A lot of things...........

.......... make me horny, but first off...........

What a stunningly gorgeous day boys and girls, absolutely faultless - not only my baby and I but also the weather, wall to wall blue skies, not a cloud to be seen and it allowed the sunshine to burn so brightly down onto us. It was beautifully warm in the sunshine too and we didn't need to hold each other close to keep warm but we held each other close regardless, because we love each other. In fact I absolutely adore my baby, days like these remind me of him so much - he's the most beautiful boyfriend in the whole wide World; yes, that's true babes, you're far too modest for your own good sometimes but trust me it's true - you're the most beautiful guy inside, outside, in bed and out of it, fully clothed, naked and everything in between. You get the idea boys and girls don't you? I love me baby to bits; and I forgot to mention he's at his most beautiful when he's just in his pants and nothing else, in my eyes that's better than naked. Honestly, he's got the most gorgeous body and when his modesty is covered, as it was this morning, in a pair of tight, short cut pants well, there is no better sight. How he fills them, dear me, that's the thing that gets me, his bits and pieces so well defined in the front of his pants - like you can't see them but you can trace the outline with your eye or if you're lucky like me, with your hand. The material cupping and supporting against his bulge, promises of things to come and it honestly strikes me cold when I think on it - all that and it's all mine, it's beyond bizarre why any guy would want to pass that by, pass my baby by, but they have - I don't even begin to understand that. Not that I complain, far from it because it means we're at where we're at now - me, my baby, boyfriends xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox. My baby's just said it's because he was waiting for a guy like me to come along, no one else would do and it was worth the wait; bless you babes, I told you, you're nothing but beautiful xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

We went to Brabyns Park today, it was more out of convenience than anything else because we we didn't get up until late, well we woke up kind of early but by the time we got out of bed it was late (correction, my baby says it was me that woke up kind of early and I woke him up by being unable to control my hands! That perhaps is more like the truth but the burning question is - is that a complaint? Seeming as though you rose to the occasion quite rapidly and thereon in took control of the situation is it? It's not a complaint boys and girls, my baby's laughing and asking me to stop fooling with him when I already know the answer.) plus my baby needed to head back to his flat to pick up his work gear for tomorrow and drop some other stuff off; and as it's kind of on the way it was a no-brainer. It was just nice to be out and about in the fresh air and the sunshine; that's why we love heading out for a walk on a Sunday particularly so if we've been out on the Saturday night. It helps to clear our heads and bodies, it's like the antidote to all the excessiveness we subjected ourselves to - a balance if you like; I guess it also eases us out of the weekend and back into another working week, we just find it very relaxing. Which it is, strolling around together hand in hand without a care in the World, no clock watching, nothing - it's time for us and nobody else, just my baby and me. The weather is merely a bonus but it does make you feel so alive, it puts an extra spring in your step and a hint of mischievousness in your mind. We were walking around holding each other close when I tried to trip my baby up, I was just messing around, I didn't mean him any harm - I stuck my leg in front of his as we were walking along and sure enough he tripped and stumbled but he didn't fall completely. It was so funny though, I was in absolute bits, pretty much on my knees with laughter; that was until my baby regained his balance, turned around and with a devilish grin on his face declared that I was going to get it. He started running towards me so I turned on my heels and started to run away from him; I was doing a strange mixture of giggling and screaming like a demented schoolgirl or something all the while I could hear my baby closing me down until...............

He caught me, my baby tripped me up from behind and I fell to the ground, I just had time to turn over onto my back to witness my baby jump on top of me; he pinned me down and started tickling me whilst asking me if I thought it was still funny. I couldn't answer him because I couldn't speak it was like torture; all I could do was scream breathlessly until my baby stopped and replaced the tickles with kisses. He was laughing, saying not only do I scream like a big girl but I run like one too; he said I'm so gay but it's okay because he also said that's why he loves me so. He helped me up off the ground and dusted me down, paying particular attention to my bum - it must have been very dirty (I knew that was a bad choice of words as soon as it hit the page - my baby says I've got a very dirty bum, dirty in a good way) before we carried on walking. It set us up for the day, we have such fun and laugh so much when we're together; and the best bit about it is that it's often real childish, innocent fun - the kind of fun that makes you forget about everything except the moment at hand.

Before we went out I did some washing, it was mostly my baby's stuff, he came straight back from Devon to my house and so had a weeks worth of clothes to wash - it would have been so unfair to leave it for him to do and I wouldn't have allowed it anyway. In fact it was a pleasure, as much as I love being looked after by my baby I love to look after him too, besides it was a beautiful day and I didn't really have a great deal of my own stuff to wash. I was hanging his pants out to dry when a thought hit me straight out of the blue; I became kind of horny whilst handling his pants, seriously; and although it's nothing new for my baby's pants to make me horny it's usually whilst he's in them! This time, I don't know, it was just the feel of his pants in my hand - the material, the short cut style, knowing they'd been so close to his intimate parts and I could picture him in my mind wearing each pair as I went through them; it really did turn me on. It's hard to explain, I really don't know, I mean I've washed and handled his pants lots of times but this time it really did strike me; maybe it's because we've been apart I really don't know but his pants really do float my boat.

When we got home late afternoon my baby's washing was dry and the bedroom was calling; I needed to get horny with him and strip my baby down to nothing but his pants. I wasn't the only one who was horny, my baby was possessed or something because he was so dirty and dear me did it turn me on. I'm not going to go into any great detail boys and girls suffice to say that whilst he was shagging me the dirty talk coming from his mouth drove me straight over the edge. It was way dirtier than normal, like I said he was like a man possessed and it made me feel so submissive, cheap and dirty that it was a thrill all on its own; telling me what he was going to do to me, asking me how it felt and making me beg for more - it blew my mind to bits, it blew both our minds to bits. My baby seemed to work himself up to fever pitch too and after we both orgasmed we just lay there kissing and cuddling, neither of us could move, talk or do anything else.

My baby's just called it actually and called it so true, it's so good that I couldn't have said it better myself. We enjoy lots of sex and some may think it's only the sex that makes the relationship work but in reality it's the opposite that's true - it's the quality of our relationship that makes our sex life work. That's such a beautiful statement, I wouldn't even try to better that one, so I won't. Instead we'll wish you all a safe and peaceful night blogger friends, goodnight xxxxxxxxxx.