Today is exactly one year on since the first entry. I’d just like to say thanks to everyone who has joined me on this exciting journey so far and hope you’ll stay with me to find out more along the way…

xxx

I write this from my train where I am on my way to London to see my brother.Last night I saw Ben, in fact we said our goodbyes just two hours ago. That goodbye (for now?) kiss, just…simply wow! He makes me feel something I haven’t felt before. Everything about him blows me out of the water and I can’t quite figure out why that is.

Rich will be home in a month, I had been thinking about moving to London to be closer to my brother and take on amazing new career opportunities but there’s something that’s holding me back from letting go of Leeds…

The Belgian ‘Me’ ?!

It’d had been a while since Rich and I had spoken but I got a text message as I was leaving the office asking if I was coming online. Somewhat tipsy from the “leaving lunch” we had for our colleague where I drank two large glasses of rose wine, I decided to pop online briefly as soon as I walked through the door…here’s a snippet of our conversation:

Me: Never let me drink wine at lunch time, especially when I have work to do that afternoon…!

Rich: Does that mean I can take advantage?

Me: Maybe…but then I’m not sure I could handle the tease, I’m far too horny this afternoon *smirks*, so how are you honey? Shouldn’t you be working?

Rich: I should be, but I’m working from home, you know how it is. One minute I’m typing in an excel spreadsheet, next thing I’m typing ‘hot blonde’ on sites like redtube and youporn…

Me: Well, I like the way you think Rich. When something is on your mind you have to deal with it. Got anything interesting you’d care to share…

Rich: Well actually, I’ve just been watching this and I swear, just from the sounds, if she wasn’t Belgian I’d have assumed this were you! http://www.youporn.com/watch/63894

Me: Hold on, let me peek…

Me: Oh my god, I see what you mean, but my moans don’t sound violent like hers do they? Lol. I completely understand on the whole noise level thing though.

Rich: Haha, no comment.

Me: Wow…I like what he’s doing to her! Quite a nice…er…teasing technique. Wow!!

Rich: And we all know exactly how you like to be teased don’t we…

Me: *blushes*

Rich: Shit babe, I’ve got to go, a client is calling on my mobile. Speak later hopefully…

Me: Ciao Rich, be good!

I can’t remember the last time I completely lost track of time; I’d got so lost in where I was and who I was with. We both knew we shouldn’t be here but something keeps drawing us to do it. 

I met Ben at the hotel straight from my meeting. It was around 8pm. He stood in the entrance way and I knew from his smile he was happy to see me. He wrapped his arm around me giving me a kiss on the cheek.

With my arm linked in to his we crossed the road and entered the closest restaurant. We sat down in a comfy booth and as the waiter came over with menus, Ben ordered a bottle champagne.

I scanned the menu and as the waiter poured champagne in to glasses I looked over at Ben with a cheeky smile, “What are we celebrating?”

“Good times, with good people…” he answered, and so to that, we toasted.

Come midnight, hunger satisfied, quite happily tipsy, we headed back to his hotel room making ourselves comfortable on the queen size bed. Our conversation continued and Ben pulled me in close, his arm stroking my lower back. Ben’s business experience, determination and ambition always had me in awe, there was so much I wanted to know and before we knew it, it was 2am.

Ben leaned in and kissed me, and just like the very first time we found ourselves here, passion took over. I ran my hands up under his shirt, climbing on top of him. We kissed again as I unbuttoned his shirt slowly. I crawled off the bed, bringing him so he was sat at the edge. I started to dance slowly, moving my hips as I unbuttoned my shirt. The smile on his face grew and grew, just like the bulge waiting in his trousers.

I turned around with my back to him, using the mirror to keep my eyes fixed on his as I unzipped my skirt, pushing it slowly over my hips revealing the black lace french knickers, black lace hold up stockings. He pulled me towards him on the bed, kissing my stomach as he unhooked the clasp on my bra. The way he took things so slowly with me was the biggest tease ever.

He pulled me on to the bed, kissing every inch of my body. I was on the edge, close enough to where I wanted him to take me, but the slowness had me exactly where he wanted me, in his control. I was wriggling, panting, begging for him.

I woke up this morning having had only one hours sleep. To say the least, I am shattered however I’d relive last night over and over again.

