Shopping can be fun.

I'd like to walk into a shop, with a short skirt and a thong on, shirt, shoes and the rest. I want to be surprised in some secluded area of the store by some attractive young man putting his hand up my skirt and fingering me right there. First by rubbing me through the fabric of my panties, then he'd move them to one side with a quick flip of the thumb and dip into my wetness. Maybe it would escalate. Maybe he'd let me feel how hard he was through his jeans, pushing it against my ass. Maybe he'd whisper something into my ear about how much he wants to put it inside me. Or maybe I'd lean back into him, arching my back, turning my head slightly and I'd ask for it. I'd tell him how much I want it inside me. Who knows, perhaps he'd just give it to me without warning. He'd have one hand on my hips guiding me onto him, the other would be in my mouth, to keep me quiet.

There are fantasies which I need to put into practice somehow. I read Advizor's post about his haircut and was reminded, so to speak, of this one.

Maybe I should organize it somehow. I mean I could, if I were in London or something, organize to be in a certain place at a certain time, and have someone I've only seen in photograph come and surprise me. Or maybe Rob would be up for it. Hmmm lot's to think about.

4am

I've been wanting to write a general entry on random things.

The first is how happy I am to say that after just a few weeks of blogging I seem to have a fairly high visitor traffic. I'm curiously getting a bunch of hits from Malaysia, Singapore, India and the east, as well as the more conventional places like the UK and the U.S. . I wonder if my site was published on an Asian site. If anyone knows please leave an anonymous comment so that I can check it out. I think it has something to do with "friendconnect" or "open social". I've never heard of them. I'm curious though.

On a different note. At home things are going well. I had a very late night with Robby on Monday. He had a great story to tell me which made me smile and I keep thinking about it (and I stupidly grin every time I do). I feel like it's one of those things though that I want to keep private and I'm sorry to say that I'll be keeping it to myself. It suffices to say that it was sweet and it makes me think.
After telling me his story he kept insisting that I "talk". And it's MSN so I had to type. He wanted me to talk about "us" and him. So I did. The details have become foggy on part of that conversation. I know that he kept saying things about me, telling me such sweet things that would make me blush. I kept telling him to "quit it". Then I told him to "talk", and he said that he had a new game called "Blush or Gush". I asked for Blush first, where he told me what he thought of me... which was so sweet it did make me blush. Then he went into a long Gush. The goal of gush, for those of you who didn't catch the dubtlty of the term, is to get me wet.
He went into an hour description of my fantasy of being tied to a chair . It was yet again amazing. It certainly got me wet. It was full of teasing and every little detail of what he'd do to me. I resisted touching myself right to the end, when I gave up and rubbed my clit through my panties. The "Gush" ended at 4am.
We caught up briefly the next morning, until my bf walked in the front door and I had to quit MSN without him noticing. Upon which he threw himself on top of me and we had good but not extraordinary sex.

I'm in Robby withdrawl. Robby had defined himself a drug for me in the "frustrating conversation" before "The Belt" and after reading Advizor's The Weekend Where I Turn into an Addict. I realized that I'm right on that track to being a total addict to him. But I have to say that it feels good. I'm not putting my work on the line or my marriage (so far). It does however have it's flip side. I'm in withdrawl. I feel like I need to talk to him every day. I have to force myself not to tex thim. But I will survive and I'm happy.