was interesting to say the least, as usual the pavements had not been treated and as feared the snow had been compacted where people had walked and it had frozen over. I really don't understand how the council can get away with it, I mean it was seriously dangerous, in parts it was like walking on glass - just so slippery. I did learn that my Nike mid morgans that I chose to wear are made for such weather, there was me thinking they were a fine weather trainer for Sunnier days but they've got a seriously good grip on them; I slipped a few times but all in all they coped with the conditions just fine, I was quite amazed.

I got to the station in one piece and somewhat earlier than expected due to my four-wheel drive trainers, my baby texted me as I was walking up the station approach to say he was on his way; so I spent my waiting time stood outside the foyer smoking cigarettes, trying to keep warm and watching others treading gingerly and trying not to fall. Ten minutes or so later my patience was rewarded as my baby appeared under the bright lights of the foyer, he was wrapped up to the nines with his new FCUK messenger bag slung over his shoulder and his overnight bag in his hand; I couldn't help but smile, he just looked so gorgeous. As he walked out towards me the penny dropped, he saw me and did a double take just to make sure before a kind of "I don't believe what I'm seeing" look took over his face before it broke into a big beaming smile; you just had to be there to appreciate it, it was a picture. He walked out, dropped his overnight bag down by his side into the snow and we cuddled and kissed right there outside the foyer doors, right there in Straightville, right there amongst everyone else bustling past us just trying to get home; we didn't care, it was just so good to be back in his arms again. My baby asked me what I was doing there and well, it was quite simple really, I just couldn't wait any longer to see my beautiful boyfriend; my baby said it was the best surprise ever, he almost made me cry but I didn't..............

I slung his overnight bag over my shoulder and we walked on home hand in hand; there's just so much comfort and security holding onto my baby's hand, it had been way too long. Besides we were helping each other along the way, steadying and supporting each other through the frozen streets; my baby said if one of us goes we both go in a real kind of military gung ho voice, he had me laughing so much that I nearly did take the both of us down, I wasn't looking where I was going and took a slip. We talked, laughed, joked and stole the odd kiss or two all the way home; it was just so romantic - the two of us walking hand in hand through the dark, lonely, cold streets of Stockport, watching our breath curl up into the air whilst we both felt so warm and happy together, oh gosh it was great. As cold and as dangerous as it was I didn't want the walk to end.

The warmth hit us both as we walked in through the front door, that and the smell of beef stew simmering gently in the kitchen; my baby took off his outerwear and walked on over to the cooker, he lifted the lid on the pan and told me, well you've no need to know that bit, suffice to say it was beautiful, just beautiful. My baby took his overnight bag upstairs and got washed and changed whilst I prepared to serve tea and he returned downstairs in his Nike fleece pants and a t-shirt hoody; and it just hit me, it was one of those moments again. He was wearing nothing fancy, he was dressed down in his loungewear and he was doing nothing special - he just walked downstairs and into the kitchen but he just looked so handsome, so cute and so utterly adorable; so much so that I kissed him and told him - he took my hands and gave me lots of kisses back.

My baby was hungry and it was a good job, he managed two huge platefuls of stew and to see him enjoying it so much, as always it made me smile, it made the effort involved so worthwhile. It was delicious though and we polished off most of a bloomer loaf with it followed by freshly brewed coffee and some stray mince pies that had been left over from Christmas. To say we were full afterwards would be something of an understatement, my baby said he wouldn't need to eat again this week but we'll see, I know him so well! We retired to the lounge and watched some television, which was more a background noise than a distraction because we spent the time cuddled up so close on the sofa, talking and kissing; I've missed my cuddles so much, how I just love being cuddled up in my baby's arms on the sofa. Somehow, I don't know how (lie alert), I ended up on my back on the sofa with my baby on top of me, we began snogging to some tune and getting real horny; I was pressing my baby's bum down hard and feeling his bulge pressing and grinding into me - we were still fully clothed at this point but not for much longer. We didn't make it upstairs, we made it no further than the sofa and I wasn't the only one gagging for it nor the only one that had missed sex; but oh my gosh to find myself dropping my defences and becoming so submissive, well my baby knows how to take full advantage. We made up for lost time, I won't go into the detail any further than I have done, but it was unbelievably fantastic, all of it, from foreplay to sex to climax. I kid you not when I say that I orgasmed for at least 10 minutes before I actually climaxed; it was electric, it was torture and it was heavenly all at the same time. Hand on heart there has never been any other guy that could make me feel like that through sex alone; and I - sorry we have never enjoyed sex so much than with each other; I'm being corrected again - we have never enjoyed, sex, life, love and happiness so much than with each other. That's a beautiful sentiment babes, truly beautiful and so very true; bless you xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Now we're just back to cuddling up on the sofa, I'm sat in my baby's lap and he's peering over my shoulder whilst we write to you. There's expensive Brandy in our glasses (thank you girlfriend xxxxxxxxx), there's a kiss upon my cheek and a pair of wandering hands slipping down the waistband of my pants (yes that is staying in - it's true, but please don't stop!) Oh my gosh that is good babes, sorry I'm writing my thoughts as they appear, but trust me it is good! Here we are we're back home, we're together, it's business as usual, it's been a great day. Goodnight boys and girls, sleep well, lots of love xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.