There is nothing like a flirt (or much much more…) in the morning to get your day started:

Me: “Morning. My shower was fun last night lol. How are you?”

Ben: ” You never sent me the shower picture? I’m good…Just getting up.”

Me: “Do you take your phone in the shower with you? I can start sending pics if thats what you want lol. I’m jealous you are just getting up. I have been up since 6am, in the office since 8am. Please can we swap? I want to be in bed!”

Ben: “Deal, you join me in bed today and I will do an early start with your company tomorrow. LOL re the pics. Men are visual creatures….could do with one now to help me with my morning glory ”

Me: “Thats a pretty fair deal, shame we don’t live closer. I don’t have pics on my phone but I promise I will make it up to you later seeing as your a good boy…”

Ben: “Purrrrrrrrrrr”

…let’s just say the sooner I get home the better for both of us!

Last night was the most fun I’d had in so long. I’d been focusing all of my attention to Rich and to work that it was time to play hard instead of work hard. I wasn’t out to pull – although I did have offers – I was out to have fun with the girls. We spent the night dancing in various clubs and rocking in with public free-for-all karaoke at a Japanese themed bar.

I must have arrived back to the apartment around 2am, climbing in to bed yet too tired to undress myself properly and just as I thought I was about to drop off, my phone bleeped. Me being me, I just has to check my phone. It was a message from Ben, my old manager:

“Tell me when you’re next in the area and I’ll have champagne waiting on ice for you”

I’ll admit that I’ve thought about Ben perhaps more than I should have, but I can’t help it. It was something about the way he kissed me. I’ve always been so used to “the heat of the moment” kind of passion, whereas he took everything so slow like he wanted to savour the moment.

I sat and thought about a reply for a while, sometimes my mind takes over and a message is sent before I’ve had the chance to think about it properly.

“What if I told you I’ll be in Manchester on Thursday for a few business meetings?”

He replied instantly, “I’d tell you to meet me at the Hilton Hotel, and that the second you’re in our hotel room I’ll show you how those ice cubes are supposed to be used…”

“See you on Thursday around 8pm. Text me the details…”

I wasn’t sure if doing this again was a good or bad idea but fact is I gave in to temptation then, and now the more I think back to that night, the harder it is to resist.

I write this from my Blackberry as I am sat in the ‘Revolution’ bar in Leeds. I have two bottles of rose champagne sat in a bucket of ice as I await the arrival of my two best, and single, friends.

Tonight I am tingling with anticipation. With Richard and I agreeing to a non-exclusive arrangement while he is in Canada, I’m been exhilarated by the taste of freedom. The unknown is beckoning to me, an insistent urgent refrain that’s calling me to “Come see! Come see!” what the single life has to show me.

The excitement puts an eager stride in my step and I throw my shoulders back, pushing my breasts out, knowing that men I pass are glancing my way. I challenge them with my eyes “What do you have for me?”.

….I did something which perhaps I shouldn’t have but I have no regrets. In fact, every time I think about it I can’t help but smile.

I flew back to the UK last night and bumped in to my old manager, Ben, at the airport. He had just flown back from Madrid. It’d had been a while since we last saw one another so we shared a cab in to the city and went for a few drinks. I’d always found him attractive but I knew he was off limits and technically, so am I. After perhaps a few too many glasses of champagne we ended up at his hotel room…

Everything was innocent, or so it seemed. Before we knew it we were kissing like lovers, slow, intense, full of passion. I can’t remember when I was last kissed this way. It felt so good. Everything from the way he kissed and teased my earlobe with his tongue to the way he ran his fingers over my skin. We undressed and the more he teased my ear the wetter I became.

He kissed his way down my body, slowly scattering gentle kisses all over me. He kissed my inner thighs and teased my clit so sweetly with his tongue. He took his time and completely blew me away. He teased and teased me to the point where I almost thought I couldn’t take anymore. He was very nice, teasing and satisfying. It seemed and felt so much more than “just sex”.

I didn’t want to outstay my welcome so I left first thing the next morning. I wasn’t so sure what to say but we kissed, hugged and said goodbye…whether we will see each other again is a different story but after the attention he paid me he deserves it – big time!