The same but different

Weekend begins and being a good boyfriend I had the foresight to take a trip to Sainsburys during my lunch break today; well it's not really foresight, it's actually necessity - I mean we both have serious appetites so we both need food. It's fuel for us to go out and have fun, to party, to laugh and most importantly to have sex; a weekend without food would leave us both seriously hungry, drained and not in tip-top condition. We wouldn't be able to even muster up the energy to have sex (this is all projection by the way, neither of us know if any of this is true and in particular the sex bit) and a weekend spent together without sex just isn't happening boys and girls, we're not taking that risk! You may as well fill my bum with silicone sealant and cut my baby's dick off - that's the only way to stop us having sex and it just isn't going to happen - my baby has just said my bum is often filled with white, sticky stuff but it isn't sealant, that's just top babes and gross. Saying that it can't be sealant because sealant wouldn't drip out afterwards! (Oh gosh, we've just been in bits here, absolute bits with laughter, oh man - my baby's still going, we're in super mischievous mode tonight and over sharing overdrive.)

Anyway, I went shopping to Sainsburys to stock up and my baby doesn't like me going shopping on my own, seriously, not because I buy a load of garbage but because he thinks it's unfair. He tells me to wait until we're together and he'll take me in the car to save me carrying heavy bags around - occasionally I take his advice but most times I strike out on my own. I appreciate it's such a sweet and pleasant offer on his behalf; and when we do go food shopping together we have great fun but it's our weekend off we don't want to be traipsing around a supermarket. Plus I work amongst shops and supermarkets, it's no hardship to pop in on my break and do the shopping, besides my baby he travels a lot back and to work everyday and to my house, so in my eyes it would be unfair to rely on him to take me food shopping. Besides, I like to look after my baby, he takes such good care of me and this is one of my tokens of affection back at him. There we go babes, I do it because I love you xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

I bought loads of food too, way more than I planned to; I mean the stuff I've got will probably last us a week for breakfast, dinner, tea and supper - I went so over the top. But they had some seriously good offers on so I couldn't help myself and in the long run I saved us some money due to the offers. There's nothing like a well stocked fridge and cupboards anyway, that's apart from when it's kind of difficult to actually fit everything into the fridge - we almost had no room to cool some beers for tonight, we were having a mini crisis until we somehow engineered some room. And there you all are thinking gay boyfriends lives are all sunshine and happiness, well there's some food for thought (pun intended) - no room in the fridge for beer, there's some drama you see!

So with a fridge crammed to the hilt with food you'd have thought we'd have been stuck for choice about what to have for tea, right? Wrong, despite spending a small fortune in Sainsburys today and having enough food to feed a small army we ended up at the local chip shop, I kid you not. It wasn't because we couldn't decide what to eat, it was because my baby was horny - hand on heart my baby is taking full responsibility for this one. He returned home from work, walked on through the door and as per usual we had a kiss and a cuddle; and as per usual he looked so sexy in his workwear, and as per usual he had a big smile across his face and a sparkle in his eyes - gosh he's so gorgeous! However what was quite unusual was the fact that he didn't break off from kissing and cuddling me, in fact he pushed me up against the wall in the lounge and we ended up in a steamy embrace, snogging each others faces off whilst my baby's hands wandered around to my bum so he could pull me onto him. Call me Detective Sloan but I had an inkling by this stage my baby was horny but just incase I wasn't sure when he pulled me onto him I could feel his horniness. (What's all that about? My baby's laughing at my attempts to refrain from using over descriptive language here and he's quite right to laugh. Oh gosh, it sounds so stupid doesn't it? I could feel my baby's horniness, it's like a bad Mills and Boon Novel; oh dear! And all I was trying to do was refrain from using the word hard on or erection; I don't know why I even tried, I mean it's hardly vulgar is it?) Let's just cut to the chase, I could feel my baby's hard on rubbing against me and boy did it make me horny! Now call me easily led if you wish but well, I didn't fight my baby's horny advances, to be honest I felt like a cow being guided with a cattle prod (I don't know where these descriptions are coming from but it's keeping my baby and I amused. Now I'm referring to my baby's erection as a cattle prod, one things for sure it's big enough and hard enough!) and well by this stage all I wanted to do was get naked and feel him inside of me.

I wasn't disappointed, my baby sure knows how to shag the arse off me, (I'm sorry I couldn't think of any alternate description for that) to pleasure, to use and manipulate every part of my body. Like I'm ever disappointed anyway - sorry like either of us are, sex together is biblical in its proportions and despite my baby's horniness he didn't fall short. I mean I was expecting a rough and ready quickie but it's not what I got, not that I'm complaining in anyway - it still left me breathless and paralysed with pleasure, and towards the end I could do nothing but gaze into my baby's eyes as he took us both over the edge - it was beyond description. Hence by the time we'd finished, recovered and cleaned up (I was going to say mopped up but that's just too gross and not exactly the truth, I mean there was a lot but I managed to retain the majority of it. I should have just carried on my sentence and kept the thoughts to myself shouldn't I?) it was late, too late to start cooking; so we took the easy option and went to the chip shop instead. The food in the fridge will keep anyway, it'll live for another day; there was an urgent case of horniness that needed to be dealt with and that took precedence.

As already mentioned we both have serious appetites and that applies to more than just food - it was the best way to start the weekend anyway, it beats a handshake and a hello greeting that's for sure. Lets hope the rest of the weekend continues in such a fashion..........