Sixty minutes

It seems like I'm forever playing catch up with this blog lately boys and girls, well certainly the past couple of days or so; how are we all by the way? Good I hope? There's a dear friend of mine who isn't so good at the moment, which is not good news, I hope better times go their way soon, keep my friend in your thoughts boys and girls, please. My baby and I are apart tonight, I was working until late and my baby he had some stuff to do back at his flat; but it's no great shakes, it should be the only night we're apart this week - I do not complain, it's all happy days. Now do you want to know the real reason why the blog hasn't received a great deal of attention this weekend? In one word - sex...............

Now I don't know what's up with me lately but I've been seriously horny and I don't use the word lightly, I mean it, I've been way worse than normal; and I was thinking of saying we've been so horny so I could blame my baby too but it's been mostly me. My baby's always risen to the occasion and has never complained nor turned down the opportunity but for the most part I've instigated and lead on throughout the weekend. It's all I've had on my mind, it's all I've wanted to do - to get dicked, laid, shagged rotten; it's like some kind of disorder taking over my life, I've got OCD for sex! From getting up in the morning until going to bed at night, that's right even early in the morning, it's been that bad. When I left my baby in bed to get ready for work over the weekend all I wanted to do was climb back in bed with him and have sex; no wonder my baby was so welcoming of the sleep in! Saturday night in particular I was insatiable, and man did I get it but soon after I wanted more; and soon after that I paid for it............

The clocks went forward one hour during the early hours of Sunday morning and to be honest sixty minutes really shouldn't make all that difference, but it did. I guess along with our late night sexual diversions it took its toll, and it took it big time because Sunday I was dead on my feet. I don't think I've ever been so tired in all my life, I was absolutely shattered and drained, it was an effort just to concentrate and walk it was that bad; and it certainly wasn't any good to find myself feeling like that whilst at work. The day dragged on and on, it was horrible and to say home time came as a welcome relief was somewhat of an understatement to say the least! I dragged my weary body home, walked in through the front door and well, I could have cried - not only was my baby there to welcome me with a smile, a kiss and a cuddle but tea was on the go. If that wasn't enough, in between my baby visiting his folks he'd taken advantage of the nice weather and done all the washing - clothes, bedding, towels the lot; everything was clean, fresh, ironed and put away. It blew me away, totally and utterly blew me away - my baby thought nothing of it, he said it was a nice day and decided to do the laundry. I guess he saw the look on my face because he asked if he'd done anything wrong, I couldn't answer him, I'd have choked on my tears if I'd have tried; instead I just took hold of him, cuddled and kissed him. It was his thoughtfulness that did me, not only to do all that he'd done but to then ask if he'd done anything wrong when he saw that I was kind of speechless; he's just so caring, kind and selfless, I don't know it still blows me away.

We had tea, we cuddled up on the sofa and I fell asleep in my baby's arms; I woke up around an hour later with my baby still cuddling me. I woke up to a smile and a kiss, I woke up feeling better, I woke up feeling so loved; I woke up in the arms of the guy I love - my baby he waited for me..............